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natashaslesbian · 16 hours

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First Moments

Summary: Some of your first moments as Wanda and Natasha’s little girl

Word Count: 754

Parings: (Wanda x Nat) (Wandanat x Daughter)

Warnings: none :))

A/N• I’M BAAAACKKKK. So excited to get some new fics out

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“Is it the 4th today?” Wanda called to her wife. “No the 3rd” Natasha called back as you continued to rock you in her arms. The witch placed down her pen and gently closed your baby book, she rose from her chair and slowly crept over to wrap her arms around Natasha’s waist. “Our baby girls first smile” the widow whispered as she looked down at you, beaming with pride, then turning her neck to kiss the witch. You babbled softly looking up at your moms “are mommy and mama talking about you baby?” Wanda cooed, reaching her hand out to brush your chubby cheeks. You leant into her touch and a wide smile was drawn across your face. “Well, she’s definitely got the hang of smiling” Natasha said, mirroring your grin. “My beautiful girls” Wanda said “I love it when you both smile” she blushed.

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The continued mimicking of a plane was not amusing you anymore, you pushed your hands out in front of you and pushed the spoon away. “Come on baby girl, open up” Natasha pleaded, she had been trying to feed you for over half an hour now, and so far you had only swallowed three mouthfuls. “Want me to try again?” Wanda asked, lightly massaging her wife’s shoulders. “Sure” Natasha sighed in defeat. The readhead took a deflated seat at the kitchen table while Wanda took her attempt to feed you. “Okay sweetheart, open up for mommy” Wanda cooed bringing a large spoonful of mush towards your mouth. Your tiny uncontrolled arms immediately shot out, crashing directly into the spoon and sending the food flying straight into Wanda’s face. Both women froze as you erupted into laughter, highly amused at the mess you had caused. “Was that funny baby?” Natasha giggled, adoring the sound of your first ever laugh. “Natasha can you just get her baby book!” Wanda demanded, wiping the goo from her face to match eyes with her little devil. And she always denied it, but Wanda would relive the moment of your first laugh over again a million times.

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You had been crawling for over 5 months now, and your moms were starting to worry that you hadn’t yet figured out how to stand. You had surpassed every milestone so far in your short life, racing through your early development. Even though Nat and Wanda would hold you on your little feet as soon as they let go you traveled straight to the floor. You were currently playing with your mama, stacking up your alphabet blocks and knocking them back down again, it was your favourite game. The door opened with a soft click as Wanda returned from work. The noise caught your attention straight away “is that mommy?” Natasha cooed at you “is mommy home?” She asked. You mumbled in joy when you saw your mom rounding the couch to say her hellos. “Hi baby girl” she waved at you “hello my love” she said as she lend down to give Nat a gentle kiss. You babbled upon seeing the actions of your moms, deciding that you wanted some attention too. You flipped round onto your knees and crawls towards the sofa, carefully missing the fallen blocks. You reached up to grab the cushion of the couch and used it to pull yourself up onto your feet. “Oh my god Wanda look!” Natasha said, both women turning to watch as you found your footing. “Are you standing up all by yourself?” Wanda said brightly, you giggled as you patted your hands along the sofa “I’ll get a pen” Natasha said as she ran her fingers along your head.

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Wanda careful closed the book in her lap, reaching up to wipe the fallen tear on her cheek. She had spent the last 2 years filling out this book, how was it already finished? “Babe what’s wrong?” Natasha said from the doorway, wrapped up in a fluffy towel. “Nothing” Wanda lied, “let me get dressed then we’ll talk” Natasha said placing a kiss on the witches forehead. Your baby book was placed on the bedside table as Nat joined Wanda on the bed “talk to me sweetheart” she said. “It seems like yesterday that we bought that book, and now it’s finished. All of our baby girls first moments gone” Wanda sighed. Natasha smiled at her wife’s sensitivity, it was something that she admired so much about her. “Oh Wands” she said “there are so many more firsts to come” Natasha said as she pulled Wanda’s chin to meet her gaze. “We’ve got the whole of eternity left to love y/n. Just because one book is finished doesn’t mean she’s done growing up” she said while rubbing Wanda’s back. “I don’t want her ever to grow up” the witch mumbled. “She’ll always be our little girl Wanda, even when she’s 30 years old. There are so many more firsts too come, her first day of school, her first big bed, her first time on a plane, and one day her first boyfriend or girlfriend” Natasha said, not really wanting to think of you so grown up either. “Well she’s never allowed to date Nat” Wanda joked, she just wanted to protect you from everything. “She will” Nat laughed “and we’ll be here for it all, even her first heartbreak” Wanda looked deeply into the widows eyes “we can’t protect her from the world can we?” She asked. “No. We can’t. But we can walk by her side through it” Nat said.

Your moms loved you more than you would ever know. The nights they had dreamed of you were now the reality, you were everything to them and they would continue to be everything to you.

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natsaffection · 19 days

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Mafia's Mistress | N. R

Your life takes a drastic turn when you accidentally meet Natasha Romanoff, who lives a mysterious and seductive life behind her facade. Despite Natasha's initial resistance, your light and attraction ignite a fiery romance that sets both your worlds on fire. But as your love grows stronger, so does the danger, especially when you discover Natasha's true identity. Surrounded now by wealth and danger, you become the new center of Natasha's universe and your bond is put to the test.

Mafia Boss!Natasha Romanoff x CivilianYounger!Reader

WARNINGS: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (Natasha is 32 = reader ist 22), Blood, Gore, Angst, Fluff, So much Smut (BDSM, Daddy kink, strap-on use, rough sex, Punishments, oral, use of sex toys, multiple orgasm, overstimulation)

A/N: It's me again! My sweet Baby is almost 2 years old now, so it's time for something new. How about 365 days? Only...better? AND with a Woman? 🧎🏻‍♀️

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star-xxx1 · 7 months

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Cervix kisses 18+

Stalker! Pervert! Best friend! Natasha x fem!reader.

Warnings: G!p Natasha, dub-con, Somo, masterbation, a bit of a breeding kink, dom Natasha, praise kink and degradation kink, stalking, pantie stealing, pictures (idk what to call it), groping, mommy kink.

A/n: In order of kinktober, even though I am not doing it I thought I should at least do one, right? Natasha is a lot of things here.

A faint luminescence emanated throughout the void, casting ghostly shadows on the walls and floor. soft, guttural sounds along with heavy panting filled the room. Your name gentle rolling off Natashas tounge as she moved her hand frantically up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of water running and skin slapping echoed in the room, providing a sensual backdrop to Natasha's lewd performance. She continued to watch you through the hidden camera that she had installed In your shower, capturing your evey move.

You hummed to yourself while scrubbing your body with the soapy loofah, having no idea that you were be watched. A pair of your panties were wrapped around Natashas dick as she jerked off to the site of your beautiful body, wishing it were your soft hand instead of hers. You had no clue that they were in the hands of your bestfriend. You thought you had just lost them around the house. Natasha stole them whilst you were sleeping, on one of your many sleepovers you guys enjoyed. She sniffed them before stuffing them into her bag, the smell of your prefect pussy lingering on them causing her strained cock to become even harder.

Her eyes glued to the screen, her hand squeezing her pulsating sex harder. her breathing hitching as she neared climax. she threw her head back into the soft, fluffy pillow with a moan and arched her spine, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wide. Thick ropes of cum squirting out and drenching your panties. Natasha's body shuddered under the force of her orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode out the intense sensation. Finally, she opened them again, focusing on your figure in the shower once more.

"See you soon, pretty girl." She whispered out, throwing your cum soaked panties to the side. She shut the laptop. Standing up to shower herself, getting ready for the sleepover that you both planned today.

Two hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was the only sensation you could feel. The white soft bedding was nothing compared to Natasha's hands on your body. She pulled you into her front as you wrapped your arm around, entangling your legs together. She kissed your rosy cheek, and you smiled. "What did you love most about today?" Your voice came out smooth as slik.

They was so much to pick out of. The time when you needed help getting your bra off, and you exposed your back to Natasha asking her to unclip it. She pulled you down onto her lap abruptly. She wasn't embarrassed that she knew you could feel her hard on, biting her lip to stifle a moan at the pressure, as she aided you. Or when you bent over numerous times to get stuff out of the counters. Or when you need her help to reach something, she grabbed your hips and lifted you, pining you against the marbel counter with her crotch, whilst her hands roamed up dangerous, close to your plush boobs. Or...

There was just so much that Natasha got to go with you today, being able to touch you in places where you wouldn't allow anyone else to. You and Natasha had a very flirty friendship and were so comfortable with each other. You would pee with the door open, get dressed in front of her, share all your secrets, and she would do all the same back to you. Only if you knew that it only fueled her sexual desire to break you into her toy, dominate you, be your only source of comfort. And even in the friendish zone, she controlled you. It was like you were both obsessed with each other, telling each other every detail. The number of times that you had been mistaken as her girlfriend were astronomical because of how lovey you guys were for 'just friends', but you couldn't lie. You definitely had caught feeling for the redhead, maybe even more...

"I don't have a favourite. I love doing everything with you." She whispered into the cold night air. "Aw, that's sweet and kinda cheesy." You joked out. She chuckled and held you closer. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Natty." You nuzzled your head into Natashas chest. Her clothed breasts develop your face whole.

Natasha adored your light snores. She found them adorable. Her hand coming down to caress the smooth swell of your ass, which stuck out of your flimsy sleep shorts. 'I bet you're so nice and tight,' she thought to herself, squeezing the soft flesh. She couldn't help but fanitise about you. Your curves and your shape were perfect in Nat's eyes.

"Natasha." The name came tumbling from your mouth In a moan like manner. She stared at you, wondering if you had woken up and felt her rough hands on your ass. But no, you were still fast asleep. "Dreaming about me, princess?" She whispered into your ear, carefully biting it.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and got up for the bed, making sure not to wake you up. Natasha carefully turned you on okay the back, lifting up your shirt. Your pretty pink nipples are standing tall and proud. "So precious." She cooed. She lovingly kissed your breasts valley.

Natasha started taking pictures of your bare breasts, and you cute buds. Your ass too. She couldn't wait to add this to her collection of your body. She had them on her phone to view at any time, pictures on her wall that she took down when you came over, and in scrapbooks. She just loved you very much.

After taking around 30 pictures, she stopped, getting back into the comfy bed and wrapping her arms around you. She stared at your boobs. Her hard on getting painful. "You look so peaceful when sleeping, princess." Her hands ducking into her boxers, pulling out her thick cock.

"Natasha." Came the name out your plump lips again, your unconscious form shifting a bit. "I know, baby, it will all be okay." She fake pouted. Natasha moved your legs apart, settling in between them. Rubbing your clothed pussy.

"I've been waiting so long for you, baby." Natasha dragged the cotton materiel down your legs. Looking down at your panties, she saw the thick layer of slick. your pussy glistening in the moonlight. "A wet dream, huh?" She teased. She came to hover above you, each hand planted firmly beside your head. She stared at your soft face, kissing your forehead. "This is going to be so good doll."

