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ncis-nerd · 1 month

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Desperate Bunny

Note- Did not proofread. I think I called Nat daddy once but Wanda is daddy, Nat is mommy and Carol is captain.

Ship: Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Degradation, small use of feminine pet names, aftercare, fluff. Reader has a uterus.

About: What happens when y/n is needy and tries to be slick about it? Wanda teaches them a lesson. Fluff and aftercare after!!

Wanda smiled as her fingers brushed along y/n's face. "Awe, is our dumb little puppy needy?" The redhead cooed. Y/n whimpered in response. Carol and Nat huffed. "Of course they are, look how they're just rutting themself on my boot. So pathetic" Carol growled. Y/n desperately rode Carol's once shiny boots, now covered in her sticky wetness. "They're definitely cleaning this later" Carol mumbled to Nat. Carol lifted her boot, causing it to hit y/n's clit. They gasp softly and plead. "Please Carol, please. I need it, please captain-" they spew out. Carol smirks "Captain?" Y/n began to blush in embarrassment, their face turnt tomato red. "Awe our dumb little slut gets flustered so easily" Wanda murmured. "Stupid mutt doesn't even know what they're begging for." Nat hissed.

Y/n continued chasing their high, attempting to get off before anyone could notice. Unfortunately, their act was not subtle and was put to a stop immediately "The dumb whore thinks they can do whatever they please, get off whenever they want. They don't know their body belongs to us and we're the only ones that can bring it pleasure." Nat growled.

Wanda snaked her arms around y/n, lifting up, to her level. "Ladies I think we need to teach our puppy a lesson." Wanda purred, caressing y/n's body. Her arms light as a feather, enough to leave y/n squirming in their place. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, baby?" Carol inquired. Pressing a soft kiss against Wanda's lips. Wanda pulled away, and glanced towards Nat, motioning for her to get closer. "I think..." Wanda whispered, dragging the two closer, all y/n could hear were a bunch of hushed voices, they whined, not liking being excluded. "it's okay detka" one of the woman's voices said in a comforting tone. Nat left the room, y/n looked at Wanda confused, scrambling their brain to figure out what the three were planning.

Nat returned with rope and a vibrator in her hands, Carol began to move y/n to the bed. Nat started to tie up y/n and moved closer to their eye. Whispering "if you need to stop at anytime, you can call your safewords. Remind me what they are, my love?" Nat asked, her words tickling against y/n's ear. Y/n, stuck in their thoughts, neglects to hear Nat. "Honey?" Nat pulled away, looked at y/n concerned. This caught y/n's attention, "yes mommy?" Y/n squeaked. "Angel, I asked to hear your safewords." Nat said. "Red if I want to stop completely, Yellow to slow down and green means I'm okay." Y/n spoke. "You're doing great baby, if you need to stop then call red, detka." Nat praised.

Once Nat finished tying up y/n, Wanda turned on the vibrator that was between their legs all the way up. Y/n jerked immediately, squirming and moving all over the bed. "So responsive, so sensitive" Carol noticed. "What's the matter baby, thought you wanted more? Didn't you wanna cum, puppy?" Wanda pouted with fake sympathy and teasing y/n. They nodded in response, "p-please daddy, please- can i cum- gonna cum.." they exclaimed. "Oh..don't worry little one, your daddy decided that since you want to get off so badly, you can cum as much as you want baby." Nat smirked.

A few orgasms later, y/n was realizing what Wanda's true plan was. To make them cum as until they're begging her to stop. Until it's too much. "Have you had enough yet, puppy?" Wanda cooed, going over to y/n and admiring the tears dripping down their face. "So wet, is that for us detka?" Carol mumbled, her hands running all around y/n's soft body. "Of course it is, the whore loves this." Nat purred, latching onto y/n's nipple. Biting it softly and tugging on it. Her tongue circled their breast, coating it in saliva. Nat moved away and flicked the bud with her finger. Y/n groaned softly, arching they back and moving towards their daddy's touch. Nat smirked in response, noticing y/n's little show.

"Did you learn your lesson puppy?" Wanda spoke, moving the vibrator and putting it directly on their clit. Y/n squealed "Daddy, too much!!" They exhaled in a shakily breathe. Wanda continued, for one final orgasm. They felt that rush come over them and whined they still felt the vibrator on them. Wanda let them ride out their high, then turned off the vibrator.

Y/n laid spaced out, sprawled all over the bed. "God look at our little slut." Carol admired. "So pretty, only we can make you this way. Isn't that right baby?" Wanda cooed, not expecting a response as you were entering subspace. Nat began to loosen y/n and left little kisses on her wrists and legs that were previously tied up. Carol went to get water and lotion for their wrists, Wanda put the toys away, to be cleaned up at a later time.

A cold washcloth touched y/n's skin, they whimpered and tried to move away from the cold piece of cloth. "Shh.. it's okay detka. You did so good my love. Let mommy clean you up, hm? No more playing, all done." Wanda whispered, looking at y/n. Admiring the mess they made out of their angel, before cleaning them up. The cloth dragged through y/n's folds, they continued to whine but no longer protested and allowed Wanda to clean them up.

Carol walked in with the water and lotion. She joined y/n on the bed, pulling them into her lap after putting the lotion on them. She held the opened bottle to their mouth "Drink, baby." She murmured. Y/n took large sips. "'M so proud of you my love, ya know that?" Carol praised.

The three woman cuddled y/n. Y/n was in the middle of Wanda and Nat, their head pressed against Wanda's chest, legs intertwined with the redheads' legs. Hands drawing shapes on Wanda's unclothed stomach. Wanda smirked. Carol held Nat, and the four fell asleep.

"Still feeling floaty babes?" Carol spoke in nothing louder than a whisper. Y/n hummed in response, looking around. The bed felt lighter, Wanda and Nat were nowhere to be found. "They went to food babes." Carol spoke, noticing the way y/n was searching the room, scanning their eyes for the pair that were gone. "Wanna watch a movie in the living room, baby?" Y/n nodded against Carol's chest. As Carol stood up, she nodded y/n still laying in the bed. "Cmon babes, get up." Carol spoke. Y/n whined and did grabby hands, reaching for Carol. "Oh? Want me to carry you, bunny?" Carol questioned. Y/n nodded. Carol bent down and lifted y/n, they wrapped their legs around Carol, laying their head on Carol's head. They signed in contempt. "Oh is this more comfortable, bunny?" Carol smirked, carrying them to the living room. Carol put them down on the couch, they whined in response, from the loss of touch. "I'll be right there detka, let me just grab the remote" Carol promised, seeing y/n's distress.

"Want popcorn babes?" Carol spoke, turning on the television. Y/n shook their head and whined, they just wanted Carol. The captain laughed in response and joined them on the cough. "My clingy baby, so cuddly. Like a koala." Carol teased. Y/n hid their face in embarrassment. "Hey, hey. No need to be shy, bunny. Let me see your pretty face. Hm?" Carol cooed, removing y/n's hands from their face. "Ah! There you are, my gorgeous little bunny. What to you wanna watch baby?" Carol asked, scrolling though the list of movies. When scrolling, y/n's favorite movie comes up. Immediately, they point at the screen "Tangled!!" They exclaimed. Carol laughed at this "Oh, so you can speak now? Hmm.. are you pointing at Tom and Jerry? I can't quite tell what you're pointing at. Can you repeat that, bunny? Carol teased, wanting to hear more of their voice. "I said-" They were cut off, being attacked with tickles by Carol. They squealed. "Carol!!", squirming, breathlessly.

Wanda and Nat walked into the house with a brown baggie filled with Chinese takeout. The redhead met the eyes of the green eyed spy and smiled when they heard the voice of y/n laughing. Wanda dropped the baggie on the counter and they went to investigate. They were greeted with the sight of Carol on top of y/n, trapping them beneath her and tickling them. "So this is what you did while we were gone?" Nat teased Carol. "Hey, what could I say? They are just so tickleable!" Carol exclaimed. Wanda sat next to them on the couch "Tickleable? Huh.. Don't think that's a word detka." Wanda spoke, leaving a kiss on the captain's forehead and latching onto y/n's hand. "Hm, how is our bunny doing? You still light or out for subspace, honey?" Nat asked, sitting next to the others. Carol got off of y/n. Giving them some space to answer. "I'm here, I'm back. Still feel a little light though, more cuddly though." Y/n spoke, as their tummy growled. Suddenly, they noticed the smell of low mein and shrimp wontons. "Mm that smells so good.. you got my favorite!" Y/n spoke, happily. "Mhm, only the best for our bunny." Wanda hummed, leading them to the kitchen. The movie long forgotten about.

