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Relationship: amazon!lawyer Natasha Romanoff x petite!curvy female reader (Big Red and Peach, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~5.2k

Summary: You and Nat don’t even realize how badly you need each other until you finally meet. But even then, you don’t take the plunge without meddling from your asshole friends.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f/f sex, f receiving oral sex, multiple orgasms, mommy kink), idiots in love, meet cute, slow burn, drunk awkward flirting, age gap (not explicitly stated but it’s there), size difference, fluff, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: YAAAAAHHH! They are adorable and stupid and sweet and I need all of you to love them as much as I do, they are so precious. This new branch of the NLLYL AU is gonna kill me, just wait until we meet Thor…

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You grumbled to yourself as you downed another shot of tequila, glaring at the bottom of the glass and then at Sam when he tried to walk away with the bottle.

“Hey… uh oh.” Darcy’s smile fell when she wandered up to you and saw the look on your face, eyeing Sam warily when he poured you another shot and shrugged at her. “I was hoping to meet that date of yours, where’d he wander off to?”

“Dunno.” You took another shot and frowned to yourself as you adjusted the front of your costume. “But some leggy blonde bitch was with him.”

“Oh no…” Darcy decided to forego the ‘told you so’ for now since you were drunk, but she had warned you that dudes that were willing to admit they might have overlapped the relationship they had before with yours probably shouldn’t be trusted. “Fuck him, honey.”

“Fuck all men.” You toasted no one and tossed back another shot, nodding to Sam when you slammed your glass on the bar and leaning on Darcy pretty heavily as you waited for him to refill you. “Except you, Sammy, you’re great. And so is Bucky. That big sweetheart.”

“Uh-huh.” Sam reached out whip fast to catch you before you toppled off your bar stool, sighing when you giggled and tried to disguise a heave as a cough. “Maybe you should slow down, baby girl.”

“Hey.” You scowled adorably as you pawed at his chest, slapping his cheek in what you had meant to be an affectionate pat before sighing deeply. “You wanna end up on my shitlist? No? Then keep ‘em coming. Where is Bucky?”

“He’s over in the hall but maybe…” Darcy hissed when you started wobbling away, chasing after you as you sang to yourself and shooting an exasperated look at Sam. “Baby, you need to drink some water.”

“I’m fine, shut up.” You saw Bucky and clapped, pushing Darcy away when she attempted to corral you. “Hiya Buck! I missed you.”

“Did you… wow.” Bucky caught you when you stumbled, chuckling when you breathed a tequila thick cloud right in his face and giving you a moment to find your feet. “I think you took the drunk pirate costume a little too close to heart, honey. Where’s your date?”

“God, it’s like being at a party with my parents.” You rolled your eyes and tried to remain steady when you felt the shots starting to really hit you. “Probably sucking the face off some blonde bitch, we’ve decided he sucks.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” Bucky tweaked your nose when you blew a raspberry at him, turning his head when someone walked up and making you huff at the lack of attention. “Hey Nat.”

“Hi Buck, brought you another beer.”

You were fully prepared to tell whoever was taking up your much needed Bucky time to fuck off, but then you came face to… chest with the most incredible set of tits you’d ever seen in your life. There was only a moment for you to drunkenly scold yourself for that thought, because then you were looking up and up and up and…

“Wow, you’re pretty.” You forgot all about Bucky, grinning sloppily and almost careening over so your face really was in those amazing breasts before her hand was on your waist and you were giggling. “Really really pretty. Why haven’t I met you?”

“Oh, Bucky’s been hiding me, I’m shy.” Nat grinned at her friend over your shoulder when you tried to bat your eyelashes at her but it didn’t quite work since your eyelids were drooping, shaking her head when he gave her an inquisitive look and steadying you with a firm grip on your shoulders. “But he’s been hiding you too, I think. Look at how fucking cute you are.”

Your laugh almost hurt your ears, it was much more shrill than you had intended, a cackle really. Nat didn’t seem to mind though, beaming at you when you slapped her chest then apologized for feeling her up while you tried to step even closer to her.

“Stop, you can’t call me cute.” And she smelled amazing, she was like the warrior princess of your dreams. “Not when you’re walking around like a fucking wet dream. Seriously, why haven’t I met you?”

“Cutie, you’re gonna make me blush.” Nat shushed you when you giggled even more, taking a glass of water when Darcy handed it to her and holding it up to your lips. “I’ve just been busy. Now, why don’t you be a good girl for me and drink some water?”

“Mmmm, you call me a good girl and I’ll do whatever you want.” You gulped down water as she looked at you expectantly, leaning into her touch and sighing heavily when she took the glass away. “Oh my god, let’s go do karaoke!”

“Good morning!” Darcy dropped the greasy burrito bag in front of you and chuckled when you heaved and buried your head in your arms. “How are we feeling today?”

“I shouldn’t be at work.” You winced when you picked your head up and the lights made your brain throb, grumbling as you pulled your breakfast out of the bag and started unwrapping it. “Why did you let me have tequila?”

“You forget that no one ‘lets’ you do anything.” Darcy sank into the chair next to yours and logged on, still giving you that shit eating grin that you hated. “All of us tried numerous times to get the tequila away from you and you always tried to scratch our eyes out. How much of last night do you remember?”

“I remember Troy being a fucking douchebag, setting up at the bar, and then…” you froze with a mouthful of burrito when panic started to set in, heat flushing through your whole body as you barely remembered to swallow your food and images from last night flashed through your head. “Did… did I hit on Bucky’s best friend?”

“Oh, you did more than that.” You didn’t even notice Darcy’s chuckling, too horrified at yourself to smack her like you normally would. “You serenaded her. You practically gave her a lap dance while you sang ‘Do You Wanna Touch’, I have it on video if you want to see.”

“Nooooooooo…” you were going to run away and become a mountain hermit, you could not believe you had made such an ass out of yourself in front of probably the most beautiful woman on the planet who was so much older than you and tall and put together and that was it, your life was over.

“Yes, it was a great time, everyone enjoyed it.” Darcy gave you a pat on the back when you sobbed and banged your head against the desk. “It’s fine, everyone will call you Joan Jett for a couple of weeks and then one of the guys will do something stupider and they’ll forget all about it.”

“But I won’t forget, oh my fucking god!” You vaguely remembered the gorgeous redhead helping you into your Uber and smiling at you when you told her you were going to climb her like a tree and call her mommy, and suddenly it felt like your burrito was about to come back up. “How the fuck am I supposed to face Bucky?!?!?”

“Hi Joan!” Damn it, it was like you’d summoned him, at least his smile was tinged with sympathy when he handed you a bottle of Gatorade. “How’s your head?”

“Who cares, Bucky!” You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you. “Please tell me I didn’t sexually harass your friend to the point where she never wants to see you again.”

“Nat? Don’t worry about her, she had a great time.” You couldn’t decide if that should make you feel better or worse. “Said if all my parties with coworkers are like that she’s gonna have to try to make it to every single one of them.”

“Of course she did.” You hated your life, you were going to give up drinking and sex and only get your enjoyment from food from now on. “Who wouldn’t have a good time watching someone make an absolute buffoon out of themselves while they’re shit faced? Please tell me I never have to face that woman?”

Bucky was about to reassure you when the door behind him opened suddenly and you squeaked and dove under the desk, looking over his shoulder and sighing when Nat was there. She looked relaxed and incredibly pleased with herself, nodding at Bucky when he sighed with exasperation and coming to lean on the counter right above where you were hiding while she chuckled as you asked if she was gone yet.

“Hey, cutie?” Nat was trying not to laugh too much when you squeaked again then whined when the table thumped after you cracked your head against it. “Sweetheart, I think you might be missing your wallet.”

You were, you hadn’t been able to find it this morning and ended up hopping the turnstile so you could make it to work on time. Nat was giving you what you could only describe as a look of warm amusement when you finally crawled out from underneath the desk to face her, she was so gorgeous, and you looked like warmed over vomit, this was potentially the worst day of your life. She was holding your wallet between two fingers as she smirked at you, watching you closely while you took it from her and biting her lip in a way that didn’t make you feel anything.

“Where did you find it?” She was freaking you out, you couldn’t get a read on her.

“Hmm, you gave it to me.” You had shoved it down the front of her costume, but seeing how small you looked right now made her think it might not be the best idea to bring that fact up. “You said you were going to give me your card and told me to call you, then gave me the whole wallet.”

“My card? It’s not the nineties.” You hated your life. “Thank you for bringing it back, you could’ve just given it to Bucky, though.”

“But then I couldn’t have seen you again.” That smile was going to knock you on your ass, she was so unnerving. “And I’d take any excuse to see a pretty thing like you.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed when she winked at you, what a fucking tease. “Don’t flirt with me, I already feel like shit.”

“That’s not what I want, sweetheart.” She couldn’t get enough of that sassy look on your face, just wanted to eat you up. “You should feel good all the time.”

“Bucky, tell your friend I have to work.” You tried not to feel too warm and bubbly when she kept grinning at you, play flirting was not what you needed right now. “But thank her for bringing my wallet back.”

“You are so very welcome, sweet girl.” She shook her head as she straightened back up. “Pretty as a peach. Let’s go get some coffee, Barnes. You ladies want anything?”

“No thanks.” Darcy still had that damn grin on her face once they were gone and now you were itching to smack her. “Um, why were you rude to someone who was clearly hitting on you?”

“She was not hitting on me.” You snorted as you started digging back into your burrito and focusing on your screen. “Have you seen her? She’s an amazon sex goddess, she’s not going to hit on me.”

“You… oh my god, you’re so fucking stupid.” Darcy wanted to bang her head against the wall, you were too stubborn for your own good. “She’s into you.”

“No she’s not.”

“She is, you fucking moron.”

“She is not, you balloon chested bimbo.”

“Hey!” Darcy balled up a tissue and threw it at you, sticking her tongue out when you scowled at her. “That was mean, you lollipop guild reject. And yes she is.”

“You wanna tell me what exactly you’ve been doing these past few months?” Bucky frowned at Nat when she tried to act like she was paying attention to the game behind him and sipped her beer innocently.”

“Not quite sure what you mean.” She knew exactly what he meant, but she wasn’t going to admit to anything when he was giving her that stern father look.

“Uh-huh.” Bucky loved her, but getting the woman to open up was like trying to crack a walnut with his bare hands. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around the precinct so much since I started there.”

“I’m just helping my clients.” She should’ve ordered vodka if she knew the conversation was heading this way. “It’s my job.”

“Every single client that comes through the 82?” Bucky tapped the bar top while she still avoided his gaze. “Because I seem to remember Matt and Maria handling most of them, since you’re the face of the firm.”

“Excuse me for taking a more hands on approach.” Nat managed to flag down the bartender and finally ordered her vodka. “I’m a philanthropist.”

“You’re full of shit.” Bucky rolled his eyes when she just shrugged. “You need to spend so much time at the front desk every time you come in?”

“I have to fill out paperwork.” She sipped on her new drink and sighed as she finally turned her attention to him. “And it’s nice chatting with the girls.”

“Both of them?” He tried not to grin when she blushed and stared at the bottom of her glass, reaching out to cover her hand with his and giving her a small squeeze. “Natasha, you haven’t slept with anyone in two months.”

Nat hated when Bucky looked at her like that, like he knew all her secrets better than she did. Of course she’d been hanging around the precinct and flirting like an idiot, she couldn’t stop thinking about you. Feisty, sassy, ‘take no shit from anyone’ you. Everything about you was so fucking cute, especially when you gave her that massive fucking attitude whenever she flirted with you. All she wanted was to pick you up and kiss you stupid to get you to quit running that smart mouth. She thought she’d done a good job of hiding her feelings, though.

Damn Bucky for being able to read her like a damn book.

“That doesn’t mean anything.” It meant everything, she loved sex, but she didn’t want to have it with anyone else. “I’m busy.”

“Would you quit lying.” Bucky leaned forward and bonked her head with his, smiling when she pouted at him and kissing her cheek. “You have big feelings for the little lady, so why don’t you admit it and finally ask her out?”

All she wanted was to ask you out, but it fucking terrified her.

Which was ridiculous. She could have anyone she wanted with the crook of her finger. Men and women fell on their fucking knees for the chance at just one night with her. They would eat out of the palm of her hand and they would thank her when she sent them on their way with just a cup of coffee and a fancy pastry in the morning.

But you?

You weren’t interested. Every time she flirted you would just dismiss her and tell her you had too much to do, even when you called her beautiful. You would always call her mean for being such a tease and tell her the only reason you let her get away with that shit is because she was so gorgeous. Even after so many months she hadn’t worn you down at all, which was kind of cute, but also ridiculously frustrating. All she had managed was to glean some small kernels of personal information from you and hold onto them like they were the most precious things in the world, because damn it, she wanted to know everything about you.

“It’s just nice right now.” Nat rested her head on Bucky’s shoulder and blew out an exasperated breath. “If I don’t ask, she can’t say no.”

“That’s what you’re scared of?” Bucky kissed the top of her head when she nodded. “Holy shit, babe. I don’t think you’ve ever even considered rejection a possibility, this is one for the books.”

“Shut up.” Nat scrunched up her face when he wound his arm around her and gave her a squeeze. “She’s so fucking cute, it freaks me out.”

“Yeah.” He took a sip of his beer while he thought things over, rubbing her shoulder absentmindedly and chewing on his lips. “You’ve gotta ask though, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“You’re in such a fucking snit.” Darcy frowned at you after you snapped at her for nothing, rolling her eyes when you just sniffed and ignored her. “Just because your crush hasn’t been here in a whole week, you giant sap.”

“I’m not a sap, shut up.” You huffed and crossed your arms under your breasts with a pout. “I’m PMSing.”

“God, you’re a liar.” She tapped her fingers against the desk irritably when you just kept up the petulant facade. “You want to see her, you’re mad she hasn’t been around, admit it.”

“I. Said. Shut. Up.” You wanted to kick her under the desk, she was so annoying. “I admit nothing.”

“Ugh, whatever, brat.” Darcy turned away from you when someone came up to the desk, grinning when she saw it was Bucky and ignoring your grumbling. “Hiya Bucky! Why hasn’t your friend stopped by in such a long time? It’s annoying my girl, and she’s starting to piss me off with her attitude.”

“My friend… Nat?” Bucky smiled and snuck a peek at you when Darcy nodded, the petulant look on your face a reminder of the friend they were talking about who was also ridiculously stubborn. “She was out of the city for a case, but she’s back now.”

“Oh really?” Darcy did not miss the way you straightened up a little at that, keeping her focus on Bucky while you tried to act like you weren’t listening. “Will she be stopping by anytime soon?”

“She’s actually coming by for lunch and should be here…” both of the meddlers grins got even wider when the door opened and the redhead walked in, ignoring her intrigued stare and turning back to each other. “Speak of the devil. Yours gonna quit being so snotty now?”

“Probably not.” Your squawked ‘snotty?’ was not acknowledged, Darcy still focused on Bucky and decidedly fed up with you being such a stubborn ass. “Don’t think she’ll quit being such a whiny little asshole until yours actually goes on a date with her.”

“Well, Nat was supposed to go out for drinks with me Friday but, gosh, I just remembered I have to wash my hair.” Now Bucky was ignoring Nat when she sighed indignantly. “So her night just freed up, isn’t yours off work?”

“Yes she is.” You were making so many offended noises but Darcy was past caring. “Seven o’clock should work well. Gimme her phone.”

“Yep.” Bucky managed to snatch it out of Nat’s hand before she could react, unlocking it and handing it to Darcy while she grabbed yours and did the same. “I’ll make sure she texts.”

“Me too.” Darcy winked when Bucky gave your phone back to her, waving when he ushered Nat out before she had a chance to protest then turning to beam at you while you just blinked stupidly. “You’re welcome, dumbass.”

Nat had been staring at your door for three minutes.

Her nerves were being ridiculous. This was just a date. She went on dates all the time.

But this was with you.

It had taken a day for her to finally text you the word hi, then another day for you to text her hi back. And then it was like the floodgates had opened. The next three days the two of you were constantly talking whenever you had a moment, finding out everything about each other that you could and Nat smiling whenever a notification popped up like she was a fucking schoolgirl. She was utterly infatuated with you, it was freaking her out. And she loved it.

She finally knocked, holding her breath while she waited for you and grinning when she heard you trip over something and curse. As soon as the door opened she felt like her heart was going to burst through her chest, you looked so fucking beautiful.

The look on her face was making you feel faint, like your tongue was too thick for your mouth and your brain couldn’t function while you gazed up at her and tried not to swoon. You couldn’t believe it was actually happening, that the last few months hadn’t been some colossal joke at your expense. This woman actually wanted to go out with you.

“Hi.” Her voice sounded so fucking sexy, she was going to kill you.

“Hi.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say, licking your lips and trying not to whine when she growled softly.

Next thing you knew you were pinned to the wall in your tiny little entryway with the plushest set of lips you’d ever felt smashed against yours, barely registering your apartment door slamming closed as you whined at the way your toes were barely brushing the floor as Nat wound her arms around your waist. Even when she started kissing down the curve of your neck, you could still hardly breathe, whining when she purred against your skin and trying to focus your eyes but failing miserably.

“Wait, Nat.” You whined when she ducked even lower to gently kiss along the tops of your breasts, gasping when she gave you a hungry look as she sucked a bruise against your skin. “Don’t we have a reservation?”

“Yeah… yeah we do. You say the word and we’ll go right now.” She smiled when you whimpered as she stood back up to her full height, resting her forehead against yours and breathing deeply as she settled her eyes on yours. “But the only thing I want to eat right now is that warm, wet prize between your legs, pretty thing.”

“Oh… wow.” You were pretty sure she was going to kill you, but you were absolutely fine with that. “We can stay.”

“Good girl.”

Natasha pressed her lips to yours and swallowed your yelp when she lifted you to wrap around her, her fingers digging into your hips while she carried you over to the couch. Her grin grew even wider when you let out a surprised huff at her dropping you onto the sofa, your breath getting shallow when she climbed on top of you and slipped her warm palms up your thighs and under your skirt.

“God, you’re so fucking soft.” She curled over you again and sucked on your lips until you moaned, slowly peeling your dress off you and biting her lip when you were finally bare to her gaze. “Beautiful.”

“Shut up.” You couldn’t help but giggle when she laughed at you trying to act coquettish while she had you at her mercy, sighing when she just kissed you and running your fingers up her spine. “Do I get to see you too and call you pretty?”

“When I’m done with my meal.” Nat bit your lip playfully before starting to kiss and lick every inch of your breasts, sucking on your nipples and tugging at them with her teeth while you could only make pathetic noises. “Wanna taste every fucking inch of you.”

“O-kay.” You hiccuped when she nuzzled at your stomach and squeezed your hips with a groan, your eyes fluttering closed when she trailed kisses along your curves. “Sounds great.”

“Mmhm.” She growled playfully and bit your thigh before smacking the side of your ass. “Flip over.”

You did what she asked, slowly rolling onto your stomach and whining when she grabbed two handfuls of your ass and squeezed. Then she smacked it again and you could have screamed, you throbbed so hard, her lips and teeth and tongue marking your sensitive skin until your eyes rolled back in your head.

“Nat…” you whimpered when she kept rubbing your ass and purring against your skin, arching your back and spreading your legs as she pulled your cheeks apart so she could stare at you. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

“Never. Fuck, you smell so good.” Nat buried her face between your thighs and groaned when she breathed you in deep, dragging her tongue over your slit agonizingly slow so she could taste all of you. “Jesus Christ, fucking peaches.”

