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#natasha romanoff drabble
blackkwidowed · 2 months
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Imagine kissing Nats bruises and scars after a mission and just being soft and showing her so much love.
I just wanna give Nat a hug tbh
just the entire concept of nat finding it so hard to be vulnerable around anyone but you is both heartbreaking yet the softest most adorable shit ever. here's a little drabble. some darker themes here as well i guess. also, best friend bucky? you got a taste of that here as well. also haven't proofread so sorry
When the few team mates arrive back off a mission, there's a dark, almost sad, atmosphere among them. Natasha, Bucky, and Clint had gone together for a few days to track something down. They'd come back early, empty handed, bruised, beaten down and overall, unsuccessful.
Natasha had looked the most upset. She hadn't been crying or anything, she just looked glum. She looked like she'd seen something no one wants to see.
Immediately you say your hellos to everyone, glad that they made it back safely and in once piece- albeit a few bruises and minor injuries. Something had happened out there.
You pull Natasha into your arms and there's something about the way she relaxes and sinks against you that makes your concern skyrocket. Fingers running through her hair, you cup the base of her skull in your hand and bring the other to her cheek for her to look at you. "What happened, my love?"
She sighs, the kind of sigh that speaks for itself.
"We found a group of kids. They'd all been locked up by these asshole guys we were trying to find. They'd been brainwashed. Beaten. Taken from their families and forced into whatever the hell kind of project that's been lined up for them."
You flinch, closing your eyes and repeating Natasha's sigh from before. You understand now.
"Got jumped by some security who've had training from God knows where. Good enough to get some hits in, put it that way." She cranes her neck a little, moves her hair out the way, enough to show the budding purple mark under her ear that's making it way across her jaw. "Powerful bunch, these guys. We're gonna need some more planning before we go back in there."
You nod in agreement, tracing your finger gently across the mark and pressing a soft, barely there kiss to the skin.
"Are you okay?" It comes as a whisper, gentle and only just loud enough for her to hear it. "I mean, I know you're not okay as such just. What do you need?"
She smiles gently at you, pushing herself closer to you again and resting her nose in the crook of your neck. "This is good."
You press a kiss to the side of her head, looking up at the guys who're now sat at the breakfast bar of the kitchen, also looking on like they've seen a ghost. You can't help but feel sorry for whatever they've seen, it takes a lot to have them left feeling like this.
You send Nat to your room, telling her you'll be up there in a moment and to get changed out of her suit. Quickly, you make your way over to the boys and rest a hand on each of their shoulders. "You need anything you know where I am, alright?"
They thank you thoroughly, Bucky even slinging an arm around your waist and squeezing lightly as a thank you. "Take care of her, yeah? I think, maybe, she's reminded of everything she went through. It's hit her, this one. Just take care of her."
Bucky's smile is laced with pain, heartache. You don't see him like this often either. You nod at him. "Of course."
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What you find in your room is enough to make you angry. Nat's got a fair few bruises, and it makes you want to track down the bastard(s) that managed to leave such a mark on her soul.
She's sat on the end of the bed, glancing over the hand shaped mark on her arm where she'd been grabbed and thrown just hours earlier. She's not even mad that she let her guard down. Normally she'd be upset with herself, but she can't think about it.
You perch at the head of the bed against the pillows, beckoning her over in a gentle tone. She settles into your side and curls an arm around you tightly, as if she's frightened you'll leave. It only makes you grip her tighter.
Peppering gentle kisses to the side of her face, she sighs in relief and sinks somehow deeper into you, nuzzling into your neck. You're warm, familiar, comforting, you're everything she needs in a time of need.
"Thank you," she whispers against your skin.
"For what, baby?"
"Being here when I need you."
You smile softly, raising a hand to her face and brushing your fingers across her cheek. You kiss her softly, slowly, so gentle she has to pull you even closer so you'll kiss her firmer. Your lips move against hers and it might just be the highlight of Natasha's day, feeling you like this.
"You don't ever have to thank me. You know that's what I'm here for." You continue stroking her cheek, down her neck, and back up. Touches like this are her favourite. It warms her heart when she remembers the bruise on the side of her face, and the fact that your touch is so gentle against her skin that the contact with the bruise doesn't bother her even a little bit. "I love you."
Natasha hums softly, moving to lay on top of you now. She kisses you again, whispering against your mouth. "I love you."
You hold her close, hands running across her hips, fingers trailing up her back. She lays on you, nuzzled in and as close as possible. You don't ever want either of you to move, this is where you're content. This is your happy place.
She's relaxed now, happier, and you know today's at the back of her mind still but for a moment, she can forget about it. She feels safe now, comforted. You're her happy place, her everything, her lifeline. To her, you make it worth it.
"Get some sleep for me okay?" You murmur into her hair.
You feel her nod against where she lays on your chest. "Only if i can stay here."
You give a soft laugh, rubbing a hand up her back and tangling into red hair. "Always."
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star-xxx1 · 6 months
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Cervix kisses 18+
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Stalker! Pervert! Best friend! Natasha x fem!reader.
Warnings: G!p Natasha, dub-con, Somo, masterbation, a bit of a breeding kink, dom Natasha, praise kink and degradation kink, stalking, pantie stealing, pictures (idk what to call it), groping, mommy kink.
A/n: In order of kinktober, even though I am not doing it I thought I should at least do one, right? Natasha is a lot of things here.
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A faint luminescence emanated throughout the void, casting ghostly shadows on the walls and floor. soft, guttural sounds along with heavy panting filled the room. Your name gentle rolling off Natashas tounge as she moved her hand frantically up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of water running and skin slapping echoed in the room, providing a sensual backdrop to Natasha's lewd performance. She continued to watch you through the hidden camera that she had installed In your shower, capturing your evey move.
You hummed to yourself while scrubbing your body with the soapy loofah, having no idea that you were be watched. A pair of your panties were wrapped around Natashas dick as she jerked off to the site of your beautiful body, wishing it were your soft hand instead of hers. You had no clue that they were in the hands of your bestfriend. You thought you had just lost them around the house. Natasha stole them whilst you were sleeping, on one of your many sleepovers you guys enjoyed. She sniffed them before stuffing them into her bag, the smell of your prefect pussy lingering on them causing her strained cock to become even harder.
Her eyes glued to the screen, her hand squeezing her pulsating sex harder. her breathing hitching as she neared climax. she threw her head back into the soft, fluffy pillow with a moan and arched her spine, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wide. Thick ropes of cum squirting out and drenching your panties. Natasha's body shuddered under the force of her orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode out the intense sensation. Finally, she opened them again, focusing on your figure in the shower once more.
"See you soon, pretty girl." She whispered out, throwing your cum soaked panties to the side. She shut the laptop. Standing up to shower herself, getting ready for the sleepover that you both planned today.
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Two hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was the only sensation you could feel. The white soft bedding was nothing compared to Natasha's hands on your body. She pulled you into her front as you wrapped your arm around, entangling your legs together. She kissed your rosy cheek, and you smiled. "What did you love most about today?" Your voice came out smooth as slik.
They was so much to pick out of. The time when you needed help getting your bra off, and you exposed your back to Natasha asking her to unclip it. She pulled you down onto her lap abruptly. She wasn't embarrassed that she knew you could feel her hard on, biting her lip to stifle a moan at the pressure, as she aided you. Or when you bent over numerous times to get stuff out of the counters. Or when you need her help to reach something, she grabbed your hips and lifted you, pining you against the marbel counter with her crotch, whilst her hands roamed up dangerous, close to your plush boobs. Or...
There was just so much that Natasha got to go with you today, being able to touch you in places where you wouldn't allow anyone else to. You and Natasha had a very flirty friendship and were so comfortable with each other. You would pee with the door open, get dressed in front of her, share all your secrets, and she would do all the same back to you. Only if you knew that it only fueled her sexual desire to break you into her toy, dominate you, be your only source of comfort. And even in the friendish zone, she controlled you. It was like you were both obsessed with each other, telling each other every detail. The number of times that you had been mistaken as her girlfriend were astronomical because of how lovey you guys were for 'just friends', but you couldn't lie. You definitely had caught feeling for the redhead, maybe even more...
"I don't have a favourite. I love doing everything with you." She whispered into the cold night air. "Aw, that's sweet and kinda cheesy." You joked out. She chuckled and held you closer. "Good night, sweetheart."
"Good night, Natty." You nuzzled your head into Natashas chest. Her clothed breasts develop your face whole.
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Natasha adored your light snores. She found them adorable. Her hand coming down to caress the smooth swell of your ass, which stuck out of your flimsy sleep shorts. 'I bet you're so nice and tight,' she thought to herself, squeezing the soft flesh. She couldn't help but fanitise about you. Your curves and your shape were perfect in Nat's eyes.
"Natasha." The name came tumbling from your mouth In a moan like manner. She stared at you, wondering if you had woken up and felt her rough hands on your ass. But no, you were still fast asleep. "Dreaming about me, princess?" She whispered into your ear, carefully biting it.
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and got up for the bed, making sure not to wake you up. Natasha carefully turned you on okay the back, lifting up your shirt. Your pretty pink nipples are standing tall and proud. "So precious." She cooed. She lovingly kissed your breasts valley.