A/N: If you liked the fic then heart, reblog and comment!! This is not apart of my series inspired by song titles au.

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wandanatsbaby · 2 months

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Star

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: gun. Mention of death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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th3-c0rps3-r0gu3 · 8 months

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Y/n: I did not sleep at all last night.

Tony: y'know what they say? If you can't sleep its because someone is thinking about you.

Y/n: ha! Who'd be thinking about me at 3am?

*Natasha panicking*

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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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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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hi my love 😘 here to request g!p WandaNat x subby puppy R. mommy and daddy put their collar and leash on you as they use your holes however they please to their own pleasure. their first time doing anal on you as the other uses your other holes. breeding kink and degration as they dumb you down so much you’re just a dumb brainless little baby that easily submits to them and lets them use you how they please as they stuff you full

Two Is Better Than One

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader x Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 1843

Warnings: pet play, small breeding, dumbficfation, Nat had a dick and Wanda has a magical strap, blowjobs, anal, degrading, small praise, double penetrating, collars, leashes, daddy kink, mommy kink

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“You ready, sweetheart?” Came Wanda’s seductive tone, the slight rasp only causing more of your juices to drip down your leg. You stared up at the woman with pleading eyes, her strap prodding at your lips. When you opened your mouth to speak, you were immediately shut up by her cock, gagging noises leaving you almost instantly.

Nat watched from behind, her hard length being grasped in her hand. She stroked herself watching you two, the remembrance of her and Wanda’s conversation causing pre-cum to escape her.

Your leash attached to a pretty pink collar was tugged, the toy hitting the back of your throat as tears pooled in your eyes. The woman threw her head back, your mouth’s warmth invading her senses. You just guessed she was acting as if she could feel it, you never would’ve thought she actually could.

“Oh, fuck! Mm, Nat’s so lucky, baby, I needed to know what you felt like. This isn’t just a normal strap, no, I made it so I could feel everything. Your mouth is so warm, I can’t wait to fill this tight cunt.” Nat smirked at your shocked face, her hand going to grasp your neck from behind you.

“Come on, pup, choke on her cock. Can you not take it? Fucking pathetic, can’t do anything for your mommy.” She scoffed and took the leash out of Wanda’s hands, wrapping it around her own and tugging harder than your other wife. She was always rougher, ruining you till you can barely even move. Wanda on the other hand was sweeter, more gentle. Nat didn’t want to say it, but seeing you so close to your mommy and going to her when she was a bit harsher hurt her.

“What if the two of us fucked your mouth at the same time? Hm? Answer me, whore.” A strike was left upon your already red ass. Nat got on her knees behind you, calmly stroking your hair before gripping the locks and forcing you further down.

“You can’t even talk, can you? Your mouth just being stretched out around her, such a cute little puppy.” She chuckled dryly before motioning to Wanda as she placed her hand over your forehead, nasty thoughts immediately invading your mind. You whimpered.

“Aww, is our innocent little thing all needy for their mommy and daddy?” No answer was heard as you focused only on delivering her pleasure, trying to not let your mind give in. She let you go. You took a long breath in and out as you tried to regain yourself, hearing words of mockery being shared about you.

Before you could even focus on what was happening, you felt yourself being thrown onto a mattress, your legs spread as hands groped your body without shame. They stared down at you with love and lust, you gave them a dopey smile back.

“Oh, princess, you’re so cute! This pretty little pussy is just begging to be fucked, isn’t it?” You nodded quickly as they positioned themselves on the bed, Wanda sitting between your open legs and Nat going behind you like earlier.

“Fuck, you need to see this Nat, they’re clenching around nothing!” Her fingers teased your hole, your body reacting with squirms as Wanda held you down.

“Stop moving, mutt.” She gave you a warning glare, releasing your body when you followed her instructions.

“God, I can’t wait to feel this sweet little cunt. Nat has been bragging for years about how you wrap around her so nicely, you don’t know how badly I’ve been needing to know.” She rubbed her tip up and down your folds before Nat brought your attention back to her, squeezing around your throat causing your breathing to cut off. Your head was thrown back and Nat connected her lips with yours in a sloppy kiss.

“Get on all fours for us, puppy, we’re gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own damn name.” The two grasped your hips and forced you into position. Wanda sat below you as you straddled her lap while Nat kneeled behind your body. A slap was placed on your bottom as Nat then gripped your ass, watching the way it moved at the contact.

“Daddy’s gonna use this precious hole, always so fucking tight for me.” She had never said that before, she never even mentioned wanting to fuck your ass. You thought you’d be too tight for her, she wouldn’t be able to fit.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” Nat said, noticing your worried state. As much as she loved to hurt you, she’d never do something you didn’t want. Wanda rubbed your sides up and down, a gentle reassurance that they were both right here to take care of you.

“But, it will hurt.” The woman made you look into her eyes, leaving a small kiss on your lips. It was crazy how they could be so degrading yet so sweet at the same time.

“It will, but we’ll be right here. We’ll start off slow, we promise.” You couldn’t say no to that. You nodded and they both smiled, giving pecks to your head as a small smile made its way on your face.

You felt a cool liquid drip onto your hole, you jumped a bit at the contact. You felt the tip of Wanda’s strap slowly enter you, your walls clenching around her almost instantly. She moaned louder than ever before.

“Fuck! You’re so warm and tight,” She was cut off by a mewl leaving your lips, she couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry, honey, you just feel too good. Will you be good for me? Let me fuck you?” Your face dropped into her neck as she pulled your locks lightly, enjoying the way you whimpered quietly.

Before you could get used to the stretch, Nat’s cock prodded at your untouched hole. You felt so full. Tears pooled in your eyes, they were wiped away before they could even fall down your face. Wanda smiled at you, trying her best not to break and fuck you senseless.

“You’re so pretty when you cry, pup.” She licked the thumb covered in your tears, staring directly into your eyes as she seductively took it in her mouth.

The two had finally bottomed out inside of you after you grew used to the size, you’ve never had both of them stretching you out like this. It felt good. It hurt but it felt like heaven at the same time.

“I need to move, baby, I need to so fucking bad!” Wanda moaned out as you felt her directing you back and forth on her ass, every movement causing Nat to go deeper inside of you as well. Nat didn’t move, she let you do the work.

“Wanda, don’t help them. Let them do the work. Our little mutt wants to be fucked, they can do it themselves.” Wanda released your hips, putting her arms behind her head as she watched you cry out for help.

“Oh don’t get all whiney now, we’re giving you what you want!” She used her magic to tease your swollen clit, your mouth falling open with a loud moan when she hit a spot deep inside of you.

“Oh, darling, did we find your g-spot?” You nodded quickly before Nat tugged on your leash once more, your neck being forced onto her shoulder.

“Does that feel good? Tell us, how does it feel having mommy and daddy stretch out your tight holes?” A slap was sent to your ass in a warning when you lacked a response. You quickly fixed that, mumbling out incoherent words that they acted as though they couldn’t hear.

“What was that? Aww, Wanda, I think we dumbed down our little pet so much, they can’t even talk! So adorable, just our little toy to fuck when we get bored.” You could barely understand a word she said, only focusing on trying to repeat your words from moments ago.

“I-it feels good! So fucking good!” Another slap. This time, Wanda was the one to pull on your leash to make you face her, you could see the anger written all over her.

“What is our number one rule, sweetheart?” No swearing. Shit. The two continued their brutal pace as you were stuck between them trying your best to come up with some sort of apology.

“You fucking slut, we give you everything and you can’t even listen to a thing we say? I think we should punish them, what about you Wanda?” Nat spoke, receiving a satisfied hum in return.

“I agree, our baby needs to start paying attention to the damn rules. I say, no cumming for the rest of the night.” You knew she was just being cruel, she couldn’t care less about you swearing. You looked at her with panic in your eyes, the thought of being edged as they filled up each of your holes turning you on yet scaring you at the same time.

“No mommy, please-” Before you could finish speaking, you were interrupted by a finger to your lips.

“Shh, let us do the talking, you just keep rocking back and forth for me.” You were growing tired, they noticed it. Nat’s hands gripped your hips harshly in her hands as she guided you once more.

