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Calling On You

Wanda Maximoff × Natasha Romanoff x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: When your ex Natasha calls up needing your help, you come to her rescue like you always have.

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, anxiety/panic attacks, hurt and comfort, thigh riding, N calls R Mistress, R fingers N

A/N: I love this little piece. Also should mention this is hurt/comfort and smutty with a happy ending!

“Hey I know we haven't talked since we broke up, but I'm having a breakdown and I didn't know who else to call…” Nat talked into the phone, the answering machine. “I-” Nat was cut off by the answering machine beeping as she hung up, “I need you…”

Nat wasn't okay when her head got like this. When everything was quiet except for her thoughts that were overwhelmingly loud about how terrible she was for everything she had done over the years. All the red in her ledger was overwhelming. Natasha Romanoff is not a good person no matter how many good things she had done.

Natasha too wrapped up in her overwhelming thoughts didn't hear you come in as you ran up to her, dropping your bag and cupping the former assassin's cheeks.

Clearly in the middle of a major depressive episode, her eyes searching yours trying to figure out if you were in fact real.

“...you came…” Natasha whispered.

“You called.” It was a simple response, but one that resonated with Natasha as you pulled back slightly, opening up your arms for her to come crashing into. “I've got you Tasha. I'm not going to let anyone or anything hurt you, including yourself.” Natasha started crying, heaving sobs as she tried to breath properly. “Shhhh it's okay. I'm here. Can you tell me 5 things you can see?” Natasha still sobbing looked around.

“My bookshelf, my TV, your bag, my peanut butter sandwich, you.”

“4 things you can touch?”

“The floor, my shirt, the curtains, you.”

“3 things you can hear?”

“The cars outside, the neighbors TV, your breathing.”

“Two things you can smell?”

“My peanut butter sandwich, your perfume.” Natasha was nervous. The last one you were about to ask Natasha had only ever had one response and you could tell she wasn't sure if it would be okay now.

“One thing you can taste?” Natasha let her eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. You cupped her cheek letting your thumb pad rub her cheek.

“Y-you?” Natasha questioned, but to you it wasn't; it never would be. You leaned in and kissed your ex softly, your strawberry lip gloss getting transferred onto her own dry and cracked lips. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against Natasha's.

“Feel better?” You ask and Tasha nods. “Good now I know exactly what you need.” You stood up, helping Natasha up and putting her back in front of her peanut butter sandwich. “Eat please. I'm going to get everything together.” You kissed her temple before disappearing into the other room.

Tasha did as told and ate. She heard you shuffling around and then the scent hit her, popcorn, a smile spread on her face. Suddenly she knew what you were doing, a movie night.

The two of you were on the couch watching spy movies, Natasha’s favorites as she recited them word for word during her favorite parts which you always loved to hear. A smile on your lips as you watched her intently. Natasha knew you were watching her, of course she did. She's a trained assassin and spy, but having your eyes on her was always her favorite.

You don’t remember when it happened exactly, but Natasha was now laying on top of you with a blanket covering the two of you on her couch. John Wick forgotten in the background as your eyes closed along with her, running your fingers through her red and blonde locks.

When the two of you broke up her hair was short and dyed blonde for a new identity she had taken on. One you couldn’t be a part of, that was now two years ago.

Natasha never decided to cut or re-dye the blonde, but if you were being honest this was one of your favorite looks that the spy has pulled off.

Natasha ends up falling asleep on you and slowly you move until she’s grumbling, straddling your lap as you smile, “Shhhh milaya devushka.” (sweet girl) you coo as she settles into your body, fitting perfectly like she always did, face buried in your neck. You hook your arms under her thighs, picking her up easily thanks to your super-human strength.

Flashback

The first time you picked up Natasha she was surprised because you're smaller than her, much smaller. It was something that took her off guard when in the middle of a mission and you guys were ambushed, bullets flying you rushed to her side when one pierced her, picking her up without a second thought, holding her bridal style and yelling over the coms, “Natasha’s been hit, I’m getting her to safety!” Steve gave a quick reply that he could handle things.

You hadn’t been with the group long at that point and at that point besides Fury and Tony no one knew the full extent of your powers. You had told the group of having a stockpile power. The more you got hit the more you could dish back out, but you also had super strength, a speed boost, and super durability along with advanced healing.

“H-how are you doing this!?” Natasha asked as you ran quickly, dodging bullets and knocking out enemies along the way.

“I have super strength, speed, durability, and healing. Can we discuss this after I’ve gotten you to a safe place?” You ask, getting her in the passenger seat of a car, getting yourself into the driver's seat and peeling off.

“Fury. Agent Romanoff has been hit. En route to S.H.I.E.L.D’s hospital.”

“Is Cap and Falcon holding it down?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Update me in an hour.”

You did just that as you sat next to Natasha, they pulled the bullet out and stitched her up. “Tasha, you have to be more careful...” you spoke somberly.

“I do what needs to get done for the mission.” She replies.

“Don’t do that with me Tasha. Don’t go cold.”

“You know I’m not trying to be cold, but this is who I am. On missions I only think about that.” Natasha defends herself.

“Tasha...I love you so can you at least try?” The words catch her off guard so much so that she can’t even form words. You put your hand behind her neck leaning your foreheads together. “Please for me Tasha.” you whisper.

“O-okay...” You let your lips brush hers, waiting for her to reciprocate and when she does you melt into the kiss, into her.

End Flashback

You watched Natasha for a few moments, breathing evened out, lips slightly parted. Your attention is pulled away as your phone vibrates in your pocket, it's your girlfriend. You slip back out to the living room trying not to disturb her, but Natasha is a light sleeper.

"Hey, Wands. Sorry I rushed out the door earlier," You apologized, trying to keep your voice low.

"Where did you run off to?" Wanda inquired, her concern evident in her tone.

"Tasha called me," You admitted, knowing that honesty was the foundation of your relationship.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Wanda spoke again. "She hasn't called you since you two broke up. What happened?"

You sighed, explaining the situation to Wanda. "She was having a really bad night. She needed some grounding."

"Will you be coming home tonight?" Wanda asked, her concern shifting to the practicalities of our shared life.

"I don't think so," You replied honestly.

It was quiet for a moment before you decided to be completely transparent. "Wands, I'm going to be honest with you. Natasha and I kissed. It was always a part of grounding her back, and you should know that because I'd never lie to you."

Wanda absorbed the information, and after a thoughtful pause, she asked, "Do you think anything else is going to happen?"

"I don't think so. She's sleeping now. We just had a movie night, watched her spy movies, a little bit of cuddling, but she was tired from her panic attack," you explained.

"Well, if anything does, you have permission," Wanda granted, her trust in our relationship evident.

"You're so cute, Wands. I know you'd want to be here for that," you teased, feeling the warmth of your connection even through the phone.

"S-shut up, Y/N/N. Just enjoy the rest of your night. I'm gonna see what Carol and Val are up to tonight," Wanda chuckled.

"Okay, pretty girl. You have fun too, okay?" You told her.

"Of course. Whatever I end up doing is going to be fun. I love you, Detka," Wanda declared affectionately.

"I love you too, querida,(dear)" you replied before hanging up.

With a Gatorade in hand, you made your way back to Natasha's room, choosing an old shirt of hers from the closet. The shirt was large on you, but you loved the comfort it brought. Opting to go without pants, you crawled into bed, wrapping your arms around Natasha.

She stirred, her eyes meeting your own in the dim light. "I thought you were asleep, meu amor," you whispered, pushing some hair out of her face and cupping her cheek.

You saw a shiver run through her, and a smile played on your lips as you settled in for the night, grateful for the warmth and connection that surrounded the two of you.

"You're still here..." Tasha whispered, barely audible.

"Yeah, of course. Wanda called because of how quickly I left the house earlier. She's going to go have some fun with Carol and Val," you explained softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Natasha's face.

Her emerald eyes searched yours, a hint of vulnerability lurking behind their depths. "What about you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you tightened your hold around her, drawing her closer to you. "I am going to stay right here," you replied, your voice low and reassuring. "And take care of you. Whatever that entails."

You felt her body relax against your own, her warmth seeping into your skin as she nestled closer. But you needed to hear it from her, to know that she wanted this as much as you did.

"So tell me, using those big girl words of yours, what is it you want out of this?" You asked, your voice deepening with desire. You knew the effect your voice had on her. It was a connection that transcended any physical touch, an enchantment that bound the two of you together in a dance of desire and longing.

"What can we do?" Natasha ask. A mischievous grin played on your lips as I watched Natasha's reaction, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at your teasing words.

"Anything, sweetie," You reiterated, your voice low and suggestive. "When I say Wanda's going out with them, I mean it in the dirtiest way that little brain of yours can imagine. Go on, imagine it. I love thinking about it."

You leaned in closer, your breath brushing against her skin as you whispered into her ear, relishing in the way her body squirmed against yours in response to your words. The anticipation crackled between the two of you, igniting a fire that burned with desire and longing.

Natasha's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and arousal, her mind undoubtedly conjuring up all sorts of illicit fantasies. And as her blush deepened and her breath quickened, you knew that whatever you two decided to do next would be nothing short of exhilarating.

"You wanna know something?" You continued, relishing in the way her body responded to your touch. She nodded eagerly, her lips still caught between her teeth.

"There have been times where Wanda's gone off with Carol and them fucking?" You murmured, watching her reaction with a predatory gleam in your eyes. "It's like two universes clashing, their powers coming undone from each other. It's such a beautiful sight. Val and I love watching them collide like two stars."

As you spoke, Natasha's hips began to move against your leg, seeking friction and release. You smirked, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through you as you continued to explore her body with your hands, each touch reigniting the passion that had always simmered between you two.

"That's a good girl," you whispered, encouraging her to let her fantasies run wild. "Keep thinking about it."

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you surrendered to the heat of the moment, losing yourself in the sensation of her body against your own. It felt as though no time had passed since you last shared this intimacy, your connection burning brighter than ever before. And as your desires collided like celestial bodies in the night sky, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memory forever.

The intoxicating sounds of pleasure that escaped Natasha's lips only fueled your desire further, igniting a primal hunger within you that demanded to be sated. The knowledge that you had the infamous Black Widow submitting to you, surrendering herself completely, filled you with a sense of power unlike anything else.

With a firm grip on her hip, you let your nails dig into her skin, relishing in the way she responded with a soft mewl of pleasure. "Keep moving your hips, baby," you encouraged, guiding her movements against your leg. "Just like that. I can feel you all over me. Is that from thinking about Wanda and Carol?" you teased, your smirk evident in your voice.

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to form a coherent response, her body moving against yours in a rhythm that spoke volumes. But you wouldn't let her off that easily.

"That's not a proper response, sweetie," you chided lightly, your grip on her hip tightening slightly. "What's my name?"

