#natasharomanoffpov
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Take it All…
Virgin!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
A cute little (lengthy 🤭) story where Natasha gets to fall in love, and be taken care of in all facets 🥰
Warnings: Annoying men, AOU sexist mantra, but I promise it’s super FLUFF!
Smut: Marking(N), Oral (N), Fingering (N), Face-Riding (R), High-Tech Strap(N/R), Marking (N), Kinks: Praising/Degrading, Breeding.
18 + | Minors DNI !!
Natasha is a Swiftie, you will not change my mind.
Natasha Romanoff was no stranger to the process of flirting, truth be told she was an expert at the concept being that she is a reformed spy who's objective once was to topple regimes, and who's focus lied in the art of infiltration, and manipulation. It didn't hurt that she herself was unforgettably gorgeous, walking into a room, and exuding a sort of aura that screamed power and sex. None of the targets found it in them to resist her charms, always leading to success, but funny enough the assassin never ever crossed over the lines.
Never did she sleep with a target, even when they were lower level, and conventionally hot. Her training allowed her to forgo any sort of sexual urges, the 'love is for children' mantra lived in her mind and heart rent free, but more so it just came down to a lack of interest. Being the object of their lusty intentions actually sort of disgusted her, to be seen for the lie she sold them, and never for who she really was—not that she really knew herself at the time, either way it was a massive turn off for the redhead.
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It wasn't until she came to America, with the offer of a new lease in life, that her tune began to slowly change. No longer did she allow the Red Rooms brainwashing mantra to influence her, because when she began to find her family in the Barton's she realized just how beautiful, and easy it could be. That there really might be a place for her in the world, and she craved it desperately. Finding it however wasn't an easy feat, because all the casual dates she went on ended with roaming hands, and visits to the infirmary for the many that had dared try it.
Natasha played a part in her own demise at times though, the art of flirting was engrained in her, so of course she'd use it to her benefit. Flustering the men and women of Shield, and then eventually her team of Avengers fell prey, it filled her with a childlike glee really. Causing the oh so powerful Captain America to redden like a tomato and fumble over his words always made her day, but with them it was all a game. One might say she was a tease, but she never offered them false hope, just lighthearted, flirty banter, more like an ego boost than anything.
Never would she dare date any of them, because they too stared at her like an object. Drooling over her on undercover missions, or at one of the many parties thrown by Stark. Bruce, and Steve would be obvious with their intentions as the night drug on, and she would always retire to her room early to avoid the awkward shutting down of their advances.
Being desired wasn't the problem, because at the end of the day a relationship would need to involve such a concept. For Natasha it was the lack of further interest, she saw the way Clint and Laura communicated with just a glance, or how they'd cuddled up after a long time apart over the Hollywood image of steamy reunions. Intimacy on all levels is what she'd craved, and she was rather disappointed to have never known it. Especially as she was approaching thirty, and was still by all accounts a virgin.
No one could tell by looking at her, but at heart she was a hopeless romantic, and no one would ever believe her if they knew she'd yet to even be kissed. She was an expert at many things, avoidance being one of those, because even with her need to draw targets in, she'd avoided their advances, playing coy with a purposeful cheek landing; securing her lips untouched.
As the time flew by she had thought maybe she was wrong, that maybe she was destined to be alone forever, so much so that she'd even found comfort in her solitude, but that ache still laid deep within her, and a part of her never gave into the doubt. Much to her shock a beacon of hope came into her life about a year ago, as you were recruited for the team by Fury and Stark. There was something different about you from the start, an almost innocence to your stride, and more importantly to her a sense of respect.
It was crazy really, you were always polite, and never did she really find your gaze predatory. She'd caught you glancing every once in awhile, expressing clear interest in her appearance, but your eyes also spoke of something deeper. Which was only evidenced by your constant use of silly little ice breakers as you worked hard to break down the redheads steel walls. Friendship, something she'd only experienced on a surface level with her other teammates, barring Clint, was what you were going for.
Natasha was initially taken aback by your eagerness to befriend her, but after a few months of her giving you lackluster responses, it soon became easy for her to incorporate you into her everyday. Like every morning when at breakfast where she learned you loved the company, but also required the quietude. She'd watch as you downed two mugs of cocoa before even uttering a word, then she would happily listen to your rambles while biting into whatever nutritious meal you'd have made.