She smirks as she positions her cock at your dripping entrance. With a gentle push, she slides into your wet pussy, filling you up. She groaned and bit her lip to contain herself. Slowly and gently, she begins to thrust into you, her hands running up and down your sides soothingly as she takes you slowly. her breath warm against your neck as she continues her slow, sensual rhythm. The tip of her cock rubs against your sensitive inner walls, causing tiny jolts of pleasure to run through you. You suddenly jolted awake with a loud moan. Natasha's eyes flashed as she saw you wake up, She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered.

"Baby, you're tight." her meaty shaft sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting through your body. "Fuck yes baby, mommy's cock is deep inside you. You feel so good wrapped around me."

You couldn't stop the moans that spilt out of you as the redhead used you for her pleasure. You tried to wiggle away, but her strong hands firmly held you in place. "Natty!" You gasped out as she slapped your thigh. "You can't fucking run slut" her hand came to cover your mouth, preventing your cries. Salty Tears rolled down your face, not from fear, no pleasure. "You promise to be good?" Her hips came to a halt, you let out a loud muffled whine, as you nodded profusely. Natasha laughed at your pathetic little self. her breath warm against your skin. She let go of your face, her fingers moving to play with your nipples gently as she begins building up the intensity as she goes. Your arms go to wrap around her back, holding her close.

Feeling your arms wrap around her, Natasha leans into the embrace, her body flush against yours. Her thrusts become deeper and harder now, pushing herself fully inside you with each stroke. "That's it, baby. Take mommy's big cock." You moans mixed together like a lustful harmony. "Fuck, you feel so good," Natasha groans out, her hips pushing into yours with more force as she hits deep inside you once again. "Mommy loves you, baby girl." She peppered your forehead with kisses as your mind slowly started to drift off into a land full of pleasure.

"I love you too." You whimper out.

"My little cumdump," She smirks, a calculating bossiness lacing her tone. Her hips begin to grind against yours once more, taking control of their shared rhythm. "You're so fucking sexy when you take my cock like this. You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my babies?" Her cock tip perfectly kissing your cervix sending pleasure through out your body as you clawed at her back. "Mommy!" You cried out, her cock nuzzled perfectly into you. Natasha's nails dig into your hips as she leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue dives into your mouth, exploring and claiming territory as she continues to pound into you. "Letting you best friend fuck you like this? Such a desperate whore." She said looking down at your, with was twisted in pleasure. "Y-your whore." You stutter out. Becoming nothing more but a mindless bitch for the addicting redhead. Natasha chuckles softly as she feels you start to twitch and squirm beneath her, her thrusts becoming more erratic and intense as she nears the edge herself. "That's it, baby. Let mommy watch your pretty face as you cum."

She groans out, her hips bucking wildly as she feels your cum surrounding her cock. Then, with one powerful thrust, she releases herself into you, filling you up with her hot seed as you scream in pleasure. She pants heavily, her body shuddering from the intense orgasm. Her eyes meet yours, filled with satisfaction and love. Natasha smiles softly as she feels your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Her hips continue to grind against yours, her cock still buried deep inside you as she rides out her own pleasure. She pulls out of you, leaving your trembling body, your abused cunt sticky with combined fluids. "That was quite the show, baby girl."

"Natasha." You whined out feeling vulnerable after being fucked so harshly by her.

"Shhh." She soothed you.

You felt your pussy gaping, her cum dripping out of you. You whined as you felt your sensitive body begin pulled and up manhandled. She sat you in her lap, your eyes heavily. But before you fell into sweet sleep, you heard your best friends voice. "Can I get a kiss, baby?" You nodded, eyesight hazy. You captured her lips in a sweet, lovingly kiss before falling deep alseep, fucked out. She chuckled and kissed your forehead before lifting up your limp body and taking you to the bathroom. She was going to give you the best aftercare since you were now her perfect princess. Well, you always were.

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flkwh0re · 2 months

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The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie.

Contains smut.

Warnings: Readers age is not specified but she is of age, Homophobia, Blood, Puking (reader only does it once while crying), Abuse, Mentions of death, Breif thoughts of suicide, Religion, Use of a slur (once), Nat gaslights reader, Nat punches reader to knock her out, Blasphemy, Dubcon (Nat begins to fuck reader while she’s unconscious then reader wakes up and tries to fight it but eventually gives in), Fingering, Dumbification(-ish???)

Wc: 1,713

A/n: Please listen to Preachers Daughter by Ethel Cain to get the whole ideal feeling of this fic. As a woman who grew up in the south and the church, this album hits really well. Also inspired by the song ‘The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie’ By Colter Wall!

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It started off with your father finding out from the woman you trusted most, Carol Danvers. How could she rat you out like that to your father like that? She was your best friend, the only person who knew about your secret.

No one close to you expected you to be a lesbian, even if they called you a fag or said the way you dressed was weird, the way you acted.

He had come home in a fit rage, busting the front door down. You were sure it came off the hinges. Before you knew it, you were backed into the corner, body aching from the blows you had taken, your throat hoarse from the shouting.

You finally found the courage to run and lock yourself in your room, quickly packing a backpack. Throwing in some clothes, shoes, items dear to you, essentials, and a book.

You unfastened the window, punching through the window screen. You hiked your leg out the window and dropped down. To your dismay, your father saw you.

He bolted out the door, and you quickly jumped onto your bike. pedaling as hard as you could, trying to escape the man you feared more than God.

Your dad hadn’t always been like this, he was always more understanding. When your mother died though, he changed. He began to drink and become terribly abusive. His narcissistic behavior only worsened when he ‘strengthened his faith.’

Your breathing became uneven and ragged, exhaustion consuming your overwhelmed body. You finally gave out running off the side of the road, you slid down a hill, bumping into every rock possibly.

Once you were able to stand, blood dripped down your legs and arms. Small amounts also trickled down your face, along with sweat. Dirt and grime coated your body thickly.

You took off to a bridge you saw, climbing up under it, hoping to hide there for a few hours. You heard the loud thuds of your father's footsteps, your heart pounding with each step. He discovered your slightly mangled bike against a tree, and once he realized you were gone, he cried. You’d not heard him cry since your mother's funeral, it almost made you come out of hiding. You knew his sorrow wouldn’t last, the moment it dispersed he’d be the same man as always.

Your father had finally given up his search for you, not like he cared much anyway. His daughter was ‘one of them queers’ as he’d say. He couldn’t stand people like that, but you were his daughter. He needed to find you, he needed to help you. He knew a woman, Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha was the pastor of the local church. She hadn’t been preaching there for a while, but in her short time she’s ‘helped’ so many young men and women. Now of course her time was spent more catered towards teenagers, but she would be more than willing to help you.

Once night settled in, darkness clouded your eyes. You knew your father wouldn’t get anyone out to look for you, so you figured you’d move at night. You had to get away, and fast.

You stepped onto the main road, your small flashlight in hand that barely worked. The thick mid-June air made sweat slick your body as you walked along the gravel road. No one to your knowledge loved this way, or so you thought.

You followed the small road for what felt like an eternity, your thin tank top clung thickly to your skin. Your overheated weary body fell to the ground, you slumped over laying on your side. Salty hot tears spilled down your face. Thoughts of hatred filled your mind.

How could you disappoint your father like this? How could you betray god like this? a you felt disgusted, so disgusted that as your tears ran you began to heave. Thick bile spilled from your mouth.

If only you could just stop it all, end all your suffering right now. You wouldn’t even hesitate.

You had laid in the spot for what felt like hours, wishing some animal would find you. What found you was even worse.

The sound of a car engine, and squeaky breaks stirred you. Bright headlights blinded you. You wanted to run, you figured now someone had found you and would return you to your father.

The soft crunches of gravel echoed in your ears; a figure approached you. They leaned down and you got a good look at her face. Natasha Romanoff.

“Hey sweetheart, what in the world are you doing out here? What’s happened to ya? Oh my goodness, you’re all bloody laying in a mess of vomit. Let me get you to my house” As she tried to help you to her car you kicked and squirmed.

Loud cries of no came from you, and Natasha was beginning to become impatient. As you thrashed your body around, trying to escape the woman who would bring you to your doom, you speared blood on her spotless suit. She finally had it with you, her fist struck a heavy blow across your face. Your mind went foggy and your eyes dizzy, eventually you lost consciousness.

“If you would’ve just cooperated, I wouldn’t have had to do that.” Natasha said through gritted teeth. She picked up your limp body and carried you to her truck, softly placing you in the seats next to her.

She drove down the road until she reached another small road, turning down it. No one knew about her second life, her home hidden away in the woods. She wasn’t who everyone thought she was. In fact, she was what everyone deemed evil.

She pulled up next to a small trailer house and stepped out of her truck. Natasha stepped around to the other side, pulled you into her arms carrying you bridle style into the house. She brought you to a broken-down couch that reeked of cigarettes.

Natasha walked off to her small room to change out of her dirty, bloodied clothes. She trudged to small refrigerator to grab a beer, cracking it open and taking a big drink.

As she made her way to the couch where you were, an idea popped in her head. She peeled your tank top off your body, revealing your bra. She examined your chest and stomach, dried blood and dirt smeared on your delicate skin.

Natasha unclipped your bra, slipping it off your arms throwing it off. Her hands grope at the soft flesh of your chest. She kneels down, so she can get closer to your breast. Her mouth latches onto your nipple, licking and sucking.

You began to finally regain consciousness, once you realized what was happening your eyes shot open. “No stop! Get off of me!” You shouted, trying to wrestle the older woman off you. She grabbed your wrist in her hand, pinned them onto the arm rest of the couch.

“No baby, you need me. See.” She slipped her hand into your shirt, gathering your slick on her fingers. She removed them and showed you her fingers wet with your arousal, “See baby, now be a good girl and let me fuck you.”

Her hands unbuttoned your shorts and slipped back into your panties. Her rough fingers rubbed at your clit, then she slipped two into your dripping cunt.

A loud cry and moan left your mouth, tears spilled from your eyes. “See baby, it feels so good doesn’t it. Tell me it feels good.” She rasped as she pumped her fingers in and out of you. You weakly nod your head, but Natasha wasn’t satisfied. “No, I want words. I want to hear you say it feels good.”

“Fuck! I-it feels good Natasha.” She chuckled, “Such a dirty mouth.” She curled her fingers up into the right spot, your legs trembled and your back arched up into her. “Fuck ‘m goin’ to cum!” You moaned out, as your juices gushed onto Natasha’s fingers.