Her hesitation was palpable, but her body continued to move against yours until you intervened, halting her movements with a firm grip. "Answer me," you demanded, your voice laced with authority. "Otherwise, I can leave you like this."

Her eyes snapped open, pupils dilated with desire and anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

A smirk played on your lips as you leaned in, brushing your lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. "Good girl," you whispered against her lips before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss, your bodies moving together in perfect synchrony.

The sensation of Natasha's body writhing beneath you, her soft moans and desperate pleas echoing in the air, fueled the fire burning within you. With a wicked smile, you continued to dig your nails into her skin, guiding her hips as she rolled against you, her arousal evident in the slickness between her thighs.

"Mmmm, Mistress...need..." she murmured, her voice laced with desire as she surrendered herself to the depths of subspace.

"What do you need, baby girl?" You whispered against her neck, your lips trailing kisses along her skin as you savored the taste of her.

"Need you. Inside. Please, Mistress!" Natasha begged, her desperation palpable as she sought release from the tormenting pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Her words sent a surge of arousal coursing through you, your desire for her growing with each passing moment. With a predatory gleam in your eyes, you withdrew your fingers from her hips and slid them past the waistband of her shorts, reveling in the feeling of her wetness coating your skin.

"Gods, you're soaked, krasivaya devushka,(pretty girl)" you whispered, your voice husky with desire as you teased her folds with feather-light touches. "Tell me, what made you like this?"

Natasha's breath hitched as your fingers danced along her sensitive flesh, eliciting a chorus of gasps and moans from her lips. "Th-thinking about... ah... Wands... and Captain..." she managed to stutter out, her words punctuated by soft gasps of pleasure.

"Good girl," you murmured, your voice thick with lust as you continued to tease her, your fingers delving deeper and deeper until she was on the brink of ecstasy. "Keep thinking about it while I stick my fingers in and make you see stars."

With that, you plunged your fingers inside her, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that sent her spiraling into the depths of bliss. And as she cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling against yours, you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and desire.

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As you scrambled to cover yourselves at the sound of the front door opening, Wanda walked into Natasha's bedroom with three coffees in hand, a smirk playing on her lips at the sight of us.

"Good morning. Did you two sleep well? Because I was kept up all night," Wanda teased, unfazed by your half-naked state.

She leaned in to give you a kiss, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "Did you even brush your teeth, you heathen? I can still taste her on you!" You called her out, earning a smirk in response.

"I know you love her taste," Wanda retorted playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Turning to Natasha, you asked if she had any spare toothbrushes, and she directed you to the medicine cabinet. You grabbed the coffees from Wanda, urging her to leave with a playful swat to her backside.

"Go. Now," You commanded, smirking as she yelped in surprise.

"Aww, still sore?" You teased, giving her ass another playful smack before pushing her forward. You could tell that despite her attempts to hide it, Wanda was finding it difficult to walk normally after her own night of passion.

As Wanda made her way out of the bedroom, you turned back to Natasha, a smile playing on your lips as you realized just how lucky you were to have both of these incredible women in your life.

"Do you deal with that everyday?" Natasha asks seeing how cheerful Wanda was in the morning and knowing full well you was never a morning person.

"Yeah, I deal with that every day," You replied to Natasha's question, observing Wanda's cheerful demeanor in the morning. "But I can tell she had a good time, so it's worth it."

Taking a sip of your lavender oat milk latte, you let out a content hum. "And when she comes home with coffee and breakfast from my favorite place, how can I be upset in the morning?"

Natasha took a sip from her coffee, realizing it was her go-to order. "Did you tell her...?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"Actually, I told her once, two years ago," You explained, recalling the incident. "I was getting us drinks and accidentally ordered yours out of habit for Wanda, and ended up with an extra drink."

"And she remembered?" Natasha inquired, surprised by Wanda's attention to detail.

"I guess so. It's never been brought up again," you replied with a shrug, impressed by Wanda's ability to remember such small details.

As you finished your conversation about Wanda's thoughtfulness, she made her way back into the bedroom, joining you two on the bed with breakfast in hand.

"I do have breakfast if either of you are up for it," she offered, looking between the two of you with a smile.

"Thank you, babe. You're always so attentive," you praised, watching as Wanda did a cute little wiggle, scrunching up her nose in response. I could see the smile it brought to Natasha's face, and my heart swelled with love for both of them.

"Is this what it would be like? This easy?" Natasha spoke quietly, grabbing a piece of turkey bacon.

"What do you mean, meu amor?" You asked, taking a bite of your bagel.

"This. Us. All three of us. This just feels so easy, like falling into a comfortable bed or couch after a long day," Natasha explained, her words carrying a hint of wonder.

You looked at Wanda and smiled, tilting your head, silently encouraging her to share her thoughts.

'Go on,' you spoke to Wanda telepathically.

"Natasha, this can be whatever you want," Wanda began, her voice soothing and reassuring. "Y/N and I are together, but we would both love to have you join us. If you want that. But you can always just be with Y/N, or you don't even have to define it as a relationship. You can just come and go as you please, and we'll always be willing to let you join in our fun, whether that be one or both of us."

Wanda's words held a comforting warmth, a sense of safety that enveloped Natasha like a protective embrace. Her ability to convey reassurance was remarkable, and you could see the impact it had on Natasha, who seemed to be considering the possibilities laid out before her.

As Wanda spoke, her words filled the room with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. Your heart swelled with emotion as she confessed her feelings for both Natasha and you, recounting the cherished memories you shared during our movie nights and bonding moments.

"But what I'm trying to say, really, is through the little moments the three of us used to share, I ended up falling for both of you," Wanda continued, her accent thickening with emotion. You couldn't help but feel a lump form in your throat as she spoke.

"When Y/N told me about why you two broke up and how she still had feelings, I ended up spilling my own to her about you as well," Wanda confessed, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. "We talked it over for a long time and decided you would be the only actual fit to keep in our dynamic because we already had it before."

As Natasha set down her breakfast, wiping her hands on the sweatpants the two of you had managed to grab for her, her expression was a mix of surprise and tentative hope.

"I... I would... I'd like that... the three of us again," Natasha managed to say, her voice filled with emotion.

Without hesitation, Wanda and you both moved to entangle yourselves with Natasha, enveloping her in a tight embrace. In that moment, it felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders, and you knew that together, the three of you could navigate whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Eu amo vocês dois,(I love you both)" you mumbled against Natasha's shoulder, feeling the weight of your shared love in the air.

"Я тоже тебя люблю,(I love you too)" both Natasha and Wanda responded simultaneously, their voices filled with affection and warmth.

"I already have both of you conditioned so well. My good little baby," you remarked with a playful smirk, cupping Natasha's cheek tenderly before turning to Wanda and doing the same. "And my good little pet."

You leaned in to kiss Wanda's lips first, savoring the softness and warmth before turning to Natasha and pressing your lips against hers. In that moment, surrounded by the love of these two incredible women, you felt a sense of completeness wash over your body.

"My two beautiful girls. Mine, all mine," you whispered, sealing your bond with a promise of love and devotion. And as you embraced each other, you knew that together, the three of you were unstoppable.

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waltermis · 7 months

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Imagine You Joining The Avengers And Natasha Having A Huge Crush On You

MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Summary: Basically the title 🤪

Warnings: swearing, implied sex

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EARLY STAGES

- When you first join the avengers, Natasha would be apprehensive around you

- You think that it's because you're the new girl

- You try to be as nice as possible to her

- Leaving her a protein shake after her workouts

- Making sure that her peanut butter sandwiches didn't have any crusts

- and that every single part of the bread was smeared with peanut butter

- Bringing her favorite snacks & drinks to her door when she had a huge workload

- You didn't know why you wanted to do those things

- but you saw how her eyes lit up whenever she found something you left for her

- and it made you feel happy

- Whenever you smiled at her, Natasha could feel her entire body heat up as she blushed bright red

- The team OBVIOUSLY took note of that and would tease her constantly

- One very terrible teasing session caused someone from the team to go the med bay

- Not gonna name who...

- *cough* Tony *cough*

- It was after a huge party that Tony threw did Natasha finally open up to you

- You had inadvertently saved her from a very drunk and extremely creepy douchebag who couldn't take no for an answer

- After you pulled her away, the two of you stayed at the bar while you threw every pick up line imaginable at her

- and each time, she would throw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut as she laughed

- "Excuse me.... But did you come from the vending machine? 'Cause you are a snack!" ~Y/N

- "Oh god! That's terrible!!" ~ Nat

- "Right?! I don't get how guys think that'll work?!" ~Y/N

- "Did you just come out of the oven? 'Cause you're hot!" ~Y/N

- *gagging noises* ~ Nat

- "You're definitely on my To-Do list tonight..." ~Y/N

- "Ew..... Do another one..." ~ Nat

- and by the end of the night, the two of you were wheezing al the laughing

- After that, the two of you became attached to the hip

- Whenever someone from the team couldn't find you, they would look for Natasha and vice versa

- One time, Steve had found both you and Nat hanging upside down from a tree while you taught her how to play 'Patty Cake'

- Another time, Wanda found the two of you reading each other's' favorite stories just so you could fully understand what the other was talking about

REALIZING

- It wasn't until much later on in your friendship –8 months– with Natasha, did she finally understand why her heart would beat faster whenever you were in the same room as her

- Or why she felt angry whenever you went out with someone that wasn't her

- Or why sometimes she would have to physically restrain herself from wanting to kiss your pout when she rejected watching a rom-com

- It finally dawned on her after she spoke with Clint

- *cough* more like Clint slapped some sense into her *cough*

- "Clint! I think I might be sick..." ~ Nat

- "What?! Why?" ~ Clint

- "I dunno... My stomach gets twisted into knots and my heart beats really fast sometimes..." ~ Nat

- "Lemme ask you, does this all happen when Y/N is around?" ~ Clint

- "Yeah why? *gasp* You don't think she's drugging me do you?!" ~ Nat

- "N-no... I don't think that our sweet little avenger would be drugging you...." ~ Clint

- "Then what is it??!!?!" ~ Nat

- "How are you such a good spy and yet so oblivious and naïve when it comes to feelings?" ~ Clint

- "Wha-?" ~ Nat

- "You have a crush on N/N, dumb dumb!!!" ~ Clint

- "What?! No I don't!!" ~ Nat

- "You said that she had the breasts of a Greek goddess!" ~ Clint

- "What!? When???"