“God, you can’t even do anything without our help anymore, can you?” She rolled her eyes at your actions. She knew she was close, the tight feeling in her stomach proving that. She wanted to wait though, she wanted her and Wanda to fill you up at the same time.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum! Wanda, do it with me, please cum with me!” She yelled out, Wanda throwing her head back at the feeling of your walls clenching around her. She listened to Nat and let herself go, her cum being able to shoot deep inside of you due to the magic-enhanced strap.

“Yeah, fill that cunt. Can’t wait to get you all round with our pups, we’ll stuff you full of cum every day just to make sure you’re pregnant.” Nat mewled out, spurts of her release filling you to the brim.

“Daddy, too much!” Neither of them cared what you thought, they just continued to watch as their cum leaked out of your weeping holes. You begged and begged for them to let you finish, but they refused. It was your only way of learning, they’d say.

“Please! I’ve been so good! Just wanna cum for mommy and daddy.” You sobbed into Wanda’s chest as the two finally calmed down. They only shared a small laugh before sliding out of you. You thought you were done, that they’d just leave you there. But they didn’t. Instead, Wanda kneeled on one side of you while Nat did the other, their growing erections in their palms.

“Oh, doll, don’t get all nervous on us now. You were just taking us so well, I think we deserve a little reward for fucking you so well, don’t you think?”

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 25 days

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To Warm You Up

Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Summary: A snowy day means a good book, warm drinks, and cuddles

Word count: 704

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

A/N: I wrote this last night while my sleep meds kicked in. I used the prompt, 'bring you a hot drink'

It was quiet. The snow fell outside, watching the flakes dance every so often as you looked up from your book. It had been snowing all morning, and so you felt it was the perfect day to stay curled up in bed. Finally, you got the chance to read through a book you'd recently purchased. Your Maine coon, Dumpling, curled up by your feet.

You smiled content in how your day was going so far. The only thing missing was your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, she had gotten up early this morning and had occupied herself in her office with work since the snow kept her from going to the office. You hadn't heard from her all morning and now as early afternoon was about to turn to late afternoon you heard movement. You assumed Natasha had gotten up to grab herself something to eat. Making you remember you hadn't eaten yet. Your stomach growling at the realization. You didn't want to move though. You had become invested in your book and Dumpling had moved himself to your thighs, sprawling out across them.

Just as you finished up a chapter Natasha came through the threshold of your bedroom, tray in hand. Her red hair loose, falling over her shoulders in waves. A smile on her face when your eyes met as she got up on the bed with the tray. She'd made you a sandwich; turkey and cheese, a small pile of chips next to it and your favorite mug filled with hot chocolate. You could smell the peppermint and the two cinnamon sticks poking out gave away that she made it exactly how you like it.

“Oh moya lyubov. You didn't have to do this.” You set your book down on the side table before cupping her cheek. She leans into your touch. The two of you had been together for years. You knew everything about the other.

The Natasha you had met years ago who had defected from Russia who was so closely guarded. The Russian who was cold and calculated in every move she made. The Russian who when you first met was assigned to you and Clint. The Russian who put every wall up, used every sweet little lie with you and you who called her bluff everytime. She'd been put with you for one reason. You could tell when people lie. So really in the end she had no choice, but to tell the truth which terrified the red head.

“I wanted to. I hadn't heard you move since your trip to the bathroom this morning.” She raised an eyebrow at you, making you smile.

“Yeah I haven't. I got engrossed in my book. I'm already a little more than half way through!” Natasha could hear the excitement oozing from your voice. How could she not love you who only ever showed her love and kindness? You who would listen to her ramblings after nightmares. You who when she needed to be handcuffed to the bed to sleep offered your hand instead. You who offered a place when she had nothing and noone.

Some might think Natasha couldn't possibly settle down, but here she was with you as the snow fell outside. You picked up the mug, giving it a few blows before taking the first sip. The hot liquid falling down your throat and warming you instantly. You can't help the small ‘Mmmm’ that pushes up your throat, eyes closed. The mug warming your hands that you hadn't realized had gone cold as they tended to do, especially in the winter.

You talked with Natasha as you ate, catching up on her day and how work was going. She'd been writing reports and working on Intel the young Avengers had picked up on. You moved the empty tray aside, pulling Natasha against you. She always clung so tightly as if you'd disappear if she didn't hold you that way. She'd always been like this. You tried breaking the habit early on, but it never worked. Now it is something you look forward to, like a weighted blanket or stuffed animal. Natasha brought you comfort on such a level and in such a way you know no one else could compare.

#ley writes #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader #natasha romanoff x gn!reader

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ichorai · 11 months

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the scientist & the assassin ; natasha romanoff.

read part two ; afterlife.

pairing ; natasha romanoff x gn!scientist!reader

synopsis ; fragments of time with your girlfriend, soon-to-be-wife, natasha.

words ; 4.4k

themes ; fluff, mild angst, established relationship, scientist au

warnings / includes ; a bit of cursing, blood/injury, set before civil war era, avengers found family trope idec, sexual innuendos, bucky and sam annoying reader lol, steve being an absolute sweetheart, mentions of fire, liho cameo, mentions of yelena

main masterlist.

JANUARY.

Small sparks flew up from the welding torch as you worked the blue flame over the metal, eyes narrowed with concentration. It was a delicate process, and you were taking extra caution not to mess the process up. You were building new protective gear on Nick Fury’s request, and had to make sure that it was without fault.

Your girlfriend of three years, however, clearly had other plans. Natasha was leaning against your workbench, brows quirked as she repeated the question that had flown right over your head in the midst of your fixation.

You hastily turned the fire off and shoved the protective welding mask away from your face so you could properly look at her. “Huh? Did you say something?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, though not without a ghost of a grin to her lips. With a sigh, she asked the question for a third time. “I know you’re busy making all your little gizmos and gadgets… but are you coming to Tony’s party?”

A beat of silence. You blinked in confusion. It was only then did you realize that your girlfriend was all dressed up, face dolled up with flawless makeup, donned in a silken, viridescent dress that complimented her figure beautifully. “What party?”

“The annual New Years’ party—Tony’s asked you to come a million times. You’re not gonna leave me all alone with him, are you?” Natasha asked, walking closer to you until her nose was only an inch from yours, placing her hands on the lapels of your lab coat, tugging you closer.

A gulp lodged in your throat. “No, ma’am,” you murmured, lips dipping forward to catch hers.

She leaned back before you could, however, tilting her head expectedly. There was a playful glint to the deep green of her irises. “Go get ready, then. I already laid out a matching outfit for you to save you the hassle. Who knows… maybe we can leave a bit early too…”

Before she could finish her sentence, you were already shirking off your white coat, hurrying out of the laboratory to get changed for the party. Natasha couldn’t help the amused smile gracing the corner of her lips as she watched you scramble away.

FEBRUARY.

Blood dripped from her cheek. Her hair, her dress, her legs. She was drenched in it.

A shuddering sigh of exhaust fell from her split lips. She gingerly slipped out of her heels, holding the two of them in one hand and walking up to the house barefoot.

“Nat,” you whispered in part-horror, part-concern at her bloodied state when you swung the door open.

“It’s not mine,” she hoarsely mumbled, slipping past you, bee-lining towards the bathroom, in dire need of some cleaning.

Her eyes were heavy with fatigue, plagued with memories of the bloodbath of a mission. There were many questions you wanted to ask her, but you held your tongue. She was in no state to answer your barrage of queries, and needed nothing more than someone to care for her, for a change.

Gently, you took her crimson-slickened hands within yours, uncaring of the blood smearing on your skin. You led her to the rest of the way to the bathroom, gently telling her to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub. A small towel cloth was dampened beneath the faucet, and you slowly cleaned off the delicate wounds littered over her arms, her face, and her abdomen. The two of you were completely silent, basking in the comfort of being there for each other. Natasha’s green eyes shone with simultaneous gratitude and hollow trauma. For a moment, it appeared as if she was going to weep, but she kept the tears at bay.

Once you cleaned off most of the blood, you left the bathroom to fetch her some of her sleep clothes—which was really just a worn, sleeveless shirt of some obscure rock band you didn’t recognize, and a soft pair of basketball shorts. She had wiped away the rest of the blood when you came back, stripping her outer layers and shirking them into the sink to wash later.

For now, the both of you just needed to sleep.