Movie nights were spent sharing a couch, a bowl of popcorn sat perfectly in the middle, and she'd always make sure to reach for it whenever you did, sending you a shy smile as your hand's fumbled over one another. Simple touches like that became an addiction for her. Every chance she had got to touch you, best believe she took it: her head on your shoulder as she "fell" asleep during the movie, a hand on your back as she "squeezed" on by, but her favorite was being pinned to the ground by you in training sessions. Even if she flustered under your gaze embarrassingly fast, she'd always run off to her room after with impure thoughts to guide the inexperienced hands pleasuring her.
She was a virgin, not a prude.
Her metaphorical walls that were meant to be sturdy like steel, were instead more akin to the crumbling Great Barrier Reef of today's world.
Letting you in being easy did shock her, but what really threw her off was the loss of game. Everything Natasha knew about flirting went out the window with you around. Signature smirks were traded in for dopey lovesick smiles, and that natural flow of teasing words of hers was replaced with an inability to speak. All it took for you to change Natasha's life was six months, she was putty in your unknowing hands. You'd actually rendered her speechless on more than one occasion, with just a glance from across the room her conversations would come to a halt, just so she could gawk at you.
Kind of like now., "Natasha, you are, as the American kids would say: 'Down bad.'," the blonde mumbles to her sister, who was nearly drooling as you exited the gym in a sports bra, and pair of basketball shorts., "Ask her out.," Clint adds from her side, and she turns to face them in bewilderment., "Are you two crazy?"
Yelena smirks as she notices you doing the same, it was clear to her you were onto Nat, but she definitely didn't expect you to boldly make your way over., "Hey guys, what's going on?," you casually greeted the threesome, and the pair behind Natasha who'd immediately turned to face you share a mischievous look., "Oh my, Clint Barton, would you look at the time."
Clint genuinely looks to his watch, then clarity washes over him., "We have a meeting with Fury in less than ten, we better get going, will you keep an eye on Nat for us?," you watch as the redheads brow twitches but her shy smile remains., "She's a bit of a troublemaker if left unsupervised.," the archer teases further, but he leaves it at that, knowing better than to test his luck any further as the pair slip on out.
"Don't I know it.," you playfully shout at their nearly departed forms, but you looked directly at the gorgeous woman before you, who only furthers her adorableness as she pouts., "I'm not a troublemaker.," she brushed passed you feigning offense, but really she was just getting rather hot under your intense gaze, so she went straight to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water., "Yeah, then who hacked into Tony's suit, and made him fly backwards for a whole hour?"
Natasha's head falls as she tries to hide her blush of embarrassment at being caught, something she could normally do easily, just never around you. It was as if you were like her own walking, breathing lie detector., "Not I.," she cursed herself as her voice had cracked. That being your fault too since you suddenly had a hand on her hip, it was innocent as you'd been using her for leverage to reach the mugs directly above her, but her thoughts were anything but as your cleavage landed in her direct eye line., "Well then I guess it'll remain the greatest mystery of our generation."
Natasha giggled, actually physically giggled, and her entire body froze at the foreign sound. Never in her life had she expressed humor so softly before, her cheeks flushed at the notion that you'd softened her this much already., "Cocoa?," she was pulled from her moment of silly panic by your voice, the offer of a warm mug of cocoa accompanied by your smile more than enough to settle her current reservations.
After her nod in approval you began to collect all your ingredients, puzzling the woman as she'd never seen cocoa made this way before. In a pan you'd scooped in your cocoa powder, followed by a pinch of salt, then whisked in your pre-boiling water. After it simmered for a few minutes, you added in your milk of choice, then removed it from the heat where you added a splash of vanilla and mixed it all up., "That's different.," you caught her curious gaze, then chuckled as she realized she spoke aloud., "Promise it's so much better too.," a blush rushed to her cheeks as you winked at her before returning to the task at hand.
Once you deemed it ready for the mugs, you divided it up evenly, then to bring the drink over the top you added in a dash of half and half to elevate the drink's texture. Just when she thought you were done you'd began to scavenge for even more ingredients, such as tiny marshmallows that you dropped into the steaming mugs., "Cream?," she nodded again as you shook the can before her face, then she gasped as you squirt it onto her nose., "Y/N!"