She slipped her fingers into her mouth, sucking off your slick and moaning around her digits at your taste. “Fuck baby, you taste so good. I wanna taste you from the source, but we can do that another time. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You nodded and she helped you stand. You laid your head on her shoulder as she walked you to the bathroom. She readied the water as you slipped yourself out of your shorts. You couldn’t believe you were giving into her; she was so tempting you couldn’t even fathom saying no to her. Like a presence luring you in, like the devil themself.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about pretty girl?” She asked you. “Nothin’.. thank you thought. For this, it’s real kind of you.” She smiled, “Oh it’s nothin’ darlin’, it’s my job.”

You slipped into the warm water, and Natasha began to scrub the dirt off you. She’d give you the occasional kiss on your face, she just couldn’t help it. She’d had her eye on you for a while, she got pretty lucky tonight.

“I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.” She spoke up, “What?” You questioned her, how would she know? “Your father already spoke to me, but don’t worry. Stay here with me, let me take care of you. I won’t say a word to him.” You nodded, “Okay, promise?” She grinned, “I promise.” She placed as soft kiss of your head, then pulled the plug.

Natasha wrapped the towel around your body and took you to her room. “Here why don’t you put these on, and I’ll grab you a sandwich. Is peanut butter okay?” You smiled and nodded.

Once you had put the clothes on she gave you, Natasha had returned with a bottle of water and the sandwich. “Eat this then we can go to bed, I bet you’re exhausted.” She said as she got into bed, motioning for you to join her. “I am.”

You finished eating, and snuggled up with Nat. She hummed you to sleep, whispering sweet nothings to you. She placed a kiss on your scalp and spoke soft words, “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

You felt safe with Natasha, you still weren’t sure what changed in you. You knew you could finally be comfortable with your life though.

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starshipsofstarlord · 2 months

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Modern!Nat Being Your Dealer

summary - natasha romanoff is your dealer, and you go to collect your order, however you seem to have forgotten something important… though there is another way that you can pay for your addiction (2.1k)

warnings - 18+ minors dni, smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, drug dealing, sex in place of payment, swearing

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Everyone struggled in life, and once in a while they needed a little help. There were many ways people went about that, some people went to therapy, others enjoyed a good book, others listened to waves that had been recorded for that specific purpose. But none of those spectacles of aid made you feel any better.

And thus you had turned to substances instead of white noise, specifically one that was more common and less harmful - weed. A large majority of the population did it, and it was nothing to be ashamed about, it just made you unwind from the trauma that skulked in the darkest parts of your mind and coaxed you into a resting state of sleep.

Unbuckling your seat belt, you climbed out of your beat convertible, locking the vehicle behind yourself as you strode towards the locked hinges of your e of dealer's door. It felt suspenseful every time that you came here, knowing that it could be your last if your supplier was overturned by the forces for her illegal actions actions, and you wouldn't exactly be ignored pu so for purchasing from her.

But everything looked crisp and normal, just the way you liked it. Quickly as to not avert any attention you shot Natalia, the Russian importer a text letting her know that you had arrived to the destination where she handled business. It felt like a lifetime as you awaited for her to open the door and usher you inside, and once she unlocked the barricade of privacy you felt like you were hit by a brick.

It didn't matter how many times that you had seen the astoundingly attractive redhead, you always felt as though you were experiencing whiplash from being greeted with her appearance. It was an unruly kind of magnetism that she styled herself with, her lipstick was blurred subtly past the lines of her actual lips, her short bob was twisted with curls that she had no doubt patiently toyed with as she sat there, looming behind the frosted windows for her buyers.

And you were no more than another one of them, you had to remind yourself, even as slithered past her, both of your breasts briefly brushing as she allowed you entry before she followed your footsteps to the main room after bolting the door shut to as it had been. As usual you took a seat in the dusty and quaint living area as usual, her taking place opposite you as she disgustedly brushed specks off the fabric arm of the chair.

"I don't live here if that's what you're wondering." She smirked, making it undoubtedly clear that her tastes were too clean to permanently reside in a place like this. "So I'll take it you're picking up the usual?" It was the safe assumption on her part, there was no kindness in coaxing you to spend more on the grams of freedom that she rationed out for a price. Not to mention, with spare product there would no doubt be another soul that was prepared to take it off her hands.

"Yeah, please." A curt nod had the woman lounging her body to stretch so that she could pick up the complimentary medicine that she had self prescribed you for. The normal amount was visible through the small and clear baggy that carried the goods, and you immediately rushed to find the notes that would allow you to proceed in your pockets. But they were gone. Shit. This was the last thing that you needed after the day that you had endured with the whispers of thought that clouded your brain.

Panic settled over you, and thus with a dry mouth it was with wise decision that you chose to speak up. There was no point beating around the bush, after all this was your first slip up when it came to this, and you prayed to every ethereal being that it would be the last. "I seemed to have forgotten to put the cash in this jacket, would it be okay if i were to come by later to collect again?" It was embarrassing really, there was nothing that screamed being newer to the scene of all this mutual transaction than forgetting the payment.

"Trial and error one would say." Nat slouched back, dropping the bag mockingly in her lap so that you could see. "The problem is I'm not available for business later." So stupid, you thought to yourself, insulting yourself because she wouldn't for your blatant and misconducted dumb foolery. It certainly may have ben a mistake, but you were no doubt paying for it because you could not pay for what you had really wanted. With a gulp of apologetic waver of disregard, you stood on your two feet, eyeing the door as your escape.

You were just about to begin walking when the red headed conductor silenced all movement your body was ready to perform. "Uh, uh, uh." The noise of scolding that she proclaimed towards you made your heart beat a little faster, afraid that she was going to refuse future service to you altogether. However much you dreaded what she was going to say, you politely listened, intending to remain on her good side. "If you have time to spare, I don't mind being paid in other ways..."

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean." Maybe it was plain obliviousness to Nat's ultimatum of a suggestion, or perhaps you didn't quite believe your body's instinct to the prowess in her eyes that made your spine coil in a retrograde of quivering arousal, but you avertedly decided to play it dumb. She stood, and strode towards you like a vixen, her wide eyes scorning every inch of your vessel, humming contentedly to herself.

"Don't be so naive little y/n," her tongue peeked out from her mouth, swiping languidly across her plump bottom lip. "You'll still be a respectable woman, you'll just have to respect me too... in an intimate way." Thinking to yourself, the hunger that ran through your veins which yearned for the intoxicating compulsion of the confident redhead was strivingly eager, and the addictive stock that sold, was endless.

"W-what did you have in m-mind?" You wanted some clarification before you drowned yourself in an action that could exempt you from her clientele, even if she had been explicit, only leaving the details of prolific actions out from her spoken equation. The thumping of your heart beat within your ears, running through your bloodstream that was declining from a subsidised high, as you ogled curiously at the the woman with priceless leverage.

"We all have things we want y/n," she admitted vaguely before going into detail, "and I, in exchange want you to give me an orgasm." Her hands rubbed soothingly up your arms, her skin surprisingly cold upon your flesh. She could sense your nervousness, it was openly apparent as you shivered for both her touch and the calming rush that would absorb itself into your form.

"Okay." You spoke meekly, withholding how eager you were to persevere provocatively towards the mysterious woman. A coy smile weaved its route upon her defining features, causing your walls to flutter obscenely below where they were dressed. You'd always thought that you would be above soliciting yourself in exchange for anything, but it proved to show that you could never be certain on an agenda until you came to the crossroads of it.

Your tongue poked outside of your mouth, nervously grooming the indents and crevices at the corner of your lips, preparing yourself for what Natasha was expecting. It made you realise how little you truly knew about the woman before you, the name that she had given you to address her by may have all been a hoax, to conceal her identity from any enforcers whom bought the stronger stuff from ratting her out to the feds.

But in the predicament that you had stumbled obliviously into, you needed to be nothing more than acquainted, it wasn't love, it was just business derived from the figments of pleasure, and whilst you were allured by the pros and cons that weighed argumentatively in your mind, you couldn't help but give this instance a block from your overthinking mindset. "I'm glad to hear," she conveyed, causing a deep laughter within her chest to be released as she noticed how tense that you had become.

She liked to see you squirm, she had decided. And perhaps next time you would forget payment again, of course she wouldn't mind if your skills were up to her standards of course, and if they weren't, she would unshackle the bedroom nerves that you were enduring with her own set of amorous control. The air hung thick between the both of you as she strolled casually back towards the seat that she had already claimed prior to your arrival, sitting down and spreading her clothed legs wide.

"Come here, and make me cum." Her instructions were far too persuasive, and you couldn't refrain from doing as you were told, willingly you fell to your denim clad jeans, watching intently as Nat unbuttoned her own trousers. "I don't even need to tell you what to do." She verbally observed, pushing down the layers covering her bottom half, including her lace designed panties. Her actions served you with the view of her core, and the sight made you salivate.

A part of you felt dirty, but you procured it in an encouraging way, as this was exactly how she wanted to see you. The position that you were in made warmth flush between your legs, even more so when her drug dealing hand swept into your hair, pulling your face closer to her cunt with the harsh grip that she had. You glanced up to watch her lust drowning eyes, before you entangled your lips with her lower ones, tasting her juices on your tongue.

You ran your tongue up her slit a few times, testing the waters before you suctioned your lips around your clit, sucking on the nerve filled bud, her body being devoured by heavenly sensations. "Fuck me." Her breath cast the words out as her emerald irises became obliterated by the bleakness of her pupils, and in a way you were, and to fuck her further into the pleasure that was flooding her veins, you raised your dominant hand, tracing your fingers around her slick entrance.

With integral driven lust, you pushed one of your digits inside of her, her hand weaving tighter within your locks, and forcing your face further into her cunt. You were amidst in an overwhelming sense of reality, as you hollowed your cheeks so that you could put more pressure around her clit. Her mouth gaped open as she leant sporadically in her seat, her hips bucking into your jawline as her legs wrapped around the back of your head.

Pumping your fingers at a quicker pace, you could feel her walls contracting around you tighter, and her moans evoking to a higher pitch. Her sounds echoed around the room that was in need of more furniture, and you knew that she was getting close, and so you continued on with your actions, daring to enter another finger inside of her, which made her reach her breaking point. Her lips floundered in a silent scream, as she came around the fingers that you had stuffed inside of her.

You continued slowly with drawing out her orgasm, before you pulled back and allowed breath to be inhaled through your mouth, removing your fingers so that you had the opportunity to lick them clean. After a few minutes passed, she unravelled her legs from how they had been pressed around your skull, deciding to sit up straighter, as she glowered at you, returning to her formal confirmation.

Silently she slid her underwear and bottoms back up her legs, leaving her fly open as she watched you stand before her, almost desperately. She was almost convinced to return the favour, but that wasn't what it was, instead it was payment, and she had the professionalism to an extent to make that clear. "Pleasure doing business with you again. Here's what you wanted." She threw the baggy at you, and surprisingly to yourself, you had caught the clear packaging that was filled with your goods.