There was no answer you could give her except a desperate mewl, letting yourself sink into the cushions when she slid her tongue inside your cunt and curled it. You feel like you were already losing your mind, panting like an idiot while she rubbed her nose against your cute little asshole and digging your fingers into the couch while she tongue fucked you until your whole body felt like one big spring that was wound too tight.

Your pussy was so fucking wet, Nat couldn’t seem to work her mouth fast enough to suck up everything that was dripping out of you, even with her lips wrapped around you so she didn’t miss anything. And the fact that you could hear all the obscene wet sloshes and slurps was not helping, your muscles spasming wildly as you felt it building up insanely fast.

“Fuck… oh fuck.” All you could do was let out a thin, high whine when you fell apart, your cunt fluttering against her lips and gushing into her mouth while she groaned at the taste of your cum. “Mommy…”

“Shit. You had me thinking you were never gonna actually say it, peach.” Nat grinned against you and hummed as she kept kissing your pussy like she could live off it. “Knew you’d be a good girl for mommy, knew this pussy would be so sweet for me. Why don’t you fuck it on my face, pretty girl? Make a goddamn mess out of me, mommy needs it.”

Yeah, she was definitely going to kill you. You reached back and buried your fingers in her hair as you started grinding your ass back into her face, biting the pillow under your face and whimpering when her tongue flicked against your clit. Then her thumb teased against your asshole and your brain broke, your hips writhing wildly when she sucked on your clit until you almost came before she pulled back with a wicked grin.

“Knew you’d like that, just look at you.” Nat bit her lip when she watched your little hole wink at her as she spat on it, her thumb circling the tight ring of muscle slowly and listening to your pathetic sounds as she kept flicking her tongue over your slit like a tease. “These are all mommy’s holes now, peachy girl. Gonna spoil the shit out of you.”

The way you gasped when she slid her thumb into your ass and started flitting her tongue around it was making Natasha clench, her thighs squeezing together when you shoved your hips back even more and yanked on her hair so she was practically suffocating you. She didn’t realize how much she was going to enjoy you completely losing it for you and using her just so you could get off, deciding very quickly that she was going to need to turn you into a mess all the time.

You were going to come again. All the buildup and how fucking sexy she sounded when she moaned and slurped and spat and just, all of it. Damn her and her incredible mouth and how fucking hot she was. And damn you for turning into such a fucking melty mess for her, though who could really blame you for that.

“Mommy please.” You whimpered when she kept fucking your ass with her thumb as her other hand began playing with your clit and you couldn’t help but kick your feet as you felt yourself teetering on the edge again. “Please, wanna come for mommy, need it.”

“Mmm, mommy needs it too, pretty baby.” Nat nipped at the soft skin that was twitching around her thumb while her other hand pinched your clit until you squeaked. “Come for me, sweet girl, let mommy drink from this perfect little pussy, oh my fucking god.”

You almost screamed when she ducked low to suck on your swollen clit, pulling on her hair and screwing your eyes closed while your body started shaking uncontrollably. Nat groaned when you started gushing all over her face, wrapping her mouth around your soft lips and swallowing everything you gave her with a low moan that sent a shiver up your spine. She loved that you couldn’t stop moving against her face as you rode it out, determined to be able to watch your face the next time she made you come and every single time after that.

Her lips spread in a slow smile when you kept shivering as she pulled back from your sex, moving her hands to knead your cheeks deeply while she rested her head against your hip and watched you ride it out. You couldn’t do anything except chirp and let your body sink into the couch, barely having the energy to turn your face and peek over your shoulder at her while a sloppy grin split your face.

“Hiiiiiiii.” Again, you couldn’t think of what else to say, especially since your brain was still mostly offline after two incredible orgasms that were better than anything any man had ever given you.

“Hey baby.” She couldn’t stop smiling as she crawled up your body and nuzzled at your cheek, purring happily when you let out a small sound of satisfaction and wrapping her arms around your waist to hold you as close as possible. “My sweet girl. I do feel a little bad about us missing dinner, but I couldn’t control myself.”

“Listen, that’s fiiiiiine with me.” You let her flip you onto your back and pulled her face to yours so you could lose yourself even more in kissing her. “You can kill me with orgasms tonight and it will be a very happy death.”

“You might be fine with that, but I’m not.” Nat chuckled into your mouth when you just gave her a pitiful little whimper. “Sorry, I’m kinda addicted to that pussy now, sweet peach. I’d get all bummed out if I didn’t have access to it for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, well.” You were not used to this level of attention, and it was even worse when you were in such a state of euphoria. “That’s okay too.”

“Good.” She pecked you once more before sitting up over you, gushing you when you whined at the lack of contact before winking when you swallowed audibly at the sight of her body when she pulled her dress over her head. “Now, should we take a bath before or after I rub my pussy all over yours until I come inside you?”

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To Be Cherished…

Natasha Romanoff x FemPlusSize!Reader

18+ | SMUT | Minors DNI

To Be Mine Forever (Next)

Oral(R receiving), Fingering (R receiving), Thigh Riding (Nat), Double-Sided Strap—Reader riding, Daddy Kink

Warnings: Alluded to fat-phobia, passive-aggressive abusive coworkers, trust issues, insecure reader

Heads Up Buttercups: 8857 Words 💋

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Natasha locked the door to her apartment, and set off into the night for a much needed escape. The world could most certainly survive if the Black Widow took a night off, and it's not like they had been given much of a choice anyways. Natasha was craving human interaction, the kind that was free of expectation, so off to the bar she went.

The attention she craved tonight wasn't necessarily promiscuous, but she would be lying to say she had sworn it off all together. Her outfit was slightly reserved, but it was also incredibly form fitting, with a classy view of her cleavage leaving hardly anything to the imagination.

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Your outfit was quite the opposite, as you were forced into the skimpiest of clothes for this bartending gig. The tube top, and black jean booty shorts barely contained your figure, truthfully doing nothing but to make you incredibly uncomfortable. Your gapless thighs would uncomfortably rub against each other as you maneuvered behind the bar at an efficient pace, leaving behind "chub rub" most nights. Then your far from toned stomach was visible to every patron served, and their eyes never failed to roam the entirety of your body.

Being a bigger woman you always anticipated the stares, people would be "inconspicuously" ogling your 'assets', then reimagining them on the toned blonde two stools down. You were also more than accustomed to the backhanded compliments from desperate patrons nearing last call, having yet to leave with someone.

"You're beautiful... for a girl your size, want to get outta here?"

Your response always came in the form of a tight lipped smile, and a firm 'no thank you.' Even though all you'd wanted to do in the moment was sucker punch the asshole, while simultaneously bursting into tears. Alas, you had bills to pay, and couldn't afford to lose your place—your kitty baby depended on you. The reminder that you graduated in a little under a year was all that really got you through your shifts anymore.

Natasha could hear the music roaring from a whole street down as she slowly approached the designated party block. The streets were flooded with plastered college kids trying to forget their studies as they bar hopped, and the older crowd was glued to their stool as they worked to drown out their worries. Natasha found amusement in observing the everyday people; stressing over such trivial occurrences that many of them had a hand in choosing for themselves.

If only she'd had the same problems...

She entered the first bar she saw, instantly regretting it as it appeared to be for a much younger crowd. It didn't take much for her to see their intentions were to engage in illegal activities, and she's not interested in having to be a narc so she swiftly retreated. The next few bars were busts as well, full of crowds of dull looking individuals, who make people watching entirely too mundane, so she continued on in her search.

She'd eventually settled upon the Hooter-esque bar—"The Glory Hole"—that left its workers in skimpy fits, with an array of patrons from all walks of life. Entirely too amused by the topless men in booty shorts, prancing around the establishment with pen pads and trays, she nearly missed the women behind the counter. Prissy overachievers was her first thought, as she vaguely heard their exaggerated giggles, but then her eyes made their way to you.

Something about the look in your eye had her absolutely enthralled, you were nothing like your fellow bartenders whom all seemed ecstatic to be here. The obvious obligation in your stance had instantly drawn her to you, because she herself is no stranger to the obligatory workings of the world.

She observed as the men and women patrons looked to you, ordering their drinks with their gazes obviously never meeting your eyes. Your tight smile gave way to the clear disinterest you'd felt for the attention, but your sweet tone in contrast had her smirking over her drink as she could just practically hear your internal monologues. Though she indeed found pleasure in briefly ogling your physique, she truly found the sound of your laugh—even if forced—to be more enticing.

After a little over an hour the traffic had finally died down, leaving you alone at the bar as all the others rushed off to take their 'breaks' in the laps of the many patrons, she'd decided this would be her chance to make her move to get closer to you. Her eyes had spent most of their time observing you, favoring you over the idiotic patrons she'd initially come for, and with every passing moment she'd found herself itching with unrivaled need to talk to you.

Being that you were no stranger to the stares, you'd felt hers almost immediately, but it wasn't anything you'd ever been used to. There was nothing about her gaze that was fueled by disgust, nor that devious curiosity that reigns in the eyes of those with the unexplored "chubby girl" fetishes you'd unfortunately grown used to. It came as quite a shock to you seeing as she was extremely fit, and quite literally an Avenger. It's no lie to say that she could have quite literally have anyone she wanted in this establishment; to even flirt with the idea that she'd be interested in you felt much more like a fever dream.

Whenever you would spare the glance her way her eyes wouldn't waver in their hold on you. Gentle intensity met your painfully insecure orbs, working overtime to pull you in, thus causing you to stutter in your movements more than once. Natasha would smirk over her glass, feeling accomplished whenever you ended up over pouring the shot, or nearly dropping your strainer when pouring a patrons drink.

Anxiety had overtook your form once your coworkers had abandoned you at the bar, and you could tell by the way the redhead was fidgeting around that she was preparing to move from her seat. Deep down you'd wanted her to approach you, maybe even flirt with you, but the even deeper seeded insecurities told you not to get your hopes up—to remember who you were in comparison to her. Attempting to avoid a prematurely broken heart you'd focused your attention on cleaning the bar up, shuffling around the bottles, then moving to restock the emptied.

An unexpected ringing from above had left you startled, causing you to hit your head on the undercarriage of the bar, and by a stroke of luck you'd been able to save the disheveled bottles before they could come crashing down. Reluctantly you stood to your feet to help whom ever it was that nearly cost you an entire paycheck, biting back the pained groan in favor of a friendly smile. Beautiful, iridescent green eyes, now apparently full of concern had been what you found yourself greeted with.

"Good evening, how may I satisfy your hole? Would another vodka soda suffice?" You ask the woman the go to slogan-esque question that the owner Bob had coined, internally cringing for the millionth time as the embarrassing words leave your mouth.

"Are you okay?" She tenderly questions you, completely overlooking your "professional" greeting.

"Oh, I'm fine miss, just a little bump is all. Thank you for asking, I truly appreciate it."

"Natasha." She gently corrects with an easy smile as she stares into your eyes.

"I know who you are miss, it's just more a professional courtesy is all, as I'm almost certain that you like to remain anonymous to the world when you're out in it."

"Yeah, you're not wrong, but I certainly don't mind when a pretty girl such as yourself calls me by my name." She shamelessly flirts as her smile morphs into a cheeky smirk, followed quickly by you exaggeratedly rolling your eyes at her words, but your stomach betrays you as it flutters with daunting hope.

Natasha also sees right through your gesture, because when your eyes refocus on her own she can see the insecurity that's mercilessly drowning out the hope swirling around, and the lack of faith in others you have—though she relates—truly breaks her heart.

"It would be even nicer if I also knew her name, so that I could know who it is I'm going out with later tonight."

"You're the Black Widow, I'm sure you know my name, probably even have access to my social security for that matter." You deadpan, having no tangible faith in this encounter as it progresses, insecurities now entirely controlling your thoughts.

"What's the fun in looking you up in a database when I have the gorgeous source stood before me?"

"Look, it's only a matter of minutes before the sex crazed idiots I work with all return, as well as the next wave of patrons who will follow. Please, can you just tell me which one of the said idiots put you up to this so that I can just set you free? I'll even tell them I fell into your trap, that I actually believed that someone like you was interested in someone like me. Then you can all share your little laugh later at my expense. Just please, stop whatever this is." You snap at the woman, losing all means of professionalism as you've grown tired of this repetitive act you've been subjected to

Usually this is perpetrated by the likes of Macy, the high school drop out from your graduating year, whom of which had conveniently showed up in the big apple a few months back. She also just so happens to be this bars go to piece of eye candy so reports to Bob end up getting filed away in a dusty HR folder. The same Macy who's currently in the far corners booth with her tongue down "Old Johnny Boy's" throat. You never expected she'd drag an Avenger into the mix just to humiliate you, nor that one would willing bite.

Though the hurt that flashes over her features at the insinuating words you just angrily spewed at her had you instantly regret them. The genuine frown on her face, and the ways in which you saw her internally monologuing before speaking once more told you she was completely caught off guard.

"Sweet angel, I can assure you that this isn't some twisted game, I've never met your coworkers, and clearly I'm the better one for it if that's something they'd do to you. You're truly gorgeous to me honey, I've spent most of my evening just marveling at the sight of you and your beautiful smile. So of course I'd be interested in "someone like you," and I'd genuinely love nothing more than to take you out after your shift ends."

"I-I, Natasha, I'm sorry, it's just..."

"Listen, there's this really cute diner up the way that never really closes, so please, if you're truly sorry then just let me take you out...?" She pointedly cuts your stuttered apology off, truly holding nothing against you in the moment, but very much willing to use your remorse to seal in the date with you.

"Well I'd be a fool to turn you down, so if it's a genuine offer, then I'll be all yours in an hour."

Natasha's face lights up at your sudden switch to acceptance, then she places her hand over yours on the bar to lightly squeeze it in silent confirmation that she's definitely all in here.

"I'm just going to slip off back to my corner table now while I attempt to wait patiently for you to get off moya prekrasnaya devushka..." She relays, before lifting your hand up and gently linking hers with yours to place a kiss to your knuckles before promptly departing.

(My beautiful girl)

The last hour of your shift is honestly a breeze once you allow yourself to feel the hope that's squeezing at your heart.

—

"Y/N/N...." Macy's shrill voice sings out your unfavored nickname, breaking through your peace, and like always her voice never fails to cause your body to tense up.

"I have a date." You flatly state with your hand already on the door handle seeing as how you knew where this was headed and you'd already clocked out ten minutes ago.

"Yeah, and I'm ugly, try something a bit more believable next time Y/N/N. Johnny wants to take me home, and Brad already left with Jamarion so that only leaves you to help close."

"Jesus Macy, you're the one scheduled to close with Patrick tonight, so do your damn job because my date's been patiently waiting on me while I was changing." You groan in response, swiftly moving out of the employee's backroom and passing by the amused looking blonde.

"Ooh, look at you suddenly getting all feisty... Now, like I was saying, I really need you to handle it for me tonight. No need to lie about a date, especially not when I have a very important one of my own to attend to." Macy teases as she follows you out, completely oblivious to the assassin's watching eyes as she casually humiliates you.

Natasha watches the scene playing out, doing her very best to keep the anger at bay when she sees the way that your coworker treats you in front of everybody. She smiles to herself though as she hears you standing up for yourself, and judging by the blondes scowl it's clearly not a usual occurrence.

"Attend it once your shift ends then—because newsflash, that's how having a job works. Goodbye now Macy."

Before the girl can push you any further though Natasha decides to step in to hopefully shut this messy bitch up so that she can finally have you all to herself.

"Hey there sweetheart, are you ready to go?"

Macy's eyes nearly bulge out of her skull at the sight of Natasha Romanoff with her arm wrapped around your shoulder, and she's not entirely sure why but for some reason her eyes are completely zeroed in on you.

"Yes, I'm really sorry that it took me so long, I needed to change and then my coworker here was trying to get me to cover her tonight but I had to sadly decline."

"Sorry, Mace is it? But we must be on our way now, hopefully your boyfriend is able to stay up passed his bedtime just this once though, I'm sure the senior center will make the exception for you. Good luck, we'll be rooting for you."

Natasha pulls you out of the bar within the same instant, leaving the blonde a spluttering mess, and her heart soars unbelievably high at the sound of your unfiltered laughter.

"Oh my gosh! Did you see her face?! That was fucking amazing, you're truly amazing!"

Natasha's quick to pull you into a kiss as the heightened feelings of joy overwhelm her, lightly leaning into you as she maneuvers your body against the brick wall, but before it could divulge into a rushed night she pulls back.

"Woah..." You mutter, mouth remaining agape as the realization of what took place hits you.

She chuckles at your adorably shocked face then places another sweet kiss to your cheek as she links her hands with yours, and then pulls you down the street.

"Yeah, I might've gotten ahead of myself there darling, I hope I didn't scare you off."

You swiftly quell her worries, then allow her to lead you to the 24/7 diner you're already intimately familiar with as a college student. Which is made rather apparent to the assassin as she watches you being greeted with a warm embrace. Had the lady not been nearing her sixties she might've even been jealous, but you agreeably being here with her was enough to calm her truly unwarranted feelings.

"Y/N! Sweetheart, it's been so long, it's so good to see you!" Eliza greets you with a firm hug, tiny arms doing their best to wrap around you, and you reciprocate the gesture by loosely wrapping your arms around her fragile form.

"Mama Liz, how have you been? Sorry, but college has been kicking my behind these last couple weeks. So between the masters coursework, and the bar I've been a bit preoccupied."

"I've been great dear, I hope you have been as well, don't go overworking yourself now."

"Tired, but overall yes, I'm doing well."

"That's good dear, now let's get the two of you seated, booth or table?" She asks while picking up two menus, even if she knows you won't be needing it.

You look back to your date with a soft smile, still shocked to see the gorgeous redheaded woman behind you, and she understands you're both leaving the decision up to her.

"A booth would be nice." Natasha quietly decides, suddenly nervous having now already met someone who—judging by the title you'd greeted her with, seems to be important to you.

Natasha slides into her side with apparent ease, whereas you cautiously take your seat across from her, slightly sucking in to ensure you're not embarrassingly struggling to fit into the narrow space. Natasha obviously sees this, inwardly she's cursing herself for not even considering the limitations of a booth, but she remains quiet and averts her gaze to the menu. Once you're comfortable with the seating you silently observe her as she curiously overlooks the menu.

"The t-bone steak with your choice of eggs and country style potatoes seems like it would be something you'd like." You suddenly state, and her accompanying chuckle makes you a bit nervous to hear her thoughts.

"Yeah, is that right now?" She teases, lowering her menu a tad to meet your gaze.

"Yeah, you don't seem like you'd be all that interested in the sweet side of breakfast; so really the steak, potatoes and eggs is simple enough, and you seem like a practical person."

"Honey, it's currently one in the morning, I'd like to think practicality was kinda thrown out the window." She jests, then places her menu down and takes a sip of the water before her.

She observes the slight fall of your face, recognizing the insecurity that once again is written all over you, and she hates how truly engrained it all is in your mind.

"Fair point, well, I'm getting the classic burger with fries and a chocolate shake." You apprise her of your order while nervously fidgeting as you begin to stack up the abundance of creamers on the table.

Natasha reaches out to grip your hands, successfully stopping your stacking game, consequently pulling your distant gaze up to meet hers. Her kind smile works to bring you back to the moment, and you suddenly feel this need to apologize for the sudden mood drop.