Natasha started taking pictures of your bare breasts, and you cute buds. Your ass too. She couldn't wait to add this to her collection of your body. She had them on her phone to view at any time, pictures on her wall that she took down when you came over, and in scrapbooks. She just loved you very much.
After taking around 30 pictures, she stopped, getting back into the comfy bed and wrapping her arms around you. She stared at your boobs. Her hard on getting painful. "You look so peaceful when sleeping, princess." Her hands ducking into her boxers, pulling out her thick cock.
"Natasha." Came the name out your plump lips again, your unconscious form shifting a bit. "I know, baby, it will all be okay." She fake pouted. Natasha moved your legs apart, settling in between them. Rubbing your clothed pussy.
"I've been waiting so long for you, baby." Natasha dragged the cotton materiel down your legs. Looking down at your panties, she saw the thick layer of slick. your pussy glistening in the moonlight. "A wet dream, huh?" She teased. She came to hover above you, each hand planted firmly beside your head. She stared at your soft face, kissing your forehead. "This is going to be so good doll."
She smirks as she positions her cock at your dripping entrance. With a gentle push, she slides into your wet pussy, filling you up. She groaned and bit her lip to contain herself. Slowly and gently, she begins to thrust into you, her hands running up and down your sides soothingly as she takes you slowly. her breath warm against your neck as she continues her slow, sensual rhythm. The tip of her cock rubs against your sensitive inner walls, causing tiny jolts of pleasure to run through you. You suddenly jolted awake with a loud moan. Natasha's eyes flashed as she saw you wake up, She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered.
"Baby, you're tight." her meaty shaft sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting through your body. "Fuck yes baby, mommy's cock is deep inside you. You feel so good wrapped around me."
You couldn't stop the moans that spilt out of you as the redhead used you for her pleasure. You tried to wiggle away, but her strong hands firmly held you in place. "Natty!" You gasped out as she slapped your thigh. "You can't fucking run slut" her hand came to cover your mouth, preventing your cries. Salty Tears rolled down your face, not from fear, no pleasure. "You promise to be good?" Her hips came to a halt, you let out a loud muffled whine, as you nodded profusely. Natasha laughed at your pathetic little self. her breath warm against your skin. She let go of your face, her fingers moving to play with your nipples gently as she begins building up the intensity as she goes. Your arms go to wrap around her back, holding her close.
Feeling your arms wrap around her, Natasha leans into the embrace, her body flush against yours. Her thrusts become deeper and harder now, pushing herself fully inside you with each stroke. "That's it, baby. Take mommy's big cock." You moans mixed together like a lustful harmony. "Fuck, you feel so good," Natasha groans out, her hips pushing into yours with more force as she hits deep inside you once again. "Mommy loves you, baby girl." She peppered your forehead with kisses as your mind slowly started to drift off into a land full of pleasure.
"I love you too." You whimper out.
"My little cumdump," She smirks, a calculating bossiness lacing her tone. Her hips begin to grind against yours once more, taking control of their shared rhythm. "You're so fucking sexy when you take my cock like this. You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my babies?" Her cock tip perfectly kissing your cervix sending pleasure through out your body as you clawed at her back. "Mommy!" You cried out, her cock nuzzled perfectly into you. Natasha's nails dig into your hips as she leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue dives into your mouth, exploring and claiming territory as she continues to pound into you. "Letting you best friend fuck you like this? Such a desperate whore." She said looking down at your, with was twisted in pleasure. "Y-your whore." You stutter out. Becoming nothing more but a mindless bitch for the addicting redhead. Natasha chuckles softly as she feels you start to twitch and squirm beneath her, her thrusts becoming more erratic and intense as she nears the edge herself. "That's it, baby. Let mommy watch your pretty face as you cum."
She groans out, her hips bucking wildly as she feels your cum surrounding her cock. Then, with one powerful thrust, she releases herself into you, filling you up with her hot seed as you scream in pleasure. She pants heavily, her body shuddering from the intense orgasm. Her eyes meet yours, filled with satisfaction and love. Natasha smiles softly as she feels your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Her hips continue to grind against yours, her cock still buried deep inside you as she rides out her own pleasure. She pulls out of you, leaving your trembling body, your abused cunt sticky with combined fluids. "That was quite the show, baby girl."
"Natasha." You whined out feeling vulnerable after being fucked so harshly by her.
"Shhh." She soothed you.
You felt your pussy gaping, her cum dripping out of you. You whined as you felt your sensitive body begin pulled and up manhandled. She sat you in her lap, your eyes heavily. But before you fell into sweet sleep, you heard your best friends voice. "Can I get a kiss, baby?" You nodded, eyesight hazy. You captured her lips in a sweet, lovingly kiss before falling deep alseep, fucked out. She chuckled and kissed your forehead before lifting up your limp body and taking you to the bathroom. She was going to give you the best aftercare since you were now her perfect princess. Well, you always were.
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marveicinematics · 10 months
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the roommate (natasha x reader, smut)
Summary : You get a little too nosy about your roommate’s life, and she decides to make you forget about all your questions.
Pairing : Nathasha Romanoff x female reader.
Words : 1,345.
TW : Smut. Dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, squirting.
Note : Repost from a post I unwillingly deleted!
“Where have you been?“ You shouted when Natasha walked inside the apartment, shoving her bag against the wall before sitting down on the couch.
“Nowhere.“
Natasha had been your roommate for three weeks, now. Most of the time, the two of you had fun. It was nights out with drinks, watching Netflix all day long, ordering pizza while chatting about your ex-lovers and experiences. You found out about pieces of her life, mostly insignificant details. Like, that one time she had a threesome with two girls in a luxury hotel bathroom. Details that were described enough for you to start soaking your panties right next to her, sitting on the damn couch.
Natasha was attractive. No, she was stunning and hot and mostly fuckable. You stopped counting the number of times you pleasured yourself thinking about her body and how sassy she was. Her whole attitude was making you weak on your knees, and you stopped trying to hide it, at some point.
But Natasha was hiding so much from you. One of the things she refused to tell you was where she was, when she disappeared for days.
“You know I almost called the cops, right? It’s been almost a week.“
“Missing me, babe?“ She teased, a smirk on her face as your cheeks turned a warmer shade of red hearing the pet name she just gave you.
“I was worried.“ You replied, crossing your arms against your chest.
The seriousness emanating from your stance must have cool her down, because she sighed loudly, and left the living room, walking straight toward her bedroom.
“Natasha, wait!“ You shouted, following her, determined to find out what your roommate was up to.
She simply ignored your plead, entering the bedroom without giving you a look. When you arrived, Natasha was standing nearby her bed, her t-shirt shoved on the floor, revealing a push-up bra you had never seen before. It wasn’t the first time you saw Natasha half-naked, but you couldn’t help to stop and stare. Fuck, she was the definition of sex appeal.
“Like what you see, babe?“
She must have noticed your reaction, because she didn’t look as bothered from your presence, now. Her smirk was back on her face and this sparkle in her eyes would let you know that she wasn’t going to let you go this easily.
“I’m sorry, we will talk later.“ You mumbled, taking a step back as Natasha was walking towards you.
“Oh, come on.“ She said, closing the space in between you. “You seem so stressed, lately. Let me take care of you, just for once, okay? You know I’m good at this.“
You froze. It wasn’t because of the fact that she mentioned that you looked stressed lately, despite the fact that you hadn’t seen her in days. It wasn’t because of the way her hand grabbed your shorts to push them down your legs, revealing your panties. No, you froze because no matter how many times you had thought about Natasha fucking you senseless, hearing her say it made your pussy clenched faster than ever before.
“Oh, my god. Someone’s wet already.“
You didn’t even realize how her fingers disappeared between your bodies before she actually touched you. Right there, rubbing your clit through the fabric of the panties, making moan louder than you should have. She was right, you were already wet for her. And you had no idea how to control it.
Your mouth found hers, and it was really your only reaction. Kissing her, tasting her pink lips for the first time, so she wouldn’t say anything that would make you dripping wet in a matter of seconds. Natasha reciprocated the kiss so fiercely, as if she had been waiting for it. Maybe she was. You were, at least. You thought about it every time she smiled, every time she bit down her lower lip, every time you heard moans coming from her room and you knew she had her own hand buried deep between her thighs.
You were getting sweaty just from the kiss and the way her fingers worked wonders against your panties. Taking one step back, you took your shirt off, revealing your naked chest. Once again, that sparkle in Nat’s eyes. You knew you were in for a good time. Laying down on her bed, you spread your legs as wide as you could. She crawled on the bed, right between your thighs, and it was the most erotic vision you ever had. Her expert hands took your panties off your body and, before you knew it, her mouth was against your pussy, devouring it.
“Fuck, Nat!“ You screamed as you felt her tongue licking your slits eagerly, eyes locked with yours. “That’s so hot, baby.“
You felt her fingers tightening against your thighs, probably leaving bruises along the way, but you loved it. Eyes rolling back and heart racing, you felt Nat’s tongue entering your cunt as deep as she could. It wasn’t just a guess, you already knew this would be the best fuck of your life.
“Oh god, yes. Keep going, please.“
You didn’t even know why you were so talkative. As if she was going to stop. Her fingers started massaging your clit, and soon enough she was ruthlessly touching it, sending shivers down your spine.