She slipped on the pajamas, before settling into the bed with a lethargic sigh.

“Thank you,” she croaked out just as you clambered beneath the blankets on the other side of the large bed.

You hummed in response, roping her close to you, pressing a soft kiss to her hairline. This time, Natasha had to willfully force the urge to cry away.

“Get some rest, Nat. I love you,” you said into her skin.

Natasha relaxed into your hold, eyes drooping shut. She wanted to say that she loved you back, but found that she was already falling into a deep slumber.

MARCH.

“What about Jennifer? She’s in the analytics department,” said Natasha, sipping on her iced tea as she eyed Steve expectantly. “I can set you up with her if you want.”

The blonde man shifted uncomfortably. “I… I don’t know, Nat—”

“For God’s sake, Nat, stop it already!” you exclaimed, but not without an exasperated smile to your lips. “Look at him, you’re embarrassing the poor guy. Sorry, Steve—she’s just looking out for you.”

The hundred-year-old man smiled handsomely, forking some scrambled eggs into his mouth. “It’s fine. I’m not really looking to date at the moment… still trying to figure out how things work this century before I can really settle down.”

“Well, you take your time, Steve,” you told him gently.

“You sure? Rumor has it Allison from human resources has had her eye on you for a while—ow! I was joking!” she exclaimed when you sharply elbowed her in the ribs. “But, really, Cap… I’m happy you’re taking your time.”

The blonde hummed gratefully. “What about you two? Any plans on…” He gestured vaguely, which made you and Natasha glance at each other with a grin.

Your girlfriend scoffed, the green of her eyes glimmering with mirth. “Why? You wanna be the best man?”

Steve seemed to splutter at that, vehemently trying to backtrack. Heat flushed his cheeks a soft pink hue.

“I’m just pulling your leg, Steve,” Natasha quipped, playfully kicking at his foot beneath the table. “Lighten up, will you?”

“We haven’t even spoken about marriage yet,” you chimed in, smiling warmly at the ex-assassin. “But who knows? Maybe we will soon.”

APRIL.

Nails tapped loudly against the surface of the table she was sitting on, legs crossed as she languidly leaned back, staring up at the artificial white lights of the laboratory. She was saying something—something about her last mission with Tony.

Judging by her expression you quickly stole a glance at, you could tell that she was complaining. There was a slight knit to her brow, and she was frowning ever so slightly.

You made quiet, absentminded noises of acknowledgement as she told her story, nodding emphatically. You were working on a device to immediately disable strong magnetic fields, tinkering with the small bits and pieces with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t know, maybe I should just stop worrying about him—it’s not my problem if Tony drinks until he can barely stand up…”

She trailed off, tilting her head back down to watch you work. With an amused scoff, she said your name. Without taking your eyes off your work, you merely hummed, “Mhm?”

“You haven’t listened to a single word I’ve said, have you?”

Hopping down from the table, she made her way closer to you, her fingers nimbly slotting beneath your chin. You met her gaze, briefly glancing down at her parted lips, skin flushing with embarrassment.

Sheepish, you grinned apologetically. “Sorry, Nat.” She arched a sharp brow and you winced. “I love you…?”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha acquiesced, a ghost of a grin tracing the corner of her lips. “I love you, too.” She let you go to haul herself back up onto the table, swinging her legs in an almost child-like manner. “Anyways, as I was saying…”

MAY.

Sunglasses, glasses of chilled orange juice, and warm sand beneath your feet.

Closer to the beach’s shallow waves, Bruce, Steve, and Clint were playing with a frisbee, while Tony and Thor were off on a ski-boat, skimming across the waters much faster than they probably should be going. The team was on a little mini-vacation, needing some well-deserved rest after going on nonstop, continuous missions.

A book was cracked open on your lap, one that you had been meaning to start for ages now, but never had the time before. Beside you was your girlfriend, lathering sunscreen over her arms and exposed skin. “Did you put on sunscreen?” she asked you, offering the bottle.

“Yeah,” you replied, prying your eyes away from the novel to press a kiss to her cheek, and then another to the side of her nose.

She grinned beautifully, the green of her eyes gleaming with fondness. “You’re such a nerd. Who brings a book to the beach?”

“Well… look who’s dating the nerd who brought a book to the beach?” you replied with a level tone, trying your best to suppress your growing smile.

Huffing in amusement, Natasha lightly shoved you, taking another sip of her orange juice. “God, it just feels like we never get to fully relax like this, you know? I wish every day could be like this.”

Shutting your book, you placed it off to the side and shuffled closer to her, curling an arm over her shoulders.

“Yeah,” you hummed, tracing aimless shapes along the skin of her arm. Hesitant, you spoke up again, “Hey, you remember when Steve asked us about getting married?”

“Mhm?”

“Well, uhm…” you started, but thought better of it, not wanting to ruin such a perfect moment as this one by forcing your girlfriend into a commitment you weren’t even sure she really wanted.

When you trailed off, Natasha pulled away from you slightly, her head cocked in an expectant manner.

“If you’re not gonna ask me, then I will,” she told you with a laugh to her voice. “You wanna get married?”

For a moment, you spluttered for words, not expecting this turn of events.

“You… Nat, are you sure?” you rasped, cupping her face gently. “I don’t want you to rush into anything. Yes, a thousand times yes, but fair warning—it means you’ll be stuck with me forever. Forever is like… a really long time.”

Natasha hummed, leaning forward until your nose brushed against hers. Gods, you loved this woman so fucking much.

“Sounds like a nightmare,” she whispered, a ghost of a smile to her lips. “Sign me up.”

With that, she kissed you, tasting of orange juice and a tiny bit of sunscreen.

JUNE.

Sam and Bucky hovered around your lab like a pair of incessant flies that wouldn’t go away, no matter how much you swatted at them.

“Don’t touch that, Bucky,” you found yourself saying nearly twenty times, followed by an exasperated sigh as he would proceed to prod and poke at the machinery.

Sam was no better, asking you about a million questions in regard to all the different gadgets and gizmos in progress.

On a normal day, you usually wouldn’t let these two into your lab, but you were ordered to fix and improve both of their broken comm links, and made the terrible mistake of inviting them to come watch. Of course, they grew bored of watching you toy with wires and circuits, opting to wander around your lab with wide, curious eyes.

“Hey, what’s this?” Sam asked, holding up a small, black cube half the size of his palm.

“Collapsible motorcycle,” you replied, briefly glancing at him, before returning your gaze to your work on the table. “Just don’t press the button on the bottom.”

Whistling with clear impression, Sam looked nearly tempted to try it out. But he knew you would slice his hand off if he did, so he set the cube back down. “That’s sick, man. Who’s it for?”

“Nat,” you said. “Made it for her. It’s still in its testing phase—I’m hoping it'll be all done and ready by her birthday.”

Bucky glanced over Sam’s shoulder to look at the cube. “I like riding motorbikes,” he said. “Could you make me one?”

“Unless you could get Fury to order me, that’s a no,” you huffed out with a mild laugh. “I barely agreed to fix your comms for you—which, by the way, how did you even break them this bad? Did you guys pour a bucket of water over and stomp on them, or something?”

At the memory of Bucky and Sam both accidentally tumbling into a river during a mission, they both grimaced.

“Something like that, sure,” said the century-old man, wearily pulling at his face.

“That’s not fair,” Sam, a full grown man, just about whined. You halted in your ministrations, raising a brow. “How come you don’t make us any fancy little tools or weapons or bikes or magical gizmos, but you make ‘em for Nat?”

Scoffing, you dipped your head back down to continue polishing off their comms. “Yeah, well, she’s my fiance.”

“And?” said Sam, placing his hands on his hips. “Am I not your best friend? Is Mr. Cyborg here not your second best friend?”

Another deeply amused laugh rumbled from within your chest. “With how you two are behaving, I’d say Steve is my best friend right now.”

The two were left sulking in your lab for the next hour, with Bucky nearly catching on fire when he picked up a flamethrower disguised as a potted plant. Both of them left with charred fingers, singed eyebrows, and about half a dozen of your tiny gadgets stuffed within their pockets.

JULY.

It was Steve’s birthday, which meant Natasha organized a barbecue in Clint’s large backyard. There were red, white, and blue streamers hung up over the trees and over the house’s porch, several star-shaped lanterns decorating the wooden tables set out. Bruce and Tony were manning the grills, while you were playing a game of catch with Peter and Clint’s kids. The rest of the Avengers were gathered by one of the tables, piling up their plates high with food.