All you could do was cackle at the sight of her, the dollop of cream nearly melting off her nose as you scooped it off with your finger then the redheads brain short circuited as you plopped it into your mouth in an unbothered manner. The opposite of how she now stood, hot and bothered, as your satisfied moans filled the space, being followed up by the loud spray of the can as you overfilled the mugs with the creamy perfection., "Here you go Natty."
The woman took her mug, albeit shakily as she pondered how something so simple in nature could make her feel this way. Then she quickly remembers that most days all it takes is a smile from you for her knees to nearly buckle. She is grateful in this moment as you're so into the drink that you'd missed her intense staring. Well, she assumed you did, but you were just simply forgoing a teasing smile as you were invested in the creamy cocoa.
"Jesus Y/L/N, drink anymore of that powdered shit and I'm sure you'll be sponsored in no time.," Stark's teasing voice breaks the happy bubble between you and the assassin, and just as you were about to taunt him back as the both of you were known for doing Natasha speaks instead., "Yeah, as I'm sure will be the case for you and the Viagra I saw in your lab.," she casually mused while sipping down the warm beverage., "Can you imagine it? Iron Man and his Iron Rod of a success story?"
Tony left the kitchen in a dramatic huff, and as soon as he was out of earshot you were cackling maniacally. The call out was so uncalled for, but a small smattering of pride filled your chest as you realize she was clearly defending you. You'd always heard about Natasha's cold ways, but you thought them to be a fable since she'd only ever graced you with perceivable softness. This only furthers your surmounting belief that she's as smitten with you as you are her, and this shared moment with her leaves you feeling rather emboldened to test out your theory.
"What?," Natasha questions in a hushed tone, the way you're suddenly staring at her so softly, but almost teasingly leaves her skin crawling., "You're adorable Natty, did you know that?," her face instantly flushed, and you smirked., "Coming to my defense like that; it's sweet."
Natasha was stumped for a response, she'd been called many things before, but adorable and sweet didn't come close., "It makes me think my suspicions about you are right.," she gulped before finding her squeaky voice., "What suspicions?," you settled both of your mugs down, then gently grabbed her hands., "That you're into me.," she was about to protest, her heart hammering in her chest at being caught, and potentially tossed aside., "Like in the exact same way that I'm into you."
"So, if I'm right here, I'd hope you'd willingly accompany me to dinner tonight.," the hope twinkling in your eyes was promising, and it about nearly knocked the redhead off her feet., "Y-Yes, I would love to accompany you.," she stuttered, something she'd never done before in her life, but she was far too excited to care., "Meet me out front at 5pm sharp, it's a date.," you left with a soft kiss to her cheek, smirking rather victoriously as you left the kitchen.
"A date.," Natasha repeated your words, her hand reaching up to graze over her warmed cheek like a giddy school girl, she sighed dreamily just before she was rushing out of the kitchen in a panic... What would she wear, among other things flashing in her mind.
Yelena and Clint beamed at their triumph, and hugged in a moment of blinding excitement., "If you ever tell anyone about this, I will end you Clinton Barton.," the elder man nodded, then the meddling duo quickly dispersed.
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Natasha's shaky hands brushed out the front of her dress that didn't even reach her knees. It'd taken her an hour alone to pick out the outfit, but once she found the little red number in the back of her closet she was instantly relieved. There was no way you wouldn't find her to be undeniably ravishing in it, and that's exactly what she wants from tonight. To entice you, leave you on the edge of your seat, and unable to picture a life outside of one with her, and if she were being honest, she wants to be railed.
Nerves clearly overran her decision making tonight, because any common fool could see you didn't need the assistance in falling for her. Natasha wasn't much of a common though, never before you had she ever been considered one, but there's a first time for everything... Natasha spritzed herself with a classic cologne, a delicious scent of spiced vanilla covered her, she slipped into a pair of black stilettos, then she sighed before she made her way down to you with only about ten minutes to spare.
When you heard her approaching from behind you couldn't help but to smile, but you kept your cool while facing away, waiting for her lithe fingers to tap you on your shoulders. Natasha was nervous when she saw the furrow in your brow, a stark contrast to the previous smile., "Natty, aren't you cold?," her heart melted at your concern, but she brushed it off with a soft giggle., "I'm actually burning up."