“Wait,“ you tried to speak between loud moans, feeling your pussy clench around her tongue already. “You’re gonna... You’re gonna make me cum.“
It didn’t seem to stop her. Her tongue left your pussy, only for two of her fingers to dive deep inside you, curling just a little, exactly how you needed it — right there. Fingering you as hard as she could, her second hand was still abusing your swollen clit. You felt it build, stronger and stronger, deep inside yourself. It wasn’t like any orgasm you had before. It was deep and strong, it was taking its time, making you scream in anticipation. She took you right there, on the edge of the most breath-taking orgasm. Your legs trembling already, the sound of her fingers slamming inside your wet pussy, your heavy breath as you felt everything around you spin.
And you came, squirting on her bed in a way you never even knew was possible. You came hard, screaming incoherent words as her fingers kept fucking you.
“That’s it, baby“ you heard her say, “let it all out“. And her fingers wouldn’t stop, even when you thought you were done.
“Natasha, I can’t...— Oh my god, oh my god, yes.“
She didn’t stop, even after you finished squirting. Her fingers covered with your orgasm, she kept fucking your oversensitive pussy harder than before. You felt it build again inside you, so quickly. There was no way she was making you cum again, was there?
“Once again, be a good girl, yeah?“
You don’t even know why you nodded, whispering “yes“. You were just lost in pleasure and sensations you had never ever felt before. The orgasm was nearing again, and Natasha could feel it. While she fingered you a little slower, her tongue found your clit, licking it up and down expertly. Once again, your eyes rolled back. And once again, you knew she was going to make you cum. Hard.
One of your hand grabbed her hair, pushing her face against your needy cunt. You wanted to cum, you needed it. Your hips started to thrust back at her fingers’ pace, feeling them slamming harder and deeper inside you. Damn, she was hitting that spot again.
“Fuck, I’m coming again. Baby, don’t stop, I’m coming again!“
It was only a matter of seconds, and you were riding your second orgasm. Not as strong as the first one, but enough for you to see stars and heavens.
“Oh! Fuck!“ You screamed shamelessly. “Natasha, fuck fuck fuck fuck yes!“
Your dirty mouth seemed to amuse her. When you opened your eyes again, she was staring down at you, smirking again.
“Up for round two, babe?“
That’s when you knew. Natasha would not let you sleep, tonight.
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greatapebroly · 1 year
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So I saw you were looking for request so here I am!!
Basically Natasha and Reader are arguing because Natasha came out of no where and started accusing Reader of doing something but the reader is just like “what? What are you even talking about I didn’t do that” but Natasha doesn’t believe her and walks out and doesn’t talk to the reader for awhile until one of the avengers has to explain to Natasha that reader didn’t do anything wrong and it was someone else.
You can end it any way you want to.
Anyways bye hope you have a nice day/evening/night
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 3,213
Warnings: Arguing, yelling ofc, Nat ignoring R at first, a punch, a push, mentions of beating, mentions of past hydra affiliation, an emotional rollercoaster i think, like 20 people get beheaded im joking
A/N: this was not supposed to take as long as it did. that is a fault on my behalf and i am sorry for the prolonged wait but now here we are if you're still interested. I hope you don't mind video games bc that's what R is doing before shit hits the fan. First angst fic so i'm kinda nervous butt i've read a fuckton of it so I tried to incorporate that into my own ideas? but enough from me since i've made you wait long enough. and pleaseeee enjoy
I Did What..? (N.R)
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Your typical day at the compound consisted of waking up next to the most beautiful redhead in the cosmos, giving her a kiss, followed by 20 more, showering, eating breakfast, training/mission, then you hop on the game.
After a long day of saving people and interacting with them it's nice to have something to ease your mind at the end of the day.
Your favorite game was Call of Duty Black Ops 4. Occasionally, Natasha would join you but she was busy giving Wanda some pointers to hone her hand to hand combat skills. So it was just you and that's normally how you liked it.
You don't have to worry about reviving any of your teammates nor yourself since you're damn good at the game and you can go through whichever easter egg much quicker.
It was around 6:30PM and you'd beaten Voyage of Despair twice before moving onto Ancient Evil.
Your day was pretty good. You were able to play Xbox all day without any distractions from that eccentric boy Tony always has around. No Morgan to beg you to let her play with you then throw a hissy fit when you throw her out. Nobody bothered you and it was great. It was like nothing could ruin your good day and you were happy about that.
Days like this aren't common for you unless Natasha is around or in close proximity to you so you were proud of your improvement since Hydra.
Natasha still hadn't returned to your shared room and it's not that you thought something happened to her, it's just that she said she'd only be with Wanda for an hour and it's been 3 of those.
You contemplated searching for her but you were so close to the boss fight and you were sure she was alright so you turned your attention back to the game.
You were delivering the final shot to the Boss, Zeus, on Ancient Evil when the door to your bedroom flew open and in the doorway stood Natasha.
The angered look on her face was foreign to you as you ran up to her to engulf her in a bone crushing hug after not seeing her all day.
"I missed you Natasha you left me alone a lot longer than you promised to." You said as you buried your head in her chest.
Upon seeing this Natasha almost felt bad for being angry at you. She knew you were fragile as far as emotions and wanted to forget about the whole thing and cuddle you for infinity but that quickly subsided when she remembered why she was here.
That fucking conversation with Wanda. She knew deep down inside her that you would never betray her like this but her mind was so clouded with her emotions that she didn't even think when she pushed you off her.
You hit the ground hard but for you it felt like a cloud.
"Natty?" You asked confused by her sudden actions. It was then you looked up and noticed how pissed she looked but in a dangerously calm way.
You knew Natasha would never intentionally hurt you but the way she was right now you weren't entirely sure so you stood up and thought of what to do.
You're not exactly good in situations like this but you remembered the time she taught you how to handle people's emotions the correct way so you thought you'd put that knowledge to use right now.
"Do you need me to give you space?" You tried. No response.
Okay i'll try this.
"Do you wanna talk about it ?" You asked again.
This caused a reaction in Natasha as she moved from her spot in the doorway to the bed. It was like her body was on autopilot. Wanda words kept replaying in her mind like a broken record.
"You know I heard Y/N has the hots for Maria and if i'm being honest i can totally see it. Last week when you were on that mission in Siberia Maria kept going in and out of Y/N's room and they said that if you listen close enough you could hear squeals and what sounded moans. In my opinion the potential they have is amazing and they'd be such a cute couple. it's like a perfect fit, Maria's so tall and y/n isn't exactly short bu-"
Natasha had tuned Wanda out by then. She didn't need to hear another word. Wanda was still new kinda like you so she didn't know that you and Nat had a thing going on but the way she spoke of you and Maria made her sick to her stomach. She felt as if the whole world had been dropped on her.
She ended the training early and decided to walk around the compound in attempts to clear her mind but that was soon proven to be unhelpful.
Her mind was screaming at her to not believe the allegations but when she heard other people around the building talking about it she couldn't think otherwise and made her way to your shared room with murder on her mind. not literally
"Helloo Natty are you there?" Natasha was snapped back to reality by the feeling of you lightly shaking her shoulder.
"Why did you sleep with Maria while I was gone?" The question was so eerily calm that it would make anyone feel as if they were in an unsurmountable amount of danger.
"Natty what do you mea-"
"Don't fucking lie to me y/n i've heard what everyones been saying. That you fucked Maria on multiple occasions while i was in Siberia."
The words were coming out so calm and smoothly that anybody else would think she was asking a simple question but you could see the fire burning in her eyes.
"Natasha i didn't sleep with Maria I was just showing her-"
"Showing her what y/n!" Natasha exclaimed as she stood up. This caused you to shrink up a little out of instinct from past experiences.
"N-no i was just sh-showing her my vi-"
"Yeah showing her your virginity." Nat mumbled under her breathe and somehow it didn't reach your enhanced ears.
Something inside Natasha was screaming at her to stop but her anger overtook that something.
"You know something y/n I really thought I could trust you. I helped you free your mind of your past. I opened up to you and told you things about myself that i've never told anybody. Not even Clint and you go and pull this shit. We could've been great together Y/N and I knew that ever since we brought you back from Hydra but obviously a mistake. Once a fuck up always a fuck up."
Whatever fear you had quickly went away as those words came out of her mouth. Who did she think she was to criticize you on your past mistakes and blame you for something you had no idea about. All you wanted to do was show Maria your video game collection and maybe make another friend so that everyone could see that you were capable of redeeming yourself just like Bucky and Wanda. Was that such an issue ? Apparently it was.
"Oh so now you have no-" Natasha started but you quickly cut her off.
"Ever since you brought me back from Hydra the whole fucking building has been against me Natasha even the ex Hydra members who, you would assume, understood the hell I went through and how I was currently feeling. Maybe they could've, I don't know, helped me understand what I was feeling instead of dragging me through the dirt because I sure as hell didn't know. The only person who didn't treat me like absolute shit the whole time I've been here was you. You understood what it was like to be broken and molded into someone you didn't want to become. You were the one who taught me what it was to be a person and helped me work out my feelings. You showed me a whole new world Natasha and you're just gonna throw that away become of some bullshit you heard on the streets ? And FYI the only reason Maria was here a lot was because she asked me if she could start joining in on my gaming and I gladly said yes. She said she wanted to get know me instead of the shit she heard from everyone else and you know what ? It was nice to have someone else to talk to while you were gone. It was like a breath of fresh air to know that not everyone was against me but I didn't know me finally being willing to trust someone other than you would lead to the one I love the most treating me as if I'm a terrorist and I get it. I am. I'm a terrorist, a murderer, a fucking psycho killer but guess what Natalia Romanova SO. ARE. YOU.!" You said jamming your finger into her chest with each punctuation.