*flashback*

- When the team first began discussing whether they should accept you into the avengers or not

- Natasha may have let something slip

- "C'mon!! She can't join us!!!" ~ Tony

- "Why not, Tony?" ~ Steve

- "Are you kidding me?! That woman has the nose of a bloodhound!" ~ Tony

- "And the breasts of a Greek goddess..." ~ Nat

- "...Nat...?" ~ Clint *end flashback*

- "Oh my god!!" ~ Nat

AVOIDANCE

- After finding out, Natasha avoids you as much as she can

- You're confused thinking you did something wrong

- Every time you would enter a room, Natasha would flee immediately

- the only thing convincing you that you didn't imagine her would whatever she had left behind when fleeing

CONFRONTATION

- It took weeks before you were able to corner Natasha

- She had been taking a shower when you quite literally barged into her bathroom

- You didn't care anymore

- You had waited long enough

- You pushed her against the wall, still fully clothed questioning her

- "Why are you avoiding me?!" ~Y/N

- "W-what the fuck are you doing in here?!?! I'm taking a shower!" ~ Nat

- "Well, you have been avoiding me for practically 2 months now!!! I wanna know what I did wrong!!" ~Y/N

- "You mean besides coming here while I'm showering?!?!" ~ Nat

- "Nat please! I miss cuddling together under a fort we made during movie nights!! I miss 3am baking!! I miss complaining about every dumb move the Kardashians make! I miss our friendship!" ~Y/N

- "That's just it!! I don't want to be just friends!!" ~ Nat

- "W-what?" ~Y/N

- "I lo- like you!!! A lot... and I can't stand being just friends with you!!!" ~ Nat

- "I love you too, Nat...." ~Y/N

- "You do...?" ~ Nat

- She would have the most vulnerable look in her eyes

- her eyes would be glassy with tears as her bottom lip trembled slightly

- "Yeah... I was terrified that I was the only one..." ~Y/N

- You would lean in slightly when you'd stop

- "Can I kiss you?" ~Y/N

- "Yeah..." ~ Nat

- Consent = 🥵🥵

- The two of you would spend hours in the shower...

- 😉😉😏😏

AFTERMATH

- Natasha would be the best girlfriend

- Peppering your face with kisses every morning to wake you up

- Bringing you, your favorite flowers whenever you two had a date

- which was every week

- Reading you stories like 'Little Women' when you couldn't sleep

- Her calling you Russian pet names will never fail to make you blush

- "Morning, moya lyubov'! Did you sleep well?" ~ Nat

- "Thank you, detka!" ~ Nat

- "Ya tebya lyublyu, dorogoy..." ~ Nat

- And in turn you were just as good as a girlfriend to her

- Comforting her whenever she would have a nightmare about her past

- Sitting next to her in the shower, the both of you fully clothed, when a mission goes sideways and agents had died

- "It's all my fault..." ~ Nat

- "No it's not" ~Y/N

- "It is!! I was in charge! And I let them die..." ~ Nat

- "Babe, you did everything you could. The intel you got from the mission was clearly altered and it was a trap! You brought back as many people as you could and you saved over 20 kids from getting trafficked! That's a huge win. And yeah, it sucks that agents died, but I know that they would be proud that they sacrificed their lives so that those kids will have a better life! You're not gonna feel better sitting here feeling sorry, you have to honor what those agents did and thank them." ~Y/N

- "I love you so much, detka. Thank you for being here." ~ Nat

- "'Course... where else would I be? And I love you so much too." ~Y/N

- Reassuring her that she had wiped her ledger squeaky clean

- Of course she still had her moments of doubt but you were always there guiding her through it

- Learning Russian so the two of you could have full on conversations without the team understanding a single word

MEETING THE WIDOW FAM

- Meeting Yelena for the first and getting along amazingly

- the two of you would be working together to prank everybody

- like one time, the two of you painted all of Tony's Iron Man suits Captain America colors

- Or another time where you wrapped Sam's room in saran wrap

- took him nearly 4 hours just to cut through everything you guys wrapped

- When you met Melina and Alexei, the two were cautious around you

- but they soon opened up to you when they realized that you weren't gonna harm them

- Exchanging recipes with Melina

- Drinking contests with Alexei which left you drunk as hell and regretting your life decision the next morning

- It was safe to say that Natasha was head over heels for you

- and you for her

- And that was all that mattered to anybody

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romanoffshouse · 8 months

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Dating Natasha Romanoff would include:

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

At the beginning of your relationship, you went on many dates.

After a while you two got closer and closer

You spend a lot of time together.

Movie nights

Cooking together, even tough she’s not the best cook.

Going to a fancy restaurant

Nat cares so deeply for you

You’re always there for each other.

She loves you so much.

Natasha, making you braids.

Taking you on a ride on her motorcycle

She loves seeing you wearing one of her helmets.

Being friends with the other avengers

Cuddling in bed

Natasha calling you Russian petnames

Eating peanut butter sandwiches

Spending late nights out

Nat wearing your clothes.

Natasha would teach you archery.

Natasha speaking Russian when she gets tired cause it’s easier on her tired brain.

You would learn Russian for her.

Having lots of fun together

Waiting of her to come back from a mission.

Natasha, giving you comfort.

Adopting a cat together and naming it Liho

Natasha gets very protective over you.

Being worried about Natasha when she is on a mission.

She always tries to hold your hand when she gets the chance.

Holding hands under tables and under blankets.

She loves playing with your hair and giving you back rubs.

She cuddles up to you during movie nights.

Natasha is there for you when you’re not feeling well.

You are so glad to have each other.

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b1ackoutartist · 3 months

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Culinary troubles

Y/N pushed the door open, her keys jingling as she tossed them onto the small table by the entrance. The familiar comfort of home embraced her, but something was amiss. A peculiar scent wafted through the air, one that didn't quite belong in the cozy apartment she shared with Natasha.

"Nat?" Y/N called out, her voice laced with curiosity. She hung her coat and ventured further inside, the smell growing stronger, oddly reminiscent of... charred food?

In the kitchen, she found Natasha Romanoff, her girlfriend in both life and love, standing amidst a culinary catastrophe. The stove was a mess, pots and pans lay abandoned, and in the midst of it all, Natasha looked both sheepish and slightly amused.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Nat, what happened here? It looks like a war zone."

Natasha turned, her green eyes twinkling with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "I may have underestimated the complexity of cooking noodles."

"Cooking...noodles?" Y/N echoed incredulously, stepping closer.

"How do you burn noodles?"

"It's a talent," Natasha replied dryly, gesturing towards a pot that contained what used to be pasta, now an unrecognizable charred mass.Y/N peered into the pot, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"This was pasta? Really, Nat, I thought you were a master of all trades."

"I'm a master spy, not a master chef," Natasha countered, her lips curving into a smile.

Y/N leaned against the counter, her amusement clear. "I see that now. So, what was the plan? Romantic dinner?"

Natasha sighed, leaning back against the opposite counter, facing Y/N. "I wanted to surprise you. You've been working so hard lately, and I thought a nice dinner might be... well, nice."

Y/N's heart warmed at the sentiment. She crossed the kitchen, taking Natasha's hands in hers. "It's the thought that counts, right? But maybe next time, we stick to something you can't burn."

"Like what? Peanut butter and jelly sandiwches?" Natasha teased.

"Exactly. PJ sandwiches are safe. PJ sandwiches are our friends," Y/N joked, pulling Natasha into a hug.

Natasha wrapped her arms around Y/N, resting her head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry about the mess. And the lack of dinner."

"Don't be," Y/N reassured her. "This is going to be a great story to tell. 'The day Natasha Romanoff burned water.'"

Natasha chuckled, the sound muffled against Y/N's shoulder. "I'll never live this down, will I?"

"Not a chance," Y/N grinned, pulling back to look into Natasha's eyes. "But that's okay. It's these little moments that make life with you so interesting."

#Not gonna lie my friend actually managed to do that #Idk how tho it was... Interesting #Anyways #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel #black widow #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov #OK byeeeeee

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natspookie · 10 months

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Nat x spidey-powers!reader (romantic or platonic up to you)

Got a couple ideas involving reader who is pretty happy just being a hero around NYC instead of an avenger going on big missions:

* Reader botches a stealthy takedown of some robbers in NYC. Gets a little roughed up (minor bruises and scrapes). Then asks Nat for lessons in "how to stealth"

* 4 times reader fails to sneak up on Nat. And the 1 time they succeed.

* Reader getting in over their head with something big happening in NYC and calls Nat for backup

Love your work! No worries if you don't vibe with any of these ideas. I just saw that you were looking for more. Thank you so much for sharing what you write:)

a/n, whennnn i tell you i grinned ear to ear at having a request heheeheh, thank you anon<333

i hope you don’t mind i mixed these requests a bit and write it in fem!reader ? if you want a gender neutral one lmk!!!

★ summary : 4 times reader fails to sneak up on natasha and the one time she does

you tried to sneak up on natasha by tiptoeing your way through the compound. you smiled seeing natasha’s back faced to you in the middle of the kitchen, making her famous peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“i heard you tiptoe from the entrance” you could hear her smirking “nattie!” you groaned, making your footsteps known and louder now. “try harder” she handed you a sandwich.

natasha is seated in the middle of your shared apartment with a glass of wine in her hand when she was flipping through the tv channels. you open the balcony door a little, squeezing through, when you hear natasha

“i heard your webs get tangled in the tree, dekta” “nattttt” you whined, sitting on her lap as you tucked your face into her neck. “try quieter” she mumbled with a laugh

“third time’s a charm” you mumbled trying to use your spidey senses to hear natasha walk through the hallway. you heard her pause before entering the library of the compound, where you were. you held your breath but she opened the door, clearly unsurprised you were hear.

“i heard you hold your breath” “natasha! why can’t you stop being a super spy for a second! i have the super senses” you whined “what’s the fun in that, spidey?” she laughed, shaking her head

you had come home too late when you tiptoed into you and natasha’s shared room, taking your mask off, wincing at the nasty scratch on your forehead.

“dekta?” natasha sat up with a frown, turning the lamp on “sorry nat, these guys were kinda tough” you laughed as you peeled the suit off “ow ow ow” you said as natasha tried to help “sorry” she muttered

you watched as natasha got out her first aid kid “take a shower will ya? i’ll clean it up after” you nodded, tiredly.

when you got out of the shower, natasha had laid out her pajamas for you.

you walked out of the bathroom ready to hear a handful from natasha. she patted your side of the bed and so you sat there. natasha disinfected the wounds carefully as you bit your lip. “dekta you need to be more careful, i’m serious. look at this…” she pointed to the open wound on your leg “this could get infected”

“i really tried to he careful nat” you said, teary eyed “you can always call me if you need backup okay?” she cupped your face, carefully leaning against your forehead as you nodded.

natasha sighs from the balcony of your shared apartment, watching the sunset. she wished you came back from all your ‘good neighborhood friend’ work. she mostly wished you didn’t forget it was your 1 year anniversary.

she twirled her hair around, leaning her head at the palm of her hand in hopes of catching a glimpse of you swinging through the city. just when she lost all hope, a loud squeal left her mouth as you swooped her body securely and swung through the city.