The air was heavy with the mouth-watering aroma of cooking hot dogs, grilled corn, and juicy burgers. Dessert was an assortment of cookies, an array of melting popsicles, and a large blue birthday cake that made Steve smile so wide it was yet to leave his face.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted Natasha speaking to Thor, her hand extended out to him as the God inspected the ring on her finger.

“A grand ring, that is!” the Norse God bellowed. “Green suits you, Natasha.”

“Thanks, Thor,” said your fiance, grinning warmly. The two walked off to grab some hotdog buns and harass Tony to hurry up with cooking.

The ball nearly hit you in the face because you were so busy staring at Natasha, stopping inches from your nose when Peter darted forward with his near inhumane reaction time to grab it away.

“Woah!” he exclaimed, afraid to have accidentally hurt you by hurling a fast ball at you when you weren’t even paying attention. “Sorry, are you okay? What are you looking at?”

You pursed your lips, glancing one last time at Natasha. A blush creeped up your neck. She was going to marry you soon. How on earth did you get so lucky?

“Nothing, kid. Come on, hand me the ball, why’d you stop?” you cleared your throat in a fruitless attempt to play it off.

Peter followed your line of sight, brows raising when he caught sight of Natasha now showing off her ring to Steve and Bucky. He smiled slightly, but didn’t say anything about it, instead tossing the ball right back to you (which you still somehow missed catching).

AUGUST.

“Here,” you said, handing her the steaming mug of coffee, just how she liked it—dark with a tiny bit of sugar. “You okay? You’ve been more quiet than usual the past few days.”

The two of you leaned against the balcony’s railing, watching the sun rise over the cityscape, painting the sky a myriad of soft oranges and clementines and tangerines. With your free hand, the other being occupied by your own hot cup of tea, you wrapped around Natasha’s waist, tugging her close. You pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, brushing an errant strand of hair falling away from her loose braid.

“Sorry, I’ve just recently been thinking,” she whispered, a bit distant. “My sister is out there, somewhere. Sometimes I think it’s best to just give her her space, since she hasn’t reached out, either. Maybe she doesn’t want to see me ever again—after all, I’m a living, breathing reminder of the Red Room. The terrible things we were forced to do. I’m not too upset about it… it’s not like we were a real family, anyway. I don’t know. I guess I just miss her.”

You weren’t entirely sure what to tell her. Go find her sister? Forget about her? Tell her to think about it some more? Natasha rarely ever spoke about her past, much less her temporary ‘fake’ family.

A frown crossed over your lips, brows divoting. “Nat, if your sister really wanted to see you, she would reach out. You’re an Avenger—it’s not that hard to find you. You can’t really say the same about her… you don’t know a single thing about where she might be now. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Natasha sipped on her coffee, blowing out a tired sigh. Tears warbled over her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away, sniffing slightly.

“Do you think she remembers me?” her voice broke just a bit. “Because sometimes I forget what her face looks like. Did she have blue eyes, or were they green like mine? How blonde was her hair? What did her smile look like? I… I’m scared I’ll just completely forget and I won’t ever see her again to—”

“She remembers,” you murmured in response. “You were her sister. She’d remember.”

Another sniffle. Natasha wiped away a stray tear with the back of her hand.

“God, sorry. I’m such a mess,” she croaked, laughing bitterly.

“And I love you anyway,” you told her, kissing her just below her watery eyes. “Come on—let’s go watch some TV.”

SEPTEMBER.

The wedding was a small, quiet event.

You, Natasha, and the rest of the Avengers family were once again gathered in Clint’s expansive yard—though, this time, everybody was dressed much more formally than they had on Steve’s birthday. The ceremony was full of tears and sniffling, tissues and running mascara.

The vows you had written for Nat were long and nearly ramble-y, whilst hers were perfectly short and to-the-point.

Once Bruce had officiated the two of you (having learned how to do so online), you had embraced each other with a watery kiss, grinning against one anothers’ lips. The rest of the group had burst into raucous applause, Tony and Steve the loudest of them all, the two of them being the best men of the wedding.

Then came the food and the dancing, which lasted well into the night.

She was glowing the entire time. Your wife was glowing.

And when you told her so, she smiled, all wide and toothy. “It’s just nervous sweat,” she replied with a laugh as you gripped her waist tighter, before twirling her around in your arms.

“God, I love you,” you murmured, pressing your forehead against hers.

The green of her eyes sparkled with your words. “I love you, too. I can’t believe we’re married now.”

“Take your time,” you hummed. “You’ve got the rest of your life to get used to it.”

OCTOBER.

Your sleeves were rolled up to your elbows, tongue poking out the corner of your mouth. The table was a mess, covered in orange mush, a dozen knives, and your phone playing a video on how to properly carve a pumpkin.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath when you messed up the shape, letting out a long, drawn-out groan. “Why is this so hard? It’s just a pumpkin!”

When you glanced at Natasha and her fruit, you weren’t at all surprised to see that she was well into carving an intricate, detailed design with wide eye-holes and gnarled teeth.

“It’s not that hard,” she replied with an easy smile, clearly amused at your struggling. “What’s going on with you? You’re usually really good with your hands.”

Heat flushed up your neck and spidered across the skin of your cheeks at the hidden insinuation behind her words. “I don’t know,” you huffed, wiping down your hands on the apron you were wearing. Usually you weren’t one to give up so easily, but you had been tinkering with several new task-droids, and there was no better time than now to test them out.

“What are you doing?” she curiously asked once you slid off your seat, reaching into one of the cabinets to pull out the little cuboid robots. “God, it feels like I’m in a Black Mirror episode,” she murmured, watching them come to life and start carving up your pumpkin for you with tiny microblades after you input a design for them to work on.

“San Junipero Black Mirror or Metalhead Black Mirror?” you replied, propping your face up on an elbow as you watched the small bots diligently work.

Your wife scowled, her sharp brows divoting. “Definitely Metalhead.”

The both of you shuddered, before you dipped forward to press a kiss to her cheek. “I’m gonna make us a batch of cookies—at least that I know I can’t mess up.”

NOVEMBER.

A wince, a frown, an uncomfortable shift. Natasha was used to pain, and was taught from a young age to steel herself, but the wounds usually never got this bad.

There was a deep slash across her stomach, dark blood dousing the entirety of her abdomen, dripping down her sides and leaking off the lab table you had set her on. You tried to be gentle while you cleaned her up, tried to be quick with the stitches to lessen the pain—but the wound was tender and wide, and you had to slow down to be careful.

The entire time, your face bore an expression of pure worry and concern.

“I’m sorry,” she hoarsely whispered, lips twisted into a grimace.

“For what?” you quietly mumbled, focused on fixing her up.

She blew out a pained sigh as you started another stitch. “For making you worry. I shouldn’t have gone on that mission, I know.”

“Well, you did,” you lightly replied, teeth gnashing together. “No reason to dwell on it. It’s okay, Nat. I’m not mad at you.”

There was a beat of silence. She laid back, fists clenched by her sides as she endured through the pain.

“Just disappointed?” she asked, gingerly laughing, despite the pain it brought to her chest.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I am. I just don’t like seeing you pointlessly throwing yourself headfirst into a suicidal mission, just to come crawling back in shreds. I also don’t like seeing you hurt because I love you, and I need you to be more careful for me.”

Natasha pursed her lips. Her green eyes flashed with pain when you wiped away the excess blood. “Okay,” your wife croaked. “I love you, too.”

DECEMBER.

“Open it!” you goaded, nudging Natasha to the suspiciously unwrapped box.

Her green eyes were narrowed as she shot you a warning look. “I swear to God, if a fake snake is gonna come flying out like last time—”

“It’s your birthday, I would never!” you interrupted impatiently, gesturing to the box once more.

With a huff, Natasha peeled back the loose lids of the cardboard box, making a noise of surprise upon seeing a little black cat curled up inside, snoozing contentedly.

“Oh, my God. You got us a little kitty,” she crooned, slowly picking the cat up. The black-pelted feline purred at the contact, nuzzling her dark nose against Natasha’s face. “This is literally the best thing you’ve ever gotten me. It beats anything you’ve ever made for me!”

Clearing your throat, you toyed with the collapsible motorcycle you had hidden in your pocket. “Well… don’t say that too quickly. You wanna name her?”