The use of her real name and your outburst caused Natasha to realize what she was doing as she tried to pull you into her arms.
"Baby let's talk this through I didn't mea-"
"Don't touch me Natalia. You hurt me. You hurt me a lot more than Hydra or anyone here ever could and you wanna know why? Because I fucking love you and for you to turn around and lay this shit on me hurt a LOT you may not care and I don't know how to explain it but it hurt Natalia and I want you to know how much you hurt me because I never want to see your face again."
"Baby don't say that you don't mean it listen I'm so-"
"I said get OUT!" You screamed as your powers started to take control of your body causing you to shake with anger.
The tears were flowing from both of your eyes was unknown to you as Natasha stood up and slowly made her way to the door knowing what your powers could do if you lost control. Hell it was way worse than what Wanda could do.
Natasha stopped to take one last look at you in hopes that you would let her redeem herself but you only pointed towards the door and said one word.
"Go." And she did. She left and she immediately regretted it as she heard glass shatter from behind your door. She wanted to turn around and go back inside.
She wanted to kick herself for letting a silly rumor get to her. She wanted to break that door down and hold you and talk things out like responsible adults but she knew that if she went back in there while you were in this state, or if she went back in there at all, that just might be the last time she ever saw the light of day.
She contemplated paying a special visit to Wanda for putting these things in her head but instead she went to the source of the problem.
Maria.
Natasha knocked on the woman's office door and awaited a response but she didn't get one. She tried again before she opened the door to see that Maria was not in her office so she decided to ask Jarvis.
"Jarvis can you tell me where Maria is please it's urgent ?"
"Miss Hill is currently in Y/N's Room but may I inform you that Y/N has specifically asked me to not let you into her room." The A.I. responded.
Those words hit Natasha like a church bell. Maria is with...you. In your shared room probably holding you like Natasha wanted to. Maria is the one comforting you when it should be her there picking up the pieces she so messily threw all over the place.
She could just see it now and it made her sick. She resented herself for her actions and she wanted to make it up but will you accept her back ? Did she even lose you ?
Everything that happened today was giving Natasha one hell of a headache and if she was being honest she needed a drink. Bad. So she headed over to Tony's.
"Ahh Romanoff how's it going?" Tony asked as he opened the door to his lab but he quickly took in the look on her face and stepped aside to let her in.
Tony wanted to ask what was on her mind but instead he just poured her the drink she so desperately needed.
After her 7th shot he took the bottle from her.
"What the fuck Stark?"
"Easy Romanoff I just wanna ask you something. " When she didn't respond he continued. "Is this about Y/N and Maria?"
Tony didn't even get a chance to react as Natasha sent a quick right hook to his jaw.
"HOLY FUCKING HELL ROMANOFF!" Tony exclaimed as he rubbed his jaw in pain. "I guess it is about them huh." He asked rhetorically but the question still made her tense up and glare at Tony.
"Woah now Red. Don't take my words as an insult i'm just trying to figure out why you came to my lab at... nine o clock at night."
Had it really been that long Natasha thought to herself. Everything happened so fast that she couldn't even register time.
"Yeah it's about them. I fucked up Tony. I let these stupid fucking rumors get to my head and I said shit to Y/N that I would've never said if I was in the right state of mind scratch that I shouldn't have said any of that period I can't make excuses for my mistakes. I know she's delicate coming straight outta Hydra and all but I don't know what came over me it's like I became a whole 'nother person."
Tony didn't interrupt once nor did he know what the fuck Natasha said to you, but he did know that none of the rumors were true but how exactly did he tell Natasha this without risking the possibility of death or serious life threatening injuries but you only live once so fuck it.
"So you do kno-"
"I know. I'm just fucking ignorant. She tried to tell me so many times that that wasn't the case but I didn't listen and now I think I just lost the one true person I ever gave a fuck about. How do I even face her when Maria is with her giving her the love and affection she should be getting from me in a situation like this."
Tony smiled as he saw you walk through the door. Not because he liked you per se, don't get him wrong he doesn't hate you like everyone else but he doesn't exactly invest his time in trying to get to know you. He smiled because he knew you caught the last few lines of Natasha's rant and hopefully Nat would leave so he can finish his work. As much as he loved his red haired friend he loved working his ass off more.
"Natasha?" You called out and this made Natasha turn around so fast you'd think she'd have whiplash. She couldn't believe her eyes as she got up and started walking towards you.
"Baby I-" She started but you hushed her and pulled her outside.
"Listen I really wanna-" Natasha started again but she stopped when you placed your arms around her neck and brought her in for a kiss. And another. And another. Followed by another until you finally spoke.
"I know i'm not good with my emotions but when you started accusing me of sleeping with Maria it felt like a fire was starting inside of me and I wanted to extinguish it but the flames kept growing and somebody was trying to put them out but the flames engulfed them entirely and that somebody was me and I had to watch that somebody burn alive and it-"
"Shhh you don't have to explain yourself. If anything I should be the one explaining. Actually I don't think I can explain what I said to you but I can at least try. I didn't mean any of those words I said okay ? Not a single one but that doesn't exclude the fact that I still said them.
"No Natty you were right once a fuck up always a fuck up I can accept that because it's true but what I can't accept is how I called you all those horrible names but I forgive you."
Natasha watched confused as you backed away from her and opened your arms in an assumingely hugging gesture but instead you said
"Go ahead and beat me as many times as you'd like I can take it. As long as you don't leave me i'll let you hit me as much as you want as compensation for what I said to you earlier and for being involved in something that made you mad. I shouldn't have been talking to Maria in the first place and that's a fault on my behalf and i'm sorry and I wanna show you that so go ahead and get it over with."
Natasha heart broke at the sight of you. She knew you were only doing this because Hydra would beat you for the slightest reason. It's like a defense mechanism for you. Over-explaining and degrading yourself in an attempt to get off the hook.
Natasha took a step towards you and you closed your eyes as you braced yourself for the impact but instead you were engulfed in the warmest hug ever.
You opened your eyes confused as to why you weren't being flung around right now but as if she read your mind, Natasha answered the question for you.
"I would NEVER inflict ANY kind of harm onto you even if it meant saving my life do you understand me Y/N L/N?"
You didn't exactly grasp the concept of what she was saying because if you did something wrong then a harsh punishment should follow but you liked how Natasha arms felt. The same feeling you got when you woke up in them every morning unless she was on a mission.
"I'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry. im sorry. i'm sorry. im sorry. im sorry." Natasha said between kisses.
"Natty I already told you I forgive you."
"I know but what you just said and did shattered my heart into a million little pieces. I just want you to know that despite everything you've been through and despite all the shit that unfolded today, I love you Y/N. I love you so fucking much that I could scream it from the top of Mount Olympus and it still wouldn't be enough to express my love for you because that's how much I fucking love you."
"So, tell me who all was fucking with you while I was gone."
Today was probably the weirdest day you'd had in a while but you're sure that weirder days were to come especially since you're an Avengers dating another Avenger but you wouldn't have it any other way especially if you had a Natasha Romanoff by your side.
A/N: Too much ? Too little ? I never wrote angst before so I kinda just went with the flow. Let me know in the comments please and thank youuuuuu for reading and for your request.
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It's Lights Out And Away We Go
Natasha isn't the only one obsessed with the motorcycle her wife got her. Turns out it's perfect for knocking Katya's ego down a notch as well.
- Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost Series) - Wordcount: 1.4k - No warnings :) Masterlist
A/N: thank you @milfs69420 for the idea! Hope this is what you had in mind :)
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Most men had a motorcycle to escape their wives, let's be honest. A reason to hide in the garage and go out for long drives. A hobby "for themselves" that their wives hated.
Natasha was the opposite. While she loved riding her bike instead of the car when the weather was nice, she didn't often go touring just for fun. Not alone, at least. After an hour, she was bored and missed her partner. 
But every now and then, it was a nice way to clear her head. The weather was beautiful today and Katya was at work, so she'd taken the opportunity to pull her shiny new motorcycle out of the garage, driving aimlessly until her fuel meter flickered red.
Pulling up at a gas station, Natasha turned her engine off and kicked out the stand. A group of bikers—black leather, long beards, broad-shouldered—watched her from a distance, half of them mounted on their bikes, half enjoying the shadows of the small gas station store. They were intimidating to most, the reputation of biker gangs not helping their image, but Natasha wasn't bothered, twisting the fuel tank cap by her seat off.
Her helmet gave her a sense of anonymity on the streets that she didn't often get to experience otherwise. While her long red braid peeked out from underneath, she wasn't immediately seen as Natasha the Avenger. Right now, she was just a woman, dressed in black, on a very, very nice motorcycle.
"Nice bike!"
She looked up from the fuel nozzle in her hand, her visor popped open just enough to see, but not enough to get recognized. One of the bikers had called out to her, an appreciative smile on his bearded face. It wasn't the first time people gave her bike hearteyes, and it wouldn't be the last.
"Thanks!"