"I'm sorr—."

"Hey, hey, sweet girl... Please don't apologize, whatever it is you're feeling is more than okay. How can I help?"

Before you could voice your insecurity driven thoughts Mama Liz interrupts the both of you, taking the both of your orders, and as you'd expected Natasha does order the T-Bone Steak breakfast. As soon as Liz takes off Natasha looks for you to continue, squeezing your hand for encouragement, and so with a slight hesitance you nervously begin to ramble.

"It's just, I don't understand why you're here. Even though you've told me why, I just can't wrap my head around it, because there were so many people at the bar you could've gone home with. So many people that were far closer to being in your league, so much prettier even. I'm just an average looking chubby girl, and normally I don't struggle to see my worth, but this still just feels like a big old joke to me. There's no fathomable reason you, The Black Widow, gorgeous as you are would want to be caught dead with someone like me."

Natasha's jaw briefly tenses at the way you speak so ill of yourself, it truly boils her blood because you're genuinely gorgeous. Clearly you're blinded by what society has told you to think of yourself, and she plans to undo this horrific conditioning of yours, to let you see just what she sees when she looks to you. Quickly she'd gotten up and situated herself beside you on your side of the booth. Using her left hand she guides your face up to get you to look at her. Her other hand remains atop of yours on the table, subtly intertwining her fingers with your own as she does her best to reassure you once again.

"Y/N, you are so fucking gorgeous, every single last bit of you. Whoever has told you otherwise deserves to have their eyes removed for their inability to use them correctly, then honestly to have their asses beat for lying to you. Now, to answer your looming question, none of those people at the bar had what you do, because beyond you being incredibly hot, more importantly I can tell you're beautiful in every other way as well. Whatever it is you've been made to see, I need you to work to unsee it, and to realize your beauty because I want you in anyway you will let me have you, and if I'm being honest with you I'm sort of hopeful it's in totality."

"I'm sorry, I really don't mean to seem so insecure, honestly it's embarrassing."

"Oh sweetheart, it's okay, you deserve to be cherished, and I promise to do just that this early morning."

Natasha leans forward to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, hopeful it's enough to reassure you, though she once again finds herself reluctant to pull away but she somehow finds the strength to do so just in time for the food to arrive.

Mama Liz silently settles the food down on your rightful sides, then as Natasha shifts back to her original seat Liz sends a knowing wink your way and you find yourself shying away.

"Enjoy the food ladies."

"Thank you ma'am." Natasha politely says with her nervous eyes on the elder woman.

"Oh no dear, Mama Liz is just fine, because any friend of Y/N's is a friend of mine." She sweetly relays, emphasizing the word 'friend' as she sends another not so subtle wink your way.

Silence falls over the table as the both of you dig into your plates, sounds of forks scraping and muffled chewing is all that really fills the space around you until the Russian finally asks you the highly anticipated question.

"So... How do you know Mama Liz?"

"She's the owner of my favorite diner." You purposefully answer with sparse details, then you lightly chuckle at the sounds of her displeased huff.

"I mean—."

"I know what you mean." You playfully tease her, then go on to give her what she wanted.

"I'm not from New York if you hadn't figured that out yet, I am actually from a small town out in California, which I'm grateful for because living in that state had at least prepared me for the sheer size of this place." You relay, pausing to gulp down a drink of your water before continuing on.

"When I arrived here on a wing and a prayer five years ago, I had effectively known nobody, so in turn my first year here was rather lonely. I'd come here, order this exact meal, and focus in on my studies while the ambiance of the building provided me much needed comfort. Over time Eliza here took notice of me, so on nights when the restaurant was slow she'd just sit with me and converse over a cup of coffee. The simple gesture was the only thing that had made me feel welcome in this massive city, she really was my only friend."

Natasha smirks at the way you dually emphasize the use of the term friend, now understanding the true meaning behind the elder woman's previous inflection, and her underlying protectiveness over you.

"To this day she is still my greatest adversary, she's taken such great care of me over the years. This one time when she was comforting me over a bad break up I had kinda let the title slip, and she hushed my apologies with happy acceptance instead. She's truly a sweet woman, who deserves nothing short of the world."

Natasha admires the way you speak with such care for the woman, a newfound appreciation for the diner owner arises as she hears about the ways in which she's cared for you; shocking hope knocks at her heart in anticipation that one day she'll be able to be the one to comfort you instead.

"She's actually retired for the most part, having passed the diner off to her son a couple years back, but he recently got really sick though so she's currently holding down the fort again. So on the days when I have the free time I come in to work with her. She tries to pay me, and when I vehemently refuse she'll still find a way to slip a $20 into my pocket and shove an entire weeks worth of food into my hand." Somberly the words leave your mouth, followed by an exaggerated sigh as you finish off, finally looking up to see the beautiful woman already staring at you.

"Mama Liz is actually reserved for me, so you should honestly feel extra special." You lightly tease the woman who only returns your teasing with a gentle smile.

"Well, you two have a great night, I'll see you next weekend my darling girl." Eliza relays while suddenly popping up, refilling your empty water cups as she does, and turning to you for confirmation and you lightly nod.

Before walking away she places a tender kiss to your cheek, glaring at you in subtle challenge as she sees you consider wiping the remnants of the wet kiss off, triumphantly smiling at the both of you when you decided to leave it be.

"Keep her safe, and be good to my sweet Y/N." She reiterates with a soft glare when looking to the Avenger sat before you, causing you to stifle your laughter when you notice the almost fearful look in the former assassin's eyes.

"Of course ma'a—Mama Liz, I promise." Natasha stutters out, subtly correcting herself, and you observe her wide smile when the woman leans down to kiss her cheek as well.

You'd basically watched as her anxieties all but faded away under the tender touch of the elder woman, and you felt an abundance of hope consume you at the sight of your comfort person and your new prospective lover getting along so well.

"I know you will..." She confirms with a firm squeeze to the former assassins shoulder before rushing off to take her leave.

Shonda, the woman clocking in to replace Eliza waves your way while assisting another table, instantly peeking the redheads interest as she observes the interaction with jealous curiosity.

"Who's that?"

Her voice was laced with an obvious distaste she'd been trying to hide, and you smirked over the bite of your burger at the thought of her potentially being jealous.

"Shonda, she works twelve hour graveyard shifts twice a week to cover the bills her student loans, and supplemental payments from the government don't cover. Her husband was shipped off a couple months ago to be thrown into combat, thus leaving her alone to finish her last year of undergrad with a nearly five month old. Lovely woman."

Natasha's shoulders settle at your in depth description of the woman, allowing her to know that she was expressly spoken for, then she tenses once more when she sees you dipping a fry into your shake.

"What in the world are you doing?"

"This, Miss Romanoff, is a diner delicacy." You tease, passing the sticky fry over and staring expectantly at her as she observes it fearfully.

The melted chocolate ice cream begins to drip down the fry, nearly reaching her fingertips so she reluctantly throws the questionable food into her mouth, and you silently cheer at the involuntary moan that leaves her mouth.

"Shit, that's shockingly good." She states while doing grabby hands, causing you to giggle loudly at her enthusiasm.

You push your shake, along with your fries to the center of the table, then gesture for her to have at it, watching amusedly as she dips her own into your shake with an almost childlike glee.

"How's everything going over here?" Shonda's customer voice sings in question, successfully popping your bubble, and you stand at the sound of her voice to pull her into a bear hug.

"Pictures!" You pretty much shriek in her face, ignoring her question, and Natasha just continues to devour your food while silently observing the interaction.

"He's sitting up with barely any assistance now, and look at him, the little shit looks just like his father. I did all the damn work, and still am as of right now, and if you saw us together at the grocery store you'd think I'd kidnapped him."

"Oh you hush, he literally has your nose." You try to reason with her, receiving a harsh slap to your arm for a reason you're unaware of.

"Do you see the size of that nose?! Mine is tiny and cute, how incredibly rude..."

You roll your eyes at her asinine antics, then sit back down across from your date when the chef calls out that an order is ready to go out.

"Well, duty calls, feel free to leave whenever. Your guy's tab was already covered—Eliza's orders, I hope that you two have a wonderful night, and I'll see you next weekend sweets."

"Oh no, please do let me pay." Natasha panics, instantly reaching for her wallet, but Shonda dismisses her with the shake of her hand.

Natasha frowns when she swiftly takes off to assist the other tables, so she huffs and defiantly places a crisp $100 bill onto the table under the already stacked dishes and stands with her hand extended out for yours.

"That was very sweet of you Natasha, especially when the meal was definitely no more than $35." You coo, placing a kiss to her cheek in thanks as you both exit the diner, and Natasha's just grateful for the cover of night so that you don't see her blushing.

"It was honestly nothing dorogoy."

The both of you set off in the direction of your apartment that was only a little ways up the street. You were happily swinging your interlocked hands while talking about anything and everything imaginable and Natasha was honestly more than happy to just listen to you. It was honestly amazing to watch as you'd gone from this hesitant, closed off shell of a human to an overzealous goof in just under a few hours.

"This is me." You shyly announce, stopping in front of the set of semi-rundown studio apartments.

"Noooo, it can't be." Natasha whines, stomping her feet in clear protest, and moving her hands to hold you in front of her by your love handles.

Seeing the woman who's globally known for her ever so stoic disposition whining amuses you tremendously, especially over something as minor as you departing after only having just met earlier in the night. So you smirk at her, which only causes her to deepen her pout, then she catches you off guard by moving to trap you against the brick walls of your building.

The sheer force with which she uses to shove you into the wall shouldn't shock you but it most definitely does as you gasp at the impact. Most individuals have avoided having to move you around, so you'd never actually thought you'd find someone willing to, let alone able to do so, and the act alone had you feeling dizzy.

Her lips pressing against yours with bruising force also did nothing to distract you from your already impure thoughts. You found yourself eagerly matching her force, moving your lips in tandem against one another's until the both of you were eventually pulling back as you were completely void of oxygen in your lungs.

"I still haven't been able to cherish you like I promised detka." She breathlessly rasps against your kiss swollen lips, voice having dropped an entire octave; streetlights perfectly illuminated her face, and gave you a clear view of her lust filled orbs.

"What's stopping you?" You challenge the woman with a playful smile, and quirked brow.

"Lead the way angel." She muses, forcefully spinning you around by your plush hips until your stood before her as a guide.

Her tight hold on your hips remains as you make your way to the door, keys in hand, but the nerves began to drown out your fleeting wave of confidence thus causing your ability to unlock a door to all but disappear. Natasha's right hand slowly trails up your side, nimble fingers lightly cascade down the expanse of your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake as they travel with purpose to grab the color coded keys from your shaky hands.

"Which key is it sweetheart?"

"Gre-en." You manage to stutter out over your incredibly dry throat, and as if she can sense the nerves—of course she can—her lips move to place a gentle kiss to the side of your neck as she simultaneously unlocks the door and guides you inside.

Before she can pounce on you though as she intends to a loud meow, followed by a protective hiss halts her movements.

"Jesus, Kitty Baby, don't go scaring off my beautiful guest." You scold the calico pigmy cat, gently lifting her up to properly introduce her to the redhead before passing her along and filling the cat's bowl with food.

"Her name is kitty baby?" She asks, humor clear in her tone as she sets your tiniest love down at her food bowl.

"Well, yeah..." You nervously answer her, scratching at the back of your neck and the redhead moves quickly to envelop you in her strong arms.

"That's just adorable." She humorously mumbles against your lips before leaning in to tenderly kiss you, leading to you pretty much melting against her as she guides you by your hips to lean against your counter.

"Oh love, I can't wait to have you beneath me, giving you all the tenderness that you deserve, is that what you want too?"

The words hardly register in your mind as her kisses begin to trail down your neck, desperate whimpers fall from your lips as it sinks in for you just how touch starved you've truly been.

"Honey, are you with me?" Natasha asks, very much aware of the effect she's having on you, and loving every second of it.

Humming—it's all you can do in this instance to let her know that you're presently in the moment with her. Eyes lazily flutter open though once you feel her lips leaving your collarbone, and her eyes bore into your own expectantly.

"My beautiful, sweet angel, I need words before I can go any further here, what do you want?"

"Please baby, just cherish me..." You whimper, shiver running down the redheads spine at the desperation in your tone as you plead for her.

"I truly don't mind cherishing you here angel, but a bed might be more comfortable."

Even though your mind was muddy, and your legs felt like jelly when you walked you managed to guide her into your room. With a gentleness she'd pushed you back onto your mattress, and then moved to straddle your thighs. Natasha was rather cautious when approaching the subject of removing your own dress.

"Detka, can I?" She husks into your ear, while her fingers twist the bottom of your dress and she breathes in deeply to work to contain her urges.

She had began to lightly grind her hips down against your own to keep the arousal flowing. Too far gone to even feel embarrassed by the idea of her seeing you so exposed you happened to mumble out a:

"Daddy please, take it off."

Intentions—as pure as they can be, are not always met with equivalent actions when one's in the heat of the moment. A flip had switched in Natasha at the title that naturally rolled off your tongue, and in a completely feral state she'd ripped your dress in half.

"Fuck..." She groaned, watching excitedly at the way your nipples immediately perked up at the contact with the cold air since you were already braless.

Natasha's mouth connected to yours briefly before her lips and nimble fingers trailed down the entirety of your body with a purpose. Delicate fingers trace over your stretch marks with the utmost care, leaving behind bursts of goosebumps that are then followed by soft lips leaving behind a multitude of love bites in their wake before she makes her way down.

"Honey, can I?"

"Yes, please..."

"Good girl..." She praises while pulling your panties off in one swift motion, grateful for your use of both your words and manners.

Her firm grip on your thighs has your body shaking with anticipation when she spreads them further than you could do on your own. Natasha breathes in deeply, letting the smell of your arousal consume her before she's diving right in.

"Oh, oh, shitt..."

Expertly—she uses her tongue to bring you over the edge within a matter of minutes, remaining there even longer as she makes sure to lap up every last drop of your addicting arousal. After being substantially satisfied with her collection she pulls back to marvel at the sight of your glistening folds.

While her fingers teasingly ran through your slick folds she had began to need to rub her own thighs together in search of the much needed friction. In a frenzied state she pulled away, leaving you to whimper at the loss of contact, spurring her on to move quickly to rip her clothing off, so that she could then straddle your right thigh without pesky barriers. A low moan fell from her at the slight contact, her hips then began to move with a clear goal, as she ground into your thigh in desperate chase of her release.

"Look at what you did to daddy honey, making me make a mess all over your luscious thighs..."

She'd slowly dipped her fingers back through your folds to collect your arousal, teasingly rolling over your sensitive nub before trailing back down to push two fingers into your pulsating entrance. Your incoherent babbles had brought a brief smirk to her face before her own mouth fell open, releasing the filthiest of moans that only furthered your own arousal.

Natasha could hardly keep herself up between the overwhelming pleasure she was receiving by humping your thigh, and the delicious feeling of your warm, tight walls holding her fingers captive. She was nearing her breaking point—movements becoming erratic, and at the same time that Natasha had curled her fingers up inside of you, and used her thumb to rub against your clit you'd tensed the muscles in your thigh effectively throwing the both of you over and into a state of pure bliss.

Natasha instantaneously fell into you, lips smashing into yours carelessly, and her tongue wasted no time in pushing passed your lips to explore the entirety of your mouth while the both of you were still reeling from your mind blowing orgasms.

"We're not done yet, I always come prepared..." She husks against your lips before she's pulling back with a renewed energy while moving to collect something from her bag.

The familiar sounds of her fastening the strap to herself had you a tad bit nervous, but the excitement of it all weighed it out. Natasha crawled back onto the bed, hovering her face above yours before leaning in for a much sweeter kiss than the previous ones.

"Listen honey, I'm going to ask you to do something, and I want you to please consider trying it before you just say no."

With the way she looked to you, the nerves were now beginning to drown out the excitement, so you silently nodded in vague agreement.

"Daddy's going to lay against these pillows, and you're going to ride my cock, okay? I promise there's nothing to worry about, I got you..."

"What if I hu—."

"Honey, you could never hurt me, I promise... I'm starting to wonder myself if you might be the thing that actually makes me whole again."

Natasha wipes away at the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes at her sincere words, then she places a kiss to your nose, and smiles kindly down at you when you nod shyly in favor of her request. Natasha gets situated on the bed, hands reaching up to hold yours while you struggle to maneuver across the memory foam mattress. Nearly falling on top of her like you'd feared, but once again her strength amazed you, saving you from the embarrassment of it all with a cheeky wink thrown your way.

Natasha holds one of your hands while using her other to guide the faux cock to your entrance, gaze nothing short of encouraging as you begin to lower yourself onto the strap. Wincing at the way it had stretched you out, Natasha was quick to comfort you:

"Shhh.. You're okay honey, move whenever you're ready."

Never had you done something like this before, it's always just been missionary, or down on all fours. You'd say it's because the idea terrified you, but more so it's because your previous partners were never interested in such a thing with you, it was always just about a quick release with you for them. Natasha observed the hesitancy, but was patient and allowed you the time to explore, watching in adoration as you slowly began to grind against her.

The strap moved inside the both of you at the perfect angle once you'd finally got the hang of lightly bouncing, testing out your limits and finding immense pleasure in it. The coil within Natasha's abdomen was tightening far quicker than before now that she was able to see you in this new way. Carefree as can be as you rode her strap, breasts bouncing in rapid succession along with your belly. Her marks beautifully littered across your skin, illuminated by the sweat that had layered your body, and the different noises that filled the room were driving her absolutely crazy.

Natasha watched on as your moves began to falter, exhaustion rather prominent in your eyes, and she herself was barely holding on. Planting her feet firmly into the bed she'd aggressively thrusted her hips upwards, causing you to fall forward, but Natasha's arm was quick to wrap around you to rotate your bodies. Slamming you down into mattress, thus causing the strap to reach your furthest depths, causing you to scream as your arousal came gushing out of you, drenching her strap, and the sheets beneath the both of you. Natasha's climax was just as intense, having found the way that you just came undone below her so unbelievably hot, her intense screams slightly muffled against your neck.

After your third orgasm had ran through you Natasha could tell you were spent, honestly, she was too after the long week she'd just had. Bodies seemingly molded together as one once she settled atop of you; the panting, sweaty mess she was, lazily placing tender kisses over the marks she'd left behind while the both of you came down from your collective highs.

"Thank you..." A choked out phrase tumbles from your lips, vulnerability obvious, and heartbreaking as she felt you lightly shaking from beneath her.

"It was truly my pleasure detka, there's no need for thanks." She reassures you before attaching her lips to yours for a lazy round of making out.

Exhaustion doesn't even stop her from kissing you as your lips are far too intoxicating, sighs of contentment leaving her in the moment tell you just how happy she truly is. The only thing able to convince her to pull away is the pained whine that reverberates through her mouth from your throat when her knee had accidentally brushed against your puffy, sensitive core.

Natasha reluctantly pulls back from your lips only to settle on admiring you, leaning her face onto her hand that's propped up by her elbow. Total serenity consumes her at the sight of your stilled features, taking her fingers she gently trailed them across your face until she coaxed you from your nearing sleep state.

"Hey there sunshine..." She sweetly whispers once your eyes finally open, thumb dragging along your kiss swollen lips as she does.

"Hi..." You croak out, then with an embarrassed smile you turn to bury your face into her shoulder.