Natasha stroked the cat’s dark head, her hazel eyes happily blinking shut. “Liho. It means misfortune in Russian—black cats are bad luck, right? She’ll have to prove her name wrong.”

“Liho,” you parroted, smiling so wide it was a wonder your face didn’t split into two.

With a grin, Natasha placed Liho back down on the ground, who took to weaving between both of your legs, her fluffy tail curved around your shins.

“God, I love you,” your wife suddenly announced, cupping your face between her palms and littering several chaste kisses all over your cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“You’re gonna love me more after this,” you told her, brandishing the small black cuboid from your pocket. “Come on—I’m gonna have to show you this outside. Let’s go, Liho.”

The three of you made your way out of the house, Liho silently following along like a shadow. You beamed brightly at the small cat, then at your wife, who was squinting against the sharp sunlight, smiling nonetheless. It was all so perfect, nearly too good to be true.

Until the collapsible motorcycle burst into flames while you were trying to uncollapse it, which had Natasha yanking the curious Liho away from the growing fire as you ran into the house to grab the extinguisher.

Alright—maybe not entirely perfect… but amazing nonetheless.

“Happy birthday?” you sheepishly said as you doused the flames away. “That was, uh… that was supposed to do that.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, setting Liho back down before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You can clean that up later. Let’s go cut the cake—maybe we can skip on blowing out the candles this year.”

As the three of you made your way back inside the house, Natasha glanced down at the little black cat trotting in front of you. “She’s living up to her name so far. God, I can’t believe you got me a cursed cat for my birthday.”

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 9 months

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Double Take on that Bubble Butt Blurb ~Natasha Romanoff xGN Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, body adoration, ass licking, eating out, teasing, etc.

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“You like my ass…?” The red head chuckled.

You bit your lip and nodded. Natasha then proceeded to grab your chin and direct your eyes to hers.

“Then get on your knees and eat my ass out, detka…” She taunted.

Immediately, you spun the red head against the wall and dropped to your knees. Natasha gasped lightly, not prepared for you to actually follow through with her taunting. You eagerly pulled her pants down and her panties right after that.

“Oh Shit, detka—!” Natasha groaned, as your tongue inserted itself into the red heads ass and you began licking around her hole.

You moaned in delight, you hands gripping her bubble butt tight as your tongue happily lapped away at her aching hole.

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teaaagan · 9 months

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Natasha

Y/N: *laying on a pool chair unconscious*

Carol, panicking: They're not breathing!

Wanda: I'll give them mouth to mouth!

Y/N: *opens one eye* Ew no! Let Natasha do it! *closes eye*

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Natasha: GET OUT OF THE WAY, MOTHERFUCKERS!

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[A normal morning at the Avengers compound]

Y/N, walking to the dinner table where the whole team is having breakfast: I just kissed a married woman!

Natasha, walking in right after Y/N: That’s because I’m your wife… you can’t keep saying that every time we kiss!

*the team laughs*

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scarletts-scribbles · 3 months

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Spice Up Your Life

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: Just a small idea I thought could be really cute :) If anyone has requests/ideas please send em over!

⁀➷ Summary: Natasha admits to you that she never really learnt how to cook, luckily you're more than happy to teach her.

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Natasha knew you were cooking from the moment she’d gotten home. The smell of oil and fresh vegetables hung in the air, wrapping her in a sweet aroma, as she hung up her coat Nathan couldn’t help but smile to herself as she made out your low humming coming from the kitchen. A slow happy tune gracing your lips.

She loved coming home to you cooking. Not only was it something you enjoyed but you always made something delicious for her and she was always beyond grateful.

Truth be told, she was a little jealous of your culinary skills. Sometimes the redhead would just linger at the kitchen door, leaning on the wooden frame whilst she watched you effortlessly guide a knife to chop ingredients or she’d come to your side and help you plate your meals. It was somewhat enchanting to her to see you in your element.

Tonight was no different. Natasha finished taking off her coat and slid off her boats, placing them on the small rack by the front door before making her way to the kitchen.

She couldn't resist the urge to sneak up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder. "What's on the menu tonight?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

“Well let’s see, I’ve got some fresh peppers from the market and we’ve got those left over noodles.” You explained as you continued to dice up a garlic glove, “I was thinking maybe a stir-fry, how does that sound?”

“Stir-fry sounds amazing.” She smiled and planted a soft kiss on your cheek and peered over at the ingredients. Nat pursed her lips for a moment before stepping back to admire how you navigated the kitchen so easily.

“So.” Natasha began but paused for a moment, causing you to stop and look back at her. She seemed to be blushing a little, her cheeks a darker red, “How do you know how to prepare everything so well? You do it so easily, I’ve never been able to do anything like this.” She mumbled quietly, her gaze not quite meeting your eyes. It was something you’d learnt that she did when she was embarrassed, “I never learnt how…”

You chuckled softly, turning to face Natasha, "Well, it's just something I picked up over the years. Trial and error, you know?" You noticed her hesitancy and added, "But if you want, I'd be more than happy to teach you some tricks?”

Natasha smiled widely, unable to stop the corners of her lips curling up, her eyes seemingly sparkled with excitement. “You’d do that?”

You turned to face her, surprised but amused. "Of course darling, it's never too late to start learning. How about you help me finish making this? I'll teach you the ropes as we go.” You smiled, washing off your knife before offering it out to her.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. "Are you sure you want to risk it? I might burn the kitchen down."

“Well it’s lucky that I live with a very strong Avenger who can elegantly carry me to safety, isn’t it?”

Natasha muffled a giggle, shaking her head a little as she kissed your cheek. You returned the gesture softly before guiding her towards the cutting board, you handed Natasha an orange pepper. "Here, hold the pepper like this, and let's start with a simple chop." Your hands gently covered hers, guiding her hands gently with the knife, slicing through the vegetable as you demonstrated, “See? You've got this."

As Natasha started to chop the pepper with your guidance, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. "I might not be as smooth as you, but I’ve love to cook for you sometime - only once I get a little better of course, wouldn’t want to poison you.”

You chuckled, nudging her playfully with your hips, “I think I’d love that Natty.” With a wink, you handed her a pan, showing her how to heat it up and explaining the order of ingredients and how to know when each one was ready. It didn’t take long to explain your seasonings either, she was so eager to take it all on. “We could make this a regular thing if you’d like? Start making meals together from now on?”

Natasha's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'd like that very much," she replied, a genuine warmth in her voice. As you both continued to cook together, the kitchen filled with laughter and the sizzling sounds of the oil. It was the beginning of a new tradition, where the joy of cooking intertwined with the joy of being together and you couldn’t be more proud of the progress she’d made.

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spiderfunkz · 10 months

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✧.* the way her hair falls

— summary : spending a night with natasha.

— pairings : natasha romanoff x gn!reader

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : pure fluff, established relationship (they also share an apartment), pet names, kisses & cuddling, reader being head over heels for nat, super cheesy stuff, and some typos probably.

a/n : just a simple cute blurb with natasha!! i absolutely love writing these types of blurbs. also this is more from readers prespective of them & nat's relationship.

you absolutely love the night time. how the moon reflects on the buildings in new york, how the air feels thinner, how people laugh and smile under the stars, how everything feels so much slower, not-rushed, quieter, and more beautiful.

moments also feel more memorable at night. moments like when you first moved to new york, when you first heard the news that you got a job as an intern at stark-tech, and when you first met your future lover, natasha.

you fell in love so quickly, like a star that felt the magic of the moon for the first time.

since then you've never been happier, you've gotten closer over time, becoming friends, learning eachother's secrets, making inside jokes with one another, even patching her wounds sometimes.

you've learned how to care for eachother over time, which led to you one day asking her out on a date, which of course she said yes. and that led to you now.

the aroma of vanilla and coffee filled your apartment. you grab the cup and walked to your shared bedroom, with nat already comfortable in bed.

"coffee? it's already really late bubs." she yawned, "i'll live." you shrug, sipping on the drink.

you place the cup by the bed-side table before grabbing the sheets and snuggling near natasha. you lay near her as she slowly falls asleep, resting your head near hers.

you absolutely love nights like this. how music feels louder, how food tastes better, how the skies are prettier, and how you can spend it with your favorite person.

the way her hair falls, the way her freckles are more visible thanks to the moonlight. you adore her with all your soul and mind.

the polaroids stuck to your wall, capturing memories with her, the memory box on your shelf filled with all the notes she has given you and flowers that are now wilted.

you admire all the memories you've spent together as you fall to slumber.