It wasn't far from the truth either, seeing you in your suit had her mouth running dry., "Are those for me?," she deflected from her outfit, and moved onto the black and red roses in your hand with a giant smile on her face., "Yes.," you nodded nervously, she excitedly pulled the bouquet up to her nose to breathe in the aroma, and while she did you moved to remove your jacket, and put it over her shoulders.
Cutting her rebuttal off with the knowledge that she'd literally just shivered you then guided her over to your Jeep, helping her in, and buckling her in for extra precaution. Natasha was working on calming her nerves as you slowly rounded your car, not only were you not ogling her like she's used to, but you're also caring for her in ways she'd never experienced. It was so foreign to her, part of her worried you might not be as into her as you initially let on, but the sight of you smiling at her as you entered the car reminded her that the unknown isn't all bad, especially not when you're the one steering the ship, and are kind enough to hold her fidgeting hand as you do it.
The restaurant you took her to was beautiful, a little Italian joint on the corner of the street. There was a homey feeling to it that she wasn't used to, but it was comforting to say the least. Most people who took her out on dates were trying to impress her with flashy joints in the elite areas of the city, but she didn't need that; money and power wasn't the way to her heart. It was moments like this, spent beneath dim lights that hardly showcased the menu, with a goofball that covered her eyes and read the contents to her by heart that managed to do so.
Granted, you'd already had her heart before the dinner, but this hilarious display just assured her that you definitely were meant to have it. Natasha ordered the shrimp scampi after you raved on about it for ages, then she quirked a brow as you yourself ordered the five cheese raviolis., "What? This way I can have a bite of your delicacy, and enjoy my cheesy goodness.," Natasha snorted., "Oh? Who says I'm sharing?"
She did in fact share with you too, because as soon as you pulled out the puppy dog eyes she found she wasn't exactly capable of saying no. It wasn't unfair though, as you reached across the table with your fork held out., "Shit, Y/N, why have you been keeping this place a secret? All of this food is delicious.," she exclaimed over the bite of ravioli, and you beamed at her words., "Had to keep it at the ready for a date with a pretty girl.," her face fell slightly, clearly missing your teasing tone, but yours instantly softened at the obvious confusion on hers.
"Natasha.," she hummed while giving you her attention., "You're the pretty girl.," the woman immediately smiled shyly at the way you spoke of her in such ways, she's more used to being called hot or sexy by desperate people, she's truly never heard something as delicate before. Internally she felt embarrassment filling her at her cluelessness—of course you meant her, her self deprecating mind quieted down though when your hand settled over hers on the table., "Eat up beautiful, I can't wait for the cannolis."
Natasha loved everything about you really, but this childlike excitement of yours has to be one of the most endearing qualities you carry. Her eyes were amused, watching your lips move at record speed as you giddily ordered the sweet. When you turned back to face her she smiled warmly, her heart absolutely full as you subtly linked your hand with hers and urged her to talk. It's the best feeling in the world to be at the center of your attention, and have your eyes meet hers as she spoke about genuine interests.
With you she's able to just be, there's no pressure to uphold conversations filled with small talk, or to flaunt off her assets to keep your attention. She realized as you spoke to her so animatedly about the modifications you were making to her guns that she'd always just had it, no matter if she was in her pajamas or a revealing dress, and that truly settled all of her remaining doubts about you becoming hers.
As you escorted her back out into the cold New York night she instantly shivered, using the moment as an excuse to push back into you as you guided her to your vehicle., "Here, warm the car up, I'm sure I have warmer clothes for you in the back, you're going to need them.," she didn't question you, but she was curious to know what else you had planned for the night.
After slipping into your backseat she slipped out of her dress as you kindly waited outside in the cold, she was grinning as she slipped your sweat suit on, and she shamelessly snuggled into it with a sigh as your scent encased her., "Wow, you look so beautiful in my clothes.," Natasha's eyes caught the way yours darkened momentarily before returning to their normal shade, and she shuffled a bit as the sight of you in your lusty state put her into one of her own, or more so it just spurred on the one that's been steadily building within her all day long., "Th-thank you.," you winked., "No, thank you."
Natasha giggled, and your heart fluttered at the infectious sound., "Shall we go?," she pursed her lips playfully., "Depends, where to?," you rolled your eyes while helping her into the passengers seat., "You'll see in due time."