Natasha loves how shy you suddenly became even after the intense ways in which you'd both just intimately used one another's bodies for pleasure. Her hand went up to cup the back of your head to hold you close while she whispered into your ear.

"Moya prekrasnaya devushka, I'm going to be right back, don't fall asleep just yet..."

(My beautiful girl)

After your hum of acknowledgment she'd kissed your temple then took off towards your kitchen. Collecting two glasses of ice water, and preparing a post love making snack as fast as she could before making her way back to you.

"Honey, where are your night clothes?"

Lazily you'd pointed out the top drawer, so she'd sifted through it to find you a camisole and pair of panties, then for herself she took an old graphic T-shirt that fortunately for her had smelled just like you. After she'd cleaned you both up, then redressed your now self aware form she'd sat herself against the headboard and beckoned you close.

"Dorogoy, come here..."

Shyly you'd set yourself in her lap, allowing her to pull your back flush against her front as she cuddled you from behind, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck for the brief moment of peace it offered her.

"I made us a snack, then after we eat we can go to sleep..."

Natasha broke the sandwich she'd made in half, handing you your side before digging right into her own like a woman starved. Without much consideration you also took a large bite, but grew to quickly regret it as your body was thrown into a coughing fit.

"Natasha, what exactly ... is ... this?"

"A peanut butter sandwich...?"

"Jeezus, so I introduce you to a delicacy, and you go and try to kill me with this brick of a sandwich. I'm not rich, but I know damn well I had jelly."

Natasha's laughter warms your heart as it reaches your ears, and shakes throughout your body with her underneath you.

"Come on, it's not that bad.." She gets out over her laughter while raising your glass of water to your lips to offer you much needed 'salvation.'

"Much better..." You exaggeratedly sigh out, quickly rolling away to avoid the pinch headed for your hips, but she pounced on you anyways.

The laughter faded quickly as the exhaustion resettled into your bodies, and you smiled at the way Natasha had decided to attach herself to you like a koala bear.

"Goodnight detka..." She breathes against your collarbones, and you return the sentiment while pulling the blanket up over your bodies.

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Natasha had to rush off the following morning after receiving a text from Maria that she had been needed for an emergency mission. Broodingly she'd traveled around the room to collect her belongings, slowly redressing herself so that she could continue to admire your sleeping form. Natasha's gaze happily rested on the swell of your ass while she pulled a pen out of her bag to leave you behind a note. Leaving a kiss in the corner of the letter, she then does the same to your cheek before reluctantly taking off out of your front door.

When you woke up to an empty bed your heart had honestly sank, the fear that she'd just used her learned deceptive skills to have you convinced you were more than a challenging fuck ran through your mind. Your tear line had begun to fill, but as you sat up your sight fell to your bedside table. Sat atop the furnishing was a beautifully written note, a bottle of water, granola bar and a business card with her personal information.

After a moment of just sitting there with your eyes closed, trying to stabilize the nervous fluttering heart in your chest you finally found the bravery to pick up the note.

"Dearest Y/N,

I'll be back, no promises on when exactly, but just know that I did NOT want to leave your side this morning. Because honey, you looked far too delectable for your own good, but sadly duty calls, so once I finish saving the world I'll be back to pick up where we'd left off...

Take care of yourself,

XO, Natasha 💋"

The simple note had truly made your heart swell, filling with the kind of hope you'd only ever dreamed of—Natasha was proving rather quickly to be your wildest dream come true.

—

The week had come to an end pretty quickly, and you were currently finishing up your shift at the bar; relief spreading throughout your aching muscles as you spun around to place a final drink before a young man when a familiar flash of red had caught your gaze. Natasha was stood off to the side of the bar with a wide smile, her hair thrown up into a messy bun, wearing a tight pair of jeans, that she'd paired with an oversized hoodie that you immediately recognized as the one missing from your closet.

"Welcome to the Glory Hole where we aim to pleasure you, what can I get you to help satisfy your deepest desires?" You cheekily greet the woman with another one of Bob's greatest quips.

Natasha licks her lips before attempting to answer you, and you obviously notice the not so subtle way in which her eyes fall to your exposed chest before they return to meet your own which causes you to smile cheekily while you were drying a cup in wait for her answer.

"You know honey, I'm so glad you'd asked, because I was really hoping to escort the prettiest girl in the bar here to this adorable diner up the street. What do you—."

"Well good thing I'm free then." Macy cuts in, causing your entire body to tense and face to fall in anticipation of the impending taunts.

"Look, my patience for you is truly nonexistent. So run along, suck face with the guy who's nearing his deathbed, and leave my beautiful angel and I alone."

Macy huffs at the sheer humiliation, stomping off in the direction of her knight in shining diapers, and you run around the counter to hug the woman close in thanks.

"I'll be waiting right out front for you detka..." She tenderly promises with a kiss to both of your cheeks.

As you'd exited the bar you were greeted with a bouquet of flowers, followed by a chaste kiss to your lips before a motorcycle helmet was then fastened over your head.

"I got you..." She coos as you anxiously settled behind her and held onto for dear life as she'd secretly anticipated, then she drove off towards Eliza's.

—

Natasha sat in a booth that night sipping on her never ending mug of coffee, while filling out her digital mission reports. One report normally took her fifteen minutes, but tonight she'd been far too distracted, admiring the way that you, Shonda and Mama Liz worked so harmoniously together.

"Why did you even work at the bar?" She wonders to herself before attempting to refocus herself on the task before her.

It was to no avail though, because whenever you laughed her heart would skip a beat, and when you bustled by her booth her eyes would be stuck on your adorable, focused expression. Then when the diner had slowed, and you sat across from her with fries and a shake, her report was long forgotten as her entire focus was on the descriptions of your week gone by.

—

If there was one thing the redhead was entirely sure of as she watched you peacefully sleeping beside her that night it was that you were it for her. Peace was hard to come by in her line of work, so after the calm you'd been able to bring her just by being near had effectively settled in she was hooked. Natasha knew from the moment she saw you that you deserved the world, and she vowed to herself to be the one to give it to you.

A woman like you deserved to be cherished...

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thorfemmes · 2 years

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u know it's really cute in theory to wear ur fave's clothing but I wouldn't actually fit into any of my fave's clothes so instead i'm imagining them wearing my clothes

#like steve harrington wearing my sweater? say less #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x plus size reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x plus size reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x plus size reader #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x plus size reader #wanda maximoff x plus size reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x plus size reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x plus size reader

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Mommy, Sorry, Mommy

Natasha Romanoff x plus size reader

Sleep deprivation and a very attractive assassin do not mix

Warnings: sleep deprivation, implied smut, mommy kink, d/s dynamics, crack fic

A/N: Take this poll to help me rewrite the MCU!

WC: 883

Minors DNI

Your brain felt like TV static to say the least. The math on the whiteboard in front of you had become some kind of hieroglyph about an hour ago but you were still downing energy drink after energy drink in some vain attempt to get the symbols to make sense.

Bruce was dead asleep at the desk next to you as Scott and Tony were arguing about god knows what. The team had found a mysterious compound in the safe of an arm’s dealer in Russia a few days before, so naturally, the smartest people they could think of, were gathered together to figure out what it was.

As the Avenger’s leading virologist, you were first on the list. Now, three days later, you weren’t any closer to figuring out what it was. You only knew that you hadn’t yet hit your body’s limit for caffeine. The neon blue liquid seemed to taunt you as it sat in the triple reinforced glass case next to the whiteboard.

“Can’t we call Dr Strange to help us out?” Your head lolled to glare at Tony as you downed the last of the fluorescent green drink, throwing the empty can into the overflowing trash in the corner of the room. “Because!” He shouted back. “Because what?!” You hissed, pushing the black frames of your glasses back up your nose.

“Because he called me a ripoff batman. So I will not be indulging that behaviour anymore.” “Jesus Christ.” Just as you were about to berate the billionaire, you saw the glass doors of the lab slide open in your peripheral vision. And in walked the single most beautiful creature that has ever existed. Natasha Romanoff.

When you first joined the Avengers, she had immediately taken you in, smothering you with gifts and girls nights with Wanda. She was sweet and thoughtful, and by far the most amazing person you had ever met. It had been too easy to fall completely in love with the Black Widow, and fall you did.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at her. The blood red satin dress was practically a second skin, clinging to her smooth curves and billowing around her as she moved. A double slit exposed both her long pale legs and the deep v-cut gave a hint of cleavage. High black heels and red lips completed the look.

Whatever thoughts you had left in your brain after the copious amounts of energy drink you had ingested and the almost 72 hours without sleep, immediately left your mind as the former assassin turned her gaze on you, giving you a smile that sent a shiver down your spine. She gracefully crossed the messy room, coming to stand in front of you.

“When was the last time you ate, princess?” The look of concern that marred her beautiful face was enough to make you melt. “Dunno mommy.” You froze, your entire body going ramrod straight as you realised what you said. “I mean mommy. No, mommy. Mommy. Oh fuck.” You buried your face in your hands. “I’m sorry.”

Instead of the disgusted scoff you expected from calling the woman of your dreams a very suggestive moniker, one that you had fantasised about calling her before, a manicured hand cupped your chubby cheek to bring your gaze back up to meet her striking green eyes, which were sparkling with joy and dare you say it, lust. Her thumb gently stroked the apple of your cheek as she gazed down at you, a single strand of her red hair hanging down over her face, having fallen from the complicated updo she put her hair in.

“You really need to take care of yourself, little one. When I get back from this mission, I expect you in my bed having showered and eaten a proper meal. Then I’m going to take real good care of you.” The dominance in Natasha’s tone made your shoulders fall in submission. “Am I understood?” “Yes.” You whimpered.

Her hand tightened around your face. “Yes what?” She cooed, not breaking eye contact with you. “Yes mommy.” “Good girl.” Leaning down, she pressed a light kiss to your forehead, which made your insides flutter with happiness. “My good girl.” She whispered as she pulled her hand away, not missing the way you whined when she withdrew her touch.

Without another word, she glided back out of the room, sending you a wink before she turned the corner and disappeared out of sight.

Scott’s mouth was hanging open so wide, it looked like his jaw was about to fall off, and Tony looked like he was either going to faint or throw a tantrum. Bruce, of course, was still asleep. You shakily stood from your stool, attempting to straighten yourself out but having no success with the way your hands were trembling. “I think, um yeah. I’m just gonna-“

That was all you could stammer out before you sprinted from the room, tripping over your own feet in your hurry to follow her orders.

The two men remained in place, thoroughly confused as to what just happened. “What’d I miss?” Bruce asked blearily as his head rose from the table, drool still clinging to the side of his face. “I have no fucking clue.” Tony responded.

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nclgsticore · 1 year

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What If?

Natasha Romanoff x Plus Size Reader

Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine <3

'𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟?' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Summary: What if Steve went back in time, bring Y/n and two suits with him, and when he returned the soul stone, he managed to bring back a soul? Natasha. What if?

Warning: None, just sad moments-

Song for this series

No one’s POV

Steve looks at Y/n, who’s standing next to Bruce, helping him set the time machine up while Steve has a small thought in his head.

What if?

Will the plan in his head work?

Will Y/n agree to him?

“Y/n.” Y/n looks over at him and hums softly with red eyes, still mourning the death of her best friend and the love of her life, Natasha.

“Yes, Stevie? What now? Stop being a child. Hurry up. We need to retur-“

“Y/n. Listen. I need to say this once. I think. No. I’m sure it will work. Please.” Y/n, Sam, Bucky and Bruce look at Steve in confusion.

“Make it quick.” Y/n were stunned when Steve walks down from the machine, heading to the briefcase next to her and seeing him opening the case, taking more of the suit device out, and shoving one into the palm of her hand, “Put that on. Now.” While holding the other one tightly in his hand. Y/n just put the device on since she’s just wearing a simple plain top and sleeping pants while looking at Steve again.

“What now?” Steve grabs Y/n’s hand in a second, putting the other device in Y/n’s hand and the other case filled with the stones and he hugs Bucky, talking.

“Gonna miss you, buddy.”

“It’s gonna be okay, Buck.” before he pulled Y/n onto the platform, Y/n is still confused.

“What the fuck Rogers? Can you talk?” Steve just shakes his head and lifts his thumbs to Bruce.

“We’re ready. Bring us back to the past.” Bruce looks at the both of them, and finally, Steve spits it out.

“I’m going to return the soul stone. In exchange, I want a soul to be returned.” And that’s when he looks at Y/n, kissing the top of her head, whispering into her, “I want you to take Natasha back to us. Please. Once. It’ll work. I swear.” Y/n’s eyes lit up but not in a good way. Steve nods and Bruce says,

“You ready Cap? Y/n? We’ll meet you back here, okay?” Steve nods,

“You bet.” Before the mask covers their face and Bruce starts counting.

“Going quantum, in 3,” Bruce starts to work on the machine, “2, 1.” Before both Y/n and Steve disappear from the portal.

“And returning in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1” But nothing shows up when Banner slightly went silent and confused while Y/n and Steve…

Y/n’s POV

“The next stone is the Soul Stone.” Steve looks at me and there are 5 stones left but he decides we’re going to the soul stone after the Time Stone.

“Are you sure you want to do it alone? I ca-“

“Y/n. I want you to live your life with Nat. I’m going back to-“

“Peggy. Right?” He nods and I smile. Even though it’s 1945, we can try, right?

“Let’s go.” He grabs my hand, and we walk through the cliffs of Vormir, and when we reach the top, Steve takes the Soul Stone out, and that’s when the Red Skull appears.

“The stone.” The voice echoes deeply in the air and Steve lets the stone fly to the air, swooshing around the windy snow of the mountain before disappearing into thin air. Then another voice echoes in the air.

"As promised, a soul for a soul." Before the figure disappears and something apparates in the air right after that, having me fall to my knees, tears starts falling off my eyes.

My Natasha. In her injured form

Her body looks just like how Clint told me how she looked when she falls off the cliff. Head flooded in her own bloody, scratches everywhere She pushed herself. He didn’t sacrifice her. He didn’t. He won’t.

Natasha is lying down in front of me and Steve, when my eyes trail to her chest, seeing her chest heaving slowly and she slowly starts waking up. My hands make their way to her face, pulling her onto my plumped lap, and rubbing her cheeks gently.

“дорогой, проснись, моя дорогая. (Sweetheart, wake up my dear.)” And a second after that she coughs and takes deep breaths, before my arms start tightening around her, hugging her close to me.

“Oh! Thank goodness. наталья. (Natalia)” And Natasha looks at me in shock.

“Это ты?! Я-я не умер?! Ждать! Ты мертвец- (It's you?! I-I didn't die?! Wait! You are dead-) “ I hush her down, and I hug her tight before seeing Steve handing the stone and I put the device on her wrist,

“Я объясню все позже, но нам нужно идти сейчас. (I'll explain everything later, but we need to go now.)” I immediately click on the device on both her and mine, glancing at Steve.

“Go. You deserve your happiness, Y/n.” He kneels, hugging me tightly.

“Thank you, Stevie.” Before everything turns dark and the next thing I know,

I’m back and I’m not alone. Natasha’s still in my arms, holding me tight.

#natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #nat #natasha romanoff x reader #sad #vormir #marvel #avengers #soul stone #natasha romanoff x plus size reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson #scar jo #imagines #plus size reader #plus size

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adi06lena · 2 years

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puzzles<3

Puzzles <3

Natasha Romanoff x fem plus size reader

Word count: 358

summary: you do puzzles in nattys lap

Warnings: plus size reader, fear of sitting in someone's lap cuz ur bigger???

a/n: i was gonna put this put way later like next week but yall get it early!!

Puzzles have always been my favourite ever since I was a kid. You could always see me doing a puzzle. That still hasn't changed, even after becoming an avenger i always make time for my puzzles.

So that's what I'm doing now. Sitting doing a puzzle. It's one of a very cute kitty -who I have named clover- in the common room. I'm having a little bit of a hard time, none of the pieces seem to be working and my back is starting to hurt. I let out a big huff of frustration.

“What's wrong baby?”

I turn to natasha.

“M just havin a hard time with this piece”

“Would you like a little help honey?”

“Hm, maybe in a bit. I'm just gonna grab some water, a little snack and get back to it”

I get up and go to the kitchen. I grab my favourite water bottle and fill it up with water as well as grab some cherries. As I'm walking back I see Natasha sitting in my spot.

“Bubba what are you doing?”

I bend down and put my stuff beside the puzzle.

“You said your back hurts and are stuck on a piece, so I'm here to help. I am your backrest and helper”

She smiles a big goofy smile.

“Baby i'm too big to sit on your lap-”

“Nope. stop, i won't have that now sit on my lap”

She crosses her arms, as I purse my lips.

“Fine”

She opens her arms and I crawl into her lap. I'm still very tense.

“Baby relax, its okay”

“Are you sure?”

I look back at her.

“100% bubs”

I take a deep breath and fully relax into her. She wraps her arms around my hips and kisses my neck.

“Alright now why don't we start on this puzzle darling? Hm?”

“Okay baby”

We start trying to figure it out together. I turn around and kiss natasha

“What was that for baby?”

“Because I love you natasha romanoff”

I see her eyes soffen. She leans her forehead against mine bumping her nose with mine.

“I love you too Y/n Y/l/n”

#adi’s random shit #amazing mutuals #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #avengers #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #natsha romanoff #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha Romanoff x plus size reader #mommy nat #natasha #romanoff

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avengers-incorrect-quotes · 5 months

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Natasha: What are you eating?

Y/n: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty.

Natasha: I like you, don't I?

#incorrect quotes marvel #plus size reader #incorrect quotes avengers #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha incorrect quotes

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awesomerextyphoon · 8 months

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Tony: What the fuck is that smell?!

You: It's the Red Line.

Tony: Does it always smell like this?

Steve: New York's worse.

Bucky: How the fuck did that happen?

You: Classism, Racism, Divestment from Infrastructure...

Tony: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why am I here, though?

You: Our informant insisted on telling you the codes in person, and Bucky refused to take the limo or Uber.

Tony: Fucking Hells, Tinman! You wanted to see me suffer, didn't you?!

Bucky: Very much so.

Steve: Tony, it's only one ride.

You: He's only like this cuz doesn't have much control of this environment. It's going to be fine. Millions of people go through this everyday.

Tony: It still sucks. And how much does the audio system has to sound off?

Bucky: Maybe you do something about it.

You: Like maybe helping cities with their transit systems? I have some designs and user interface specs.

Tony: Seriously?

You: If you're interested.

Steve: We do need to work on our Public Image, Tony.

You: Especially after what happened near South Bend.

Tony: ...Fine.

You: Yay!!

Tony: This informant better be worth it.

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Nat: What's this about a 'Stark Transit Initiative?

You: I finally got Stark to take public transit.

Wanda: You that entire thing could've done over Zoom.

You: True. But no way in Hell he's finding out. Right, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?

F.R.I.D.A.Y: I heard nothing. Tony sees nothing.

You: Perfect.

#avengers au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #tony stark #stucky x reader #stucky #bucky x reader #steve x reader #stucky x you #stucky x black!reader #stucky x plus size reader #bucky barnes x female reader #steve rogers x female reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff

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noonecares915 · 5 months

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This is the image that made me fall in love with Wanda. The rocks look like angel winds, making her even more angelic.