As expected, he came over to her, leaving his helmet on his motorcycle. Men could never resist something pretty. "How fast does she go?" He asked. His plaid shirt was tight around his thick arms, his leather vest worn in as he held onto it. He looked nice enough.
"Do they ever go fast enough?" Natasha joked, hearing Katya's warning voice in her head that yes, the bike could definitely go too fast.
A deep laugh rumbled in his chest. "No, they don't." Now that he stood closer, he gave her bike another thorough once-over, nodding appreciatively. "You take good care of her, she's like new."
"She is still pretty new," Natasha answered. Talking to strangers wasn't usually her favorite, but he had genuine interest in something she was proud of and enthusiastic about, so she was happy to chat. "It was a gift." 
"A gift?" The man whistled through his teeth. "You must have done something right."
Natasha grinned. "You'll have to ask my wife." 
It's a good thing her mouth was covered by her helmet, because her smile showed exactly how she felt about that wife of hers. To be safe, she averted her shimmering eyes too, watching the numbers on the pump climb as the gas poured into her tank. 
"Your wife?" The man exclaimed with a disbelieving laugh, his beer belly shaking. Clearly he wasn't used to wives being supportive of this hobby. "You're a lucky woman. I wish my wife was into this." 
"She's not. Not really. But she knows that I am." Natasha pulled the fuel nozzle out of the tank, careful not to scratch the paint. He must be hearing the fondness in her voice as she spoke of Katya. "Cars are her thing."
"Then she did her research, because this is a beauty. Don't often see rare ones like these." Once more, his eyes glided over the bike, trying to take in every detail. 
"Yeah, sometimes in life you get lucky, I guess," Natasha joked.
"Some more than others." He laughed, offering her his gloved hand. "I'm Rufus by the way."
"Natasha." She smiled, firmly shaking his hand. It almost engulfed hers. This was such a normal, human interaction. A stranger who talked to her just because they both loved the same things. It was so refreshing and unusual.
"If you'd ever want to join us, it'd be great to have you. It's just us men today, but we have women riding with us too." Rufus followed her gaze to his buddies who were too busy joking with each other. "Promise they aren't half as bad as they look."
Natasha didn't expect to feel excited at his offer. This man had no clue who she was, but he hoped she'd stick around for her personality and shared interests alone. She couldn't wait to tell Katya this. "Thank you."
Rufus nodded once. "I'll let you get on your way." His heavy boots took a step back to make space when she kicked up the bike stand. "Thank you for blessing us with this today."
"You're welcome," Natasha mused proudly, turning the key over in the ignition. With a roar, the engine came to life, and she heard Rufus's delighted groan over the rumbling. For good measure, she revved the engine a few times, grinning widely as she shut her visor and shot away from the gas station.
As Natasha lazily weaved in and out of traffic, she couldn't stop smiling. Her interaction with Rufus was such a stupid thing to be excited about. Someone complimented her motorcycle, how exceptional! But it was way more than that. 
Rufus made her feel wanted and welcome. He invited her to join them. Someone wanted to be her friend for the simple fact that they had the same hobby, not because she was useful or famous. And she was as giddy about that as a kid getting an invite for a classmate's birthday party.
He'd also unintentionally reminded her of just how privileged she was. An expensive motorcycle between her thighs, the money she and Kat had to get themselves these nice things, but most of all a supportive wife who bought her the bike. It wasn't a given to have a partner like that. 
The butterflies in her stomach fluttered happily thinking about her happy, good little life.
Fifteen minutes from home, something colorful caught Natasha's eye in the distance. It was hard to tell because of the reflecting sunlight on all the car roofs, but as she came closer, she could start to make out the distinctive orange color between the rest of traffic.
Slowly, she came closer, squinting her eyes trying to make out the number plate, but it should have been pretty obvious that it was who she thought it was. Who in New York had the exact same car, in that color, and managed to drive it that shitty?
With a smirk, she sat up and called Katya, hearing the call connect through the earbuds in her ears.
"Hi! I'm almost home."
"I know." Natasha smirked, now only four cars behind.
There was a short pause as Katya processed that answer. "Are you stalking me?" She accused her with a chuckle. Right then, Natasha merged behind her car, weaving slowly to pull Katya's attention to her rearview mirror. She knew it worked when a gasp came through the phone. "Oh, hey!"
"Hello," Natasha mused, speeding up until she drove next to Katya's window, giving her a small wave. "Fancy seeing you here."
Katya stared at her for longer than was safe. "It has to be illegal for you to drive around on that thing. You're a distraction to all the other drivers."
"Is that why you drive like a drunk grandma?" Natasha saw her scowl through the window.
"Take that back."
Natasha's sly smile widened. "I'll take it back if you press your foot on the gas pedal."
"I can beat you home if I wanted to."
"Bet."
"Bet." Katya adjusted her seat, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. "We start at the next sign post."
Natasha pressed her chest closer to her motorcycle, wrapping her fingers securely around the handles. "Enjoy the view off my ass, because that's what you're going to be looking at the whole way home."
"Prepare to have it beaten."
It was a losing game for Katya. Natasha was the better driver and she had a more agile vehicle that crept into places the car couldn't. By the time she pulled up on the driveway at home, Natasha had already parked her bike inside and pretended to wait impatiently on the porch. 
Katya woke up the next day to find a sticker on her car. 
"Warning: Slow moving vehicle."
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growup-thatbeautiful · 11 months
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Summary: Natasha still needs to be told to take a break sometimes. That’s what she has you for.
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A/n: hey guys… she’s back! just a short little fic for our fav ♥️
Take a Break
“Natasha,” you say for the third time. She looks up from her computer, eyes unfocused and her hair all over the place. You can see from here the bags underneath her eyes and the exhaustion creeping along her form. You’re positive that her back is killing her, and you can see how she keeps stretching her cramping hands. “You’ve been working for hours, how about you take a break, love?”
“I’m almost done,” she distractedly answers. “I need to get this done before the 11th.”
“That’s two week away,” you laugh. “You have plenty of time before then. Come on, it’s time to go to sleep.” The twinkling city lights are glimmering behind her from the huge windows in her home office. The sun has long since gone down, and even the bustle of the city’s nighttime noise has died down. You’ve had enough of sleeping in a cold bed for the past few nights, and you know Natasha well enough to know that she won’t take a break without you prompting her.
When she doesn’t move, you pad over to her desk and turn her spinning chair towards you. Gently, you cup her cheeks in your hand and brush a stray curl out of her face. You don’t think she does it consciously, but she leans into your touch and her eyes flutter shut.
“I have to keep working,” Natasha mumbles, her voice breaking. Not a lot of people get to see her like this with her guard down, and you consider yourself lucky to be one of those few.
You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how beautiful she is, even when she’s exhausted. Yes, there are bags underneath her bloodshot eyes and the gray sweatpants she’s wearing are beyond wrinkles and stained, but she’s still the most stunning woman you’ve ever seen.
“Not tonight, you don’t,” you respond just as quietly. “You’ve done a week's worth of work already. You have time to relax.”
You shouldn’t be surprised when Natasha sets her jaw and stubbornly replies, “I don’t want to.”
Maybe it’s time to switch tactics. “I’m sentencing you to cuddle with me in bed,” you announce, grabbing her hand and pulling her to follow you. “For at least 12 hours.”
“Just five more minutes,” she pleads, looking completely pitiful. She even gives you the puppy dog eyes as she childishly refuses to move with you.
“Nope,” you respond cheerily. “Someone’s got to take care of you, and I’m pretty sure if I called Yelena she would agree.”
“That’s not fair,” she protests. “Why would you bring her into this?”
“Because I have to blackmail you into coming to bed with me.” You keep trying to pull her with you, and she eventually relents. Instinctively, you thread your fingers with hers and kiss her knuckles while she treads behind you. “Come on sleepy.”
“M’ not sleepy,” she argues, but you know that she’s just being stubborn at this point. “Just need to close my eyes.”
“Sure,” you agree easily. “You need to close your eyes for a quick little 12-hour nap.”
Natasha nods along and you grin at her. She’s following along behind you, her eyes half-closed as she lets you lead her.
Once you’re in the bedroom, Natasha gives up on trying to not look tired. She flops down on the bed, her tank top riding up to show you a sliver of skin. You shrug off your hoodie and lay down beside her, your hand tracing patterns across her back. Her head turns towards you, and the corner of her mouth ticks up in a tired smile. Slowly, she cups your face in her hand and thumbs your lip before kissing you softly. “Thanks, baby,” she says, and your heart melts.
“Of course. I have to take care of my girl, right?” you respond, grinning at her and pulling her closer to you. Her head finds its place against your chest and you kiss the crown of head, smoothing her hair down in the process. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep like that, on top of the covers, holding onto you.
Sometimes she just needs to be reminded to take a break. But that’s what she has you for.
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[ OCT 31 ] - Doing So Well
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[ Kinktober prompt ] - Praise kink
[ Pairing ] - Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Reader 18+
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God, you missed her so much. And by the way she looked at you when she walked through the door, her heavy bag hanging lazily off her shoulder before she dropped it onto your floor, she missed you too.
Her fallen eyes showed you just how exhausted she was, despite the obvious lack of sleep, she smiled gently at you. Her famous side smile, the one she knew you loved and adored. It made you melt.
“Hey, baby.” You hugged her waist, supporting her as much as you could as she leaned against you. The mission must of gone okay, but was probably not as easy as the report had said. “I missed you.”