Natasha was about to question your next move, but then she was too busy DJing, as you gave her your phone in an obvious attempt to distract her, it clearly worked, and you smiled in amusement as she sang without fear beside you., "The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand.," you noted her passion, and her shockingly good vocals, and decided it best that she always control the aux cord so you'd forever be blessed with her hidden talent.
"TSwizzle fan are we?," you teased as you put the car in park and turned to look at her., "That's a silly question, of course I am, and if you're not you might as well take me home.," she huffed, but you could see she was joking., "Oh?," you went to reach for the keys, but she quickly stopped you., "Calm yourself honey, I was only removing them from the ignition."
"Red's really her best album.," you suddenly proclaimed and the redhead gasped in offense while accepting your help out of your car., "Absolutely not! It's a masterpiece sure, but let's not act like Folklore isn't right there.," you chuckled lightly., "Natasha, are you okay?!," she gasped and slapped your shoulder, causing you to chuckle even harder., "Am I okay? Are you?! I bet All Too Well is your favorite track."
A shrug was all Natasha needed to know she was right, her smug smile telling you as such, but before she could rub her win in your face she was stopping in her tracks at the sight., "Holy shit, the city's beautiful when you're not stuck in it.," her honesty brought a smirk to your face., "Yeah, I love to come here when the world gets a bit too much, it's therapeutic."
Natasha internally beamed at the knowledge that you'd brought her to not one, but two of your special places, it was heartwarming that you trusted her enough to let her in like this. Then her heart nearly combusted when you wrapped your arms around her from behind, letting her settle into your warmth while the both of you stared over the bridge and at the distant twinkling of the New York City skyline.
The silence that surrounded the two of you was surprisingly comforting, her ability to hear your soft huffs along with the distant traffic and crickets chirping were more than enough for her as she was completely relaxed in your tight hold., "Natty.," she hummed, too afraid to use her voice while your breath fans across her skin., "Are you interested in sharing a dance?"
"Good, let me show you Taylor's best.," you teased the redhead while pulling back to pull out your phone, missing the way she whined at the loss of contact in your obvious excitement., "Take my hand darling, and let me woo you."
Natasha took your hand with a playful shake of her head, allowing you to pull her against you, the proximity left her speechless, and the way you looked down at her made her blush wildly. It took her by surprise when you spun your bodies around to the upbeat song, but she quickly fell in line and found herself smiling unabashedly as you sung the lyrics sillily.
"Before you, I'd only dated self-indulgent takers; who took all of their problems out on me.," the lyrics spoke too deeply to the woman's soul as she is reminded of all of the horrors that came before you., "But you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing.," she smiled though at the realization that she now had you., "I love you because you have given me no choice but to: stay, stay, stay.," and as she listened to the words leaving your lips, with her hand resting over your chest, she could feel her heart beating in sync with yours; she just hoped this intense feeling would last forever, and not be a fleeting moment in time.
The two of you eventually managed to sway your bodies all the way back to your car, you fell into the Jeep in a fit of nervous giggles as the song faded out into All Too Well. When you looked up though, noticing that Natasha was still leaning against your body, it was all too suddenly that the lightness in the air faded. Natasha stared at you so intensely as the light of the moon lit up your features, you just looked so damn beautiful, and in a moment of bravery she fell into you, planting her lips to yours; making her inexperience obvious.
When you didn't initially respond to her bold advances she felt worry consuming her entire being, did she read the moment wrong? But they were instantly quelled as you laid your hands over her hips, shifting the position and pushing her body into the car while your lips took over the momentum of the heated kiss. Natasha was grateful to be leaning into your car, because when your tongue slowly slipped into her mouth her knees nearly buckled.
Instinctively you could feel the way her hips jutted, causing you to still in your movements, and for her to whine as you pulled away entirely., "Nat, I don't want to rush things.," she desperately held onto the collar of your shirt when you tried to take a step back., "Y/N, I've waited my whole life for this moment, and I'm nothing short of sure with you, so please."
The lingering suspicion was met with her truth, and you almost felt bad with how excited it made you to know you'd be the first, and if you're fortunate, hopefully the last to have Natasha in such ways, but you were still a bit unsure., "Are you sure Natasha?," your thumb trailed over the apple of her flushed cheek, and she was quick to nod eagerly., "Use your words honey.," you smiled softly, and she melted into your hand., "I'm sure Y/N, please, take it all."