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nickfowlerrr · 9 months

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here is the masterlist for the seven writing event.

all submissions will be linked below.

a huge thank you to everyone who has gotten or plans to get involved with this little event. i’m having a great time working on my own posts and even more, am looking forward to continuing reading and going through all of yours. so thank you, thank you, thank you! 🩵

if you’ve posted your work already and don’t see your submission(s) here, please message me.

to the lovely readers: if you enjoy any of the work listed below, please take the time to leave a comment on them and reblog the posts. it really helps with engagement and can be very motivating, and just so meaningful, to the authors and creators. we all appreciate you so much for diving into our little fantasy worlds with us and interacting with what we share in this community. thank you. 🖤

deadline for submitting: november 14, 2023

last updated: november 17, 2023

Fics

Envy

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You - (andy barber x reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Don’t Blame Me - (bucky barnes x reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Greed

for the hope of it all - (lee bodecker x curvy!reader) - @nickfowlerrr

a bird in a cage - (dark!august walker x reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Kindness

Weight of My Love - (wanda maximoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Lust

everything I want… - (bucky barnes x plus size!reader) - @thornsnvultures

All Good Girls Go To Heaven - (mafia!bucky barnes x OC) - @sebstan2020

idle hands are the devil’s playthings - (demon!steve kemp x reader) - @filthycagedsoul

Patience

Please Say, Please - (bucky barnes x reader) - @angelltheninth

Pride

Let All Light Go - (dark!alpha steve rogers x omega!reader and alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

pride - (lee bodecker x wife!reader) - @thornsnvultures

Pride Goeth Before The Fall - (royal!au nick fowler x reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Wrath

Starring Role - (dark!natasha romanoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Welcome Home, Daddy - (winter soldier/bucky x pregnant!reader) - @winterarmyy

When You Fall on Me Like Night - (alpha!bucky x omega!reader and dark alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Moodboards

Envy

bucky barnes moodboard - @nickfowlerrr

Greed

lee bodecker and max burnett - /nickfowlerrr

Pride

lloyd hansen moodboard - /nickfowlerrr

Wrath

andy barber and nick fowler - /nickfowlerrr

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bucky-fricking-barnes · 1 year

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Wild (4/4)

Pairing: Lycanthrope!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Hinted SteveNat

Summary: Over the years, Y/N has found that in times of great need, a wolf appears to aid her. She relies on its presence until one day, her wolf is in need of her help instead.

A/N: This is the final part of the Wild miniseries. I hope you’ve enjoyed it and that this fluff is the perfect little cherry on top for you. There’s a little bit of Russian in this and the translations can be found at the end of the fic. Thank you for reading and supporting me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“Good morning, Маленький,” Bucky murmurs, and you groan when he nudges his nose against your cheek, not wanting to let go of your dream. He chuckles, his breath soft and warm over your skin, and you scrunch up your face before reluctantly opening your eyes.

Morning sunshine filters in through your bedroom curtains, but Bucky’s body and the long brown hair hanging down like a second curtain blocks most of it. He’s propped a few inches over you and smiling. Though you’re tired, it only takes a second for you to smile back at him.

“Good morning, my love,” you reply. Your own voice scratches with sleep but he doesn’t mind. Bucky never minds, not as long as it’s you.

“Do we have plans today?” He shifts positions, staying over you but giving you room to rearrange the blankets and get comfortable again now that you’re awake. Or rather, now that you’re half-awake. “I want to go for a run.”

Humming gently, you reach up and cup his cheek in your hand, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “It’s been a while since we’ve run together, hasn’t it? Work keeps you busy.”

“And you,” Bucky replies. “And you’ve been spending a lot of time with Nat lately.”

You grin. “Is that jealousy I hear?”

It is, you can sense it through your shared bond, and you squeal when his irritation flares at your teasing. Bucky flips you, blankets and all. You settle on top of him with a grin, your legs straddling his waist with the comforter in between you. His hands slide up your thighs to your hips to help keep you steady.

“Run with me today?” he prods.

A knock cuts your answer short before it’s even started, and both you and Bucky look towards the door. You hadn’t been listening to anything outside your happy little bubble, but you know it’s Natasha. Even with Bucky now living in the cottage, you never have any visitors, especially not early in the morning.

“Y/N, Bucky, are you awake?” Natasha asks when nobody answers. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other and her spoon clinks against her mug.

You shake your head to get rid of the extra thoughts clouding your brain. Having enhanced senses is normally a wonderful thing, but it still overwhelms you after waking up each day. Sometimes even the tiniest of sounds and smells are enough to overstimulate you. Bucky squeezes your hips in sympathy. He knows all about the adjustments you’ve had to make in your life since finding out you were lycan. Some of them are small, like the enhanced senses, but others are larger, like sharing an emotional bond with him. You may be connected on a deeper level than most couples, but you’re still a relatively new couple. There are times where you want nothing more than to bury yourself in a hole after profusely embarrassing yourself in front of him, and nothing he can do makes it better.

“We’re awake!” you call back, sliding off Bucky’s hips. He groans in protest, making you chuckle, and you head over to open the door. You shiver once you’re away from the warmth of the bed and you make a mental note to turn down the air conditioning in your room—you and Bucky run hotter than Natasha, so you keep a window unit to add some extra chill now that it’s summer. He must have gotten up in the middle of the night to turn down the temperature, making it extra cold in your room.

When you open the door, Natasha is, predictably, dressed for the day with a cup of coffee in hand. She smells like sweat and you know even without your enhanced senses that she’s already been for her morning run through the forest. You’ve shown her all the best trails and Bucky has joined in on carving out the paths for her during your own nightly runs, as infrequent as they’ve become lately.

“You might want to get dressed,” Nat says, not even bothering to greet you. Her expression is grave and your face falls. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Me?” you ask. “Who?”

She shakes her head and her gaze shifts over your shoulder to look at Bucky, then back at you. “Both of you.”

You know Bucky can feel your anxiety before you’re even aware it’s there, but as you nod and shut the door again, you can sense his own. He’s normally the person who steadies you and the feeling is odd. Forcing away a comment about it, you turn to get clothes, not meeting his eyes.

“Y/N?” Bucky says. You pull open the top drawer of your dresser and pull out a shirt. “Y/N, can you look at me?”

Reluctantly, you turn slightly and lift your head to peer at him. He stands beside the bed, watching you.

“What?” you ask.

“We don’t know who it is. Maybe it’s something good,” Bucky suggests, and you shake your head.

“No one comes to see us here, James.” He stands a little straighter when you use his real name. “Not unless they want something or it’s bad news. The last time someone came here to see me, it was to ask me more questions about HYDRA.”

“Do you think they might be back?” Bucky closes the distance between you to pull clothes from the dresser as well, though he gives you space to change out of your pajamas.

You shake your head again, then lean down to pull the rest of your outfit from the other drawers. “I don’t know. Maybe. I can’t think of anything I haven’t told them, with the exception of you, and I’d never tell them about what they did to you, not in a million years.”

The two of you fall silent as you dress. Once you’re ready, you head out to the living room together, where Nat is standing near the front door with her mug. She’s watching the porch through the windows. Whoever came to call on you is standing off to the side, just out of view from where you’re standing. Her lips are pressed together in irritation and worry, and you try not to let it rile you up.

“Did they say who they are?” Bucky asks. He reaches down to take your hand and you let him lace your fingers together.

Natasha glances over and shakes her head. “No. He didn’t want to talk to me. He said he’d wait outside until the two of you were ready to talk.”

You frown. “It’s 90 degrees outside. They really didn’t want to come in?”

She shrugs. “I tried. I wasn’t going to force a stranger to come into our home if they didn’t want to, not unless it was an emergency.”

Outside on the porch, the stranger moves, standing from the swing and blocking some of the light coming in through the windows. Their shadow shifts across the living room floor and in that moment, Bucky tenses. He lets go of your hand, shoulders past Nat, and barges out the front door. He pauses for a moment just outside the doorway.

“Steve?” he asks, and your heart lurches. Only seconds later, your mate is released from his shock and he charges forward to hug the other man.

You murmur your own surprise and carefully move past Natasha as well, tentatively stepping out on the porch. The birds are already chirping and swooping down to eat from the bird feeder you’d hung on the tree in the front yard a few weeks ago. With the summer sun shining high in the sky and the grass lush and green, it’s an idyllic scene for Bucky and Steve’s reunion. You’ve heard a lot about their friendship. Bucky has told you story after story of their escapades as kids, and even some after they’d grown up. You can’t count the number of nights you’ve fallen asleep to those stories.

“How are you here?” Bucky finally asks as he pulls away. “I thought…” He keeps Steve within arm’s reach as you watch from a distance, giving them space until he’s ready to introduce you.

“I was looking for other lycans. I heard about a community of them near New York, but it turned out to be a trap. Once I got away, I wasn’t able to travel. I needed time to heal, so I laid low until I thought it would be safe. Then I had to track you down.” Steve chuckles and squeezes Bucky’s arm. “You were hard to find, pal, though I suppose you’ve got a good reason for that. Hi.” He looks over your mate’s shoulder and meets your eyes, a small, knowing smile on his face. It’s fond, but you still feel your cheeks grow warm at the acknowledgement.

Bucky turns and smiles wide when he sees you. He holds out a hand and you close the distance between you, lacing your fingers together again.

“Y/N, this is Steve, my best friend. Steve, this is Y/N, my mate.”

The final word holds a quiet emphasis that only lycans and their companions know. Steve’s eyebrows raise slightly as he holds out his hand for you to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope this punk’s been good to you,” he says.

You laugh and shake his hand. “He has. I’m glad I finally get to put a face to the name. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Only good things I hope?” Steve asks. He glances over at Bucky, who only shrugs. He’s grinning, though, and neither you nor Steve are surprised by the unapologetic expression.

The breeze blows through the yard, making heat prickle across your skin as the chimes hung near the porch steps play. You squeeze Bucky’s hand.

“I know we’ve only just been introduced, but I want to tell you that seeing you as a lion was probably one of the strangest moments of my life. I’m not sure if knowing that you weren’t a normal lion would’ve made it better or worse,” you tell him.

Steve seems surprised and he looks between you and Bucky. “We’ve met before?”

Slipping an arm around your waist, Bucky presses a kiss to the top of your head and replies for you. “Only once. You want coffee, Steve? Or something to eat? It’s getting hot out.”

Steve nods. You and Bucky lead him to the kitchen, where Natasha is sitting in her normal seat at the kitchen table with her coffee. She casts you all a cursory glance before going back to the newspaper crossword. While she looks entirely uninterested in what’s happening, you know she’s listening, so you quickly interrupt her charade to make introductions.

“Nat, this is Steve, Bucky’s friend. Steve, this is my friend, Natasha. She’s trustworthy, even if she doesn’t always look at it.” You gesture between the two of them before continuing into the main part of the kitchen, but you watch out of the corner of your eye as they exchange polite smiles and a handshake. Their hands linger a moment longer than necessary and you shoot Bucky a look.

He shakes his head, a teasing look in his eyes. “Don’t try anything,” he whispers. “Just get to know him first before you try and set him up with Nat.”

“Oh, come on!” you hiss.

He shakes his head again. “You don’t know as well as I do. I don’t want you to blame yourself if it doesn’t work out.”

“Is your girl already scheming, Bucky? I can see why you get along.”

Steve’s voice from behind startles you, and Bucky rubs a soothing hand over the slope of your back when you tense. It’s strange to have another person in your tiny home, especially someone so large and with such a booming voice. He may be kind and genuine in nature, but it was still an intrusion, at least right now. You’d forgotten that he, unlike Nat, can hear almost everything you say.

“You still drink your coffee with a little cream and sugar?” Bucky asks, and Steve nods in response.

Bucky maintains physical contact with you when you stop by the counter so he can pour three cups of coffee, whether with his hand, elbow, arm, or hip. You don’t move away even when you know your presence is an inconvenience to the process. Besides, even if you wanted to, Bucky would protest and pull you back. He likes having you near and you’re not going to complain.

You watch in silence as Bucky prepares your drink first, then slides it in front of you. Smiling softly, you pick it up for a sip, then give him your nod of approval. His expression softens and he smiles again. It’s your smile, the one he gives only to you when he’s basking in your presence after a long day or when he particularly feels the deep love and appreciation your connection as mates provides. Steve can’t bring out that smile, only you. Lycans can’t fly, but you certainly feel like you can now that Bucky’s looked at you like that.

When he goes back to making his and Steve’s cups, you glance over at the kitchen table, where the other lycan has sat down across from Nat. She’s pointedly ignoring him as she works on the crossword, and you can tell even without knowing him long that he’s trying to figure her out. Part of you wants to tell him that he never will, but most of you wants to watch him try.

With the two coffees in hand, Bucky breaks contact with you and heads over to the kitchen table. You take your time, gathering up breakfast as he gives Steve one of the mugs and leans against the end of the counter.

“You and Y/N met back in the city, after I first found you again,” Bucky explains.

A beat passes before Steve asks, “The girl from the alley? That’s you?”

You glance over and nod, smiling a little. “That’s me. You were definitely a surprise that day. It’s not every day you see a lion in the middle of the city.”

If you hadn’t known her better, you wouldn’t have noticed Nat’s pencil faltering slightly as she writes in an answer, but you see it out of the corner of your eye. She’s dying of curiosity inside, you know she is. She knows, however, that asking a lycan about their animal form is impolite, especially if you’re a human, which means she won’t ask until she’s got you alone. Nat’s smart enough not to get mixed up in something she doesn’t understand if it can easily be solved by cornering someone and grilling them for answers later on.

Steve laughs and takes a sip of the coffee, then gives Bucky an appreciative nod. “I didn’t realize you were lycan, Y/N. Usually we can tell right away, but you seemed fully human,” he says.

“I didn’t realize I was lycan then, either,” you explain as you plate the breakfast you’ve scrapped together for you and Bucky. Natasha has left out a plate of pancakes and you carry that, as well as the other plate, over to the table. You slide the pancakes over to Steve. “Do you want syrup?”

He nods and you turn to get it, gesturing with one hand towards the second plate on the table.

“Go ahead and eat, James.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, and you nod, kissing him on the cheek.

“I’m sure. I’ll find something later if I need it.” You get the syrup, picking up your coffee from the counter on the way back, and then settle in the seat Bucky has left empty for you. “To answer your question, Steve, I didn’t realize I was lycan until I shifted in my sleep one night after Bucky started living here. I woke up as a wolf and Bucky was quick to explain most things that went along with the discovery.”

“You let him live with you even though he was a lycan?” Steve asks, surprised.

Bucky reaches over your shoulder to set the plate down in front of you. More than half the food is gone. “They didn’t know I was a lycan,” he answers. “Y/N and Natalia saved my life. I kept my identity a secret until after Y/N shifted, and then I realized why I felt so drawn to her all those times.”

There’s a wide grin on Steve’s face as he sets down his fork and knife. The pancakes are already demolished. Lycans eat fast, but Steve seems to be quicker than normal. That or he was just incredibly hungry. If he’s anything like Bucky, he’ll soon be eating you out of house and home. One lycan means some extra groceries, two means an extra trip a week, but three? You can’t imagine the amount of food you’ll be going through if he stays any longer than today.

“Drawn to her? You wouldn’t shut up about her for months before we ran into her in that alley, and it was even worse after,” he says. “Drawn to her’s a bit of an understatement.”

“Punk,” Bucky huffs, and you laugh. He leans down and wraps his arms around your shoulders from up above, and you hold onto his arms with one hand while you eat with the other.

“I thought your name was Natasha. Is it Natalia or Natasha?” Steve asks, addressing Nat for the first time since entering the room.

She looks up, her face neutral. “И я думал, что у тебя никогда не хватит смелости заговорить со мной.”

Bucky chokes and sputters as he attempts to hold in his laughter. He presses his face into your hair, and even you have to duck your head to hide your smile. Your Russian’s gotten much better with two speakers in the house, if only out of necessity. Poor Steve looks obviously confused, and you feel a little bit bad for enjoying his misery.

This time, Nat leans forward over the table, crushing her crossword against the wood. Steve’s drawn into her web, a hopeful expression replacing the confusion as she raises her eyebrows.

“Do you like to read, Steve?” she asks, and he nods, then shakes his head.

“I do, but I don’t. I like art more. Sketching, mostly. The only thing I like to read is classic novels, but those are harder to carry around than a single sketchpad,” he answers. He’s babbling. It’s endearing, and you and Natasha exchange a split-second glance before she turns back to him.

She hums in approval and then sits up straight again, picking up her pencil. “If you’re staying in town, you can borrow some of my books. I’ve got stacks in my room.” She points towards the hallway with her eraser, her smile softening from sly to friendly. “And I’d love to see some of your sketches.”

Steve practically melts under Natasha’s warmed gaze and you tilt your head back to look up at Bucky.

“I told you so,” you murmur.

“We’ll see,” he whispers back, then leans down to kiss you on the forehead. “You wanna go for a run later? With Steve?”

You hum and smile at him. “If you’ll have me. I don’t want to get in the way if you want time to catch up…”

Bucky shakes his head and straightens, then grabs your hand and leads you to stand. He pulls you closer until your noses are almost touching and your eyelids flutter at the proximity.

“You’re never in the way. I’ll run with you till my legs fall off.”

Movement at the table makes you take a sudden step away, cheeks warm. Even though Steve knows you and Bucky are mates, it still feels wrong to be flaunting your relationship right in front of him. Bucky is his best friend, after all. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable, not so soon after their reunion. You’d do so many things just to get him to stay. You never want him to leave Bucky’s life ever again.

“It’s okay,” Steve quickly reassures you, his smile genuine. “You can be yourselves around me, I promise. Just because Bucky’s my friend doesn’t mean I don’t expect you to act like his mate when I’m around. I’ve lived with other lycans almost my whole life. I know how these things work.”

Sheepishly, you nod and step back into Bucky’s personal space. His arms immediately encircle you and you try to relax at his touch.

“If it’s okay with you guys, I’d like to get a lay of the land. I’m not going to intrude on your space, but I was thinking of getting a place nearby…” Steve trails off. He looks out the glass sliding doors at the neat rows of vegetables, herbs, and flowers that the three of you planted earlier that spring. They’re growing well, thankfully.

“We were just talking about that,” Bucky replies. “We planned on going for a run today anyway. Y/N and I can show you all the best spots.”

Natasha stands from her seat as well, the crossword and pencil in one hand and her empty mug in the other. “You know, Lucas mentioned that Joseph’s cabin by the river is for sale. Maybe you could take Steve down that way. I’m sure I can get him a showing tomorrow if he wants.”

Joseph Cherub’s old log cabin is nestled in the thicker part of the forest less than a ten minute walk away. It hasn’t been occupied in years, not since the owners moved to the city, but it’s in good shape. The owners paid a local to drive out and keep up the property, especially when the weather is bad. Not only is the cabin near the river, but there’s an area for a small garden. Steve would be able to fish and grow his own food, if he wanted.

The little cabin is close enough that it would allow the three of you to meet up and run together. You would have another lycan nearby—one who’d been a part of your past, no less—and it would be Bucky’s dearest friend. There’s no better combination than that. Plus, if Steve moved into the cabin, Nat would be able to see him a lot more.

“No viewing needed,” Steve answers, shaking his head, and your smile falls. “I’m good at fixing things, and if Bucky vouches for it, then it’s fine.” He looks pointedly at his best friend, and you lift your gaze to look at Bucky as well.

After a moment, Bucky nods, then smiles wide. You grin too.

“Looks like we’re neighbors again, Stevie,” Bucky teases, and you laugh. He gives your waist an affectionate squeeze at the sound.