“Y/N DON’T DROP ME!” she squeezed her eyes shut as you swung through the city that never sleeps. “shh, you’ll be fine nattie, i’ve got you” you squeezed her thrice before landing on top of a building overlooking the brookyln bridge with spiderwebs saying ‘i love you’.

“i thought you forgot” natasha looked at the bridge in awe before turning around to see all her favorite food on a picnic blanket. “i should be hurt but i’ll let you go this once” you winked

“happy anniversary, my spider” natasha placed herself on your lap “happy anniversary nattie, i finally snuck up on you” “don’t gloat” she nudged your shoulder

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #spider verse

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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Cookie Jar

Warnings: g!p Nat, oral (Nat receiving), Fingering (r receiving), soft!dom Nat

Words: 1,753

A/N: Hi my darlings! Wrote this little thing, felt like writing some fluffy smut, hope you like it!

(Also Alex's dialog isn't a typo, he's like 3 and can't talk properly, set a bit after AOU)

Don't forget to drink water, sleep and eat well my loves! <3

You woke up to the sunlight, blinding your eyes in the early morning. Your wife's muscular arms wrapped tightly around your body. You groan, tossing and turning as you try to get out of her hold. “Where do you think you're going detka?” she mumbles out, whispering into your ear.

You smile, “Natty the kids are gonna be up soon..” she places a light kiss on your neck, “It won't take too long baby.” you sigh, “You're lucky I love you.” you say, sliding your hand in between both of your bodies.

Slipping a hand into her boxers, you grasp onto her hardened cock. “Fuck—” you smile, moving your body down to her crotch. You look up at her from your position, lazily jerking her off. “Mmh.. kotenok you're doing so– so good, fucking hell!”

Her hips bucked up as you run your palms up and down her dick, “'m gonna fucking cum all over that pretty face of yours detka..” she lets out a moan, when you rub her tip with your thumb.

Not too soon after, thick ropes of cum shoots up, painting your face. “Natasha— I have to go clean up now.. thanks a lot.” she chuckles, looking at your messed up face, “You're welcome moya lyubov, happy anniversary.” she winks, you roll your eyes.

You get up from the bed, making your way to the bathroom when, “Mommyyy! Mama!!” a knock on your door from your eldest. You whisper out a swear, “Yeah sweetie! Yup– mommy will be right out.” you yell out, glaring at your wife when you hear her snicker.

You get out of the bedroom, widening your eyes in shock, “Alex! Why did you put— How did you put your little sister on top of the counter, I told you that she'd get hurt Alex.” you scold the toddler, picking up the baby.

“Sowwy mommy..” he looks down at the floor, sadly. Natasha walks into the kitchen, “Y/N, have you been yelling at our son?” she ruffles his hair, and he lets out a little laugh.

You huff, “He put Aliana on top of the counter again.” the red-head glances at the baby, back to your son. “You did what?” he cackles, running off to the living room.

“Alex! I– whatever. Nat he got this from you.” you say, adjusting the baby to your hip. “What? I never did that with Yelena when we were kids.. I think.” you laugh softly, kissing the corner of her mouth. “What do you want for breakfast Tasha?” she looks at you, “I can make it.” you scoff, walking to the pantry. “You are gonna burn the house down, but help is appreciated.”

“Mama, I want a peanut butter samwich.” she turns to face the little boy, “Babe, Alex wants a peanut butter sandwich!” you get out the peanut butter, “Got it.”

After breakfast the 4 of you sit in the living room, “Mommy look I drew bord!” you take the paper and look at the deformed bird drawn on it, “Yeah, buddy I can tell. It's– great.” he flashes a big smile, kissing your cheek, then runs off to the table.

The baby sleeping on your lap stirs, “Detka you need me to hold her?” you shake your head, “No it's fine darling.” you rock Aliana in your arms, attempting to get her back to sleep.

Natasha leans over, whispering in your ear, “You want a 3rd one?” you blink, looking up at your wife. “I—” she chuckles, placing her lips against yours, kissing you slowly. You break the kiss, “Can you go uhm..” you spoke, breathlessly, “Check the oven? Call me if the cookies are done, okay?”

She gives an exaggerated whine, “You want me gone so quickly?” you roll your eyes, “Romanoff, just go do what I told you to.”

“That's not what you said last night.” she gets up from the couch and walks off to the kitchen. “They're done!” you hear from outside the living room. “Okay!”

You take the sleeping baby out of your arms and slowly place her down on the couch, then get up and make your way into the kitchen. You feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, causing you to let out a light giggle. She plants light, feathery kisses on your neck, “Nat— we.. are in the kitchen.” she presses her body against yours.

“Natasha Romanoff.” she lets go of you, raising her hands up in surrender, “You have no idea what I'm gonna do as soon as I get my hands on you detka.” you smile, taking the cookies out of the oven. “Oh I have a bit of an idea my love.”

She turns around, and gives you a smack on the ass. “Natasha!” she laughs, “What? I didn't do anything.”

Your eldest kid walked in the kitchen, “Mama hit mommy.” you gasp dramatically and widen your eyes, “How dare mama hit me?” Alex huffs, crossing his arms, “Say sowwy to mommy.” your wife smiles, giving a fake apology then whispers into your ear, “I don't regret it though.” she pulls back and winks at you.

A blush forms on your face, “Mommy your face is red!” he points at you before running of to god knows where, “And why's that?” Natasha pretends to not know why, “It's just, there's a fly in here and it's really, really annoying me.” Natasha gasps, “Did you just call me a fly?”

You smile innocently, placing the cookies in the jar. Natasha takes out her phone, “Y/N look!” you hum in response, looking over at her screen. “Ugh, Laura's so lucky, when Alex was a baby he was chubby like that.” Natasha raises a brow and looks over at you, “What?” she shakes her head, “Nothing.”

You nod, closing the cookie jar, “Remind me to make sure someone can watch the kids for our anniversary next year.” you say, walking over to peck her on the lips. “Yeah, we should've done that beforehand.” she says, pulling you in by the waist.

“Mhm..?” you get on your toes, pressing your lips against hers, letting out a slight moan as you feel her tounge slip into your mouth. “Mmph—” you break the kiss, over hearing a cry in the distance. “Duty calls.” you say, clearly out of breath.

After dinner, you and Natasha put the kids to bed and go back into your share bedroom. You sigh, and slip off your dress, noticing her eyes on you. “Come to bed baby.” you turn to look at her, “Yeah.” you unclasp your bra, sliding it off your shoulders.

You sit down next to her in bed, she pulls you onto her lap. “You're so perfect kotenok..” she places a kiss on between your uncovered breasts, sending a shiver down your spine.

She brings a hand between your thighs, rubbing your cloth covered clit, you whimper as you desperately grind against her fingers. “Tasha stop t-teasing I–” she smirks, sliding your panties to the side. She slightly widens her eyes, looking down at your dripping slit. “Is this all for me baby?” you whine, nodding vigorously.

She runs her fingers through your glistening folds, your hips buck forward, you moan softly. “D-daddy please f—” she pinches your nipple, causing you to yelp. “Use your words detka.” you let out a breathy moan, “Fuck me please 'need you in me.” she kisses your jaw, “Whatever you say princess.”

She discards her boxers, her hardened cock springs out, her pre-cum leaking from the tip. “Nata—” she covers your mouth when she slides her dick inside of you. You let out a muffled scream, completely breaking apart as she stuffs you up, inch by inch.

“Fuck baby you're taking daddy in so well..” you moan, pushing in more of her length. She feels your walls clench around her, “Mm.. daddy you're so big.” she grunts, grabbing onto your hips to thrust harder into you.

Your whimpers and moans like music to her ears, she pulls you in for a rough, slow kiss. You gasp softly, locking your lips with hers. “Mmh.. Natasha–” she squeezes your ass, making you emit a throaty moan as her dick rubs against your g-spot. “Oh—”

She grips onto your hips, slamming her cock deeper into you. “Taking me in so well baby.” she leans over and whispers. “Are you close?” you nod, unable to respond in words. “Cum all over my cock like a good little whore.”

You dig your nails into her shoulders, moaning loudly, as you came onto her dick. “You're doing so well detka..” she praises, whispering into your ear as she runs her hands up and down your back. “Natasha..” she looks down at you, “Mhm?”

You press a light kiss to her neck, “You want me to clean you up darling?” she softly smiles, “If you want to.” you nod, she kisses your cheek, and slowly pulls out.

You lower yourself onto her, wrapping your lips around her tip. She lets out a shaky breath, bringing her hand to grip onto your hair. You take more of her dick inside of your mouth, coating it with your saliva. She takes her hand, pushing herself into you. “Oh fuck baby..” she lets of a soft moan as you run your tounge over her veins, you feel her dick twitch inside of your mouth.

You suck harder, bobbing your head up and down her length, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Y/N..” she whimpers out, “Fuck– kotenok 'm gonna cum, swallow it like a good girl.” she says, before filling your throat up with her warm juices. You swallow it down, you pull her cock out of your mouth.

She smirks, grabbing your jaw to look at your fucked out face, her cum dripping out the corners of your mouth. “Are you okay moya lyubov?” you smile, nodding your head, “Mhm!” she wipes off your mouth, looking down at you. “Happy anniversary Tasha..” you say, moving upwards to pull her into a slow, passionate kiss.

She smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer to her. “Happy anniversary.” she pants out, “Maybe next anniversary.. we could have a 3rd mini Romanoff in our family.” you laugh, kissing her cheek. “Natasha– you're being serious?” she nods slowly, nervously smiling.

You kiss her softly, “Natasha I– yes I would love to have another mini Romanoff.” you look up at her, she holds onto you tightly, “Let's pick out names.” she says. “Nat I'm not even pregnant yet, you weirdo.” she chuckles, kissing your neck. “Yet.” you smile, “I love you Natty.” she puts her head in the crook of your neck, “I love you most Y/NN.”

You groan when you both hear a loud shatter in the direction to the kitchen, before yelling, “Alex!”

#SoundCloud #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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yelenasdiary · 9 months

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Little!reader request! CG/sisters Nat and Yelena

Just a bunch of fluff of reader and her cgs who happen to be her sisters from the red room watching bluey together

Family Time

Pairing: Caregivers! Natasha Romanoff & Yelena Belova x Little! Reader

Summary: After finally getting you to settle down after a sugar high, your older sisters sit and watch your favourite cartoon together.

Comfort | No Warnings | 0.7K |

AC: I’m Australian and I’ve never seen bluey, lmao. But I hope you enjoy this x also, please note, I am not a little and I write this purely based of research. If I have said anything incorrect, please don’t hesitate to message me via DM or asks.

It was Yelena who had given you some soda in your sippy cup, maybe a mistake when she noticed how hyper you had gotten but it was hard for her to say no to her younger sister when you gave her your signature puppy eyes. She tried everything to get you to settle down before Natasha would return from the store, but nothing worked to keep your attention. Sitting down in the living room, surrounded by your toys and favorite plushies, she offered to do some arts and crafts with you.