The drive back to the compound was shorter than usual, but with the use of side streets, and with your foot slammed to the gas pedal it was a blink of an eye before you and the redhead were stumbling into your bedroom. Her lip's eagerly pressed to yours, and you quick to reciprocate while guiding her body to the bed. The both of you tumbled down together, but before it got anymore heated you pulled back., "Natasha.," she tried to shush you., "I'm sure."
You shook your head with an amused smile., "Trust me baby, I know.," you reassured her with a knowing glance, the heat radiating from between her legs was enough of a telltale sign., "I'm just...," you paused, readjusting so that you could straddle her, hands cupping her cheeks as your eyes blossomed with such care., "I really like you Natasha—I want you, more than anything really, to be mine wholly.," she smirked up at you, this sudden change in your demeanor amused her, the nervousness was obvious, but she was perplexed on how you'd even ended up worried., "I'm all yours Y/N, so please, help me out here, I-I need you."
You cut her pleading off with your lips to hers, it was delicate, because as much as you wanted to tear her apart, you were far too aware of this being her first time, and you wanted to give her all the power., "More, please.," she began to shuffle uncomfortably from beneath you, so you were quick to remove both of your top layers, allowing her a bit more contact before your lips were on hers again, she whimpered into your mouth when your nipples brushed over her own, and your tongue slid into her mouth while you pressed your pelvis to hers.
Teasingly you kept a steady pace as to work her up, not that she really needed it, but slow and steady was always the best way to go when you were learning another's body., "Tell me baby, do I have permission to mark you as mine?," she moaned at the thought., "Fuck, please do.," you smirked against her lips, then you began to trail your lips down her taut jawline, taking extra care to ensure you'd find her sweet spot, and when you finally sucked her earlobe between your teeth you found yourself victorious as she gasped, and shuffled beneath your body., “Please, I-I need more detka.”
“Patience my dear, I will take such good care of you, don’t you worry.,” your lips continued to move down her body, slowly leaving behind varying degrees of markings, and pulling the most delicious whimpers from the mess of a woman as you found even more sensitive spots., “So receptive baby, just keep making those pretty noises for me, and show mommy just how good she’s making you feel.”
Natasha’s eyes widened at your given title, it made her body shiver in anticipation of when she’d get to call it out, her thighs rubbing together beneath you showed you just how affected she was., “Patience baby, spread your legs for me honey, be mommy’s good girl.,” she whined at your command, but she shocked herself really with how pliant she had become., “There you go baby, promise I’m going to take care of you, just trust me, and the process.”
Impatience fueled her, but she knew you knew what you were doing, the thought alone came with waves of jealousy, but it settled easily whenever you laid another kiss to her hot skin, or better yet left another deep mark, claiming her as yours, and in turn making you hers. Natasha immediately rose her hips off the bed when she felt the tips of your fingers push passed the hem of her-your-sweats, and you kindly held back a chuckle at her eagerness.
The sight of her bare cunt shocked you, she was not nearly as innocent as she was playing it if she wore your clothing over her bareness., “Natasha, you are such a needy little whore.,” you couldn’t hold back your thoughts, and it seemed beneficial when her arousal dripped onto the sheets and she whined, almost as if she was in immense pain with how turned on you’ve made her., “Please, mommy, it hurts.,” you chuckled tauntingly as you laid between her thighs., “My beautiful, filthy whore…”
In slow succession you began to move closer to her core, leaving more marks on her thighs, and the woman whined and gasped the whole time as you cycled between sucking and biting. It was taking everything in you not to move to just devouring her, but the love you held for the special woman kept your carnality at bay, and left you with the need to not rush things., “Baby, we’re at the point of no return, but if you need me to stop, just whisper ‘widow’.,” you held eye contact with the dizzy girl from over her glistening mound, your quirked brow telling her to speak., “I understand mommy.”
“Good girl.,” you mumbled against her thigh, then with your hands splayed over them you held them down against the bed, and slowly trailed your tongue up her slit., “Oh fuck!,” and just as you’d expected the strong muscles beneath your fingertips tensed, fighting your hold as they tried to close around your head., “Keep them open for me honey.,” your words were met with attempted obedience as she calmed down, but as soon as your lips wrapped around her clit and offered the tiniest bit of pressure you were grateful that you decided to hold them down anyways, because your mouth was unrelenting as it brought her to tears.