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༻One Last Kiss | N. Romanoff༺

Natasha Romanoff x reader

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Warnings: Literally none at all! Just fluff and cuteness all around in this one.

Summary: With Natasha going away on a mission for a few days, you both felt the pain of distance. The longing touches and drifting moments. A night of facetime leads to "nothing" meaning everything even with the begging of kisses.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x agent!reader

Word count: 3.8K

AN: Fun fact, I was never planning this, this is bits of a re-enact of mine and my girlfriend's facetime last night with adjustments so this is pretty much based on true events! :)

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"Promise me you'll be safe?" Your voice was muffled and restrained in her shoulder.

It always was when she had to go away on missions for longer periods of time. In all honesty, you feared even when you were going with her. It was in your nature especially now you got something you never thought you'd get.

Ever since Natasha Romanoff entered your life, your doubts, scars and fears were being healed. You were certain she was your last ever at anything. Maybe she wasn't your first, but she promised to be your last as you hers.

She pulled away, eyes connecting with your own and the smell of pinewood and lavender filled your nose and senses drifting over to you and god. You could get lost in that smell, you would get lost in it all day everyday.

Natasha lifted her left hand up as it came to stroke along your cheek in a silent whisper. You could get lost in her emerald eyes as she could with your own. She smirked at you when you'd been staring too long and nether of you knew how to deal with emotions verbally yet.

"What?" She asked her lips tilted upwards into a soft grin only meant for your eyes.

"Nothing," you whispered back in a soft joke that now lingered between you.

Nothing but everything. That was what you saw and she saw in you. People saw nothing but what they wanted to see. Yet, you both saw everything.

She laughed shaking her head and placed a soft kiss gently on your forehead before resting hers against your own in a intimate and emotional manner. You two often lived in your own world when possible. With you being an agent and herself being an avenger, soft moments like this were rare to come by. Therefore when you did in fact get them, you made the most of what you could.

"Come on Romanoff you and your love bird can see each other when you get back," Tony stark bit at the pair of you like a scolding father.

You pulled apart fast, nether being too content on showing affection in public. It was hard enough to slowly build on it in private, the lost desperation of touches and the growing used to feeling the other's presence. It was a work in progress but you had so much time even if it was precious.

You snorted when you watched the older woman stick her fingers up at Stark causing Steve to stroll past you both mumbling something about language. God damn that old man and his incessant pestering about not swearing. Still it made it funny to mock and tease him whenever you got the chance.

"You too Agent Y/L/N," Fury's voice caused you to tense up slightly still not used to the sternness of his voice.

Natasha took a step back but not before you caught her own eyes and she smiled at you softly. A look crossed over her, one you couldn't place but looked like adoration and admiration.

Her hand clasped in yours in an unspoken gesture, one that didn't need verbalising. She was your hand to hold when the cold wind whips about causing your skin to prickle and chill stinging your core. Yet when her hand lay calmly in your own, when it clasped in yours it didn't sting so much. Her past hurt less and your mind rested more.

"What?" Your said in barely a whisper noticing a look on her face but not wanting to destroy the moment.

She went to say something, but her lips clasped together and she pursued them. Her thoughts danced around her mind as Natasha felt the question pull on her heartstrings. Not yet, she knew not yet.

"Nothing," she half-laughed and her laugh was like a song. Her laughter was the soundtrack of your own soul and makes you dance and drift within.

You had a love hate relationship with that word, despite you being the one to essentially start it. Whenever one of you stared too long, blushed or got flustered, the word what would be asked. Followed by the comical word of 'nothing,' but in reality the word nothing was everything of a something.

With one last squeeze of your hand, Nat backed away smiling at you warmly before turning on her heels and walking at a brisk pace towards the quinjet. You only let out a snort when you saw her slap Stark on the back of the head as you guessed he made yet another joke about the two 'love birds.'

You felt a sense of longing and sadness overcome you as you watched the jet fly away. You almost scoffed at yourself to know what Natasha's presence had simply done to you. Just a few mere moments around the woman would bring you to your knees. Shaking your head at yourself, you found yourself pondering over thoughts and getting lost inside your mind.

A hand resting on your shoulder caused you to jump and your mind came back to reality instantly. Tilting your head to the side you noticed Maria and Fury stood next to you staring up at the same quinjet as it disappeared from view.

You watched them apprehensively as their gazes drifted towards you and you felt your hands clam up and sweat with fear and pain. You expected to be scrutinised or judged significantly for being emotional over someone who scarcely showed emotion around others, but instead Fury cracked what you believed to be a smile.

"She knew what she'd found when she found you. Agent Romanoff did good and I have no doubt you'll do good by her just as she will for you," he stated his voice strong and the hint of authority left slightly.

With that, he turned around heading towards the building that was now scurrying around with other agents. You stood in confusion and a little warmth spread through your body at the thought of him approving.

"Wow, that was something," Hill stated next to you causing you to roll your eyes.

Her relationship with you was always friendly banter, something Nick had come to often have a disdain towards, even though the pair of you knew he was secretly pleased with it.

"What do you mean Hill," you clipped back smirking at her.

"You're practically putty in Romanoff's hands. Besides Nick's approval huh? Now you've really made it," she joked but there was a sense of pride in her voice that made you smile even more.

"Was that his honest attempt at a smile," you laughed and the look on Maria's face said it all.

"Well.."

The pair of you stared at each other for a mere few moments, before doubling over into laughter. Your stomach hurt at the laughter spilling from your mouth and Maria clearly was the same. The tears leaking from her eyes from doubling over so much only spurred you further.

The stern cough coming from behind the both of you caused your laughter to die down. You looked at each other trying to bite back smirks as you turned to face an unimpressed looking Fury stood before you.

"When you two have finished acting like children on a playground, we do have things to do Agents," he gritted out and a laugh escaped your lips causing you to clasp a hand over your mouth.

The pointed look he gave you, spoke a thousand words and you knew you needed to pull yourself together if you wanted to keep your job. Maria gave you a quick glance as you headed into the building whispering towards you.

"Yeah, that's the best you're going to get," causing you to bite back a snort.

It might be a long few days without your lover besides you, but you still had a few reasons to keep your day joyful.

— That same night —

Shutting the door slowly, you slumped against it, your shoulders hunched over in exhaustion. Your body felt weak and tired and the cold air of your apartment hit you in the face.

You wanted to work yourself harder today, perhaps in distraction of Natasha being away for a while, or perhaps simply to challenge yourself. Ether or, you definitely regretted it.

Maria and Fury tried to get you to relax a little but you being you with your stubborn ass refused and just powered through. As you slipped your shoes off, you winced as your feet finally touched the cold wooden floor relaxing for what felt like the first time in days.

You could imagine Natasha's disapproving look glaring you down, being annoyed that you overworked yourself. In your defence it wasn't like she didn't do the same thing. You padded across the room, placing your bags down before removing the gun strapped to your waist and placing it on the kitchen counter.

Your mind often flittered over to your girlfriend, whether she was staying safe. Or at least in her word's trying to do so. You yawned flexing your fingers on the counter before pouring yourself a cup of chamomile tea. It was what Natasha made you to calm your nerves and with her being away on a mission you felt the need to feel closer to her in any way imaginable.

The wave of sadness hit you once more and you scoffed at yourself and who you'd become. You were supposed to be a SHIELD Agent, a good one at that. While you might have the energy of a golden retriever, you were still hardcore on the outside just as Natasha was. It appeared you'd both melted away the exterior's until there was no amor and no mask. Just you both and you both alone.

Grabbing your steaming mug of tea, you headed towards the couch clumsy and all but delicately flopping down on it, turning on a film. Your eyes glanced at the screen as you flicked through netflix smirking when you saw Moonraker. It was one of her favourite films to the extent she knew every single god damn line.

You flicked it on and cringed inwardly. The older woman had played it so many times when you were with her, you'd almost grown sick of it. Yet you were sat on the couch right now in what was your shared apartment, that felt rather lonely right now. You settled down watching the scene where Hugo Drax and Bond were discussing the infamous crush, but all you could think of was Natasha repeating the lines next to you.

You tilted your head to the left noticing her hoodie folded up neatly on the arm of the couch causing your face to scrunch in surprise. You didn't remember placing that there?