"But can't find crayons!" you pouted as Yelena placed your coloring book on the table. "Well, when was the last time you had them?" Yelena asked, unsure of where they'd be.

"Sissy took them!" you replied, crossing your arms across your chest.

To Yelena's relief, Natasha walks through the door with a welcoming smile. "Sissy! Where's crayons?" you asked as you sat down at the coffee table and opened up your coloring book. "If you're going to ask like that, you won't get them" Nat replies with a raised brow, reminding you to use your manners.

"Sorry" you pouted, "can I please have my crayons?" you asked once more.

Natasha whispered to Yelena that they were on top of the refrigerator. She had placed them there to stop you from chewing on them, snapping them in half or drawing on the walls. Yelena grabbed them and placed them in front of you before grabbing another one of your coloring books to join you.

"Thank you Sis!" you smiled before grabbing an orange crayon.

Natasha made peanut butter sandwiches for lunch, cutting off the crusts for you otherwise you wouldn't eat it. She filled your sippy cup with apple juice and placed it on your small plastic table.

Since your older sisters saved you from Red Room, they've learnt a lot about you, things they didn't know before and together, they work as one to help give you everything you need. They love you more than life itself, you're their baby sister so anything you need, they'll do it.

Given the events that took place in Red Room it was no surprise that your Psychologist informed your sisters that you age regress as a form of dealing with the trauma of Red Room. Both sisters did their research and they best to make sure you always felt comfortable and safe when you were feeling little, some days were harder than others.

"Are you ready for lunch?" Nat came into the living room with another soft smile, you nodded before you realized how hungry you were then raced to your table. Natasha chuckled, "somebody is hungry!" she commented as she and Yelena followed you into the dining room.

It was important to them that when you were feeling little that they help create a whole different childhood for you, everything mattered, even to the tiniest details. Mealtimes were to be eaten in the dining room as a family and there was a routine, they followed that they learned you loved and reacted well too.

"After lunch wanna watch bluey" you spoke after taking a bite of your sandwich.

"I'm sure we can watch bluey before your nap" Yelena replied, Natasha nodding in agreement, "do you want to change into your bluey shirt beforehand?" Nat asked. You nodded with excitement.

For your birthday, Yelena had a shirt made just for you of your favorite Bluey character. The shirt brought you plenty of comfort and joy and you always wore it when you would watch the show.

After lunch, Nat helped you change into your Bluey shirt before you both joined Yelena on the sofa who had already got Bluey ready. You made yourself comfortable between your two sisters, resting your head on Natasha's shoulder as you began to suckle your thumb. Yelena pressed play and watched as your eyes instantly lit up.

Plenty of chuckles were shared between the three of you as you grew more and more tired as it came closer to your nap time. Yelena reached for a throw blanket before throwing it over the three of you. After a handful of episodes, you were softly snoring with your head still resting comfortably on Natasha's shoulder.

The two older sisters smiled softly at one another, finally able to have family time like they had always dreamt of.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff #natahsa romanoff x reader #black widow #marvel #fanfiction #little!reader

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sapphic-coded · 9 months

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I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun

You grew up in Ohio with your father, brother, and sister. Your family was small and strange. Because of that, you were picked on relentlessly at school. Until another weird kid showed up. Her family moved in across the street from you. It wasn't long until the two of you became friends. Your friendship became the light in your life. Until it ended suddenly. Rumors followed your friend's disappearance. Russian spies. You didn't see her again until you crossed paths at work.

Series Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x fem Reader

Warnings: Violence. Reader is a messed up assassin and does a great job. Childhood trauma creeping around in the background. Flip phones. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 3.7k

Author's Note: Thank you for the constant love towards this fic. Here is chapter three! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. I will be on vacation this week so chapter four won't be up until the following week. Enjoy!

Taglist: @natsxwife @iliketozoneout @newawakening9 @natasha-1million @ilovemcuff

Chapter Three: Would You Like To Hear My Voice?

Mount Vernon, Ohio – 1992

The cafeteria was alive with the chorus of loud, excited conversations punctuated with occasional laughter. You sat at your usual seat at the far end of the long table as you opened up your lunch. Nat sat to your right peeling an orange. It had been a couple days since you two shared your first conversation together, and in that time you had already learned so much about each other. Talking to Nat in between lessons had changed nearly everything. You were no longer going through the motions. You no longer felt alone. School seemed to now go by at an alarming rate. It was no longer one, long monotonous chore.

The first thing you pulled out of your brown paper bag was one of your father’s many flasks. You twisted off the cap and brought it to your nose. One quick sniff confirmed exactly what was in the flask. You had been hoping for water, but it was definitely whiskey. You screwed the cap back on and shoved the flash back into your bag. Then, you pulled out a plastic bag that contained two halves of cold, burnt toast. You could see the remains of the butter your father had spread across it.

“You should probably stop letting your Dad pack your lunch,” Nat commented before she broke off a piece of her orange and handed it to you.

You took the peeled orange slice. “My brother offered to take over, but my father finds it therapeutic.” You shrugged your shoulders and ate the orange slice. “Thanks.”

Nat set her orange aside and reached into her lunch bag. She pulled out two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She handed one to you. “Here. My mom made this for you.”

You took the offered sandwich. A thousand questions came crashing through your mind all at once, yet your mouth stayed shut. The sandwiches looked identical. Cut evenly down the middle. The weight of the sandwich felt almost bizarre in your hand. You were used to your father’s lunches whether it made sense or not. Whether it brought you joy or not. You don’t know what to say. A part of you was fixated on what Nat said. Her mom.

You started to lift one half of your unexpected sandwich to your mouth but stopped. There were so many questions running through your mind. You needed to voice them. Yet all you managed to ask was, “Why?”

Nat finished chewing an orange slice. “I told her about your lunches.”

She talked…about you? Usually such a discovery would light every nerve in your body. The excitement would be nearly unstoppable. You would feel warm and happy. But none of that happened. Instead, you couldn’t get past the image in your head. You were trying so hard to see it, but it eluded you. All you could imagine was Nat talking into a thick fog. You couldn’t imagine its response. Whether there would be joy or anger. Apparently, all that fog would produce were two identical sandwiches.

“She was worried that you were hungry,” Nat said.

You looked down at your sandwich. Even with that piece of information, you still didn’t understand. Why would a stranger be concerned about your potential hunger?

“Oh,” you finally replied. You looked at Nat and smiled. “Thanks.” You took a bite of your sandwich, and your smile grew. You still felt a bit lost, but the taste of the peanut butter and jelly helped lure you out of your head.

London – 2010

The motion sensor lights click on overhead as you push the gray cleaning cart down the short, wide hallway. The harsh odor of the cleaning agents assaults your nose, and the blue jumpsuit you wear is one size too big on you. The brown belt you wear is cinched tight around your waist. The footfalls of your black boots are quiet against the clean tiled floor. The hallway empties out into a large square room filled with rows upon rows of cubicles. Large glass windows along the perimeter of the room hold back the heavy dark of the night outside.

Nearly all the cubicles are empty. Only a handful of the room’s lights are left on which allows thick shadows to stretch across corners. The sound of fingers typing against a keyboard draws your attention to the cubicle with the only employee left on this floor. You push the cart down a row of cubicles until you pass the only one currently occupied. Sitting at their desk, hunched over a laptop, is your target.

Alan Wellman. Forty-six years old. A bit on the shorter side. Happily married with two kids. Slightly overweight. Balding. Brown eyes. An excellent coder. You push your cart past his cubicle and keep walking until you reach the end of the row. You let go of the cart and lift up your arms to pull your hair back into a messy bun. You listen to the rhythmic typing as you bend down and reach into a yellow bucket on the bottom shelf of the cart. Your fingers curl around the familiar weight of your Beretta. You pull out your gun with one hand while your other hand dips into the fantastically deep pocket of your borrowed jumpsuit. You withdraw your silencer and take your time attaching it over the barrel of your gun. Then, you carefully slide your gun into the largest pocket of your brown tool belt that hangs around your waist.

You unroll a fresh, black garbage bag and turn towards the first empty cubicle on your right. You grab the waste bin within the cubicle and dump the contents into the larger garbage bag. You casually work your way down the row filling up the black garbage bag with all the accumulated paper coffee cups, snack wrappers, empty plastic sandwich bags, used tissues, and occasional paper documents that somehow did not make it into the recycling bin. All to the tune of Alan’s quick typing.

The black garbage bag in your hand is heavy by the time you reach Alan’s cubicle. He pays you no mind and remains hunched over his laptop. You look down at his waste bin. It is full of empty chip bags. You reach down for the bin and dump its contents into your garbage bag. As you set the bin back down on the floor next to Alan’s desk, the typing stops. He leans back in his chair and stares at his computer screen. His hand comes up to cover his mouth as his eyes reread what is on his screen. His hand pulls at his face as it drops away.

Then, Alan looks at you.

You set the black garbage bag down. “Long day?” Your English accent is impeccable.

A short smile crosses Alan’s face before he shakes his head. He looks over at his laptop again before looking back at you. “Can I ask you a question?”

You shrug. “Sure.”

“If…” he leans forward in his chair but stops. His mouth hangs open, and his hands lift slightly as if trying to grab the right words out of the air. “If you had the chance to undo all your past mistakes, would you take it?”

You slide both your hands into the wonderfully deep pockets of your borrowed blue jumpsuit. “I’m afraid I’m not the right audience for that question, Mr…” You look down at the nameplate on Alan’s desk. “Wellman.”

“No, please,” Alan nearly pleads. “I just need someone else’s opinion.”

You let out a breath as you look around at the empty rows of cubicles. Alan’s question settles in your mind. A chance to undo all your mistakes. That closet of skeletons is more like a pit, and it runs deep. Your gaze returns to Alan. “Well, my time in secondary school was pretty embarrassing so–”

“Not those kinds of mistakes,” Alan interrupts. “I mean big ones. The life changing ones. The mistakes where you…you hurt people.”

“That’s impossible,” you reply. “You can’t undo hurt. If you hurt someone then you hurt them. It’s done. Nothing you do afterwards erases what you’ve already done.”

“But what if it is possible?” Alan says. “That possibility exists, but it’s dangerous. Your whole life will change. Everything you’ve ever achieved will be gone. You’ll most likely end up with nothing. But their pain will be gone.”

It’s definitely not possible. Your mistakes are coated in so much blood that any attempt at washing it away would be pointless. You would end up exhausting yourself over an unattainable goal. But it would be nice if such an opportunity could exist. It was a beautiful theory. So, you nod slightly. “Then I would run towards it and not look back.”