In all honesty you had forgotten all about the weed, you had fallen into a spiral of delightful passion, and you could still taste her on your lips. Now it felt awkward, she was awaiting for your departure without a doubt as she expectedly nodded towards the door. "Uh, thanks." You fumbled with the bag, finding yourself to forget your money again, with purpose, the next time that you visited her to collect.

#natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow smut #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff oneshot #nat x reader #black widow x reader #black widow x y/n #black widow x female reader

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waaayoutofline · 22 days

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MRS.CLAUS AND HER HELPER

PROMPTS: “This is just pointless” and “Fine, I’ll just do it myself then.”

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Tags: Grumpy x Sunshine, fluff, awkward Nat, resident sunshine reader, christmas fun! (yes, I’m aware is actually eastern but idc).

Summary —> Natasha has feelings for you. Feelings that make her feel grumpy whenever you are near. Unfortunately, she has no opportunity to avoid you as she is assigned to a holidays mission with you.

WORD COUNT: 2927

“Miss Y/L/N, you are being requested in the conference room,” Friday announced through the speakers, causing you to halt in your tracks, the dummy of practice finally getting a break. Wiping the sweat off your forehead, you stretched your limbs before grabbing a towel. It’s only been three days since you returned from your last mission, so it catches you off guard to be called in already.

After quickly hitting the showers, you head to the lift, pressing the button while humming. But just as the mechanical doors are about to shut, a hand slips in between. “Hey, sorr-…Oh, it’s you,” a rather dry voice comments.

A smile spreads across your lips in a matter of seconds, your eyes following the figure of Natasha Romanoff slipping almost in resignation. “Good morning, Nat!” you greet her cheerfully.

“Morning,” she grumbles. “Where are you going?”

“Conference room,” her eyes widened, enough for you to connect the dots. “Oh, you too? That’s great! Perhaps they assigned us a new mission.”

Natasha, usually a morning person, grumbled. “Oh, yeah… joy,” she says, her tone lacking enthusiasm.

You might think that the red-headed spy isn’t too fond of you. Most would believe she really didn’t like you. She’s always scoffing, complaining, and even whining when forced to be in the same space as you.

But quite the contrary. She is fond of you. That’s the problem.

These fuzzy feelings did nothing but anger her. She has always been in control. She’s supposed to be. She’s a trained assassin, cold and ruthless. And yet, there’s something about you that makes her nerves betray her.

It’s her secret. Well, she is convinced that it’s a secret. The truth is that the whole team is aware. They know how Natasha Romanoff has a soft spot for the resident sunshine. Tony even has a pool going around for when she is going to actually do something about it.

Not that either two of you are aware of this fact.

You seem to be clueless. Unaware of the way Natasha’s ears turn pink whenever you smile at her. Of how her heart aches when you do as little as laugh, the sound so clear and joyful. Of the way she silently but deadly threatens anyone who dares to even tease you. Once, the team, except Wanda and Natasha, devoured your stash of sweets, not aware that they belonged to you. Unfortunately, that day you were particularly sensitive and a few tears slipped away before you could mutter, “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

And unfortunately for the boys, Natasha’s darkened eyes watched silently as the tears caressed your cheeks. The following events that happened are not to be mentioned. Just know that the next day, they all bought bags and bags of your favorite goods, besides apologizing like crazy. Confused, you accepted everything with a “Thanks?”

You aren’t aware of any of that.

She just disconnects as you happily chat away, talking about how excited you were about the incoming Christmas festivities. Plans about decorating the whole tower and baking cookies and brownies and watching Christmas movies with the team and….The ding sound in the air as Natasha practically throws herself out of the lift. You giggle softly, “Where’s the fire at, Nat?” You tease, walking calmly in different ways to her wide, fast-paced steps. Natasha curses to herself, cheeks blazing. It should be illegal to be this cute at such hours.

“I just don’t want to be late,” she snaps. You shrug, not affected by her harshness. That’s another thing that baffled her. Usually, she intimidates even the senior agents with her direct personality and ironic comments and yet, you never seem to be hesitant or scared at all to approach her. It’s like you are immune to it.

Is she losing her touch? She feels like she is losing her touch.

Her hands go to the handle, opening it before doing a painfully awkward gesture for you to go in first. You smile in gratitude when passing next to her, the familiar scent of vanilla making her hold her breath.

“Y/L/N, Romanoff,” Nick greets, dramatically turning around. You say a cheery hello, Natasha just nods. Let’s get this over with. “I know you both just been on a mission, but we need your assistance on this.”

Natasha feels her stomach drop. Taking a seat, the director gives you both two copies of a report. Skimming through it, Natasha’s eyes widen. “Oh no, absolutely not.”

“I knew she was going to say that,” Tony chimes in.

“Don’t give her more reason to not do it, Tony,” Steve sighs.

“Are we sure it’s them?” You ask dubiously, eyes still on the paper. Fury nods.

“Yes. We have had surveillance on them for the last month, all points that they have they must have their next exchange somewhere in this mall. They are using the upcoming festivities to go more unnoticed.”

Natasha sighs. “So what, are we supposed to go and possibly catch them in broad daylight?” Fury shakes his head.

“Not exactly. We need you two to go undercover, keep a low profile and watch out for more suspicious activity. A few boxes of cargo isn’t enough to take the entire operation down. While we know they maybe are dealers on the area we don’t exactly know if it’s a full on operation. ”

The Russian’s eyebrows furrow. “Why not send an agent then? Have them confirm.”

“This is too delicate. A couple of rookies are less likely to draw attention. I need your eyes, subtlety, and Y/N’s enhanced hearing,” Fury explained.

Natasha sighed in frustration, pushing the folder away. “So, you want us to go into a mall full of late Christmas shoppers and look for suspicious drug trade that you’re not even sure is happening there?” she summarized.

Fury nodded. “Aren’t you perceptive, Agent Romanoff.”

Natasha opened her mouth to protest further, but Fury beat her to it. “Now, how do you two feel about Santa?”

***

“Oh no, absolutely not,” Natasha huffs indignantly. The sounds of the rushing people are muffled by the door, the lights already making Natasha dizzy. You turn your head to look at her over the shoulder.

”Oh. Do you want to be the elf, then? I don’t mind-“ She cuts you off with a grunt.

”No, I don’t want to be anything. This is absolutely ridiculous. Just wait until we return to the tower, Fury is going to hear it.” A laugh escapes you at the scowl on her face. She sends you the mean look, but you don’t even flinch.

“It’s not that bad. Think of it as a Christmas spirit operation.” You try to cheer up, not really finding the zipper of the disguise. A scoff.

“We’ve been following this narcotic clan for months now, all leading us into dead ends. Perhaps we should start to consider the fact that they aren’t even in America anymore. This is just pointless.”

You shrugged your shoulders, putting the green suit on your shoulder and going to the changing room. “Fine, I’ll just do it myself then.” The spy’s arms, which were crossed, almost get out of their place as she grabs your arm. Gentle enough to not hurt, but firm enough to stop you.

You look up at her and she feels like she is about to faint. “What- no. What if they are here—…”

“You just said they may not even be here, so there’s nothing to worry about.” The reassurance doesn’t seem to calm her, but you keep walking away. Your legs are barely out of the storage room when she calls you to stop.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, fine! Fine. Just…” She stops you, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let’s get this over with.” You clap in excitement and face lighting like a christmas tree, spinning happily. A satisfied grin on your face that she doesn’t get to see. “Great! See you in five minutes, Mrs. Claus!” You sing as you finally exit. Natasha almost hits her head on the wall at how easily she just gave in.

She has definitely lost her touch.

***

“Mommy, why is Mrs. Claus looking so grumpy?” a little kid asks her mom as they pass by, the woman giving you two a disapproving look. You nudge Natasha’s side with your elbow.

“Yeah, Mrs. Claus… light it up a little, will you?” You mutter with a tight smile. “And also, don’t sit like that.” Natasha huffs, but changes position on the tall, red velvet-covered chair.

“Shut it, elf, or I’ll have you sent to the North Pole in no time,” she answers snarkily, but you were too distracted relocating the wall of fake gift boxes to have a better view.

Still, you look at her with an eyebrow raised. “What was that?”

A gulp. “Nothing.”

For as sweet as you were, you did know how to throw a mean glare. Was Natasha into it? Absolutely not.

“That’s what I thought.” The cheers of children echo, Natasha’s face paling as they all line up. Before she can say something about it, you put a hand on her shoulder. “Now, smile bright and be nice to the kids.”

”Bet you wouldn’t be so happy about having small people sit on your lap.” Faking a pout, you bend slightly to look her in the eyes.

”Aw, does that mean I won’t have a turn later?” You tease. And suddenly, all the remarks that the redhead had disappeared into thin air, never to be found again. You giggle. “Careful, your face is matching with your disguise.”

She is still sputtering indignantly by the time you redirect your attention to the crowd, a big bright grin on your face. The fact that she finds you cute even in the ridiculous elf suit you’re wearing speaks volumes.

“Merry Christmas everyone!” You greet happily, dramatically doing a reverence. “See, Santa has got a bit too many sweets before going to sleep situation.” Everyone cheers sadly. “But lucky for us, someone came all the way here all the way form the North Pole to save the day, give a big applause everyone for…Mrs.Claus!” Everyone claps excitedly as Natasha does a big, strained smile and salutes everyone to the public. The children (and even the parents) cheer loudly.

“Marry christmas. Who is ready to sit on my lap?” Natasha asks in exaggerated happiness, flushing some more when you give her a sneaky wink. What did she do to deserve this?

***

Ten or so children go by, all asking for their gifts. You want to think that everything is going well so far, no sign of any undercover trafficking, and everyone seems to be having a great time. Even Natasha.

“What do you want, kiddo?” The little boy grins toothlessly.

“I want a pink pony with fire breath and Pegasus wings!” The redhead hesitates.

“Well, those are rare… Anything else that you want?” The kid stops and thinks for a bit.

“Mmm, oh yeah! I want for mom and dad to bring their adult friends home instead of hiding them from each other. That way we can have a party!” Natasha’s eyes widened, choking on air. Your hand flies to your mouth in surprise as Natasha looks at you in panic. You send her a look that screams “You better fix this.”

“A pink flying, fire-breathing pony it is then!”

Besides that one, of course.

As fewer and fewer kids are in the waiting line, you feel yourself relax. If anything were to happen, at least there won’t be people who will get hurt. Natasha stretches lightly on the chair. When looking at the next kid, a little smile appears on her face. “Would you look at that? You look exactly like a smaller version of someone I know,” she mentions as she pulls the kid onto her lap.

The girl smiles, and you get an idea of who she reminded her of. “Really? From the North Pole? Is she magical?” Natasha makes an exaggerated thinking face while you scoff lightly.

“Well, she is a little bit of a troublemaker at times…” Natasha says dramatically, making the girl laugh. “But yeah… you could very well say she is magical.” Her voice is soft, sincere. You can’t help but blush a little.