Steve groans. “Don’t call me that.”

Translations:

Маленький = Little One

И я думал, что у тебя никогда не хватит смелости заговорить со мной. = And I thought you’d never have the balls to speak to me again.

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𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼

Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x petite!curvy fem reader (big red and peach, NLLYL)

Words: ~1.6k

Summary: Christmas with your girlfriend is magical

Warnings: explicit language, soooooo much fluff, w/w, they’re massively in love, mentions of multiple orgasms, established relationship, relationship milestones, lots of kisses, no minors due to the AU

A/N: They are so soft and in love and so am I!! 🥰 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you wonderful babies (and one in particular)

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You moaned and stretched as you woke up, frowning at the empty other half of the bed until you smelled coffee then smiling to yourself as you rose to your feet.

Nat was in the kitchen when you found her, making you melt a little at the sight of her making you pancakes in nothing except a very festive sweater and panties.

“Good morning and merry Christmas, peach.” She smiled at you and you got butterflies in your stomach, padding to her on bare feet and winding your arms around her so you could bury your face in her chest while she kissed the top of your head. “How did you sleep, baby girl?”

“You mean after you gave me five full body orgasms?” You tilted your head up and gazed at her with a warm smile, keeping your body pressed against hers even as she started plating the pancakes with her free hand. “Slept great, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because I gave you five full body orgasms.” She finished putting whipped cream on the pancakes and dolloped a little on the tip of your nose, leaning down and mouthing it off with a quiet purr while you giggled. “Baby needs her rest after that. Now eat your gingerbread pancakes, cutie. Then we’re gonna enjoy all the fresh snow that fell last night.”

It was so surreal seeing your über professional, shark of a lawyer girlfriend acting all soft and domestic, and you would never get sick of it. You hummed when she sat next to you and rested her hand on your thigh after pouring you coffee, gazing at her after every bite and feeling your chest hurt whenever she gave you that loving look. She wouldn’t even let you help her clean up, shushing you and throwing you over her shoulder to take you back to the bedroom so you could get dressed after she gave your ass a few good smacks. You were breathless and giddy by the time you were actually ready to go, even as you rolled your eyes at her insistence that she be the one to wind your scarf around your neck.

The world was so quiet and white and soft and utterly lovely when you stepped outside hand in hand, the snow crunching under your boots and your breath fogging in the air while you walked together. Snow was still falling silently, and the city seemed empty, since everyone was inside celebrating with their families, and it was like you two were the only people in the world.

And Nat. Nat was beautiful. Smiling at you constantly and holding you close with her cheeks and nose red from the cold and snowflakes stuck to her eyelashes. Made you lose your balance a few times because you couldn’t stop staring at her, but she always caught you.

Not that she could stop staring at you either, your muffled laughs and little frustrated huffs you made every time your feet slipped making her feel all kinds of warm. You were just so small and cute and precious and no one had ever made her happier than you did.

“Oh, okay, hold on.” She grabbed your waist when you got distracted and stepped on another patch of ice, pulling you tight and ducking to rub her nose against yours when you squealed before kissing you gently. “Your nose is freezing, peach, and so are your lips. We should get you home before they fall off, you’re shivering.”

“Yeah.” You squeaked when she kissed you again, beaming when the two of you started making your way back to her brownstone. “I wanna open my presents anyway.”

“Spoiled little thing.” Natasha squeezed you affectionately as she helped you make your way back. “I want you to open them too.”

“Yeah? What did you get me?” You pouted when she just shook her head at you. “Just give me a hint!”

“Nope.” She grinned at the petulant huff you let out, dragging you when you dug in your feet a little and chuckling at your bratty attitude. “Don’t be naughty now, I have zero qualms about spanking you on a holiday.”

“Oh no!” You giggled when she shoved you in front of her and pinched you, peeking at her over your shoulder and feeling your face heat up when she growled playfully. “I’d hate that.”

“You’re such a brat.” She swatted you again when you started to go up the stairs in front of her, winking when you looked back at her again. “Coal for you next year.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You gasped when she pressed you against the wall and started peeling you out of your cold weather gear, trying not to squirm when she gave you that intense gaze as you bit your lip. “I’m so cute, don’t think you can help but buy me pretty things.”

“Maybe.” She kissed you when you helped her undo her coat, nuzzling your cheek when you slid it down her shoulders as she unwound your scarf. “Watch your hands, peach.”

“Sorry.” You weren’t, but you still took your hands off her ass, pecking her lips one more time and following her into the family room so you could watch her light the fire as you settled in front of the tree. “Now gimme my presents.”

Nat just muttered about how spoiled you were again before sitting behind you, pulling you back against her chest and kissing your hair before handing you a gift from the small pile. There weren’t too many, but they were all thoughtful and sweet and made you beam at her every time you opened one. You didn’t even know where she’d found a first edition of your favorite book, or how she remembered the antique cameo that your grandmother had lost, but you kept falling deeper in love with her every time you opened something new.

She loved everything you got her too, especially the homemade card and the earrings from that tiny little boutique the two of you had found in Brooklyn that she had fallen in love with. Every time she kissed you and told you how perfect the present you had gotten her was, you giggled like a schoolgirl, burying your face in her shoulder and playing with the hem of her sweater while you tried to act like you were deliriously in love with her.

“Sweet girl, a little peach necklace?” Nat kissed you again and smiled against your skin when you squirmed in her lap, gazing at you adoringly and squeezing your waist before leaning back. “I just have a few more for you, close your eyes.”

“What? Nat!” You did as she said when she just pinched your cheek. “But we opened everything, where did you hide more presents?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She helped you to your feet and started leading you down the hall slowly. “You know how sneaky I can be.”

“Yeeeeeah, but…” you snorted when she hushed you, pouting when she made you stop so she could open a door as you tapped your foot impatiently. “I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”

“Well that’s okay, just open your eyes.”

It took you a second, but the cat tree and the little jungle gym and toys and bowls and then a little fuzzy baby was wobbling towards you and you almost screamed.

“Nat!!! Shut the fucking door, oh my god!” You scooped the little grey kitten with the folded ears and the red ribbon up and damn it, you were crying when you turned back towards Nat. “You got me a kitten?!”

“Not just a kitten, peach.” She was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt while she looked at you, cupping your cheek gently and wiping away the happy tears as she stepped closer to you. “Look at the ribbon.”

“O-okay.” The crying was starting to turn ugly but you didn’t care, kissing the baby on his little head and pulling on the ribbon until it came loose. “It’s a key.”

“Yeah, it’s your key.” She kissed you and cooed when you sobbed, wrapping you in her arms and continuing to give you that look that made you melt. “And I didn’t want to try to lead you upstairs with your eyes closed, but Yelena and Kate moved in a bunch of your clothes while we were on our walk, and Sam and Buck and Clint are all set to move in your furniture whenever you want…”

You grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hungrily, moaning when you felt her grin against your lips and standing on your tiptoes so you could really drink her in. She held you until you finally pulled back to breathe, making you want to start blubbering when you saw her own eyes brimming with tears of happiness.

“I’m going to assume that means ‘yes’?” Nat pecked the tip of your nose while you nodded vehemently, her hands squeezing your hips while she kept smiling warmly at you. “Good, because I don’t think this little guy would enjoy split custody too much. You know what you want to name him?”

“Please, I would obviously end up with sole custody of the baby.” You scrunched up your face when she kept kissing your cheeks, cradling the kitten and leaning on her shoulder. “I think I’ll name him Gus.”

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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To Be a Family

Natasha Romanoff x PlusFem!Reader

To Be: Cherished | Mine Forever

18+ | Minors DNI ‼️

Warnings— "Fat" / "Tubby" used offensively, Schoolyard bullying / violence, brief homophobia.

Smut—Face Riding (N), Fingering(R), Marking(N/R), Doubled Strap, Teasing (!!) Overstimulation(R), Orgasm Denial(R), Hair Pulling, Blindfold, Silk Bonds, Roughish, Daddy (N), Good Girl(R).

Top!Nat, reader briefly tries 😂 ‼️

Nearly 11K, and the final piece, making this a trilogy 🤪🥵

Mostly though, it's some whore shit(Nat is a whore for reader, reader is a tease first, whore second) and fluff.

Clarifying information (I’m a Virgo):

Eliza-6m, Sam-4, Avery-5 (adopted 11/2021)

Respectively 1(Mar), 5(May), 6(Sep) by end of the story.

Mama-Y/N, Mommy-Nat

The house was suspiciously quiet, and the mattress was shockingly barren of the usual intruders as Natasha's eyes surveyed the bed. "Moya lyubov, wake up...," she lightly shakes your shoulders, and with clear struggle you peak one eye open, "Natty, is everything okay?," she strokes your cheek lovingly as your words soften her resolve, but then her need returns.

Her hips not so subtly buck into your bare thigh, eyes of emerald green visibly darkening, and you now see her intentions, "You absolute horn dog, I was sleeping peacefully, get away!," a raspy chuckle fans across your skin as she shifts to be hovering above you, lips press to your shoulder before sliding across your chest; sucking your flesh between her lips, her teeth lightly nibbling at your plush skin, whimpers of need betraying your previous sentiments.

"I've missed this..." you hum your agreement, fingers tangled into her short red locks to keep her lips on you, but just as you were melting into the mattress the sounds of encroaching footsteps stops you from enjoying the bliss that is your wife's lips., "Natty..." The redheads fingers dig into your hips, "No" her growls ignored as you throw her off just in time for the door to swing right open.

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"Mama!" Avery shrieks, "Mommy!" Sam follows, both kids jumping into a set of corresponding arms, nuzzling into your warm embraces, and your heart bursts at the seams. Natasha however feigns annoyance, mouthing 'I'm calling the adoption agency' to you over your sons shoulder, and you just roll your eyes then greet your tiny ones. "Good morning angels, did you sleep well?," Your question seemingly enough to open up pandora's box as the energetic duo tell you tales of their dreams, the both of you listening with rapt attention.

"Alrighty now, how about you two run along to get dressed, then clean your rooms while I go make breakfast for the sleeping birthday girl." Natasha smiles at the switch to 'focused' mom, "What about mommy?," You smirk at their call out, "Easy, she'll get dressed too, then go get the little one ready for the busy day ahead." They run along, content with your answer, but the redhead huffs, realizing her dreams of continuing your previous actions were fruitless.

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Breakfast was plated up the exact moment everyone had began to file into the dining room, Natasha settled Eliza into her chair then made her way over to 'help you.' Strong arms wrapped around you from behind, hugging you tightly, placing a kiss to your cheek to 'distract' you from seeing the bacon she thieves, and you let it slide because it was her own plate anyway.

The kids were scarfing down the pancakes, "Slow down angels, your food isn't going anywhere.," you playfully reprimanded them, keeping your eyes on the infant shoveling the scrambled eggs into her mouth and smiling at her when she'd clap some between her hands, "But mommy's doing it too.," Sam snitches over his mouthful, and you gaze over to see your guilty wife who just shrugs her shoulders, then her fork expertly steals a pancake from your stack, and you suddenly realize this is why your mother always ate while she cooked.

Within a half hours time you'd managed to load everyone into the Subaru Outback, but you couldn't help but notice your wife's gaze shifting towards the stingray corvette, drowning in longing, and it's in the moments like these that you wonder if you might've rushed her into all this before she was ready.

You can't exactly fit a family of five into the sports car...

Motherhood was a shared dream, mentioned from the start, but Natasha herself didn't seem to understand just how much sacrifice follows. Lack of personal space and sleep didn't bother her, but the having to share you actually did. She had never been able to claim anything as truly hers, but after acquiring your love she finally knew what it was like to have it all. Married life was truly blissful, but the call from the agency came almost just as quickly, you were ecstatic, and in the moment so was she. Now she's a mom of three, and at times she does find herself missing the freedom that came without the title.

Natasha was pulled from her trance when she saw a set of keys flying at her face, then she looked up to see your sympathetic smile, and her feet were shuffling as soon as she saw you trying to enter the drivers seat of the wagon. "Detka, what do you think you're doing?," the door you'd opened suddenly closing, and your body was being leaned against the car, "Natty, you can meet us at Wanda's, go for a joyride my love.," You'd pecked her lips in closing, but she had stopped you once again., "No detka, we're a family, and we'll travel as such, now hop into the passengers seat, we can't be late."

The look in her eyes told you she appreciated your sweet gesture, but the underlying fear led you to see she was afraid to lose all of this, "Natty, Wanda isn't that terrifying.," you choose to tease her, silently changing the subject, and noticing her clear appreciation in the way she playfully nudges your arm, then slaps your ass while shoving you towards the passenger side, because for as long as she's available you'll never be made to drive.

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Wanda was literally right at the edge of her lawn when you pulled up, "Auntie Wanda!" the kids squealed, quickly running into her open arms, their excitement only growing at the sight of a very special blonde, "Auntie Lena!!!" The redhead playfully scoffed as they dropped from her hold, she swiftly turned to pull Natasha into her arms, then as she pulled you in she stole the baby from you with a kiss to your temple as an offering.

Natasha grabbed your hand before you could follow the crowd, using it to spin you into her for a loving kiss as everyone else walked away., "I love you Y/N/N, thank you for earlier, but I need you to know I'm all in.," Your arms tightly wrapped around her waist, head settling down on her chest as you sighed., "I know you are Natty, but I also can't help but to think I might've rushed you into motherhood."

"Oh moya lyubov', I wanted this just as much, I just have to admit it really sucks sharing you..." You pull back to catch a rare look at your wife up close, "Yeah, I too miss the days when I could have you all to myself, now Eliza-bear takes all of your time..."

Natasha giggles as she leans in to kiss you once more, making sure to linger for her own selfish needs, "Just say the word detka, I have their case worker on speed dial...," She laughs loudly as you glare at her, "Natty!! Stop it, they're going to hear you one of these times." Her inappropriate laughter just continues as you drag her into Wanda's backyard so you decide to leave her with Yelena.

Wanda truly planned a perfect party, there was a petting zoo and a clown all manifested by her powers, the decorations fit the baby shark theme perfectly, the goodies were pastry chef level, and the kids were having an absolute blast. Tireless hours spent running around in fits of laughter had your lips in a constant upturn, and you could see the same was to be said for your wife's as she and Yelena played along with them.

Wanda was equally as happy, the precious baby having grown tired was napping on her chest, and you were just silently observing the joy until Natasha snuck up from behind you., "Detka! Come play with us...," you lurched forward, your wife quick to catch your terrified form, "Jesus Nat..." She placed a kiss to your shoulder in apology, your hands clasping over hers as you worked to pull yourself together, then your eyes dropped to the sad little girl.

"Mama, Mommy..." Avery's shaky voice calls out for you two, Natasha quickly moves around you to scoop her up, and you move to join the embrace, "What is it honey?"

She sniffles lightly, then her sad eyes travel between the both of your concerned ones, a tiny smile then etches onto her features in a truly confusing manner. "Thank you for being our mommies, and giving Liz a birthday party." Natasha's face contorts almost angrily at the unnecessary gratitude, and you too fight the tears that threaten to fall, her obvious pain blanketed by her innocence truly hurts your soul, but for Natasha the incident is a uniquely clarifying one that helps to heal her inner child.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't have to thank us, we're just doing what we're supposed to do.," You coo, hand lifting to wipe the tear from her eye line, then shifting to wipe away at Nat's, who sighs at the comfort your touch offers her.

"Avery, I know you're probably scared, but I promise that this is a forever arrangement.," Natasha proudly relays to the brunette in her arms, "Yeah?" she asks, her voice uncertain. "Ave, you're our angel, and you're here to stay." You place a kiss to her cheek, then leave her alone with Natasha once she'd settled down, collecting your remaining brood and saying your goodbyes.

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With Natasha retiring from the Avengers, and only remaining available for end of the world threats she had a lot more time for frivolity. Summer proved to be the perfect time for the both of you to take the kids out to experience the world like they truly never had before. So, you'd taken an entire month off from the group home, and July became the month to make core memories, and unbeknownst to Natasha it would prove to be a challenging one for her.

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Natasha was stood behind the grill, hand tightly flexed around the tongs that were meant to be flipping the chicken over, but she was far too entranced by you, the goddess currently sat on the steps of the pool as your children surrounded you in various floatation devices. Your smile innocent as can be as you watched Eliza splashing at the water so aggressively, just to be shocked every time it hit her face. The older kids found amusement in the act too, but they were soon over it, and began traveling around the entire pool by means of the wall, with your warning to be careful on their minds.

Natasha hated that during this wholesome event her predatory focus was on you, but not enough for her to look away though, she couldn't help it when you looked that good. You were sat there in a bright pink one piece and she wondered why she'd never seen it before today, she had a delicious view of your cleavage, and the sides over your hips were tastefully cut out. It's like your body was calling to her, screaming to her that it was perfectly crafted as a place to rest her hands, all her mind can think of is gripping you by your exposed skin and shoving you against a wall.

"Mommy, is the food almost done? I'm sooo hungry!" Sam shouts from the poolside, your gaze finally meeting that of your wife's, and it's then that she notices the mischief beneath them. Natasha meets your smirking face with a scowl, her gaze dropping to the near to burning chicken, then slowly shifts over to your sons expectant face., "Five more minutes honey, how about you all get out and changed, yeah?"

Natasha sneaks a glance at you once more, eyes falling to your bottom as you step out of the pool, wetted swimsuit clinging to your every curve, and the months of sexual frustration causes a painful pit to form in her stomach. Your luscious hips swaying about teasingly not helping her one bit as you dance around to keep the shivering baby content, then she freezes once you make your way over to her.

Quickly she works on looking busy, removing the chicken from the grill, covering it up with a layer of aluminum, and pretending that you didn't catch her previous stares. When she can't avoid your presence any longer she looks up to see your smiling face right before her, and then over to the adorable baby with her unicorn hood covered head against your chest babbling nonsense as she slips into dreamland.

"Smells so good honey, thanks for manning the grill tonight, you're a trooper.," your fingers lightly trail across her heated skin leaving behind a trail of goosebumps, "Oh my baby, you're so hot, let me help you cool down...," Natasha gasps when your wet body leans into her supposedly dry body. "I'm sorry honey, I didn't intend to make you dripping wet..." Natasha's hand quickly settles on your hip to keep you firmly against her, plump lips smashing to yours for an obviously needy kiss, tensions both rising and fading all at once.

Her tongue slips into your mouth, and her grip is so tight you're sure it'll leave behind bruises. You'd only intended to tease the woman, but this outcome wasn't something you were all that opposed to. You'd begun to melt into her until the sounds of giggling ruined the moment and you expertly slipped off indoors to change, winking back at your flushed wife, and purposefully swaying your hips for what she can only assume was a means to torture her.

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Natasha had forgotten that she agreed to help Clint fix up his barn, so your fun summer was interrupted by an impromptu trip to the farm. The kids were happy to be together again, having run off towards the horses with wide smiles as soon as their feet touched ground. Then Laura had beamed at the sight of your cuddly baby, so you guys weren't feeling all that guilty for having brought them along.

It wasn't all a waste for you either as you find yourself gawking at the sight of your wife, her strong arms effortlessly hauling the trimmed pieces of oak over to Clint as he nailed them in. The beads of sweat dripping down her face that she wipes away with the bottom of her shirt, exposing her dewy, toned abs to you, followed only by her knowing smirk that has you turning away as she playfully winks. Natasha's attempt at payback was working out well, but her celebratory pat on the back was unknowingly short lived.