Alan sits back in his chair and mulls over your answer before nodding to himself. He turns towards his laptop and presses the enter key. His shoulders visibly relax and his smile grows. “There.” He looks back over to you. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you reply.

Alan stands up and turns his back to you to peel his coat from the back of his chair. Your gun is in your hand by the time he turns back around to face you. Your finger squeezes the trigger once. Alan’s brown eyes widen in the bright white flash that comes from the barrel of your gun. The silencer mutes the crack of the gunshot, but the bullet finds its home squarely in Alan’s chest. He falls back into his chair, and the coat hanging around his arm drops to the ground. A bright red stain blossoms across his chest. His mouth opens, but he doesn’t say anything. Only fast, shaky breaths escape.

You lower your gun and step closer. He’s staring at you with those wide brown eyes. The look he gives you is familiar. First, surprise. It always makes you smile when you see their surprised expressions. It reminds you of surprise parties. The ones you see on television or in movies. But then you see the fear creep in, and it doesn't remind you at all of surprise parties. You tilt your head slightly to the left as you watch Alan. You wonder what he’s thinking about. He’s staring at you, but you can tell that he doesn’t see you. Not anymore. You wonder if he’s envisioning that mythical chance at redemption.

Then, his shaky breaths stop. He goes still and the fear leaks out of his eyes and leaves nothing but two empty, brown holes in its wake.

The entire floor is quiet except for the buzzing of the lights overhead. You look away from Alan, and curiosity draws you over to his laptop. Based on Alan’s profession, you expect to see a bunch of weird coding symbols. Instead, you’re staring at his email inbox. A new email had just come through less than a minute ago. You open the email. It’s a response to an email Alan sent only two minutes ago. The message is short:

We will protect you and your family. Stay where you are. We will come to you.

You skim over Alan’s initial long email, but lose interest part way through. Your interest returns to the reply. A spark of excitement ignites within you as a tempting thought crosses your mind. You have no proof to support the exciting thought that sits at the forefront of your mind. You’re operating on a gut feeling, and a whole lot of hope. You hope the bland looking email address is a mask. You hope that this is exactly what you think it is. You dig out one of the burner phones you have on you and tuck it into the breast pocket of Alan’s stained shirt. Then, you leave.

You don’t bother with the cleaning cart at the end of the row, or with the full garbage bag. You take off the borrowed blue jumpsuit revealing the black long sleeve shirt and dark blue denim jeans you are wearing underneath. You shove the jumpsuit into a trash bin you pass on your way out of the office building. You exit out into the back alley. You grab the backpack you stored beneath a dumpster and make your way around the office building. You cross the street and enter one of the hotels. You end up paying a bit more for a particular room, but you eventually end up in a hotel room with a clear view of the office building across the street.

When you pull back the curtains, you don’t see anything of interest happening at the office building. You toss your backpack onto the bed and pull up a chair towards the window. You unzip your backpack and pull out a pair of binoculars, another burner phone, and a small bag of potato chips. By the time you turn off the lights in your hotel room, you spot two black SUVs parked out front of the office building. You snatch up your binoculars to first get a better look at the SUVs. Your heart begins to beat faster the moment you make out the dark gray SHIELD logo painted along the side of the car.

Your gut feeling is right. Alan had been in communication with SHIELD. You lift your head a touch and refocus the binoculars until you have a near perfect view of the floor Alan had been working on. The large glass windows running the length of the building expose everything to you. You could see four men in black suits standing near Alan’s cubicle. You lower the binoculars and settle into the chair. You don’t know if she’ll show. Just because Alan was in contact with SHIELD doesn’t mean he had any connections to her. But you hope she does come. You can feel your hands shaking slightly in anticipation as you open your bag of potato chips.

You watch the four black suits as you snack on your chips. Your excitement steadily drops as the black suits do little more than make phone calls, take pictures, and survey the scene. After fifteen minutes, most of your interest drops to your snack. You’ve already gone through most of the bag. You do remember passing a vending machine on your way up to your room. You should have some cash on you.

A third black SUV pulls up in front of the office building. You see a flash of red before you can even pick up your binoculars. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest as you bring the binoculars to your eyes. A smile curls at your lips when you see her. Her red hair hangs freely down past her shoulders. She isn’t wearing her catsuit. Instead you notice a brown leather jacket and black jeans. You aren’t able to catch any other details as she disappears into the office building.

You lower the binoculars from your face. The smile that blossomed the moment you saw her remains plastered across your face. She’s here. You let out a small laugh and sit back in the chair. You had spent a little over a whole week waiting for her to come find you. Waiting for her to show up on your doorstep. And now she’s right there. So close. You can feel your hands shaking slightly again as you glance at your other burner phone.

You set your bag of chips aside and run your sweaty palms across your jeans. She’ll be on Alan’s floor any moment. You go over your plan carefully in your head. Last time you didn’t get to savor anything. Too busy with work. But that’s not the case tonight. Your job is done. Clean. Straightforward. Your father will be content and leave you alone. You can’t panic and rush tonight. You take a deep breath.

When you see the flash of red again, you bring the binoculars back up to your eyes. You watch as she makes her way over to the four black suits. They part to let her see your work. She turns her back to you as she steps closer to Alan. It’s impossible to see her reaction completely from your spot in the hotel room. You bite your lower lip as you wonder what she thinks of your work. It’s definitely a neater job than Amsterdam. But would she think it’s too boring? Devoid of personality? Should you have done more to make it scream your handiwork?

But then you run the risk of getting messy. Which leads to more father daughter talks.

Her head turns and you can see her talking to one of the black suits. She gestures to the laptop. The black suit is quick to unplug it and take it away. You sit up straighter when you see her hand move towards Alan’s breast pocket. You pull the binoculars away from your face and quickly reach for your spare burner phone. You flip it open and quickly punch in the number for the phone you left with Alan. Before you hit the green button to make the call, you bring the binoculars back up to your face. She’s standing next to Alan holding the phone.

Your finger presses down on the green call button and you quickly bring your phone to your ear. You know the moment the other phone starts ringing as her attention drops to the phone in her hand. The other black suits nearby stop what they are doing to look over at her. You wait as the phone continues to ring. You watch her step out of Alan’s cubicle. Your smile begins to falter as the phone still rings. Is she not going to answer it? What are you going to do if she doesn’t answer? You can’t risk going over there. But you also can’t risk letting her–

She flips open the phone and lifts it to her ear.

“Hello?”

Your faltering smile recovers instantly at the sound of her voice. “Hi.”

Her head lifts and looks around. “Y/N.”

You like hearing her say your name. It makes you feel all warm and happy inside. “Funny how we keep running into each other.”

“I wouldn’t call it funny,” she says before turning to gesture to one of the black suits. From your angle, you can’t see what the gesture means, but one of the black suits hurries over to another.

“I think so,” you reply as you watch the black suit return to Nat. He holds something out to her that is so small you can’t see what it is. She takes it. “I don’t see you for years and then all of a sudden you show up twice in two weeks.” Whatever the black suit gave her, you watch as she attaches it to the back of the burner phone. “How are you feeling, by the way? My back was killing me for days after Amsterdam.”

“Mine too,” she answers. “That wasn’t exactly our finest moment.”

You laugh and you catch a hint of a smile flash across her face. Then it’s gone and she starts moving towards the large glass windows.

“Where are you?” she asks.

“London,” you answer with a smirk.

“Y/N, we need to talk.”

“We are talking.”

“Not like this,” she glances over her shoulder at the black suits now clustered together around something you can’t see. “We need to talk in person.”

Your smile begins to drop. “Can’t do that.” Oh but you want to. That would be so much fun. “Besides, I can see you just fine.”

You see her pause and your smile returns. She looks out the window and first looks up and then down at the street below. She doesn’t spot you in your little, comfy perch.

“You’ve done a great job putting yourself on SHIELD’s radar,” she says.

You drop the binoculars and close your eyes. You groan and tilt your head back. “I don’t want to talk about work.”

She sighs. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

You open your eyes and stare up at the dark ceiling. “I just wanted to catch up. I was so busy in Amsterdam, but now I have some free time.” You lower your head to look out the window again. Without the binoculars you can still see her but without all the finer details. “But I don’t really know how these conversations are supposed to go. I’ve never…” You pause. You don’t like where that sentence would lead. “I’ve never had a friend come back from the dead before.”

“You thought I was dead?”

You shrug. “Yes. It was more plausible than a Russian spy.” You pick up the binoculars and look through them again. She is looking over her shoulder towards the cluster of black suits again. “Are they close to tracking our call?”

“Almost.” Her attention returns to the window. Her eyes search the dark buildings across the street. “You can still just tell me where you are. We can meet up. It can be just us.”

You shake your head. “I don’t think it can be just us, Nat.” You see one of the black suits wave to get Nat’s attention. She turns. “But it’s a nice thought.”

She starts walking towards the cluster of black suits. “Why not? I thought you said you had some free time.”

You can’t stop the smile that curls at your lips. The offer is so tempting. It would be so easy to just go to her. She’s right there. But it wouldn’t end like you want. “I missed you, Nat.”

She stops. You set the binoculars aside and lean back in the chair. You close your eyes and linger in this moment. You wish you could stretch it out for hours. There’s so much to talk about. But your time is up, and the moment you hear her say your name, you end the call. Your fingers wrap around the burner phone and squeeze tightly. She can’t be a distraction. But she’s not. She was your whole world and now you just want pieces of that back.

You leave the hotel and London with no one chasing after you. The bitter taste of disappointment returns. You need to see her again.

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theearthwassoup · 1 year

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2. 12. 19. from fluff for natasha x reader :)

snow globe memories

a/n: hi! Thank you so much for this request, i hope i did it justice!!

word count: 1.6k

warning(s): none, pure fluff | mentions of the red room | does this make sense chronologically? probably not

2: “you remembered” 12: “I can’t believe you did that for me” 19: “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids”

Natasha leaned back and studied her workmanship, brushing her hands against her pants in an attempt to remove the sawdust. Sweat stuck to her skin, as she had refused to move her project out of the garage, where heat seemed to accumulate quickly. On her heels, Natasha tapped the unused paintbrush against her lips, contemplating what she should do next. As a memory sparked in her mind, a soft smile grew on her lips.

“Someday, Nat, my walls are going to be full of snow globes,” you told your friend, laying on the snow as you looked at the clouds. Natasha laughed, rolling over on her side, propping her head up on her hand.

“You know, I don’t know why you like those things, they’re so breakable!”

You gasped at your best friend’s words, sitting up to look at her incredulously. Your eyes were wide and your cheeks flushed from the cold. You waved her hands in the air as you tried to tell your friend the appeal of snow globes.

“They’re mini worlds! Anything can be in a snow globe! Empire State buildings, ballerinas, Santa Clause, princesses, you name it! They transport you to worlds where everything it perfect and organized.”

Natasha laughed, laying back in the snow, you following her actions as well.