***

“Ugh, I’m sweating. Why is this thing so hot?” Natasha complained as you two walked side by side, finally being able to catch a break. You nodded absentmindedly, your eyes wandering until you suddenly froze. Still wrestling with the disguise, Natasha didn’t notice. “I’m suffocating. This can’t be legal…”

“Natasha,” a couple of men scurried into a door next to the bathroom stalls. You recognized the characteristic tattoo of a crossed couple of spears on their necks until they both disappeared.

“It has way too many zippers and—” You hit her with your elbow, startling her.

“Stop it! Give me some room to complain, woman. I’ve already accepted plenty of your side eyes this morning.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled her along by her hand. Her eyes stuck where you two were touching. “What are you…” As you opened the door, you followed down the hallway, being careful not to be spotted. Shushing her and slightly pulling her against the wall to cover with the shadows, you pointed to the now visible men, who were around the corner in a small operation room. There were gift-themed boxes scattered everywhere, alongside bags of bright purple powder. Still, for anyone, it could be said this was a normal management room.

“Pretty sure there aren’t any Barbie houses in those boxes,” Natasha muttered. You nodded, counting the number of guys. “So that’s how they do it. They benefit from the holidays to smuggle the drugs…” She trailed off.

“…and because there is so much activity and shipment movement it goes easily under the radar.” You finished happily, looking up at her with a grin, only to notice that she was already watching you. Her eyes locked on your hand, which still rests softly on her upper chest, the space between the two of you being almost nonexistent. In your excitement, you didn’t notice how close you were.

For a second, you didn’t say anything. No happy comments or quick remarks. She didn’t say anything either, no sarcastic retort or reproach. The only sounds were your breaths and the faint pulse of a frantic heart.

Even if it felt like it was frozen, there was this notion that one of the two was moving slightly closer. If not both of you. But as it turns out, time didn’t actually freeze, and it didn’t take much for someone to spot you.

“Hey, what are yo-… Oh shit.” Someone exclaimed, making both of you jump away from each other. You caught the movement of Natasha reaching for the taser that (you didn’t approve of) was strapped on her back. However, a quick analysis of the man’s face told you enough to make her stop. She looked at you in confusion before reading the spark in your eyes. A nod.

“Oh, sorry, we thought this was an empty closet…” You giggled, dramatically grabbing Natasha’s arm and putting your face on Natasha’s shoulder, nuzzling her neck. You felt her tense before her arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer. You were pretty sure that extra beat wasn’t because of the adrenaline.

“This place is restricted to the public,” he muttered, flustered.

“Sure. How about we try the changing room, sweetheart?” Natasha muttered, loud (and suggestive) enough for the man’s awkwardness to grow tenfold and leave.

“What was that, man?”

“Nothing, just Mrs. Claus and her helper making out.”

It wasn’t long until you both returned to the first level of the mall. “Alright, this should be enough distance…” Natasha mutters, looking for any more tattooed men. Suddenly, an unusually soft, warm sensation process on her mind, looking down she can still see both your hands enterwined. You are looking to, but don't make any attempt to “fix” the situation.

“C’mon, let’s go inform Fury to bring in the team.” Immediately after that, you are pulling her along, Natasha’s face now fully complementing the same shade of her Mrs.Claus dress. If it was because of embarrassment or another feeling entirely she will not tell.

One thing she can say for sure. Perhaps this whole “christmassy operation” wasn’t bad after all.

***

—extra

(A FEW MOMENTS LATER, IN THE TOWER…)

”Great job, agents. I appreciate your work.” Fury hangs the calls, turning to the rest of the team. “Apparently, they found out actual activity of the smuggling. Have plenty of high ranked operators and shipment cargo.”

“Why the surprise?” Bruce questions, while Tony laughs.

”Shit, they actually did?” Everyone looks at him confused. “What? You guys don’t know?”

The room fills with puzzled looks as Steve exhales audibly in his chair. “This operation was merely a facade to orchestrate a charming little rendezvous between Natasha and Y/N. It’s rather remarkable they stumbled upon anything, considering the slim odds,” he elucidates nonchalantly.

”And Fury greenlit this?”

“I did. I’ve grown weary of witnessing Agent Romanoff’s infatuation with Y/N—it’s proving distracting. Even the junior agents are indulging in speculation about their eventual…get together. Sooner rather than later, I say,” Fury explains, shrugging indifferently.

“You did what?!” Natasha growled, practically kicking the door down.

Most people have never seen a single emotion on the director's face. But the ones who were there that day would forever remember the flash of fright that flashed in Nick Fury's good eye.

#mcu #marvel #natasha romanoff #fanfic #nat x reader #natasha x reader #fluff #oneshot #short prompt #christmas #grumpy nat #reader insert

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themultitaskingposer · 11 months

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*avengers reactions to y/n's ‘I love you’*

Natasha: aww I love you too babe!

Tony: oh no, what did you do?

Steve: love you too kid

Kate: *cries* I love you too

Clint: Sounds fake but okay

Peter: oh..I..I-I love you too *nervous*

Wanda: *A flustered mess*

Thor: *laugh* i have no doubt you do, lady y/n

Yelena: can I get a refund?

Bucky: *shy at first* I love you too doll

Loki: I love myself too

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imtryingbuck · 6 months

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Pebbles

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Summary: you tell Nat something (great at summaries I know)

Word count: 842

Warnings: angst with fluff. mentions of cheating (readers ex) Nat being in love with reader. pregnancy. protective avengers. heavy use of pet names

Translation: любит - loves (if wrong let me know please)

Masterlist

Running all the way to Nat’s room, managing to slip past everyone who tries to get a hold of you, concern filling their eyes.

All you need is Nat. Nat will make everything better, you was sure of it.

Knocking on the door to her room you bounce on your heels for her to hurry up and answer.

You was about to knock again when her door answered.

“Y-Y/n, what’s happened? Come here”

“I need to tell you something”

“Anything baby you know this”. She says as she moves the hair away from your face.

"I know I could trust you so I came here." You say with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Sweetheart you can, please finish what you were saying”. Nat’s heart breaks at the sight of your tears, wishing she could stop them from falling.

“Adam’s-“ Nat’s jaw clenched at the name of your ex who stupidly let go of the best thing he was ever going to have in his worthless life “new girlfriend messaged me saying that her and him were sleeping together for two months before I walked in on them, an-and she said its my fault that they keep arguing. Natty I’ve n-not done anythi-anything wr-wr-wr-“

“Baby breathe, oh Y/n breathe with me” Even with her green eyes focused on your trembling body she could see your twos friends at the door. She could feel the anger coming from them.

They’ve known you for as long as they’ve known Pepper, her being your auntie who’s raised you since you were a kid, introduced you to everyone. Straight away after Nat met you she had a crush and everyone knew it, even Pepper. She was devastated when she found out you had a boyfriend.

“I-I’m so-sorry Natty”

“No printsessa don’t apologise, its not your fault”

“Sh-she said he knows about Pebbles b-but Natty she called Pebble a bast-“

“It’s okay baby, it’s going to be alri-“

“What if he tries to take Pebble away from us?”

She smirked, silently daring him to take their Pebbles away from them. Just so she could finally do what she promised you she wouldn’t do.

Natasha had found you crying in your room that Tony had given you for whenever you wanted to stay at the tower. You told her that you had walked in on Adam having sex with a woman in your bed, and then you dropped another bomb on her. You was pregnant. You had found out a week before, you hadn’t gotten around to tell him as you was still working on the gift you was going to give him.

Angry Nat scared a lot of people, Nat on a war path? terrified everyone including the Avengers.

Her heart and mind were at loggerheads with what you had just told her. Her heart told her hold you tight and reassure you everything was going to be okay. Her mind went straight to murder.

Reluctantly she listened to her heart, holding you long after you pasted out. Whispering promises that she’ll help you raise the baby.

It had been two months since she gained the courage to ask you out, and as the weeks go by during your pregnancy she reminds you that she’s here and she’s never leaving her любит.

Everyone closest to you didn’t bat an eye or care that she was willing to help you raise a baby that wasn’t biologically hers because to them Pebbles - the name given by Morgan - was Natasha’s, no matter what.

And if your ex wanted to try and take the baby it would be the most dumbest thing he would ever do. They will protect their family at all cost.

“He’s not going to angel I promise!” Nat says as she holds you tighter.

“He’ll have to get through all of us first sweet girl” Tony says as he comes in to the room, followed by the rest.

“When did she send you the messages Y/n/n?” Wanda questions.

Pulling away from Nat you looked down at your small bump “two weeks ago-I’m so sorry Natty”

“It’s okay, but why didn’t you tell me love?”

“I thought I could handle it myself, i didn’t reply to anything she said thinking she would just leave me alone but she won’t” You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, causing Nat to pull your hand away.

“You’re so tired aren’t you?” She watches as you nod, yawing at the same time “come, let’s get you into bed okay baby?”

“B-but his girlf-“

“I’ll deal with it, I promise. Now please sleep. I love you”.

“I love you too Natty” you mumble and as soon as your head hits the pillow, you’re in dreamland.

Nat kept her promise by dealing with your exes girlfriend, no more messages were sent to you and Adam didn’t try and take Pebbles away.

Giving birth to a healthy baby girl, Nat continued to keep her promise by sticking by you.

Alisa Pebbles Romanoff was truly spoilt by both of her mamas.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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Girl I've Always Been

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x GN!Reader Warnings:

Smut, exhibitionism, degradation, pet names, use of clit cream (receiving), strap (r receiving), fluff, brief mention of eating problems. Reader has a uterus.Aftercare, fluff.

About: Nat goes to the grocery store only to come back home, thinking her gf is in a meeting but walks in on them fucking. What happens next?

Nat dropped the grocery bags on the floor as she arrived home. Their fridge was practically empty, it was time to go shopping. Nat doesn't even know how it could get so empty, Wanda made Nat go and get some food, and safe foods for y/n. Knowing about their texture problem with food, it's practically impossible to get them to eat. Nat sighed and began to put the grocery away. She assumed Wanda was working and Y/n was either cuddling with her on her lap or playing video games. Either way, Nat was about to go find out.

As she approached the red-heads office, she heard a series of moans. That could mean no good. Nat walked in on Wanda in a meeting, Tony's voice in the background, her camera and audio of her office and y/n being fucked against their large glass window. Nat smirked "So this is why you sent me away. So you could have some private time with our partner." Nat began to make her way over there.

By the volume of the moans she heard earlier, she Nat can already assume what happened. Y/n was being needy while Wanda was on camera so Wanda decided to fuck them like the slut they are, whoring them for the whole world to see.

Telling y/n to be as loud as they want so the neighbors can hear "I needed to take care of them, darling. I can't just have our little plaything interrupting my meeting and get away with it. Now can I dear?" Wanda explained as she relentlessly pounded into y/n with her strap, from behind.