Laura just came back out to the patio, passing you over a lemonade, "I'm shocked you're all here, Nat had told us you guys were busy this month, then she called back the other day agreeing to help, but I'm not complaining.," she says while cuddling the one year old closer, you look back to see your wife already staring at you, she waves before making a show of removing her shirt and you catch on to the cheap play at hand.

"Well, when she mentioned it to me there was no reason to say no when the kids get along so well...," you nod in the direction of the spies, "...plus, Sam and Avery missed all of you.," Laura snorts at your jab at your collective spouses, then she goes to pass over Eliza in favor of serving those hard at work some fresh lemonade., "Oh no, enjoy your baby snuggles, I'll take this down to them, it's no problem."

She lazily rebuttals but quickly ends up giving in to your offer, and so you set off to bring lemonade to your dearest wife and her shady partner in crime. Natasha smiles when she sees it's you approaching, but then she sees you'd taken your baggy shirt off to reveal a red tube top and booty shorts, flashbacks of your first time together flooding her mind, and her need for the ice cold drink had steadily increased.

"Hiya Natasha... Clinton.," you tightly greet, the retired archer quickly retreats with his drink before he could be wrapped into the clear stand off between you and his best friend. Natasha too tried to snatch up the drink, but as quick as she was, you were quicker—perks of working with young children you suppose.

"Moya lyubov', may I please have my drink?," Natasha pleads with a gentle smile, and soft eyes full of deception., "I'm not sure, the walk over here left me rather parched myself honey, may I have a sip?"

Natasha sees the look in your eyes, and it's obvious your intentions were anything but pure, but she's also never found it within her to be able to say no to you., "Of course detka, you don't even have to ask.," Your genuine, warm smile was enough to make her momentarily forget about the unofficial war of teasing you've found yourselves engaged in this month.

Beautiful green eyes full of want watch you with an unwavering attention, your tongue poking out to wet your lips, her cup slowly rising to meet them, a small sip you gently swallow down, the moan of pleasure you release as the taste hits your tongue, all of which leaves her in another stupor that she now realizes she can't even handle on her own since she's trapped herself here for a weekend.

With a clearing of your throat her eyes lift from your lips, and then she's reaching forward to grab her cup, but with her skewed attention she accidentally nudges the drink, spilling over half of the sticky contents onto your exposed chest., "Oh shit, detka, I'm so sorry.," she panics, her eyes however are locked on the way the pale yellow droplets trail down over the top of your breasts, lines of sugar left in their tracks, and finally soaking into your top.

Clint was cringing at his best friends inability to even function, so he took some initiative, he balled up her discarded shirt, then with a bit too much strength he threw it at the back of her head, receiving a middle finger as thanks. Natasha pointlessly wipes at your dried skin, nervous face never rising to look at yours in fear of your reaction, but you give her no choice as you lift her face by her chin.

"My love, I'm fine, it's just a little lemonade.," You chuckle, then to her shock you lean in to kiss her, your tongue briefly entering her eager mouth., "Thought I'd give you a little taste since you sort of lost your chance there..." Natasha's a bit out of it as you pull back, even more so as you place a few light kisses across her jawline on your journey to her ear., "Well, I'm off to shower now Natty, you seem to have left me a sticky mess..." You chuckle as her breath hitches, and entire body tenses under your departing touch.

Natasha watched you leave while desperately trying to bring herself back to her own body. Huffing and cursing herself for ever thinking teasing you at the Barton's farm was a good idea, then when she finally turns she sees her far too amused friend already looking at her., "Jesus Nat, you're down bad..." The archer laughs out as she returns to helping him, then Natasha accidentally knocks the man over in the process of handing him another piece of wood., "Sorry..."

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Natasha has been frustrated ever since you'd become mothers, a long ten months of being left high and dry, reduced to nothing more than a quickie in the shower, she's desperate. The summer shenanigans furthering her need. You've enjoyed every bit of teasing her too, she's seen the glint in your eyes, and now she's more than excited to punish you for it today. This stint of relentless teasing will finally be coming to an end as she's gotten an idea, and the ball had already been set in motion.

"Detka, fill me in again, what are we doing this weekend?" You hummed thoughtfully, racking your brain while transferring the pancakes over to the lined up plates from the griddle., "Natty, I have no clue, I'd thought we were staying in." She smirks at the desired answer, excitedly spinning you around by your hip, and a pancake goes flying across the kitchen, but she leans in to kiss you, temporarily cutting off your scolding, "Right answer detka..."

The sultry tone isn't lost on you, "Natasha...," her smirk widens at the warning in your tone, and your heart stops when she leans into your ear, "Lena's on her way to pick up the kids, enjoy being able to walk while you still can." Pulling back she sees the pure terror for what's to come in your eyes, her lips peck your frozen pair, then she walks away in a fit of laughter.

Her cheeky threat nearly had you crumbling, because as much as you've enjoyed teasing her, you missed the trysts of the past just as much. Flashes of when she'd bend you over the couch and rail you stupid from behind as she would answer along to jeopardy roll through your mind, or all those long mornings you spent warming her cock while she took her time finishing up her paperwork, whispering steamy phrases into your ear, and once you were a squirming mess she'd fuck you senseless.

To put it simply, you just hid your frustrations better, and leaving Natasha in a fit she couldn't quite resolve without you was kinda enticing. Feeling how desperately she needed you now had your heart beating out of your chest. Sounds of tiny feet pitter pattering across the kitchen floor brought you back to yourself, and with a shaky resolve you met your family at the dining table with their plates, Natasha took in your obviously bothered state, winking over at you while securing Eliza into her seat, and expertly ignoring your glare.

Checkmate...

—

Natasha had just finished sending Yelena off, turning around she noticed you'd left her, and with a lust driven pep in her step she entered the unusually silent house in search of you. Natasha slowly traveled through the house, this game of cat and mouse absolutely thrilling her, leaving her an opportunity to ponder just what she wants to do to you, and the longer she's on the hunt, the more her devious thoughts run. "Detka, you can run, but you can't hide from me, I will find you and have my way with you.," her harmonious taunting traveling down the hallway and through the bedroom door, a pang of arousal shooting straight down to your lace covered core, and the doorknob turning had you desperately shaking in your place.

The retired Avenger pushes the door open in the most nonchalant way possible, trying to keep an unbothered composure, but then the sight of you leaves her breathless; a bright red lingerie set clings to your body deliciously, your breasts pooling over the top of the lacy bralette, thick thighs fitted with matching rings of red, and your delicate belly held in place by the high waisted fabric concealing your dripping core. After anticipating a day like this was on the horizon you'd purchased a beautiful lingerie set while out on one of your grocery shopping trips, and it seems to have done the trick.

She smiles tenderly at you, an overwhelming sense of pride flooding her chest at the way you now exude such confidence, as perfect as you are, she's just happy you're finally seeing it too. The woman's eyes widen when you move to take thoughtful steps to lessen the offensive gap, calloused hands reach out to grip you by the hips but you stop her, pushing them away. An eyebrow raised in challenge doesn't seem to deter you, her interests piqued as your hands fall to her hips, fingers sliding through the loops of her jeans you suddenly pull her flush against you, "You know Daddy, I was kinda hoping I could have my way with you first..."

Natasha groans as your low tone serves its purpose of riling her up, "Go on then detka.," With confidence at an all time high you use your hold on her to slam her against the wall, her breath hitches at the unexpected impact, emerald eyes swirling with a mix of shock and need as they anticipate your next move.

The answer comes as her shirt and bra are flying across the room, and your lips were quick to attach themselves to her own, your tongue slipping into her mouth, while your hands fall to her exposed breasts, massaging the skin and pinching at her sensitive nipples. Her whimpers of immense pleasure transfer over to your mouth, then as her hips start to move on their own accord you're pulling away, lightly giggling as she attempts to chase you.

Natasha observes your eyes twinkling with a unplaceable mischief, "Patience is a virtue love, and it seems to me you don't have any of it..." your fingers slip through the loops once more. Natasha nods as you stare into her eyes, slowly dropping to your knees you take her pants with you, and the woman is already struggling to regulate her breathing at the sight of you, just so pretty, and obviously ready to please, with those doe eyes of yours, swimming with a faux innocence that drives her up the wall.

Natasha leans against the wall, bracing herself as you drag her panties down her body next, leaving a trail of her slick behind on her legs that you use you're tongue to eagerly clean up. Your tongue sliding across the skin of her thigh, then as you began to leave your marks you heard a buzzing. Natasha's head was reeling, her ringing phone not even registering in her mind until your tantalizing touch left her skin entirely.

"Detka, don't you even dare think of stopping.," her hand gripping your hair tightly, darkened eyes searching yours, then she finally hears the phone, groaning loudly as she does.

Once she relinquishes her hold on you she reaches for the phone, and while she answers it you return to working her up., "Hello?", Yelena on the other end begins to ramble about something the baby was doing, Natasha was struggling to keep her breathing steady as her irritation steadily rose., "Listen you little shit! CALL KATE OR WANDA, but leave me alone!", Yelena gasped as the phone clicked in her ear, shuddering as she realized what was likely taking place on the other end of the line., "That is disgusting..."

Natasha's hand returned to your hair, fingers tangling into your locks and forcefully slotting your face before her glistening cunt., "Detka, don't even think of making daddy wait any longer, your teasing will not go unpunished...," and with that she shoved your face into her, a loud moan leaving her as your nose nudged her engorged clit, your skilled tongue working her over, and not even a minute into riding your face is she releasing into your mouth, body shaking as her beyond overdue orgasm rolls through her, hips continuing to fuck your face while you graciously accept every last drop of your wife's addicting arousal as it rolls over your tongue and down your throat.

Natasha uses her grip on your hair to pull you away when it becomes too much, peering down at your shining face through her hooded eyes she enjoys the way your chest heaves as you're desperately sucking in air after pleasing her. Your blown out irises, and plump lips a sight too hot for the woman to handle, a new wave of arousal bringing her back to her original plans.

The previous months of want for you send her absolutely feral, the grip in your hair being used to pull you up, and into her for a bruising kiss, giving you no time to adjust before she's shoving her tongue down your throat, and moaning as she gets a taste of herself, the desperate need to taste you has her throwing your body onto the bed by the way of your hips, hovering above you and smirking at the healthy fear residing in your eyes.

"I'm going to destroy you...," she whispers as she bites into your neck, "...all these months of teasing me...," her tongue licks over the fresh mark, slightly soothing the pain caused, "...and you thought you'd just get away with it did you?," Lips continuing to travel across your collarbones as they leave no skin unmarked., "Well detka, you thought fucking wrong."

"Fucking hell detka, you're so fucking hot in this little ensemble of yours, sad it's got to go.," her hands then yank the lingerie off of your body, and then the next thing you know you're being plunged into a world of darkness as she uses the leg rings as a blindfold., "Natty..."

A harsh slap is laid to your cunt, your body jolting as you loudly moan in response, "That's not my name detka, and you know better..." Your teary eyes look to her, and in the moment she thinks you've never looked more beautiful., "I'm sorry daddy, I was just a lil confused..." Nat's resolve briefly softens, not that you could see., "I know detka, now, you know what to say if it's too much, so is it?" ... "No, it's okay."

"Good girl." She teases, before taking away the warmth you'd grown accustomed to, a dark chuckle leaving her as you whine and thrash about., "Ah-aht detka, don't make me regret my words.," your thrashing ceasing as her menacing tone leaves no room for brattiness.

Natasha sorts through her box built for nights like tonight, the thick layer of dust on top lending her to realize just how long it's been since she'd been able to have you like this. Settling on silky bindings, and a thick, cum filled strap she steps into the harness, slipping the attached end into her eager cunt, then she's returning to your side, and tying your hands together., "No touching daddy, or seeing her, only letting me use your body as I see fit, do you understand detka?" You nod, "Words moya lyubov'... Color?"

Natasha's lips meet yours with ferocity, fingers trailing down your body as soon as you mutter your understandings, pinching at your nipples before continuing on their path to your core. Teasingly stroking through your folds, her fingers collected your abundant arousal to smear over your clit, rubbing in tight circles, and your loud moans were swallowed by her.

While her tongue explored your mouth, nimble fingers traveled even lower, and as she sucked on your tongue two fingers pushed passed your entrance, being greedily sucked up into the warm space, and she groaned at just how tightly your walls gripped onto her digits., "You're always so fucking tight for me detka..." Natasha had no intention of getting you off yet, in the moment she's only here for her relief, so she thrusts into you at a slow pace, enjoying the feeling of your walls pulsing around her, and wanting nothing more than to taste you.

Just as you were nearing the edge she pulled her fingers out, your adorable whines thrilling her, she pulled away from your bruising lips, moaning in appreciation as she slipped her fingers into her own mouth, finally getting the chance to taste you after months of waiting. Natasha's walls flutter around the strap that resides within her, her hips buck reflexively, and you whimper when the strap nudges you. Your sounds spurring the redhead on, and with ease she slams the cock into you all at once.

"Fuck, fuck, daddy that feels so good...," Natasha hums in agreement against the soft skin of your neck, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out and slamming back into you. She fucks into you without relent, your low toned moans and hot breaths fanning over her ear have her walls fluttering like crazy, tipping her over the edge once more, "Shit detka, you're so fucking hot...," and her pace only increases as she wishes to drag her orgasm out, and push you into a dizzy state of your own.

"Daddy... I-I please, I want to see you... I need to see you, to feel you, I can't cum if I don't," Natasha's heart beams at your confession, but she's not done with punishing you for teasing,"I don't remember saying you could anyways detka, if you want to cum, why don't you beg for my forgiveness then."

Natasha picks up her pace, laughing into your shoulder when your almost pleads fall short as she continues to hit that spot within you that always leaves you breathless. "Daddy, I-.," she smirks, "Yes detka?," slowing down ever so slightly as she wants her to hear you begging, "I-I'm sorry for teasing you, daddy please, I need to cum so bad... I need to see you, to feel you, I'm so sorry... Won't do it again!"

Natasha mockingly laughs at you, your obvious lies not convincing, because you're not sorry, and she knows you will do it all again, plus, the need to tease you is still prominent. So, her hand slip between your sweaty bodies as she firmly presses her thumb into your clit, sending your body into a fit of despair; your legs trembling, a harsh scream painfully rips through your dry throat, and the pit in your stomach tightens to a place of unbearable pain, but even if you wanted to disobey her, you can't come until she lets you see and feel her, you've already tried...

Natasha's heart aches after your scream fades into a string of whimpers, so even though you're not muttering 'red,' in an act of silly contrition she slides her hand back up your body, skillfully untying your bonded hands, and they reflexively fly up and wrap around her, your fingernails digging painfully into her shoulder blades.

Her soft lips gently land upon yours as she slowly pulls the makeshift blindfold from your face, then pulls back to stare into your eyes. Natasha smiles down at you with a teasing glint and you return it with a goofy one of your own., "Go on then, cum for daddy, be my good girl.," Her hips then pick back up to the previously dizzying pace, your hands grip her by the nape of her neck, and lower back, pulling her in for a needy kiss. Pushing her in that much deeper, and with one final press to your clit you're falling apart, and it's not long until Natasha falls with you as the sight of you losing control always has a tendency to do that to her.

"I hope you're ready detka, you're free to cum as you please now, but there's no limit for how many I plan to pull from you tonight..." You squeal once Natasha's threat registers as she flips you onto your side, then she fucks into you from behind until you're uncontrollably shaking, and cumming hard, drenching the sheets with a loud scream of "daddy."

Then without much reprieve she's flipping you back onto your back, pulling you to the edge of the bed as she lifts you by your thighs, resting your legs against her own body, and leaving your hips raised as she's fucking you from an angle that has you immediately gasping for air, and gives her a view of your blissed out face. The pace at which she fucks into you bordering animalistic, and with the added stimulation to your nipples she's able to draw another two orgasms from you in rather quick succession. Lowering your trembling body back onto the bed, and kissing every available inch of skin as she waits for your breathing to return to an acceptable rate before continuing.

Even in your state she's able to maneuver you onto your knees, the sight of your your stretched hole pulsing around nothing while your arousal drips onto the sheets beneath you has her totally awestruck, then a quiet 'green daddy,' has her sliding back into you with ease. Leaning her front against your back, her own breathing becoming labored as the intensity catches up to her and you're not fairing much better, the babbling mess that you are shaking beneath her as you are blinded by your fifth orgasm of the night, both of you collapsing at once, and your wife lays on top of you until her stomach rumbles with a different type of need.

Natasha pulls out of you slowly, whines of confusion tumble from your smushed face, and she smirks at your beyond fucked out state., "They'll be with Wanda tomorrow night, and at Tony's most of Sunday, so get your rest now detka, because I'm far from done with you. You're all mine for the weekend sweet girl." Her words break through to you, well in partiality, "No, for forever..." Natasha chuckles at your delirious mumblings, feather light kisses are placed all over your back in hopes of providing reassurance, "Forever sounds perfect to me moya lyubov', now get some sleep while I make us some fuel for round two."

—

The weekend was long indeed, come Sunday morning your legs were immobilized, and Natasha beamed at the hilarious revelation. The love making wasn't over either, because she meant it when she said all, but today's experience had been different from the last two, it was soft, there was no rush as she took care of you, and you in turn did the exact same.

Then come afternoon she was tending to your every little need, and that night she handled everything; takeout was ordered, kids were fed, bathed, and then were put to sleep with ease. Natasha returned to your shared room and gave you an all body massage, working out the deep tensions she herself had caused, your groans of relief sounding like music to her ears. "Goodnight detka..." She lovingly whispers, soft kisses placed over your cheeks, and her heart flutters as your lips naturally quirked up in your sleep, and your sweet snores filled the empty space around.

——

Summer was officially ending, and Natasha was pleading with you not to enroll the older two into the private school. "Detka, we are more than capable of teaching them the abc's, 123's, and the fundamentals of life.," you had rolled your eyes, continuing on with the application process as planned, "Yeah, please, try your curriculum on me then, persuade me.," Natasha's smirk is quickly falling when you send her the stare that reads 'not like that,' so she tries to use words to convince you.

In a patronizing way she sings the child's educational songs to you, to which you equally as pettily clap for her., "Murder is bad, unless they've done horrible things and deserve to be shivved," your eyes widen, "If someone tries to threaten you, give them fucking hell, and if —." Natasha's brows furrow at the hand you've now placed over her mouth, "Natasha, it's settled.," her eyes light up, "They're going to school."

Her shoulders instantly deflate, and she falls against the couch in an exaggerated huff, arms folded over her chest. "Oh my sweetest Natty, I know you're worried, but they'll be safe. Tony wouldn't send Morgan there, and recommend it to us if it wasn't a secure front..." Natasha's mask falls as you straddle her lap, tears fall down her cheeks without stop, and you pull her face into your chest to allow her the comfort. Strong arms wrapping around your waist to keep you there, and she breathes you in, the woodsy undertones of your cologne and your skins natural scent effectively soothing her.

"What if—?" Your soft lips cut her paranoia off, a soft engagement of kisses shared, "Natty, it's normal to be worried, especially with your former line of work, but sheltering them will just as likely harm them." Natasha nods against your chest in silent understanding. "Plus, Morgan's been there for three years now, and she's had no run ins, and let's be honest here honey—Tony's got a lot more enemies." Her light giggles calming your anxious heart, "They're going to be okay because their mommy is their fiercest protector, and I'd like to thank their mama is a close runner up."