She hummed against your neck, pecking it once as a silent agreement that she did too. After missions like these she loved to cuddle, and that’s what you first did technically do, but the second Nat started nipping at your jawline you knew she was in need of more. She let out a subtle whine as your hands slipped under her shirt, scratching carefully across her back.
“Please, I’ve missed you.”
You turned her over, her back now laying on the mattress. Regardless of where she was though she’d look at you with the same innocent look as always. Her red hair scattered across the pillows her head laid on, so fucking beautiful underneath you.
Your hands ran from her shoulders, down between her breasts and just barely above the hem of her shorts. Her hips bucked a little, a small frown on her face from your unneeded teasing.
“What do you want, pretty girl?”
Redness covered her face, still her hand coming up to clasp your wrist, slowly moving it even further downwards and into her shorts. Her mouth fell open slightly when she felt your fingers on her clit, eyes immediately licking with yours. She loved a very few specific things, and somehow you managed to tick each box each time.
“That feel good, huh?” You kept looking into her eyes as her wrist tightened on your wrist, encouraging you to keep doing what you were doing. “Such a good girl for me, Nat. Doing so well.”
“Please, don’t stop.” She gasped when you punched her clit, instantly getting back to circling it a moment after. Her whines and whimpers turned into small moans, ones you relished so much. Her back arched as her head dug into the pillows beneath her. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah? Your taking it so well, my love. So pretty underneath me.”
She whimpered at your words, throwing her head back as you leaned down, kissing the skin on her neck before speeding up your fingers. You liked it like this, taking care of your girl, showing her she is loved, so pretty.
“I’m gonna cum-” You couldn’t even respond, she was already rolling her eyes back before you pulled away from her neck, watching as her lips fell open into a silent scream. Your guided her through her orgasm until she was off her high, breathing heavily into the air as she opened her eyes to look at you again.
“That’s it, good girl.” You kissed all over her face, making sure to kiss her lips deeply before you pulled away. Her hair was a little messed up, lips swollen from biting on them, eyes still heavily from tiredness. “You did so well for me.”
She pulled your closer so you were laying on top of her, her arms enveloping your shoulders so that you were comfortably cuddled together. Her lips kissed your hairline before she exhaled, eyes dropping with sleep.
“Thank you, (Y/N)”
“You’re welcome, Nat.”
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fluffyprettykitty · 1 year
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hii! could u write wandanat x fem!ballerina!reader? there’s a studio in the tower and r takes ballet very seriously and practices till she gets it perfect, over and over. wandanat come home from a mission and find r exhausting herself and have to convince her to take a break. very fluffy ending
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pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader x Wanda Maximoff
word count: ~400 words
warnings: swearing, perfectionism, implied smut in the end.
a/n: and this is how we kick off the sleepover :) thank you for already sending in so many asks n i still will be acceptin asks till this friday! :)
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You repeat your movements again and again trying to perfect it. Each time trying to outdo the last. Today was the perfect opportunity, both of your girlfriends were gone on a joint mission, alongside Steve Rogers and you had the studio to yourself. No interruptions, no distractions.
Looking at the mirror you scoff and curse at yourself, only to repeat your movements, using a bot that Tony had developed especially for you to examine and analyze your movements. When the machine wrote 98,01% accuracy on the screen, you felt like screaming. You sank to your feet and buried your head in your chest before moving to take off your ballet shoes and put on your other pair.
The touch of someone else hands stops you and startles you. Maybe it was Vision, he had done something similar before and he almost never left the compound. Only for your eyes to come across Natasha's beautiful shiny green eyes, and a gentle smile sitting on her lips.
"Maybe you should take a break." Her soft voice warms your heart followed by the sound of Wanda's voice. "You're exhausting yourself this way, look at the exercises with fresh eyes in the morning. It's way too late, you need your rest, my love."
You blink and look outside. It was bright darkness, you could have sworn it was still days just a few minutes ago. Looks like you got too much inside your head again.
"I-I just wanted to perfect my set."
"I know baby, I know." Natasha's soft lips press against your knuckles and she lays on the floor laying her head on your legs.
"We can all train together tomorrow. Have a nice breakfast, take a walk and then come up to the studio and dance our hearts away, how does that sound to you, my angel?"
"It sounds perfect, darling. What do you think, y/n?"
You chuckle to yourself running your fingers through Natasha's luscious red curly hair while Wanda rests her head against your shoulder.
"Alright." You sigh deeply but then your worried face transforms into a grin. "But I call dips on the shower." You point out looking at them still wearing their stealth suits.
"Oh, no, that's gonna be a group adventure."
"You know how much water we're gonna waste right?"
"Hmm, then maybe fun first, shower later?"
"Sounds good to me."
Suddenly you were being lifted to your feet followed by thunderous laughter and everything felt right in the world.
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crystalwrizz · 9 months
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Stop forgetting who you belong to.
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Warnings: implied non con, abusive relationship, toxic relationship, angst, smut, blurb, Drabble, short(obviously)
WC: 150+
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“(Y/N), open the fucking door!” Natasha beats her fists against the car window, screaming at you from outside. You tremble in the corner of the backseat, and watch helplessly as the glass begins to break.
With one more hit, the glass shatters and she reaches in to unlock the door. She opens it, and crawls in over you. She quickly puts a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly.
She rushes to get her fingers inside your pussy, and starts thrusting them in and out quickly. You let out a choked whimper, silently begging her to stop.
As you reach your orgasm, she pulls away and slaps you in the face. She pulls you out of the car and puts you in the front passenger seat, and buckles you up, then handcuffing you.
She gets in and grabs the keys from your pocket. “Stop forgetting who you belong to, slut,” she says harshly, before flooring it.
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beyondspaceandstars · 2 years
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dating natasha romanoff
A/N - My "dating Bucky barnes" HC post did really well so I thought I’d make one of these ramblings for all the characters I enjoy writing about if that’s okay! :) so here’s some short random thoughts on what it’d be like dating natasha romanoff
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Natasha would be somewhat outgoing when she first meets you. She’s eager to talk to you, get to know you, impress you, everything. She’s witty and interesting, not letting herself get too tripped up by having a crush.
But that isn’t to say she doesn’t have some weak moments. When you two officially start dating, she would practically crumble when you’d really flirt back at her or give her a compliment or offer small gestures like holding the door
When Natasha isn’t in control, she doesn’t know what to do sometimes so you were both a troubling and welcomed presence in her world
Natasha seems like the type of girlfriend who would love cooking for you. It’s a secret little thing she has stored away and while she doesn’t make the most elaborate dinners, she gets excited when you eat what she’s made. Sandwiches, soup, salads, anything.
She probably will also be the one to make coffee in the morning and have your cup ready to go for you, just how you like it because Natasha remembers these details
"Here you go. Two spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of milk." "You literally fell from heaven, huh? You're an angel?" "You're dramatic, babe."
Natasha would love to hear about your day. She seems like such a great listener given her background and history and she definitely will not accept it when you’re like, "oh today was fine." She wants step-by-step accounts because she just genuinely wants to know what her partner has been up to.
Can be a little nosy! She’s the curious type without a doubt
She can also absolutely be clingy and touchy at times but only in certain cases, like if she’s tired or tipsy, and you love that. Could see her even get a bit whiny when you two are alone.
Her crumbling when you are alone is a constant. She has to be the loving, protective girlfriend in public but alone her defenses are down and its just so sweet to see
Dates with Natasha would always be very chill. She probably just enjoys going on walks or listening to music or lunch at a restaurant. Sometimes you’re able to pull her out to a bar or somewhere more loud and interactive but its rare. She just enjoys someone else’s company.
Random thought but Natasha probably enjoys Mountain Dew and you try all the time to get her to stop drinking it because everyone knows it’s not good for you but alas…
“Honey, this drink is like neon yellow.” “Sweetheart I love you but take your hand off the cup.”
Going along with Natasha being protective, she can easily get jealous. It doesn’t manifest in obvious ways but when someone comes up who is very clearly hitting on you, the jealousy is there. Maybe she squeezes your waist a little tighter or grabs your hand at random times.
That’s when you immediately know what’s up and, honestly, you like to comfort her. Natasha very rarely lets such walls down so to see her vulnerable lets you know that she loves and trusts you. You’re always glad to be her person in that way.
Natasha does like to show you off but you’re much more about showing her off on social media. Natasha doesn’t totally care for social media — she tried learning about it after Yelena bugged her but that didn’t pan out well — so you take it upon yourself to post about her, share photos, and gush over her, even if she will likely never see it.
"Is this another one for your social feed, love?" Natasha would ask after you asked her to smile while you held up your camera. "Yes, not say 'cheese!'" And she's happily oblige.
But it’s okay, your followers love it. And people definitely text Natasha about it when you post a new pic. She’ll pretend to be annoyed or shy about it but secretly, it makes her all gooey and warm on the inside.
It would take little convincing to start a family with Natasha. Natasha seems to hold an admiration for children so once she realizes you’re The One, she’d be totally on board with whatever you wanted, adoption or having a surrogate or whatever. I have many thoughts on mom!Natasha so maybe that’ll be another set of headcanons.
Being with Natasha can kind of be chaotic, especially if she is still taking missions and stuff, but really, at the end of the day, it all just makes sense with her. You’re each other's rock and it’s incredibly strong. She offers the greatest support, and the best shoulder to lean on.