Y/n's breasts pressed against the glass, whining because it was cold. “Cold daddy” y/n whimpered." Thought you wanted Daddy to fuck you? Maybe you should watch mommy fuck daddy instead. Tie you up and don't let you highlight the ache between your legs." Wanda hummed. Y/n's eyes widened. "No please! Please daddy I'll be good!" Y/n squeaked, making eye contact with nat for the first time since she came back, only to be met with a smirk.

"Wow, they're really needy, huh. Never seen them this desperate, what did you do Wanda?" Nat chuckled. "Dunno but I think I have the perfect thing if they can be good long enough then I'll try it out on them" Wanda murmured, turning to Nat and whispering something in Russian. Nat left the room. "M-mommy?" Daddy wants to reward you." Wanda softened, reaching for y/n's hand. She leads them to the bedroom, only to be greeted with Nat and a little tube of cream in her hand.

Y/n looked at Wanda confused. "I know you're confused baby, but just trust me here, okay?" Wanda spoke, motioning for y/n to get on the bed. They listened and climbed up. Nat handed the tube to Wanda. Wanda joined y/n on the bed and told them to spread their legs. Wanda squeezed some of the stuff on her finger. She then spread it on y/n"s clit. They whined immediately at the coldness and unexpected touch. "It's okay detka" Nat cooed from across the room, simply just watching the two of you play.

Y/n's clit began to throb, more than usual. Y/n squirmed and squeezed their thighs together. Wanda looked at y/n lovingly "how do you feel baby?" Wanda asked with a gentle voice. Wanda gladly gives in. Her hand dips between y/n's thighs, she traces circles over y/n's clit. They jolt. At this rate, they're gonna come fast but Wanda doesn't care. All she cares about is making her partner feel good.

Wanda's hand trailed up to y/n's breasts. Wanda moved down, her head between y/n's thighs. She looks up at her angel, letting out soft moans. what does this feel so good, so different my love?" Wanda mumbled, as she started to suck on y/n's clit. They shook their head.

"Daddy put clit cream on you, it makes your clit more sensitive." Nat's voice said, from across the room. Y/n looks at Nat who now has her hands between her thighs, playing with herself. "See something you like?" Nat smirked, seeing y/n looking at her with wide eyes. Wanda sped up, resulting in y/n throwing their head back.

They arched their back but Wanda held them in place. "Gonna cum darling?" Wanda mumbled against her clit, smirking at the mess she's making of them. Y/n nodded breathless. "Cum for me my love" Wanda whispered.

Nat made her way over to y/n. "Can mommy hold you while daddy cleans up?" Nat whispered softly, meeting y/n's fucked out gaze. God they're so out of it. They agreed in response. Nat climbed onto the bed, they immediately clung onto her. Nat awed in response. She loves how clingy and cuddly they get after sex.

"Drink" Wanda spoke, bringing an opened waterbottle to y/n's lips. "You did so good moya lyubov" Wanda praised. After Wanda finished cleaning up, she saw y/n passed out in Nat's arms. Wanda quietly climbed into the bed, giving y/n a little kiss on the forehead. Careful not to wake them.

Wanda whispered "So daddy, I think we should use the clit cream more often." Wanda smirked at the Russian. "Seeing the effect it has on them, they'll definitely be good more often." Nat responded. "So where did you get the idea? I didn't even know we owned clit cream?" Wanda, amused asks her girlfriend.

"I um- I got it because I wanted you to try it on me" The Russian mumbled, her face turning red. Wanda smirked, seeing her flustered her girlfriend is. "I would love to sweetheart. Daddy also deserves a reward, doesn't she. I'm sorry sweetheart that slipped my mind." Wanda hummed.

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natashaslesbian · 5 months

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Sleepy Bear

Summary: Natasha finds an unusual way to help you sleep

Word Count: 1.1k

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Warnings: none I believe :))

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You had no idea how long your girlfriend had been doing this for you. Sleep had never come easy to you, only did you get a rest when your exhaustion would force your body to shut down. Your thoughts leave you restless each night, the anxiety had always been there. Your mom started you in therapy when you were 7, the nightmares should have stopped by then. She tired everything, your mother, each week was a new medication. Your dad on the other hand, he couldn’t have cared less. It was him who marched you into the hospital demanding they scanned your ‘daft brain’ as he put it. There was nothing to be found. Years of therapy only brought the diagnosis of anxiety, much to the disappointment of your father. Dr Grey was a nice lady, but she couldn’t quite solve your problems. You were too young to put your anxiety into words, you just knew it made you too scared to sleep. You stopped therapy after your mom died and your dad refused to pay, you were left to your own devices.

You met Natasha 2 years ago at the coffee shop you work at. She fell head over heels the second she laid her eyes on you, not that she’d ever tell you that. You had your eyes on her too, it took you months to realise that she was purposely going out of her way to visit the shop multiple times a week. It started with lasting looks and then lingering touches when you passed the redhead her iced caramel oat milk latte. Soon you were slipping her extra cookies and then one day she slipped you her number, you never looked back after that day. After a few months you finally let Natasha come over to your apartment, she was horrified at the state you were living in, sleep was the last of your worries. Your dad kicked you out after you told him you were gay, you took what you could and found the cheapest little studio available. The paint was chipped all over, the cooker didn’t work and you were on the verge of eviction. The widow was desperate to move you into the compound, despite your discomfort at the idea. Eventually you agreed to take residence in one of the spare rooms, and surprisingly you settled in straight away. Your life fell back on track after that and you and Natasha had grown closer and stronger than ever, you even shared a room now, Natasha had to move the ring in her bedside draw to Clint’s room.

A slightly sharp corner had you stirring slightly, the assassin quick to flash you a worried glance. You settled again straight away, rolling your face into the cold window. The day you had finally told Natasha about your anxiety was a relief, you cried for hours that wednesday. Since your mother, no one had been so kind. You were so afraid she would run a mile, but she sat with you for all those hours, just holding you. Nat promised to spend every sleepless night with you, lord knows she had her own problems when it came to sleep, but you somehow found comfort in each others restless nights. Often you would take turns in reading to each other, some nights you would go for a stroll around the grounds of the compound. But your favourite form of medicine was the car. Natasha would wrap you up in her fluffy blanket and strap you snug into the passenger seat, the gentle hum and sway of the motor would eventually lull you into a slumber. It took months for your girlfriend to convince you to even try the idea, you hated it at first, what did she think you were, a baby? “I know you’re not an actual baby, but your my baby” she would say “let me take care of you” how she even thought of the plan was a mystery to you and you definitely didn’t want to admit it was working.

Natasha pulled into the 24 hour gas station, the car coming to a scratchy stop. “Mm, Tasha?” You mumbled, half asleep still. “I’m here sweetheart, I just need to get some gas” she said “would you like some snacks? Or do you wanna sleep a little longer?” Your belly rumbled right on cue “choccy biscuit” maybe you were still a baby at heart, “one pack of chocolate biscuits coming right up�� the beautiful red head said, oh how you thought her locks were just gorgeous. “You’re so pretty” you whispered, eyes only half open “thank you baby” Natasha laid a kiss on your warm lips and you couldn’t stop the little squeal that escaped you. She wasn’t gone long enough for you to miss her, considering you continued to doze in her absence. You heard the familiar commotion of your girlfriend climbing back into the drivers seat, you peeled your eyes open to give her a sleepy smile “here you go sleepy bear” your favourite biscuits were deposited into your lap and you whispered a small thanks.

You contently nibbled for the 45 minute journey back to the compound, while Natasha quietly sang along to whatever trash was on the late night radio, you always thought they played the worse songs during the early hours of the morning. A quick glance at the clock told you it was 2:36am, Natasha had been driving you to sleep for over an hour, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for you. “I love you” you said, breaking the silence “I love you too y/n” Natasha replied, a bit unsure at why you were suddenly all mushy. “No” you continued “I really love you” a red light gave Nat the chance to flash you another worried look, she softened when you saw your eyes glistening back at her, and the smile engraved on your face “you’re welcome baby girl” you swear she could read your mind. With the conversation at a happy standstill you decided to close your eyes again, just for a little nap until you were home.

When you stirred again, the rough car seat had become your plush mattress and your head was laying comfortably on your pillow. It quickly became Natasha’s as she climbed into bed with you “can I have my own pillow sleepy?” She giggled “no” you sighed, carrying the sound to the end of your breath “it smells like you” you mumbled “but I’m right here?” The widow kindly shot back “oh yeah” you said, eyes still tightly shut, you still failed to roll back over though. “You’re not gonna move are you?” Natasha said, you shook your head against her arm and she didn’t hesitate to haul you up into lap, her arms wrapped tightly around your waist and your head perfectly slotted into the crook of her neck. “Sweet dreams y/n” Natasha wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep that ring locked away.

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I wrote this when I couldn’t sleep and I almost cried

-Astara

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #fluff #insomia #wlw

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natsaffection · 2 months

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Let go. | N.R

Mob!Natasha x Younger!Reader

MINORS DNI 18+!

Warnings: Age gap, fingering ( r receiving), begging, Squirting

Word count: 542 words

A/n: I woke up Horny and that was the first thing that came to mind🫠

In the dimly lit bedroom, Natasha leaned against a pile of pillows, her body radiating confidence and allure. She lounged on the tangled sheets, her eyes fixed on you lying next to her, your breathing still heavy with the echo of her passion.

With a playful grin, Natasha's fingers slid lazily over your skin, teasing and seducing every inch of your exposed flesh. She enjoyed the way your body responded to her touch, your skin turning red under her fingertips.

But Natasha's touch wasn't just gentle, It was possessive, claiming you as her own in the most intimate way. Her fingers delved deeper, exploring every curve and contour with an insatiable hunger that left you breathless and wanting more.

And as you arched into her touch, your desire palpable in the air between them, Natasha couldn't help but enjoy the power she had over you, knowing that you were completely at her mercy in that moment.

As Natasha continued to exert her dominance, she increased your pleasure to new levels, her touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment. With expert precision, Natasha teased and enticed, eliciting every gasp and moan from your lips.

But as the intensity of her passion reached its peak, you felt something building deep inside you, a pressure, a big one, that threatened to swallow you whole. With a gasp, you don’t realized what was about to happen. Your body responded to Natasha's touch in a way you had never experienced before.

“N-Natasha, please,” you beg, your voice shaking with a mix of desire and insecurity. "Its..strange..!"

But Natasha just smiled, her eyes dark with desire as she continued to push, driving you to the edge of release. But with the release came a flood of emotions, and you were overwhelmed by the intensity of your own pleasure. Gasping for air, you reached out to Natasha, your voice filled with desperation.

“Please s-stop,” you begged, tears of joy and confusion streaming down your cheeks. "It's... it's too m-much..!"

Sensing your overwhelming emotion, Natasha slowed her movements, her keen intuition recognizing your distress. She cupped your face with a tender touch, “Shh, Detka (Baby), it’s okay,” Natasha murmured, her voice a soothing melody amidst your turmoil. “Just let go and give in to the pleasure.”