"You definitely are, but you know, you're an even greater personal pillow..." Natasha teases, using her strong hold she suddenly shifts your bodies until your back is flat on the couch, her body settling atop of yours and her face buried deep within the crook of your neck.

—

Natasha was right, it wasn't safe there, but the culprit of your daughter's afflictions came in the form of her fellow six year olds, more specifically Camren; the blonde boy with deep dimples who has been taught that his actions have no real consequences if he just cracks a smile, and bats his thick lashes.

He's been harassing your daughter since school started about a month ago, you only just found out over the phone via the principal's aide. Apparently him harassing Avery was easy for them to overlook, but once she punched the boy square in the face it became a 'problem of safety,' and a 'means for suspension.' Natasha is still none the wiser being that she's off at the compound training her body, and because you're not too sure she wouldn't come to finish the job that Avery had started.

Upon making it to the school the receptionist was waiting for you in the parking lot with her arms crossed over her chest, and a scowl meant to intimidate, but really she just looked rather constipated. "Mrs. Romanoff?," You nodded, keeping your unbridled anger at bay, but still feeling it simmering from within, "Follow me."

Avery was sat in a chair with her knees pulled to her chest, her tear stained face resting on them, and her lip quivered when seeing you., "Mama?.," Your heart broke at the sight of the distraught girl, and as the door closed you took in the rest of the room. The principal was sat behind his desk with an ominous expression, to the right sat a slender woman in a suit with an obvious set of worry lines, the little boy beside her with the shiner fills you in on as to why that may be, and she looks pretty pissed.

"Mrs. Romanoff, so nice of you to join us, please do take a seat.," the principal booms, startling you from your observations, and you settle besides your daughter, a comforting arm wrapped around her as you do., "So, as you can see, your daughter Avery here did quite a number on Miss. Jones's son. We'd like to offer a respectful discourse of the next steps with you for your daughter's expected punishment."

The smile on the little boys face pisses you off, the matching one upon his mother's has you on the verge of seeing red. "Well, if we're talking punishment, what is it he'll be receiving then?," His mother scoffs, turning her body to face the man behind the desk, incredulously shaking her head and awaiting his expected defense.

"Well, as you can see your daughter is fine—." Now it's you scoffing, "Fine? My daughter who is shaking like a leaf, and who's sobbing is fine? Camren's apparently been bullying her for over a month now, your school never once did a thing about it, and once she retaliates you seem to care? Yet still, only she's up for suspension?"

Silence filled the tense space, the principal processing his next step, but the other parent cuts him off as she loses her temper., "Your daughter had no right to touch my angel, Camren said nothing that wasn't true, that's hardly classified as bullying if you ask me."

"It's a good thing I wasn't asking you then... Ave's, can you please tell mama what's been happening?" Her head lifts from her knees, you quickly pull her trembling form into your lap, and scratch up and down her back for comfort., "Well, he keeps calling me 'Tubby,' and 'Fat,' which makes all the other kids laugh at me and that makes me really sad. Then today he called you fat, and it just made me so mad Mama, so I punched him just like Mommy had taught me how, and then he shoved me to the ground, and said 'You're just a stupid fatty with two Mom's, you're such a freak.' After I got back to class they came to get me, and I was so scared because they wouldn't even let me call you..."

Your head was absolutely spinning, the words she'd stuttered out far more informative than the previous phone conversation, and the last bit tipped you over the edge of your fury., "Alright, I'm ready to talk, and I'll even be quick. Avery will receive no punishments, but Camren over there will be expelled effective immediately." The woman beside you gasps, and the principal stammers, "Ma'am, with all due respect, that's just not—."

"I'm going to stop you right there, had you actually respected me you'd have never let it get this far. I hope you know I have no problem making all of your lives a living hell, this school's existence is dependent upon the elite is it not? You know, such as Tony Stark, and The Black Widow, messing with them sounds like a PR nightmare to me, but what would I know right? Not like I'm married to one, and have the other on speed dial or anything."

The horrified looks on all parties present leaves you feeling accomplished, the reluctance on the man's face as he nods has you ready to laugh. "Miss Jones, it seems your son will have to find a new school, we here at Baxter Academy don't tolerate bullying of any kind, and upon further investigation it's clear your son had instigated it all, and Avery here was defending herself."

Camren and his mother jump up, scarily so, mirroring one another to the tee, and you fear for the boy's future as he never stood a chance., "Careful there Miss, my wife is a really talented lady, might blink and wake up in Heaven..." The pair leave in a huff after your clear threats, you stand too, prepared to leave yourself.

"Avery is not being suspended, but we will wave her need to attend for the week to allow her a chance to recuperate. We're truly sorry for all of these misunderstandings ma'am." You nod in appreciation, but little does he know his days here are equally as numbered, anyone who didn't protect your angel will be replaced before you even consider bringing her back.

Avery was attached to your hip when you left, quiet sobs still leaving her, and breaking you. Yelena already had Eliza, so she had no issue agreeing to pick up Sam after you'd briefly filled her in, Russian curses flying out, and you had no intention of translating so you hung up. "Angel, would you like to get ice cream with me and mommy? She's going to meet us there." She nodded against your shoulder, but still said nothing, and you were feeling a bit worried.

The car ride is silent at first, soft music playing while you drove around the city, giving her the moment to process, and for you to calm down. "Mama?" You hummed, "Are you fat? Am I? Was Camren and his mommy right then?" You'd expected the questions, but the rate at which they flew, and the brokenness in her tone you couldn't have been prepared for.

"Come here angel.," You gently command as you're now sat in the parking lot, and she climbs into your lap. You cup her chubby little cheeks, giggling as she further scrunches her face up when you kiss her little nose. "Well, yes, Mama is fat honey, but no, you're not fat at all lil lovey." Avery looks to you inquiringly, "Mama, why is being fat so bad anyways?"

You sigh, "There's nothing wrong with being fat honey, it's not a basis of someone's worth, and it's not even an accurate measurement of someone's overall health. Even if someone like Camren or his mom says otherwise, he was just trying to hurt your feelings. Nobody has a right to shame you for your weight, and if it ever happens again you come straight to me okay? All that matters in this life honey is that you're happy and healthy, and I feel like you're both."

"Oh, I'm so very happy mama! I am sorry he was trying to hurt your feelings, that's not very nice... You're the bestest, most beautifulest mama ever! He's just a little shit." You snort at your daughter's words, "Honey, that's a bad word...," She smiles mischievously, "I know, but mommy said it's sometimes okay to say when you're telling the truth, she says it a lot when we are out with Auntie Lena."

"Well, then I'll let it slide this time honey, but I will be talking to mommy..." She giggles, as if she knows she just stirred the pot, then she cuddles further into you as when you step out of the car, "I love you mama.," you kiss her forehead, "I love you too angel, now let's go enjoy some delicious ice cream!!," her squeals bring your heart a sense of peace as her spirits been successfully lifted.

Natasha's already sat at a table inside when you enter, you observe her pained expression, and when she looks up at you all she gives is a small smile that doesn't really reach her eyes. "Angel, I think mommy could use some love.," you settle her down, and she runs into Nat's open arms while you go to order the ice cream. Natasha's quickly smiling over her shoulder at you, the former assassins heart settling as she realized that you'd already taken care of it all as Avery excitedly talks her ear off.

Doesn't mean she won't handle it her way too, she's got her own skillset and lots of free time on her hands...

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"Natasha, absolutely not!" You shriek as her phone is shoved in your face yet again, a horrid baby costume on display, "I don't see why we can't be a family of murderers, Halloween is for the spooky, you're being no fun!" You sigh, she drives a hard case, but you just refuse to relent here., "I'm not sending my family our first Halloween photos with Eliza dressed as the horrifying child from the Seed of Chucky!," a quiet correction following you, "Glenda."

You have to give it to your redheaded wife though, her Amazon killer wishlist is perfectly crafted; a gender bent Chucky costume for her, paired with a gorgeous Tiffany for you, and then your precious baby girl was in line to be the hideous Glenda. Avery and Sam were going to be enemies from her third favorite franchise, Nightmare on Elm Street. Sam was going to be a truly terrifying Freddy meant to go up against Avery's creepy Jason.

After hours spent pointlessly bickering with you Natasha caves, as she was always going to. So, while the kids spent the Saturday with the famed archer, you, Laura, and a reluctant Nat went out on the town to prepare for the month's festivities, and after hours of shopping you'd both returned to decorate the house.

Natasha's soured mood suddenly gone as she giddily creates a murder scene in the guest bathroom, while you set up a beautiful harvest wonderland on the front porch, oddly shaped gourds lining the banister, pumpkins on the steps, and faux hay bales replacing the year round seating.

Natasha comes barreling out of the front door, "Detka, come look at my masterpiece!," you retreat from her when red stained hands try to grab you by the face, "Oh, sorry detka..." Sheepishly she shifts her gaze to the porch, "This looks amazing honey, but you really need to come check mine out, it's an exact replica of one of Lena's and I's best assassinations. Don't worry, he was a literal scumbag."

"Even then, please do keep this information between us."

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Natasha's hands are holding you by the hips, both of you stood before the mirror in your costumes., "Jinkies detka, you sure look hot.," her face falling against your shoulder, loudly laughing as you nudge her for using your catch phrase as a come on, "Velma and Daphne, the secret sapphics, sure you would've looked hot as Tiffany, but fuck, is it bad that I want to just rip this ensemble right off of you?"

"Of course it's bad, seeing as how the entire mystery team is downstairs waiting for us.," You tease the woman, turning around in her hold and squealing when she just pushes you up against the mirror., "Not even a quickie?" Natasha smirks as you work to shove her away, "No Nat, not even a quickie, now let's go..."

When you made it downstairs your special brood was already loaded up and ready to go. Eliza was in her Scooby Doo get up, sitting in the Mystery Machine wagon eating her peach Gerber puffs, Avery was taking on a gender bent Shaggy, and Sam was dressed as Fred. Everyone's costumes having been hand made by Wanda, and you're almost certain Natasha is the one who convinced her that Velma's skirt was this short as you had to pull it down again.

"Look who finally decided to join us..." Wanda knowingly teases as she's stood before you in her Hex Girls costume, and as you roll your eyes at her you land your gaze on the other two members, Yelena and Kate., "Sorry, I was having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction." You tease right back, seamlessly dodging the flying pumpkin, and heading straight out the front door with the wagon and baby in tow.

After getting a bunch of group photos together you'd driven off towards the rich neighborhood of Tony Stark. Natasha and you were walking hand in hand, smiling widely whenever your kids would beam to you about the full size bars, and then gasping when they returned with a wad of cash from another. Their innocent little smiles were enough to warm your entire being. Then you almost broke when all the little kids who were able to recognize your wife were running up to her in their Black Widow costumes, completely enthralled by meeting their actual hero, and she wasn't shy about the tears when they left and she leaned into you.

—

"My glasses! I can't see without my glasses.," You shriek as you flop onto the bed, throwing the prop glasses to the side table, looking up to see your wife smirking and shaking her head., "You are just so fucking cute detka...," She coos as she moves towards the bed, hands settling on your legs, inching up slowly as you squirm until she reaches the apex of your thighs.

"Jeepers Y/N, it seems you misplaced your panties too, but no worries, I'm on the case..." She gasps, soft hands bunching your skirt up, "And I'd have gotten away with this earlier, too, if it weren't for those meddling kids!" You laugh at her petty play on words directed at your children's rights to their festivities, slowly relaxing into the bed as she moves down your body to successfully solve the reoccurring mystery of your missing panties.

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Christmas was only a week out, and the older kids were finally on vacation, so you had found the time to go ice skating in the city today. Natasha was apparently an expert so she was currently teaching the older two how it was done with an excitable Eliza strapped to her. You on the other hand were clinging to the wall for dear life while Yelena skated around you., "Y/N, it is not that hard, stop the dramatics.," "Give me your hand kiska, I will protect you.," (Pussy)

"Y/N, look up! It's the kissing plant!" Yelena smirked as she now stood before you, blocking your route, looking over your shoulder to her sister, who then followed her eye line to the mistletoe hanging above the both of you. "Y/N, we don't have much time! Kiss me, it will make Kate jealous enough to stop being so shy, and we both know Natasha will destroy you in bed." Yelena takes initiative as you stare her down in shock, leaning in her lips nearly meet yours, but just before they make their mark she's flying over the wall of ice by means of a booty bump., "Cyka..."

Eliza's giggles bring you back to see your wife's angry face now staring back at you., "Natty—." Her lips brutally smash into yours before you could defend yourself, only ever retreating when the smushed baby starts to fuss., "Mine!" A gentle smile thrown her way resolves her anger, "Natty, Lena was just being an idiot, and I was completely thrown off, I'm all yours..."

—

Yelena had kept her distance for the week so that Kate could nurse her 'back to health' after Natasha had severely bruised her buttocks. But since it was Christmas Eve, and you already made it up to your wife, forgiveness had been given to the blonde for the sake of the holidays.

You had just settled the excited kids down in bed, then made sure Kate and Yelena were comfortable in the guest room before meeting your wife in the living room to play Santa. "Detka, why does the jolly man get to give them the Nintendo Switch, and we're giving them stuff like books?," You settle beside her, taking the wrapping paper roll from her and get to work., "Well, because Santa would never give them books, and we value their education so we would."

She looks to you completely unconvinced, "Natty, it would be lame to tell the kids at school Santa got them 'Junie B. Jones' or 'Harry Potter,' but we both know they will also be held up in the book nook we built for them as soon as they're unwrapped. Plus, we also have the very special delivery coming with Wands, remember?"

She beams widely at the reminder, her initial excitement being the only reason you'd agreed to such a gift in the first place., "Detka, are you ready to go to bed? If my sources are correct they'll be waking us up soon, Avery being the source..." You settle the last of the kids gifts beneath the tree, then with her help you get off of the floor, and settle snuggly into her arms.

"I'll be up in ten my love, I have to run grab a couple of gifts from the car, and nibble on some carrots and cookies for the imagination of it all." Natasha grumbles but concedes, lips pressing to yours for a sweet kiss that neither of you want to pull away from, but in the end she does.

As soon as she's gone, aka the coast is now clear, you settle another set of gifts beneath the tree, a silly smile on your face as you do, a bit too excited for tomorrows reactions. Then you begrudgingly nibble on the sugar cookies, eat a bit of the reindeers mix, throwing the rest to the ground before scampering upstairs to get a couple hours of sleep.

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"Wake up! Santa has come!" Your eyes flutter open expectantly at the excited voice, "Yelena! What the fuck? Where are the kids?" Natasha is annoyed, but honestly you're rather amused., "Don't be stupid Natalia, it's only 5:30 in the morning, they're still sleeping!"

Natasha chases her sister out of the room, and you use the time to stretch out before making your way down to start breakfast, ignoring the pained screams coming from the backyard, even looking away when Yelena's pleading eyes meet yours through the window.

The kids eventually come running down the stairs as the smell of cinnamon wafts through the house., "Mama, why is Auntie Lena holding peas to her cheek?" You stifle your giggles at your son's question, "She fell down the stairs.," Natasha is quick to answer him with a half lie "Oh no, are you okay?" He sadly asks, tiny hands moving to cup her good cheek, and she softens at the tenderness., "Yes malen'kiy." (little one)

Breakfast was a smooth experience, you getting the baby up and ready as you'd already eaten. Meeting everyone in the living room where they'd patiently been waiting, handing a tired Eliza to her mommy so that you could hand the gifts out one by one. Everyone was pleased, their squeals filling the space telling you so. The kids had already hugged everyone in the room, screamed their thanks to Santa Clause; Sam settled into the cushy reading nook, and Avery began setting up the switch.

"Looks like Santa had another gift to give." You beam, a big box wrapped in penguin paper in hand: To Yelena & Natasha | From: Santa written onto the pre-made sticker.

Natasha quirked her brow, while Yelena shook with anticipation in her seat as the box was settled between them., "Go on then, open it!" Yelena tore right into her end, while Natasha gently unwrapped her side like it was her job. "Oh my gosh! I've always wanted this since I saw it for the first time three seconds ago!" Yelena shrieks appreciatively, you giggle at the stark honesty, then within an instant your breath is gone as Natasha collides into you.

Fresh hot tears soak through your Christmas pajamas, and you just hold onto her tightly, because you didn't expect such a reaction from your wife, but it's also a totally acceptable one. "Thank you detka..." You smile as she speaks, "It wasn't me love, it was Santa..." her wet chuckle in response warms your body, and then there's a knock on the door.

Natasha pulls back from you with a wide smile, "It's time!" She sprints to the door, and you regather the kids, placing blindfolds over their eyes, and watching as your wife and best friend enter with adorable white cats with black tipped ears, and noses in their hands. Natasha lifts one up high showing it off in all its glory, and you smile warmly back at her excitement.

"Are you two ready for the surprise?"

"Auntie Wanda?! Are you our surprise?!" Wanda smiles at Avery's excitement for her, "No silly, but I did bring the surprise with me." Sam pipes up, "I'm ready! Please show us!" Natasha and Wanda step forward, gently settling the furry babies into their laps, and you uncover their eyes as they gasp at the new sensation.

Both kids squeal, "Oh my gosh!!!!" Sam pulling his into a loose embrace, while Avery nuzzled her nose to the bewildered cats. "This is the best gift, thank you so much —." Avery paused.

"I picked them up, but your mom's got them." Wanda answers her silent question, and both kids jump up to hug all the adults present anyways.

Wanda headed towards the kitchen to start the Christmas dinner, her supposed gift to you, and so you settled down with Eliza to help her understand the new toys she'd just received. Sam took 'Liho' to the reading nook with him, and the cat happily slept at his side. Avery spent her time explaining the game she was learning herself to 'Tigger,' who just stared at her as if he understood her completely. Natasha and Yelena, with the help of Kate began to use their Easy Bake Oven from Santa. Testing their treats out on unsuspecting victims all day, and everyone had pretended to like it for the sake of their feelings.

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Natasha and you'd happily settled into your bed after the long day of Christmas festivities. Sleep consuming your mind the minute your body had hit the mattress, but Natasha found herself wide awake, the joy today brought her had kept her mind running a mile a minute. Liho was lying on her legs, purring like crazy, while Tigger was asleep upon her greatest accomplishment in life's tummy.

Holidays tended to be a time of reminiscing, and that's exactly what she was doing with her fingers in your hair, and a smile on her face. Everything good in her life is because of you, and her heart fluttered wildly at the thought of what could've been had she never gone into the Glory Hole all those years ago.

The peace you brought to her when all she ever knew was chaos, the pure love you give to her so freely and unconditionally, or how the beautiful family you blessed her with would just cease to exist, and the more she ponders she realizes that's not a reality she could bare to face, so she settles herself into bed, allowing your scent to calm her nervous system, and sighing as the exhaustion starts to set in.

Just as soon as she'd laid her head down on your chest though the door creaked open. Three sets of little eyes stared at the redhead, and she silently beckoned them over with the wave of her hand, and they quickly obliged. Avery passed Eliza to Natasha, then crawled in between the two of you, Sam settled between your legs, with his hand atop the cat already sleeping there, and the other loosely in yours.

Natasha falls asleep just as soon as everyone's breathing evens out, "Ya lyublyu tebya moya prekrasnaya sem'ya.," the last words she utters as her eyes fluttered shut.

(I love you my beautiful family)

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