“I guess I can understand that, Y/N.”

The night finished quickly, with Natasha being called into her home by her mother, Melina’s voice urgent and almost panicked. You walked down the street to your home, a skip in your step as you cradled your new snow globe against your chest, watching as the fake snow fell down around the tiny snowman. You stepped inside, prepared to call out to your parents, when a loud crash rang through the air. A man dressed in military gear stepped out of your living room, a gun pointed at you. The snow globe dropped to the floor, glass shattering as you ran past the unfamiliar man, your chest heaving as you looked for your parents, the silence of your home scaring you. Your house started to shake as you ran into your room, finding shelter in between your shelves lined with precious memories. You let out a shriek as the shaking got worse, bringing your hands over your head as glass and water surrounded you.

Natasha shook her head, removing the memories from her mind. That night was the last time you had a semblance of a childhood and now, Natasha wanted to bring back the memories before the Red Room interfered in your lives. Standing up, Natasha walked over to the garage shelf, picking up light grey and blue paint cans. Returning back to her project, Natasha started humming, sunlight dimming on the horizon as dusk made an appearance.

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You hadn’t seen your friend in days, her excuse being that she had been caught up in a project. You had asked Fury about any missions you could be privy to involving Natasha but his confused look answered your question. Sitting on your couch, you sighed as your cold hands wrapped around your mug, the hot tea warming your bones. It wasn’t a particularly cold day but you still felt the chill against your skin, allowing you to snuggle up against soft blanket wrapped around you. While you enjoyed the peacefulness of the silence, you yearned for the sound of Natasha cursing in Russian as she attempted to cook, always giving up with a huff before making a peanut butter sandwich. She practically lived in your home, having her own key and blanket, mug and preferred silverware. It just didn’t feel like a home without Natasha and that warm feeling that rose in your chest when you thought of her was an indicator why. Relaxing, you almost didn’t hear your phone ringing but soon the sound of Black Widow by Iggy Azalea burst you out of your mediation like stance. You quickly answered the call, embarrassingly desperate to hear your friend’s voice.

“Hey Nat!” You sounded breathless and wanted to scold yourself.

Stop sounding so lovestruck, Y/N!

“Y/N, hey, could stop by Clint’s farm for a bit?”

You paused, questioning why Nat would be at Clint’s. Sure they were best friends but when you had asked the archer is he had heard from the redhead, he had denied it. With a little bit of weight on your heart, you agreed to meet Nat at the farm, dragging yourself off of the couch, downing your tea in one gulp, scalding your tongue. You slipped on a pair of shoes, adjusting your hair and clothes trying to look presentable.

As you drove to Clint’s home, the long drive making you sleepy, thousands of thoughts crossed your mind, mostly wondering why Natasha sounded so urgent over the phone. You pulled into the dusty road of their home and smiled when you saw Natasha waiting for you, hands behind her back as she rocked back and forth on her heels. Her clothes were splattered with long dried paint and her hair was falling out of its brain. Her disheveled appearance made you want to laugh while being confused at the same time.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked, getting out of your car, eyes narrowing once you realized your best friend was hiding something behind her back. Natasha noticed that you noticed and a small smile formed on her lips. When she spoke, she sounded almost…nervous?

“I, uh, have something to show you,” she cleared her throat, bringing what she was hiding behind her back in front of her, “but first, i want to give you this.”

You gasped at the delicate ornament in Natasha’s hand. The snow globe had a silver base with a simple snowman inside, a replica of the one you lost on that dreadful night. You gently took it from Natasha’s hands, tracing the ornate designs on the base of the globe. When you looked up, Natasha was surprised to see little tears in your eyes.

“You remembered.” You whispered out in wonder, that one conversation from years ago blossoming in your mind. You didn’t think she would remember something so small, so mundane in the grand scheme of things. Natasha smiled and shrugged sheepishly, scratching the back of her neck. She had a bright blush spanning on her face down her neck. Natasha gestured for you to follow her and so you did, careful of your steps as you admired your gift. You hadn’t restarted your collection since that night. Natasha led to to Clint’s garage, separated from the house. When you walked inside, you looked around in confusion. Nothing except hay, a tractor, and some miscellaneous tools Tony had left from when he last worked on said tractor, stood in the dark room.

“Nat, what-”

Soft, ambient lights flickered to life, illuminating the space. You gasped softly when you saw what Natasha was standing next to. Sitting on a table was a shelf, three rows full of snow globes of many sizes and appearances. You noticed the color of the shelf matched the paint splotches on Natasha’s clothes and it was your turn to blush. You trailed your finger on the shelves, examining each and every globe.

“You really liked them when we were younger so I thought…” Natasha trailed off and you looked up at her, admiration shining in your eyes.

“I built the shelves and painted them, then I raided every store I could find that had snow globes. I swear half the cashiers in this town think I’m crazy.” She chuckled nervously at your intense stare, not noticing that you had picked up a specific snow globe that caught your eye.

“I can’t believe you did that for me.” You whispered as you came to stand in front of her, heart beating rapidly in your chest as she seemed to loose all nervousness as she looked into your eyes. Her confident stance was broken slightly when you raised the snow globe you had taken off the shelf so she could see it. Her eyes widening made you smile a bit, her cute expression blossoming warmth in your chest. Slowly, you brought your eyes down to the inscription on the base of the globe, the Russian flowing off your tongue smoothly, making Natasha’s deer in headlights expression worse. She never knew you were taught Russian.

“dlya moyey lyubvi” you looked back up at her, hope shining in your eyes as you translated the words into Russian, “for my love.”

Natasha licked her lips, flustered as you looked into her eyes inquisitively.

“Did you know it said that?” You asked her with a soft voice, setting the globe down back on the shelf. Natasha nodded, too scared to speak. She wasn’t one to talk about feelings but when she bought the globe, Natasha saw it as a way of confessing to you without you realizing. You noticed her nervous expression and brought your hands up to cup her face, a giant smile taking over your expression as your body hummed with joy.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

Your words broke Natasha frozen stance, melting into your hands as her hands on your waist pulled you close to her. With a relieved laugh, Natasha buried her face into your neck, squeezing you tightly. She leaned back and captured your lips with her own, the softness of the kiss sending happy tingles down your spine. After a few moments of just basking in the glow of your confessions, you leaned back and cocked your head to the side.

“How are we getting this back home?”

Natasha shrugged, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you walked out of the barn.

“Clint owes me a favor.”

a/n: i hope this made sense lol. Thank you for reading!! I hope i did alright

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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daddy’s slut.

pairings | beefy!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary | you were casually watching a show when you see your girlfriend being bruised up, which automatically makes you want to help her. but apparently she has got other plans.

warnings | 18+ YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! couch sex, daddy kink, top!natasha, groping, slut-shaming, natasha being a horny little shit, strap-on (r receiving).

notes | i don’t know, originally it was supposed to be a boxer!natasha but yeah i got lazy so here you go enjoy loool x

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You can hear the landlord screaming from your door: pay your god damn rent! As you watch an old episode of Friends while eating peanut butter & sandwich that your girlfriend profoundly makes. Damn, this tastes good, you thought to yourself. And as soon as you’re into the good part of the scene on the show, you hear a grumbling voice as well as the key wrestling to the knob of the door. Quirking an eye, Natasha comes inside with messy blonde hair that she cut short as well as her suit being all shagged up with some dirt on her face. Knowing how well your girlfriend is, she has gotten to another reckless fight. You sighed and walked up to her, bringing her cheeks to your hands; almost squishing them.

“What did you do this time, baby?” you pouted, almost feeling awful when you heard Natasha hissing from pain in her back. Without even blinking, you can feel her buffed arms wrapped around your waist slowly – pulling you closer to her body and kissing your lips with a sloppy grin. You groaned and started to pull away, rolling your eyes. “Nat, I’m serious–”

“Just some fight, okay doll? Nothing too serious.”

“Of course, it is,” you sighed, already knowing that your girlfriend can be quite a stubborn grown-up. It was as if you were taking care of a child, but that was completely fine with you considering that you like taking care of her. “Honey, let me see your bruise.”

She shakes her head and brings your body near the couch, sitting down floppily on the edge of it while having her arms around you; pulling you down on her lap. You squealed on her lips, almost laughing,,, but her tongue slipped inside of your mouth – moaning incoherently. My god, she was insatiable. Again!

“Nat,” you whimpered, pushing her chest until you saw the way her back hits against the couch – her white buttoned-up shirt being a little loose, so you saw her bare chest; heaving with desperation. “I have to take care of your bruises, honey.”

Natasha shakes her head again and pulls off her orange coat, throwing it across the room while untangling her neck-tie like some horny teenager. Well, she was always horny. Insatiable. Aroused. Desperate. Whatever words you could think of, she was all of them. And once you tried to stand up to get the med-kit, you felt a bulge. With widened eyes, you looked down and see a fainted look on her strap-on that was between her legs.

“Ya like it, sweet girl?” she says with a smile smugly, both of her hands are now on your hips as she thrusts it up to your core. You fluttered your eyes close with the feeling of her faux length. “Oh you do, huh? Good. I want your ass up on this couch.”

Without a say of a word, you nodded and positioned yourself onto the soft prickling couch. You wanted to know what she would do next, and boy your core was insanely wet once you watched her unzip her pants, pulling it down until you could see her faux cock in the air. She strokes the cock up and down, spitting into her hand so the dick would be slicker for you to ease in.

“Gotta make pretty girls like you be so cockdumb,” Natasha groans as she kneels her leg on the couch while holding her other leg on the ground. She spits on your cunt and spreads it all over your tight gaped hole with both of her fingers, almost coming from the sight. “You know, I thought about you while I was at work. God, the way your tight pussy is around my cock makes me crazy. Did you know that, Y/N?”

Of course, you do. She always tells you how much she thinks about you whenever she is at work; busying herself with the future you both planned. You bite your lower lip, looking over your shoulder as you watch Natasha being so concentrated on your cunt. She looked so hot when she was bruised, especially when it was all over her abs.

“Natasha, baby… Please fuck me. Daddy, come on. I’m so wet for you!”

“Mmph, I bet you are, sweetheart.”

She pushes her thick dick inside of you with a quiet groan, her hand groping your right breast under you. You pressed your head against the arm couch while she brings her hips back and forth slowly, making sure that you aren’t hurt. Even though she’s desperate like you are, she doesn’t like you being uncomfortable. You felt her breath against your ear as she whispers hotly: “Still this tight, little bitch?”

You nodded, closing your eyes tight with how big Natasha was. “Yes, daddy. I’m very tight.”

She hums in satisfaction and pumps into you at a faster pace, her hand still on your breast. With each brutal thrust, you could feel her grunting above you. The way her nose flares with the contraction of your walls onto her faux cock makes her think that she could really feel you, even though the dildo was double-ended. So, the sensation was still there. Your back sweats with how her pacing was rough and dominating that one of your hands was holding onto the couch for your dear life.