She continued to gently caress your cheek, her voice a firm anchor in the storm of emotions but somehow your caution didn't let up, “You will let go for me, understand? I want to feel you letting go.”

Her words were like a command, igniting a spark of excitement within you. Despite your initial hesitation, you surrendered to Natasha's dominance, your body responding eagerly to her command.

And when you finally reached the peak of pleasure and your release washed over you in a torrent of feelings, your body twitching as waves of ecstasy wash over you. Natasha held you tightly, her touch both comforting and possessive. “That’s it, my little girl..Squirt all over the sheets,” she purred, her voice hoarse with desire. “You’re mine, all mine.”

#natasha x reader #natasha smut #natasha romanoff #dom!natasha x reader #natasha romanov x reader #nat x reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romonova #the avengers #natasha

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star-xxx1 · 19 days

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Sticky situations 18+

Ex!Natasha Romanoff x Crazy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: G!p Natasha, Dub-con, guns, blow jobs, overstim, begging, love bites.

A/n: Not proofread, sorry, but enjoy <3.

Natasha groaned, slowly coming to and regaining her senses. Her body stung all over, especially her neck, arms, and ankles. The sensation of wetness covered her neck; a weight sat on her lap. Her mind struggled to make sense of it all, to recall the seconds before she awoke from what felt like a deep, deep sleep. Only moments ago, she was on a mission; now she was so confused. She opened her eyes and looked around, taking in her surroundings cautiously. She looked down and saw you. Her ex-girlfriend.

Straddled on her lap, passionately marking up her neck like a tally in game, each mark was a mark of possession. Seeing you, her brain finally made the connection of the strange feeling on her neck. She groaned. She didn't even have to look know that you've made her whole neck a mess. Trying to pull away, you looked up at the sudden moment. "Natty, baby, Hi," you said sweetly, wiping the slobber around your mouth. "Mh." She grunted, You moved to kiss her pretty lips, but she pulled away.

"Y/n what the fuck!?" She said, trying to pull her arms up but all she was met with is tightness and resistance. Her arms and legs were tied. She looked up at you. "What are you trying to do?" The redhead barked at you. "Natty, please, I really need you. I'm needy and horny and I miss you." You whine to her.

"Not my problem." Natasha hissed. "But it is, I'm your sweet girl, after all? Like you said, I am and always will be." Your hand coming up to hold her soft cheek.

Natasha spat on your gentle face, her saliva landing right on your cheek and sidling down. Natasha watched as you wipped it up and lick it straight off your fingers and giggled. "Mhhh, spitting? wanna spit in my mouth next?"

"Oh fuck off y/n, get off me!" She said squirming unneath you. "Natty, baby, why are you resisting your girlfriend?" You pouted at her getting upset. "You're not my girlfriend anymore! For fuck sakes Y/n how times do I have tell, stop calling me! Stop texting me! Stop showing up everywhere -"

You covered her precious mouth, the barrel of a gun pressing firmly stomach. "Natasha, we're together," You took a deep breath, eyes holding strong emotions staring deep into her eyes, your grip tightening on her beautiful mouth, "We didn't break up!" You shouted. "Yes, we did!" Her protest coming out muffled. "You crazy bitch!"

"I will fucking shoot you!" You screamed getting, upset. "Straight in the stomach and you can bleed out alone and fuck off into hell." You yelled, the sound of you stressed voice echoing through the empty warehouse. She didn't flinch, but it shut her up. Natasha knew there was no way out, no matter what she did. You would find her, how the fuck can such a small girl find a highly skilled spy so easily? She tried so hard, but you were just everywhere, even in her dreams, haunting her, begging her for her to come back, sobbing screaming. You were obsessed, digustingly, and deep-seatedly in love. She was bound to you.

"Natasha." You said, looking into her pricing eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, baby, you just know how i get when it comes to you." You kissed her forehead. She didn't look impressed at all. You removed your hand from her mouth. You waited for an answer, expecting her to forgive you immediately like she usually did. But nothing, just a cold stare. Your lips pressed together, waiting.

"I think you've forgot how much I need you, how much I love you." Your hands trail down her suit. "Mabye, I have to remind you." Natasha's body stiffened as you started touching her your hands trailing down, but she couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine. She gritted her teeth, trying to resist your advances. "Don't you dare touch me."

You grabbed Natashas dick squeezing it from outside the suit. "Baby, don't you like when I do this?" You squeezed and rubbed her clothed cock. Natashas jaw tightened as you touched her cock, little groans escape her mouth at the sensation of your manicured hands squeezing and adding pressure, it gree harder and harder. "Y/n." Natasha said.

"Yes natty?" You chimed.

"Get off." You ingored her, slipping out a pocket knife out her weapon belt. You cut and sliced through her suit and boxers. Her body shivered with arousal as her thick, long cock sprang free from its confines, pre cum splattering on her stomach. It was so hard, so needy it needed to be dealt with immediately. "Mhh, baby, I miss you." You whispered, kissing her cheek. "Y/n." She whimpered, your soft hand wrapped around her cock, it was hot, throbbing.

She will admit, she did miss everything about you, she regretted leaving. She missed her old amazing sex life, not her current one, which was filled with so many different sex toys. She refused to let other people touch her in a sexual manner. It felt wrong. It felt like she was betraying you.

You got off her lap, settling in between her strong legs. You kissed her cock, rubbing your face all over her veiny shaft. "See im still your good girl."

Her breathing becomes heavy as she watches you on your knees. She bites her lip and starts to respond to your teasing. "Fuck you. don't do that."

You kissed her senstive pink tip. Her body shudders as she feels your lips against her cock. She gasps loudly, her back arching off the chair slightly. Despite her resistance, her hips start to move involuntarily, grinding against your face. "Don't. don't."

"Baby, just admit you want a blow job." You teased her. "I don't. I can't." Her words are punctuated by moans as she tries to resist the pleasure but fails miserably. Her hips continue to grind against your face, her cock leaking pre-cum onto your lips. You stared up at her, kitten licking her tip. "Beg, baby."

"Please, don't..." She whimpers out the word, her body shaking with desire. Despite herself, she can't help but push her hips forward slightly, offering more of her cock to your mouth. "I- I want you to suck me off... please."

"That's it, baby." You took her throbbing cock into her mouth. Your voice comes out muffled. "Come on, move, you always told me to work for it." You smirked. Natasha's eyes close as she feels your mouth close around her cock. She tries to pull away, but the sensation is too much for her to resist. She moans loudly, her hips bucking against your face as you tease her by not moving. "Baby,please, please, suck it." She begged. You didn't bugged. "I'm begging you!" Natasha cries out, her voice strained with desire. Her hips buck wildly against your face, seeking the release she craves. "Please need you to suck my cock."

"Please, fuck" Natasha body trembles with need as she continues to beg, her voice filled with desperation. Her cock throbs against your lips, leaking pre-cum onto your tongue. "I'll do anything. Just suck me off."

You shook head no. "Please!" Her Protest turns into a moan of frustration as she feels herself on the edge of orgasm without release. Her hips jerk forward, pressing her cock against your mouth, pleading for you to take her. "Please." After awhile wildly thrusting her thick cock into your warm mouth, her moans fill the room as her body shudders with ecstasy, her hips bucking violently against your face. Cum pours into your mouth, sweet and salty on your tongue. She pants and groans as she does a few extra hard thrusts. You look at your girlfriend, eyes screwing shut in pleasure forehead dripping with sweat. You started sucking her off. "O-oh..." Her eyes flutter open, surprised by the sudden change in sensation. Despite her initial resistance, she can't help but whimper as you start sucking on her sensitive, still hard cock, your pretty lips wrapping around her dick. "Holy shit." She bites her lip to keep from screaming out as she feels your hot mouth engulfing her entire massive cock. Her fingers dig into the chaie holding tight as she loses control to the pleasure you've unleashed. "Fuck."

Your head bopped up and down fast, gagging noise echoing as you deepthroated so her into your tight throat. Tears ran down your precious face, making her down wild, your mascara running down you rosy cheeks. Gripped her thighs, letting her fuck you face, her hips wildly thrusting, stomach tightening.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." Natasha's words become incoherent, babbling about how good it was, as she approaches her second orgasm. Natasha looked like she was going insane, body lifting of the chair, only to be met with restraints her loud whinpers and moans of pleasure, toes curling in her heavy combat boots, eyes rolled back, head thrown back, she panted like a dog in heat. It was sloppy and wet, cum and slavia dripping down your chin and all down her thighs.

Natasha's orgasm crashes over her, her body trembling as she releases all of her pent-up tension into your mouth. Her cock twitches and spurts, filling your throat with warm cum. You swallowed it like a good girl, not wasting a drop.

"Fuck, y/n." She whimpered. You let go off her soaked cock with loud pop. You came up and sat on her lap, getting the knife, and and cutting her restraints. You hugged her tightly. "See, I said you needed reminding."

"Yes, baby." She kissed your cheek, hugging you back.

"Natty." Your voice broke. "Mh, baby?" She mutter. "Please don't go again," she pulled away to look into your eyes, filled with vulnerability and weakness. Without her, you were lost, nothing, you need to be guided by her, only her.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, so so so sorry." She voiced love. "I won't ever again, promise." You kissed her deeply. She could tasted herself on your tongue.

"You are my good girl, forever." she smirked. You smiled down at her.

"I love you natty, so much," you said.

"Love you way more." She kissed you again, wrapping her arms tight around you.

She did, and she was sorry, so very sorry for hurting you, she promise to make it up to you. She would do anything for you, anything.

Comments would be appreciated <3333

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braidlottie · 5 months

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ribbons and bows.

pairing: dom!lottienat x virgin!sub!afab!reader

summary: a couple days before christmas, your partners let you open one of your presents early. the present was not what you expected.

warnings: smut, nsfw, 18+ (minors dni), dom!lottie, dom!nat, reader is 18+ and a virgin, vibrator, lottie bein sweet and nat bein a tease :3

word count: 658

lottie is the bold and nat is the italic

“keep your eyes closed.” you heard lottie’s voice from across the room. it was nearing christmas, and there were many presents under the tree but your partners wanted to open one early.

“now open.” you opened your eyes to see lottie holding a small, velvet black box in her hand, with a red ribbon around it, tied in a bow. “what is it?” you smiled excitedly, not even ready for what you were about to open.

“go for it,” nat smiles cheekily. “just pull off the ribbon.” you did so, opening the mysterious box to see a black, silicone object with a power button at the bottom. you looked up at your partners very confused, while they smiled at your innocence. “wha-” you cut yourself off.

“it’s a vibrator.” nat sat on the bed next to you. the name clicked, and you looked back at nat with that same little smirk on his face. he always talked about buying you one, and now you couldn’t believe you were holding one in your hand.

“would you like to try it out, sweetheart? y’know, just to see if you like it?” lottie’s voice was so convincing, and so gentle, it always sucked you into doing whatever she wanted. you looked up with big eyes and nodding, lottie’s smile growing bigger.