Shuffling further across and placing your knees underneath you unfolded it to see a cutely written note there, your heart melting at the sight. You unwrapped it and read it trying not to blush, despite being alone.

Dear Y/N,

I know you'll be worrying and stressing. Just know on the quinjet when I get interrogated about you, wondering what draws me to you.

I'd say I like your eyes, lips, the furrow of your brow when you concentrate just to finish with just about every part of you. They'll smile as I do when I think of you and see you.

I'll be home soon Malyshka. I assure you, but for now take my hoodie as a part of me. I can't share all my past and secrets at once. But I can share myself.

Stay warm detka. As warm as you keep me.

-Natasha

You hadn't realised your throat had restricted with emotions and your eyes had gotten glassy until you'd gotten to the last line. 'As warm as you keep me.' She always knew just what to say.

As you popped the note the coffee table, you slipped the hoodie on smiling as you were hit with her scent. Natasha clearly knew how to comfort you even without her being there for you directly.

Your eye's focused back on the screen but you couldn't focus on the film anymore. The scent of your girlfriend was lulling you into a peaceful slumber a distant but warming hug around you felt so comforting.

— Later on into the night —

A noise echoing through the room disrupted your sleep, causing you to stir slowly. At first you thought you had dreamt it, but the noise continued even as you woke.

Groaning at whoever had interrupted your nap, you snatched your phone off the table ready to snap at whoever interrupted your lovely dream and evening. That was until your eyes widened in surprise as you saw Natasha's name come on your phone face-timing you.

Natasha never faced timed you unless it was a deadly emergency or a pre planned call. You felt a wave of anxiety rise in your system as your mind began spiralling and overthinking instantly. What if she got injured? What if...

Deciding to push away the intrusive and dramatic thoughts to the side, your hand pressed the accept button, as you propped yourself up more to awaken further.

Natasha's face popped on the screen and relief flooded your system instantly. She was sat up in bed, of what you assumed to a hotel her currently dyed blonde hair tucked behind her ears. Her reading glasses that only you knew of were perched on her face and she looked utterly.. mesmerising.

"Natasha?! Are you okay, are you injured?!" You began to babble on still an inkling of worry running through your veins.

However, the older woman only softly broke into a smile as she listened to ramble on. She let out a small laugh, cutting you off before you began to panic further.

"Y/N/N, I promise I'm okay in one piece. I just wanted to hear you, that's all," she stated nibbling on her bottom lip in what you could only put down as a nervous state.

"Oh thank god, I got your note by the way," you face flushed as her own mouth curved into a shit eating grin.

"So I can see, missed me that much you couldn't wait to get the hoodie on huh, detka?"

She teased you relentlessly, even when on a face-time call and sometimes you wanted to just kiss that grin right off her smug face. Still, you adored that part of her. You wish you could verbalise that you loved or adored her, you just. didn't know how..

"So, Steve got really annoyed at Tony when he decided to enter a whole ass competition with the guy we were supposed to be getting intel from," she continued on with her story as you just listened intently.

You hummed for her to continue just getting lost in the way her cheeks flushed at the thought of memories and how her eyes narrowed when she spoke and got lost in her own mind.

"I'm always picking up after them as you know so I had to handle them I did get.. slightly bruised but, I'm okay," she quickly rushed as you sat up further at hearing her of her bruise.

"Natalia," you whined.

It was a name you only called her when a serious moment arose, whether you were having a serious conversation and needed her to understand you, or when she didn't see herself the way you did. You used it once by accident after she told you of it and the look on her face.. She cried and you worried you'd crossed the line.

In reality it had been so long since she'd heard that name, she begged you to repeat it over and over again. So you did. You repeated the name Natalia as you kissed every inch of her until you fell asleep as one.

"I assure you babe, I'm not hurt. It just you know.."

"Hurts like a bitch," you finished for her causing you both to giggle in spurts of laughter.

As she continued her story you half-zoned out too busy focusing on the details of her face. Her eyes were the hue of the spring growth, of the dancing fields of grass, bright and soft all at once. There were flecks of strength and pain that lingered but whenever she looked at you, the pain and anguish dissipated into adoration and hope.

Her hands danced around the air that the atoms parted for her, as she focused and relaxed herself entirely while talking to you. The freckles on her face dotted around her, allowing you to tilt you head in complete mesmerisation as you saw her entirely.

"What?" She whispered and you flushed realising you'd been caught.

You bit your lip, wondering if you could ever say how you saw her. You didn't see what she saw. A girl without hope and without light. You saw a strong, admirable woman who carried the weight of the world and still looked and always would look utterly flawless.

"Nothing," you whispered back.

She let out a heavy sigh, nonverbally scolding you for not saying. Nothing meant everything between the two of you, while you may dance and dodge around the word, you both knew what it meant deep down.

"Very well, how about some Karaoke?"

The two of you spent the remaining hour giggling well into the night like two high school girls in love, but too stupid and scared to verbalise it aloud. As you sang along to a spanish song, that then switched into a Welsh song you'd learnt as a kid you danced around the room.

She sat and watched only smiling wide and her eyes glowed even in the darkest of rooms. They glowed for you as that nothing bloomed into something.

"I want to kiss you," she randomly blurted out causing you to almost give yourself whiplash at the comment.

"What?" You said taken aback by surprise at how she randomly said it.

However, she buried her face in her hands mumbling an apology. You smirked at how she got just as flustered as you, the big bad Natasha Romanoff a flustering and blushing mess.

"You can if you want, but I don't know how to do that through a call," you looked at the screen watching her peak her eyes through her hands.

"Blow me a kiss," she mumbled under her breath too quietly for you to catch.

"I didn't catch that Nat?"

"Blow me a kiss then," she repeated the confidence running back through her veins.

It was now your turn to be a flustered mess as you stared up at the ceiling. Your face turned a beetroot red as you avoided eye contact with the screen even as Natasha continued to plead.

It was only cracking on eye open, you tilted your head towards the camera of your phone and you scrunched your nose in confusion. Natasha was staring at you in awe, if that could be even the way to describe it. Her lips were turned up in a genuine and gentle smile as she watched you in a soft caring manner.

"What?" You asked voice laced with curiosity.

Her soft smile faltered for a second, before being replaced by a shit eating grin. She perched herself further forward before responding back causing you to scoff at the irony.

"Nothing," she replied back.

You simply rolled your eyes and you drifted back into a soft conversation as you asked her to read to you. She was hesitant at first, not too sure why you'd want her to read to you at all.

"Your voice," you stated as though it was purely obvious.

"My voice?" She questioned confused.

"It soothes me sweetheart," the nickname slipped from your lips. If she caught it though she didn't let it known.

She settled on reading Little women and you admired her once more even as the minutes passed you by. Your hearts were too ruthless to break, especially hers. Her heart was gold, even if Natasha didn't know it.

You didn't care if the world disapproved, if the world frowned upon you falling for a "deadly" Assassin, as your world was only her. If you were frowned upon and deemed wrong it felt like heaven with her, it was in fact heaven.

"What?" She said with more determination this time, as she shut the book catching you staring shamelessly once more.

You contemplated on saying nothing once more. Nothing meant everything and something all at once. So many truths hidden behind them. She was your moonlight as you her sunlight. Her light in the dark, her poet to a solider.

"You're beautiful," you whispered half a truth. She wasn't just beautiful. She was a goddess.

She flushed heavily though all the same and as the night drew to a close and tiredness succumb to you both, she glanced at you with her own unspoken nothing as everything.

"What Natalia," you rubbed your eyes in a sleepy manner.

"I adore you Y/N," she said with confidence and clarity.

If the world could stop once and once alone, it had done just that. The nothing's and the somethings had became everything's and understanding's. The unspoken became spoken and the lie's became truth's. She became yours even more that night as you became even more hers.

"I adore you too Natasha Romanoff," you said with just as much honesty.

"Goodnight Detka," she yawned and you chose the final seconds of a call to do it.

As the call came to the end your hand touched your lips as you blew a kiss to your own drift of wind, to your own russian spy. To your own protector of a widow. Your own Natalia, your moonlight.

As your eyes closed softly your phone pinged one more time as you glanced a soft grin appeared on your face.

My Widow

'I got my kiss! 😘'

Sometimes the nothings meant everything, just as your last kiss of the night meant anything but just a last kiss. It was the start of the everything. The start of the lasts with your widow.

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