She’s faithful and dedicated in all that she does and that carries into her relationships, no matter what.
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𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞
𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭
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buckylattes · 1 year
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19. cuddles some cute fluffff with natasha established relationship (: please and thank you
18+ only
Cuddles with Natty in the fall? Consist of soooo many blankets, fuzzy socks- but only for you because she doesn’t like how they feel on her feet- warm coffee, a warm fire place, some older tv shoes and movies. The pillows are all around you guys, creating a safe space for you two to lay inside of. She has her arms wrapped all around you, hugging you close
Her hand rubs your hair/head, and she’ll caress your cheek too. They’re so warm, she thinks, so soft. You’re so pretty, and you’re all hers. Natasha can’t help but smile at that thought, she gets you all to herself.
The snow will be falling outside when it gets cold enough, but for now it’s rainy or cloudy and it’s good- it’s nice. Her soft lips provide even soft kisses, to your lips and face, to your hands. She loves adoring you so so much, not even focused on the movie. She’ll force you out of bed though when your tummy growls, saying you need to eat, so you’ll help her make food. Usually it’s french toast, or eggs, maybe a grilled cheese or pizza. Something simple but something that you both love.
Pasta is also an option, and you’re thanking her for going grocery shopping before hand, because there’s even some candy in a little bowl, but she says you just eat first before getting a piece. She doesn’t want to sound like a mom, but she knows you can get a tiny sweet tooth, so she grabs you a couple of pieces for after eating an actual meal.
Then after it all, you two take a shower, get changed intk clean comfy clothes, and start your snuggles again. This time her head rests on your chest while you play with her hair, her hands rubbing your sides as she closes her eyes and smiles- thinking of you.
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can you do a dark!g!p!step-cest Natasha Romanoff x f!reader? Please
Attitude.
Stepsis!Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader.
Warnings: G!P Natasha, Dark Natasha, crying, dub-con, forced blow jobs, fingering, dragging, swearing, arguing.
A/n: Being used by Nat >>> This is really bad and quick. Not proofread. :)
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"I am so done with your shit! Your attitude is disgusting!" Natasha screamed out, waving her hands in the air, frustrated. Ever since your mum and her dad left for town, you had been arguing with each other, at even other throats contanstly. Around 5 small petty agurments a day. This time, you had upset her by refusing her touch. She was very quick tempered and domineering, plus she had been very touchy lately.
"Natasha, I am really sorry, I didn't mean to!" You cried out, more tears falling freely.
"You say that all the time!" She seethed. "Oh, I am so sorry, Nat. Please forgive me," She mocked. "You're pathetic y/n."
"Natahsa, please, I really mean it. I am really sorry!"
"You know what? I am done with your shit." Her voice was firm and cold.
"W-what?" You breath hitched, scared at what she would do next. Natasha grabbed your hair, you hand a flew to the back of your head, trying to pull her hand away. She pushed you to your knees harshly.
"Ow!" You whine out the impact hurting your knees. Natasha laughed as she tightend her grip.
"Stop with the whining bitch." She spat in your face. you whimpered fresh tears welling up.
"You look so pretty on your knees for me."
"Natasha, please am sorry." You begged.
"Sorry isn't good enough." More tears came rushing. You really wanted Natasha forgiveness.
"Nat-" Before you could finish talking, Natasha unzipped her pants and let her shaft spring free.
"I can't resist you y/n. You're so cute. So lovable," You looked up to her with wide eyes."Get to sucking baby girl. Show me how bad you want me to forgive you." She slapped her cock against your cheek signaling for you to open up. She shook your head no.
"Nu-uh," you refused. her lips twisted into a cruel sneer. "You're playing hard to get, huh? But you know you can't resist me." You shook your head again. "Y/n, do you think I have time for this shit?! Open up!"
You refused once more. "Fine, you wanna be like that." She let go of your head with a shake and pinches your nose. You tried your best to keep your mouth sealed, but the lack of oxygen was getting to you, Natasha smeared her precum all over your lips with her pink tip, teasing you. Eventually, you opened up a little bit just to get the slightest breath off air, but Natasha was fast. She shoved her cock down your throat and let go of your nose. She grabbed your hair again to make a makeshift ponytail.
Natasha body trembles from pleasure as she sits there in your mouth. You bashed your hands on her thighs, struggling to breathe and get custom to her shaft. You looked up to her with watery eyes, mascara running down your cheeks. Her voice is rough, almost hoarse "Don't you fucking dare try to play innocent with me. You're a born slut and you love it. I can see it in your eyes."
Natashas breathing becomes ragged as she slams herself deeper inside your throat "Mmm...you feel so fucking hot. So wet. My dirty little cocksucker. Such a nasty little whore. Such an obedient little bitch. And you love every second of it don't you? Every single moment." You shook your head no. Gagging and spluttering around her cock as she fuck you throat as if it was a personal fleshlight.
"Good girl." She moaned. Using you harder and faster. Tou drooled a mixture of spit and cum down your chin and onto the wooden floor. Her grip tightens further as she cums hard, shooting hot ropes of sticky white liquid deep inside your throat. Your cheeks bulge slightly as you struggle to swallow every last drop without gagging. After what seems like forever, she finally releases you, panting heavily. You lay there on the floor, holding your chest, heaving for air.
"So good doll." She said before picking up your leg. She started dragging you into the living room. You screamed and cried, body jumping as you landed on the couch. she looked at you hungrily, licking her lips seductively. "I want more." she says firmly. The redhead straddled your legs, pinning your arms above your head. You writhed under her, begging her to let you go.
"Natasha no please!"
she laughs darkly. "No?" she asks mockingly, staring at you with an evil glint in her eye. "What if I say 'Yes?' What then?" she teases playfully, pressing her body against yours. You quickly shook your head no. She chuckled. "Oh yes, baby, let me show you what real pleasure feels like."
She smirks as she watches you struggle to free yourself from her grasp. You're trapped between her powerful thighs. The way she grinds her hips makes it clear how much fun she has in mind. She whips out a pocket knife from her Jean pockets.
"Woah!" You shouted eyes widen eyes.
"Don't worry, princess, I am not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to." She twisted her head to the side, tracing the knife down you breast valley. She smiles wickedly, slicing off your shirt and tossing it aside before ripping open your trousers and underwear simultaneously. You feel cold air rush across your exposed skin as she stares intently at you, hearing the knife clank on the floor. "Now now," she coos softly, running her fingers along your inner thighs gently. You softly cried, whimpering her name over and over again.
Natasha kissed your cheek affectionately. "Shhh shhhh It will all be alright, darling." She strokes your hair lovingly, whispering soothing words. "Just relax.. Relax..there there..." her voice becomes soft and gentle, almost hypnotic. She runs her hands over your chest and stomach, stroking your hair lovingly. "Mmmh, you're so cute when you cry so helpless," she purrs out.
She moans loudly, rubbing her hand over your chest as she continues exploring every inch of your body with passionate intensity. "Such soft skin," she murmurs. "And such sensitive spots" trailing light kisses down your neck and shoulders. "So perfect for fucking." She moves her fingers down to your clitoris, circling it gently, feeling the wetness build between your legs "mmm you're so wet. You like this, don't you?" she teases, looking at you list blown eyes. "Is this what you wanted? A weak little girl who can't even defend herself?" She giggles devilishly, squeezing your breast.
"Nat stop, please." You moaned slightly the pleasure building up.She continues teasing you mercilessly, rubbing her finger tips over your sensitive clit while fingering you slowly. Your breath becomes heavy as you struggle to keep quiet. "Please, what? Please stop?" She says mockingly, enjoying every second of your suffering.She giggles darkly. "Ahhh, but you can't stop me." She slides two fingers inside you slowly, thrusting them in and out forcefully. "Come on, come on, baby." She looks up at you expectantly, waiting for you to enjoy yourself.
She presses her thumb against your clit firmly, rubbing it rapidly while continuing to finger-fuck you ruthlessly. "That's it cum for me, baby," She whispers encouragingly, licking her lips hungrily. She smiles wickedly, watching as your body tenses up in pleasure. "That's right, come for me, baby." She thrusts her fingers in deeper, hitting your g spot perfectly, sending shivers down your spine. You cry out her name slowly, succumbing to the pleasure.
"Natasha!" You cried out at the pleasure. Repeatedly, bringing you close to climax. "Just one more push, and I'll make you cum all over my hand." She was so eager to taste your. Teasing you with her fingers, bringing you close to the edge. "Tell me, who do you belong to?" She looks up at you, her eyes dark and menacing.making your body shake with each thrust.
"You!" Your back arched off the couch. She smiles wickedly, feeling your muscles tighten around her fingers.
"Yeah, that's it. Come for me, baby. Feel the ecstasy." She grins darkly, watching as you writhe around in pleasure. She watches as your body tenses up, and you release in an intense wave of orgasm. You scream her name one final time, your whole body shuddering as you climax. She pulls her fingers out slowly, spreading your juices all over her hand and licking them with a satisfied smirk. Natasha enjoys the sight of you laying there panting heavily, unable to move or speak. "Good girl," she says softly, reaching forward to stroke your hair lovingly. "It's okay now, relax. Just lay back and enjoy the afterglow." She gives you a soft kiss on the kiss.