“sit back with natty, baby,” lottie took the toy out of your hands, while nat’s were pulling you into his lap. his hand rested right onto the waistband of your underwear, slowly inching closer and closer to your little button.

he already knew you were gonna cum quick from this, and being the sweet boyfriend he is, he wanted to hold you while you have your first orgasm.

“may i take these off, sweetheart?” lottie asked, referring to your underwear. with your nod, she pulled them off, almost like she was in a hurry. you whined when you felt the cold air of the room touch your clit, and snapped your legs shut. nat just hushed you gently, coaxing your legs back open, holding one thigh down while lottie held the other. the taller woman sat on the bed in front of the two of you, tsking at the sight she saw. “aww, poor baby. you didn’t even know how wet you were down here, hmm? i thought i would have to lube you up.” lottie spread your soaked lips apart.

she rubbed the head of the toy against your cunt, collecting all your slick, then turned the vibrator on the lowest speed, just letting you get a feel of it. she put it right against your clit and you let out a deep exhale, the buzzing getting louder once it came in contact with you.

“does that feel nice, angel?” lottie watched you in adoration as you arched your back and tossed your head at the feeling. “lottieee,” you cried, legs shaking from the overwhelming feeling. your stomach feeling so warm and fuzzy, and a burning sensation that grew stronger every second. “i know angel, feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“natty, my stomach,” your chest heaved, and nat grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb gently over your knuckles. “aww, looks like someone’s about to cum soon, huh lottie?” nat teased, hand sneakily reaching down to spread your lips father apart.

“you can let go, honey. don’t be shy.” lottie coaxed, watching your hand go over your mouth. nat pushed down on your lower stomach, practically forcing you to cum. he chuckled darkly when you let out a groan mixed with a cry, the pressure in your stomach finally releasing, lottie and nat watching in awe when you squirted against the buzzing toy. “such a good baby.” lottie put the vibe down, and you closed your legs, still whining from the sensitivity. “did you like it?”

you nodded hesitantly, a shy little smile curling to the side of your face. looks like the holidays going to be exciting this year.

#finalgirlmeeks fluffmas/kinkmas ‘23!#lottienat x reader #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews #nat scatorccio #natalie scatorccio #nat scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio smut #lottie matthews smut #natalie scatorccio smut #lottie x natalie #lottie x reader #nat x reader #lottie yellowjackets #nat yellowjackets

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chaotictasha · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes#127

Yelena: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Kate: Um...Neat.

*later*

Kate, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Y/n. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Y/n, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Kate. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Nat confessed their love for me?

Kate: Didn't you thank them?

Y/n: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I FUCKING THANKED THEM.

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fromabasementonthehilll · 9 months

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Hunted

͙⁺･༓☾ - Summary: Doomcoming had everyone in a ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ craze, it had you almost killed, until Natalie ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎found you.

Pairing: Natalie Scatorccio x fem!reader

Warnings: whatever the hell happened in ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‎‏‏‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎the doomcoming episode

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A light had sprung within everyone, it was as if everything had come back to life. They danced, laughed and talked as if the crash had never even happened. You also danced, with anybody you could find, flinging your arms around in the air and enjoying the moment without a care in the world, smelling the breeze of a new spring and hearing the trees move their leaves.

Natalie had leaned against a table, drinking from her cup with the alcohol all of you had made. She watched you, admiring you, how the flare of your short skirted dress waved around as you danced; how your body moved so beautifully, and how you would talk to everyone but her. Her limerence for you was aching, you were just too oblivious to notice.

Her eyes shadowed you and only you, eventually you had saw her and made your way towards her - almost skipping with joy.

"Hey Nat!" You settled down next to her, grabbing a cup to match her.

"You're having fun aren't you?" She smiled with wide eyes, pupils as big as comets.

"Well I'm tired now. I'm glad we did this, it's nice isn't it?" You said, titling your head.

She just nodded, taking another sip from her drink.

"You look really pretty, (y/n)" She said as you walked away, you gave her a glance with a smirk on your face - making your way back to the rest of the girls.

The sun had began to set, though everyone seemed to get even more excited. You rubbed your eyes as you stretched your neck, almost exhausted from all the stupid things you managed to do during the day.

You walked into the cabin, hazy vision scanning the room for everyone. You managed to land your eyes upon Lottie, who eyed you intensely, though you hadn't found Natalie yet. Wondering where she was, you came up to Lottie. "Do you know where Nat is? I looked around the cabin but I can't find her." Your eyes wandered around as you grew worried.

"Don't worry about her, (y/n)." Her voice almost seemed distracted as she stared into you.

"But what if something happened? I wouldn't want her to-"

"Let her be."

A slow shiver overtook your spine while your lips quivered, opening to speak, ignoring Lottie moving her body closer to yours.

"She doesn't matter anymore."

You'd finally looked back at her, a strange fear overcoming your face. Her look towards you was overwhelming, you became agitated; dizzy, a cold sinking feeling breathing into you.

Your discernment had sensed everyone surrounding you, no longer making time to think of Natalie and where she could of been, or what she could've been doing. Though your eyes gazed under Lottie, holding your breath as she screamed hunger.

Suddenly, you were pushed down onto a chair, fast hands sucked onto your bones, tearing off the dress you wore. They were esurient against you, breathing into you as they slid their starved hands all across your beating chest. You sunk into their craze, losing all control and looking side to side, covered in nonsensical adrenaline.

You had noticed the face of Shauna, her dark brown eyes being darker than usual as she wrapped her mouth against your neck like an animal. Her savory cast snapped you out of your state, a switch in your mind had completely changed the direction of your thought, now you had to survive.

When you saw the chance, you ran. You ran faster than you ever did before, a blank mind coming over you as an impending feeling bled into you - you were their prey. Their animalistic noises chased you, stalking your rushing steps as you fled through the nightmare and into the dark woods.

A falter of your legs had you backed into a corner, they had caught you. The hunt was over and the only choice you had was to surrender into their compulsion, but despite that - you fought against them, though eventually a weak feeling taking over you as they stood before you.

Lottie fixed a crown onto her head, a terror blinded you in a way you had never come to experience, she was stronger than you. They were stronger than you.

Lottie's words were blunt, heavy with her desire.

"Stop fighting."

You had been tied up to a wooden post, against your weak will, they had all the power now.

"You know what to do." She turned to Shauna.

Shauna crawled towards you with a knife against your neck, you were shaking shamelessly with your head slowly moving away from her threat. She hesitated, and you watched her change back into something that resembled the slightest of human emotion, though that was quickly broken by Lottie's interference.

"It's okay, it wants us to," A smirk almost patterning her ghastly face, you were a stroke away from being killed and the fact that none of them cared wasn't endearing to you at all. Your eyes were heavy, grazed with hurt and confusion, it was all too surreal.

Shauna fixed her hand onto the grip of the blade, as she backed it to gain momentum for her slash,

Your impotence was gnashing.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" A familiar tone shouted, voicing into Shauna and interrupting her. In the flash of a second you were saved, saved from being met with death from your own teammates, relief settled into you, finally taking a breath of air.

Natalie rushed over to you, taking you down from the post you had been tied to, "Are you okay??" Her words were spoken in between gasps for air, you stayed silent as you regained composure and control.

"You can't just have her, Lottie, you're sick," Natalie spit her words out in disgust watching Lottie laugh through your turmoil. "She belongs to me, not you." You hadn't heard Natalie say it, you hadn't heard any of it really, your mind was preoccupied with sweaty arms and legs; muffled voices was all you managed to hear through your unfocused state, all of it had been lasting for too long and you were drained.

"You can't have her all to yourself, Natalie,"

"It's in all of us you know, even her, even you." Lottie moved close to Natalie.

They all looked at the two of you, stares still hungry for your blood - and they wouldn't stop, the hunt was not over.

Natalie caught on, your dissonance had resulted in a lack of awareness, hence you were startled as she suddenly grabbed onto your hand and ran back into the dimly lit woods. They kept on chasing you, as if you were running from wild wolves; you could almost sense the foaming of their rabid mouths, as if seeing it up close wasn't enough.

Natalie dropped down behind a tree when she could no longer see the luminescence of the fire, dragging you down with her. Both of you were panting like dogs, you leant your head back onto the oak and closed your eyes in solace.

"(y/n)," She spoke, her breath calming itself. "What the fuck happened out there?"

You opened your eyes back up and looked towards Natalie, eyebrows whining at her.

"I don't know, they just," You found it hard to put into words, you didn't even get time to think while it all happened.

"They just came onto me, like they were possessed or something." The night got darker, wind soothed your red face and all that could be heard was the girls running the wrong direction, further away from you and Natalie. Your attention diverted back to her, away from the sound, as she kept looking at you, even more confused than yourself.

"What do you mean came onto you? Is that why your dress is ripped?" Her brows furrowed, you'd think she was almost mad the way she spoke.

"I was looking for you and then they were all over me, so I ran. God it was fucking terrifying, Nat." Your thoughts were faster than your mouth, and you still couldn't think of how to describe it to her.

"You were looking for me?"

Natalie's expression had melted quietly, you couldn't see the anger and confusion in her anymore, like something had shifted.

"Of course, I was worried about you, you had just disappeared." You shivered slightly as a gust of wind caressed the tear in your dress.

"Here, have this." Natalie took her jacket off, shuffling closer to put it over you. You uncrossed your arms and helped her wrap it around your shoulders, "Thanks, Nat." You became warmer and smiled at her, pupils growing into her gaze as your eyes softened.

"That's so fucked up, (y/n)." Silence was broken as she spoke, slight worry still trailing in her lips.

"I know, It's like they were hungry for me. I mean I get it, we're basically fucked out here and everyone's losing their minds, but they almost killed me." Your vision was averted to the floor, questioning yourself as you spoke - trying to figure right from wrong.

You ultimately turned to Natalie, who never took her eyes off of you. "It's okay, you're safe with me (y/n)." She whispered, her sleepy hand resting on top of your legs.

You played with your fingers, smiling and looking back down as you sensed Natalie bear down on you through your peripheral, she moved slowly, keeping track of your expression. You met her eyes, illuminated by the moon that hung over you, and the stars that shined just for the two of you.

She gently raised her hand to meet your face, lowering her regard to your lips and back to your eyes, where your eyebrows raised like a hurt puppy, knees to your chest.

"That dress looked gorgeous on you, by the way."

Your cheeks flustered. She tucked a piece of loose hair behind your ear before leaning into you, softly meeting her lips with yours. She tasted like berries and alcohol, your lips moving in sync. The breeze was soft, and you were gasping for air, grazing her beautiful moonlit face with your desperate eyes before falling further in.

You spent the rest of the night sleeping in the woods, gazing intently at the stars that appeared throughout the night, holding onto each other for the warmth that left with the day, your head resting on her chest.

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