“Fucking slut, you wanted this huh? God knows how unfaithful you are,” Natasha smothers her bruised lips onto your cheek while you could feel her perked nipples on your back with her harsh thrusting. “You’re so hot like this, being so fuckable and used. Can’t get enough…”

Her hips moved wildly at this point, and you could hear the couch creaking with the thrusting that she made. You know well that your neighbors can hear you, yet you didn’t care. She didn’t either. You just wanted to be fucked by her so well and yet so bad, you can’t even choose. With immense pleasure, you’re hazed to, she slaps your ass hard.

“Natasha! Oh god, please–oh my god!”

“Quiet, shit! Oh yeah, this ass is mine,” Natasha whimpers with a smirk on her face that you couldn’t see, but feel. She leans her head near you and pulls your earlobe hard with her teeth. “I want to hear from you, baby. Come on, please be loud for me. Daddy wants to hear how loud you are.”

Oh, fuck it. She wanted it, so you gave it to her.

You screamed while biting onto the couch with all your worth, all your mercy. She starts humping upwards, her head thrown back with how tight you are gripping her cock. The squelching sounds and your hips slapping against hers were enough for her to fully come around the dildo inside of her. She flinches above you, dropping her head to your neck as she endlessly comes, it was as if you’re watching a porn film and she’s the star. You can hear her whimpering: god, I can’t take it! And from her voice, you came as well – clenching around the dick.

She gives a final thrust and pulls out with a slick sound, making you let out a tiny moan once the cock is gone. You look back and watch as her abs flex, her chest heaving with the orgasm that has taken over her. She smirks down at you and smugly says: “Care to take another one, baby? Aren’t you Daddy’s slut?”

Yeah, she was in fact an addict when it comes to you.

thoughts? lol

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ilovesnat · 5 months

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Clint: So what is it like dating Y/N?

Nat: Once, I asked her for a peanut butter sandwich while she was still pissed at me, and she brought me one full of fillings.

Nat: I love her so much.

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milfsfckr · 2 months

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Natasha x daughter!reader, Yelena x niece!reader.

Y/n’s age: 3

Fluff, a lil of angst.

A/n: this is another from my wattpad but I have a one shot in my drafts okay. (But I’m still being lazy)

Pretty short soz.

Natasha's POV:

I've just came home from a six month mission, and I can't wait to see y/n. She been with Yelena and everyone else, I'm still on the jet, and I have two hours left until I'm home.

2 HOUR TIME SKIP:

As I'm landing the jet I see everyone but Yelena and y/n. I get off the jet hug everyone then I ask "where's Yelena and y/n?" They look at each other and Wanda was gonna say something, but tony stopped her.

"Where is my sister and my kid tony." I ask tilting my head slightly, tony was going to say something but Wanda said "they are upstairs in Yelena's room" I thank Wanda and go up to her room. I knock on the door and wait for an answer.

After a few seconds Yelena opens the door, and was about to say something until she saw it was me. "Natalia?" She say and hugs me, and I hug her back. Then I see a little red headed girl on Yelena's bed, "y/n?" I say and see her look at me "baby it's mama." Lena says, and she looks at me and looks at Lena.

"That's not mama" she says and goes to Lena, "it is mama, dorogoy" Lena says and I just look at her and smile "I want mama auntie Lena!" Y/n says while crying. "Baby mama is right there" lena says, "that's not mama, mama has red hair" y/n says looking at my blonde hair. (Sweetheart)

"It's okay Lena" I say with a sigh, and leave her room and go to mine.

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Yelena's POV:

As Natasha walks out of my room I look at my niece and tell her "baby that wasn’t very nice" the little red head looks at me with teary eyes "why would mama change her hair.. was it cause it was ugly" she says "baby it wasn't cause of that, she had too" I say.

She looks at me and says "why did she have to auntie Lena?", "cause it was for her mission" I say with a sad smile and hear a knock on the door. "Come in" I say and see Natasha with her red her "mama?" Y/n says "hi moya lyubov’” Natasha says. (My love)

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Natasha's POV:

“I’m sorry mama” y/n says “why baby?” I ask, “because I thought you weren’t mama” she says and I smile. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to change my hair” I say and pick her up.

"Mama how long will your white hair stay?" Y/n says with a confused look, "I don’t know Detka just gotta wait” I say and kiss her forehead, we walked to the common room by the kitchen and we sat on one of the couches. (Baby)

"Hey Nat how was the mission" someone asked me but I wasn't listening, "Nat?" Then I looked up. "Oh it was good" I say with a smile and looked at y/n and she was about to say something. "Mama I'm hungry" and I smile and got up and said "what do you want baby" she thinks for a bit "peanut butter cut in triangles, please" she says with a smile and Wanda says "she's just like you Nat" with a giggle, I smile and pick her up and go to the kitchen.

"Okay Detka this is how you make mamas favourite sandwich's" I say and she giggles, I show her how to make it and I saw Yelena look at us with a jealous look, because I never show anyone how I make my peanut butter sandwich’s. I cut them in triangles and give one to y/n.

and then I walk over to Yelena "here you go" I say with a smile then Yelena says "why does she get to know how you make these" she says with a huff "maybe cause she’s my daughter" I say with a laugh and go back to y/n eating her sandwich, and sit down with her.

“I missed you mama” she says while watching bluey, “I missed you too baby” I say and pull her onto my lap. “Did you make any drawings while I was gone?” I ask and her face lit up and she hoped off my lap and went to her room.

Then when she came back she had lots of drawings, “okay which ones do you want me to put on the fridge? And which ones do you want me to put in my room?” I ask her then she picks which ones go where.

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Y/n’s POV:

As I was picking pictures for mama I saw her yawn “mama wanna have nap?” I ask her while titling my head. “That’s a great idea, baby, we’ll pick these later okay?” She asked “okay mama”.

Then she picks me up and takes me to her room, she puts me on her bed and says “I just gonna have a shower okay?” She says and I nod my head, getting comfy in mamas bed.

Soon I end up falling asleep, then mama got out of the shower and hops in with me as i cuddle liho, she could feel the smile on my face and just giggled.

“Good night my sweet girl” she mumbled quietly and soon fell asleep.

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#black widow #natahsa romanoff #natasha x daughter!reader #fluff #lil angst #scarlett johansson #natahsa romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst

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Stay, Stay, Stay

Summary: You & Natasha share a comforting moment

Warnings: hurt/comfort

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader (romantic)

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NATASHA!! ❤️❤️

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Natasha sighed, cutting her peanut butter sandwich. She listened to Rocket, Nebula, and the rest of the remaining avengers argue from across the universe. It’s been five years since the snap. Five years since Thanos. Five years since the Avengers officially split up. Five years since she lost Yelena. Five years since everything… But no matter how much time passed, she couldn’t let this life go.

“Carol, are we seeing you here next month?”

“Not likely,”

“What? You gonna get another haircut?” Rocket teased.

“Listen, fur face. I’m covering a lot of territory. The things that are happening on Earth are happening everywhere. On thousands of planets.”

“Uh, all right. All right. That’s a good point. That’s a good point.”

“So, you might not see me for a long time.”

“All right. Uh well, this channel's always active. So, if anything goes sideways… anyone’s making trouble where they shouldn’t… comes through me.” Natasha stated, before Rocket, Okoye, Carol’s channels disappeared, leaving Rhodey. “Where are you?” she asked him.

“Mexico. The Federales found a room full of bodies. Looks like a bunch of cartel guys never even had a chance to get their guns off.”

“It’s probably a rival gang,” Natasha denied quickly.

“Except it isn’t. It’s definitely Barton… what he’s done here, what he’s been doing for the last few years. I mean, the scene that he left…I gotta tell you there’s a part of me that doesn’t even want to find him.”

“Will you find out where he’s going next?” she asked, taking a bit of her sandwich, tears filling her eyes, threatening to spill.

“Nat?”

“Please?” she asked, quietly. She looked so vulnerable, her eyes glassy and nose red from holding back tears.

“Okay,” he sighed, before leaving the channel.

Natasha sighed, trying her hardest not to cry. She missed him, Clint, he was her best friend. One of the first few people that truly trusted her. When she met Clint’s family, they welcomed her in with open arms. They were like her second family; finding out that they were blipped broke her heart. She couldn’t imagine what Clint was going through.

‘God, this is a fucking mess.’ She thought, wrapping her arms around herself. Taking a bite out of her sad excuse of a sandwich, Natasha’s senses picked up the sound of wheels rolling against the hardwood floor. Natasha furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, watching you hauling two big blue luggage, she’s never seen before, through the common room. “Moya lyubov’, where are you going?” You ignored her, continuing to grab the luggage’s outside. “Detka? Are you okay?!” Still nothing. Natasha began to panic; thoughts of you finally realizing that you deserved better clawed their way into her brain. “Dorogaya? Can we talk about this? Please!”

“Babe?” you asked, coming back. “What’re you doing in here? I thought you were gonna use Meeting room A today… W-why’re you crying?” you asked, wrapping her up in your arms. She didn’t even notice the tears that streamed down her face.

“Please don’t leave me! I promise I’ll spend more time with you, just please don’t go…” she cried into your chest, her words muffled as she tugged you into her, her grip tight.

“What are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere,”

“Then why are you taking your luggage outside?!” she wailed, her nails digging further into you, afraid that you’d leave the second she loosened her grip.

“What? Those aren’t mine.”

“Huh?” she sobbed out. “Then whose are those?”

“They’re Tony’s, from when he and Pepper used to live here. They still have a bit of stuff here they haven’t moved to the cabin yet, he wanted me to finally bring it over for him.” you explained slowly, knowing that the lack of sleep was finally catching up on your redheaded girlfriend.

“Then what about you ignoring me?” she asked softly, her grip finally loosening.

“I was listening to music,” you showed her the air pods still in your ears. “I couldn’t hear you. I didn’t even know you were in here. I thought you decided to use one of the meeting rooms instead. You know I would never intentionally ignore you,”

Natasha nodded; her eyes grew heavier listening to the soothing sound of your voice. “Promise me you’ll never leave me.” she begged, tilting her head up to look into your eyes.

“I promise, there is nothing in this world that would make me leave you. Ever.” you promised, pecking her on the lips.

“I love you; you know that right?”

“Of course, I do, and I love you too. To Vormir and back.”

“Where’s that?” she asked sleepily, her head thudding on your chest again.

“Not sure… just came into my head.” you laughed, picking her up in your arms. You brought her back to your shared bedroom, placing her underneath the covers.

“Stay,” she said, grabbing a hold of your arm.

“Of course.” Bringing her into your arms, you placed a firm kiss on her head, letting sleep envelope the two of you.

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