"Am so proud of you. Let me take care of you now. You are forgiven, baby." She cooed into your ear. You were hers now, and you couldn't deny it.
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castlecult · 1 year
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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 : 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲
pairing : natasha romanoff x fem!reader
warnings : +18, r has praise kink but that’s also me projecting, not proofread
event : kinktober 2022
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you kneeled in front of her, keeping your hands behind your back just as she ordered. you felt yourself growing impatient, natasha was simply sitting on the couch cleaning her gun.
“stop it,” she noticed you were rubbing your thighs together, seeking the stimulation. you tried to stay still and kept your gaze low. “good girl,” she praised and caressed your cheek.
“now, open your mouth,” she ordered, smirking at you. you opened your mouth, watching as she moved forward. natasha pushed her gun past your lips, you gaped surprised.
“go on,” she licked her lips, waiting. you licked it, unsure about what you were doing, then started sucking it, bobbing your head. the feeling of the gun on your tongue was strange but you trusted nat.
“you’re doing so good, baby,” she praised you again, watching attentively how your mouth moved around the gun. you found yourself staring at her chest, you could peak her nipples through her vest. “eyes on me,” you moved your gaze on her face, meeting her eyes.
“come here,” she let the gun slip out of your mouth and patted her thighs. you got up and sat on her lap, gently grabbing her shoulders to get more comfortable. “you’re being so good,” nat kissed your nose and you smiled timidly.
you stared at her while nat moved your panties aside, cold hitting your warm core. she moved the gun towards your center and you bit your lip, watching her hand and the gun disappearing between your legs.
“get yourself off,” she whispered against your lips, eliciting a low moan from you. you felt the gun softly brush against your clit and closed your eyes. “c’mon baby, i know you want to,” nat started kissing your neck, her lips and tongue tracing your skin.
you grabbed her shoulders more firmly and met the gun held by her hand. you started grinding on it, the sensation was foreign but you enjoyed it any way. nat enjoyed the little noises coming from your parted lips while your arousal gushed out of your entrance.
you grew desperate and started moving without rhythm. at that, nat pushed the barrel of the gun inside you, making you gasp. she started thrusting into you with it, at first at a slow pace and then faster, wanting you to reach your orgasm soon.
her eyes watched your face, your lips were parted and your eyes were closed, you were moaning while riding the gun faster, feeling close to release. “that’s it, give it to me,” she grabbed your face with the other hand, her thumb caressing your lower lip.
“ohh, nat…” you whined. you came around the gun while nat kept thrusting into you slowly, her palm brushing against your swollen clit. “what a beautiful mess you made,” she praised while looking down at her gun.
without second thinking, she licked it clean under your eyes. you found it extremely hot and couldn’t help but moan, nat smirked and then pushed aside her gun, grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. you could taste yourself on her tongue, your arms moved around her neck and you lost yourself in the heated kiss.
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an : i’m a slut for nat, i’m not even kidding lol. she can do whatever she wants with me… not one of the best i wrote lmao but here it is so yeah, hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading !! <3
kinktober tag list : @alexxavicry @romanoffswebs-blog @sayah13 @withakindheartx
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lis-likes-fics · 2 years
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helping them undress as they tiredly tell you their day in brief
with nat?
A/N: I guess there's like...a nudity warning. Anyway, I got super distracted while writing this because I got on tiktok and then my phone died so I got onto my phone for that and then I forgot I was writing because I started checking my Wattpad notifs. But what is that if not the writing process? Anyway, I'm back and now I will go back to writing a fic. Thx! <3
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Natasha kissed you as she greeted you at the door. You smiled at her, looping your arms around her neck. “How was your day, baby?” you questioned as she led you backwards to your shared room.
She groaned slightly, pushing open the door and closing it behind her with her foot. “I’ll tell you if you get me out of these damn clothes,” she compromised.
You nodded with a chuckle, “With pleasure.”
You began pushing her jacket off her arms as she sighed, her hands only leaving your waist to help you out. “I had tons of paperwork to do. You would think being one of Fury’s favorites would exempt you, but it doesn’t—which is unfair.”
You chuckled, folded her jacket over your arm before tossing it to the chair absentmindedly. Your eyes found hers again as you toyed with the hem of her shirt. “Hill and I had to debrief some newbies. One of them hit on me.”
You looked up at her through your lashes, pulling her shirt up and over her head before kissing the tip of her nose. “Mine,” you told her before pulling her into your chest for a moment.
She laughed, “He only has a shot if I’m trying to make you jealous—and I’m not, so you have nothing to worry about…unless you piss me off.”
You shook your head, grabbing a hold of the button of her jeans. You pulled her closer by them, your face inches apart from hers as you unfastened her jeans, undoing her zipper just the same as she stared you down. She raised a brow at you and you pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before you moved on and pulled down her pants. “Anyway,” she hummed gratefully, “remember that bitch, Lopez?”
You were undoing the clips on her bra as you hummed, eyeing her momentarily at the mention of Natasha’s work foe. When you undid it, you opened a drawer to the dresser and grabbed one of the oversized t-shirts while she threw her bra with her pile of clothes. “She got fired for mishandling evidence,” she smirked, biting her lower lip and bobbing her brows.
You smiled at her in disbelief, putting her shirt on over the top of her head. “Really?” you breathed. She nodded excitedly, unable to contain her joy at the leave of the thorn in her side. You licked your bottom lip as you examined Natasha’s body, “Good, she was a terrible agent.”
She hummed before her arms wrapped around your body. She tossed the both of you into the bed, pulling you into her chest and sighing as she rested her eyes, “Okay…now lemme just…rest here for a moment.” You chuckled and agreed, cuddling closer to her to bask in her presence.
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isabelldrabbles · 1 year
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Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Imagine: the couple watches Titanic and Natasha gets upset.
warnings: kinda sad at the end
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You huffed and rolled your eyes at the scene that was currently playing on tv. Somehow, your girlfriend Natasha made you watch ‘Titanic’ on your movie night - she has never seen it before and insisted on learning about the popular film. You have regretted it since minute one, but you kept silent to not ruin the experience for her.
At least you kept silent until now. But the ship just sank and Rose was laying on the door, Jack drifting beside her in the cold water, and you couldn’t hold back your annoyed comments anymore.
‘I love you, Jack.’ Rose confesses on screen.
‘Really?! They know each other for like two days and-’ you sigh, ’she just could move on the door and make space for him. What the-’
Natasha slapped you lightly on the back of your head and urged you to be quit with calling out your name determinedly. ‘Fine.’ You mumbled and snuggled into the redhead’s embrace.
Only a couple minutes later the iconic promise scene played and you were fighting your tiredness to not fall asleep when you noticed Nat’s irregular breathing and heard a sniffle. You moved your head and searched Natasha’s eyes.
‘Awww, Tasha…’ You put your hands on her cheeks and tenderly wiped her tears away. She turned her head embarrassed and tried to hide her crying, but you couldn’t stay away when you heard her sobs. ‘Come here, Nat,’ you held your arms wide open, ‘please.’
Natasha rushed into the embrace and clutched onto you. She hid her face in her neck and started crying hard, covering your shoulder in warm tears. After you rubbed her back and prepped kisses on her hair, your girlfriend finally seemed to calm down. You sat through the end of the movie and later you were getting ready for bed.
‘Leonardo Di Caprio made the Black Widow cry. You surprise me over and over.’ You teased her while putting on your pajamas. Natasha just watched you through the mirror and rolled her eyes.
‘Listen, Rose, you're gonna get outta here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch 'em grow.’ You quoted the movie exaggerated and made mocking moves while speaking your words. You changed your voice to imitate the other character. ‘I love you, Jack, but my body is co-’
‘Stop.’ You smiled at Natasha’s comment and motioned to get to her and hug her from behind - it was just then when you noticed Nat’s sad expression. ‘Please stop it.’
‘Oh Nat come on, i didn‘t mean to upset you, i was just joking.’
The redhead toweled her face down and scurried to the bed, not even looking at you. You sighed and turned around defeated. Natasha finished lotioning her hands and had already turned off her bedside lamp by the time you slipped under the covers.
You faced her in the dark and barely could make out her side profile before you searched for her hand on the blanket. When she didn’t pull away, you sighed in relief.
‘I’m sorry.’ You absently drew little circles on the back of her hand with your thumb, but she still stared at the ceiling. ‘What’s the matter with my girl?’
Finally, Nat turned to you and you could see her watery eyes.
‘Promise m-’
‘Nat, you can’t be serious.’ You laughed incredulously, but when Natasha stayed serious, your expression faltered. ‘Nat…’
‘Promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll survive. You won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, and never let go of that promise.’
‘Natasha I-.. that’s a joke, right?.’
She just whispered your name and looked at you with pleading eyes.
You cursed yourself for the words you were about to say, but you knew Natasha wouldn’t let go if you didn’t do it. ‘I promise.’ You sighed and kissed her hand.
‘Thank you.’
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‘Am I supposed to say ‘Never let go’ now?’ You laughed ironically while stepping forward.
You laid her favorite flowers on the ground and raised your hand to run it over the letters that were engraved in the cold stone.
‘I love you, Nat.’
Hot tears streamed down your face, and you wished nothing more than to be able to hold her again.
That was the day you swore to yourself to never give a promise again.
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