“Mommy, I-I.,” she whimpered, her body was in a state of unfamiliar territory, and it was up to you to ease her., “Sh, whatever you’re feeling is part of the process honey, just let go.,” Nat was stressed that you were misinformed here, the urge to pee was strong, but it wasn’t an urge she could fight as your tongue plunged deep into her, and successfully threw her into a blinding state of bliss she’d yet to experience.
Natasha was breathing harshly as you trailed your way back up her body, fingers gently circling over her hip in a gentle comfort, and your body laid atop of hers to ground her., “How are you feeling love?,” she smiled in lieu of a response, and you returned the gesture., “Are you satisfied? Or shall I continue, hm?,” her thighs rubbed together when your raspy voice hit her., “Please don’t stop, I want it all.”
“As you wish.,” you winked, then met her lips in a passionate kiss as your fingers danced over her skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on there way to her puffy cunt, where they met no resistance, but were still as gentle as can be as only one of them surpassed her entrance., “Shit.,” you swallowed the grunt, but moved your kisses to her neck in an attempt to distract her from the unfamiliar feeling of your finger., “It’s going to sting baby, but I promise it’ll only be temporary, but do remember the safe word.”
After a few seconds you began to remove the finger before slowly reentering her, setting a slow pattern to get her used to the feeling. Natasha felt the exact moment the pain became pleasurable, and she moaned languidly against your earlobe to let you know. You moved to introduce a second finger, and were met with a pained gasp, but as you started to pump them into her at a steady pace she became a moaning mess that was only further turning you on.
Her walls clenched around your fingers with every thrust, you also noticed that when you groaned they’d flutter uncontrollably, and you found that to be extremely hot., “Fuck, baby you’re taking me so well.,” you smirked against her neck when her cunt sucked you in further., “God baby, you have such a greedy little cunt.,” she moaned, partially at your words, and even more so at the way you curled your fingers so torturously slow from within her.
“I-I think I’m close.,” you hummed while sucking on her heated skin., “Then let go for your mommy.,” you bit into her neck, and she quite literally shrieked in a mix of pain and pleasure, her back arched off the bed while her thighs trembled, and you returned your lips to hers to quiet down her unrelenting screams as your fingers lazily rode her through her high.
Once her body seemed to be calming down you removed your fingers from her, and she cried., “I want more, please.,” your eyes widened., “Fucking hell baby, you’re insatiable.,” you traced a line of her own slick over her lips, then nodded in encouragement, smiling when she took the hint, and used her tongue to clean it off as you did the same to your shining fingers., “You taste divine, like the holiest of nectars.,” she beamed at your words, then she pouted when you looked to be leaving the bed.
“I can’t give you more unless you give me a chance to collect it.,” you winked at her before entering your closet and procuring your latest science experiment with an excited smirk. A soft groan left your lips as you slipped the end of your strap into you, clenching purposely you watched as the shaft responded with a twitch., “Fuck, this is going to be everything.,” you groaned then made quick work of returning to the needy redhead laid atop of your bedsheets.
“Oh shit.,” her eyes were wide when she saw the almost human like appendage dangling from between your legs, it looked so realistic that she almost wondered if you were a sorcerer., “Think you can handle mommy’s cock baby?,” she nodded dumbly, a response that was inspired by her eager cunts pulsing., “Yes, please just give it to me already.,” after she spoke you wasted no time hovering above her, and slowly you moved your hips, getting the silicone covered in her abundant slick.
“This is going to sting love, but I’ll be gentle.,” she tensed, but when your thumb slowly began to stimulate her clit she settled into the bed., “Relax baby, it’ll be smoother if you do.,” she happily reciprocated the kiss when you laid your lips to hers, but then she accidentally bit your lip as you began to inch the strap passed her entrance., “I’m sorry mommy, I—.,” you shushed her quickly, then began to pick the momentum of the kiss up to distract her as best you could from the toys unfamiliar stretch.
Once you felt your pelvis meet hers you were in awe at the sight, seeing her taking you in so well was truly astonishing., “Baby look down.,” she lifted her head in a daze, then threw it back into the pillows after she saw the way you had filled her so well., “Are you ready,” she smiled up at you excitedly., “Fuck me hard mommy.”
Even with her encouragement you started out slow, knowing her excitement wasn’t riddled in awareness, and you were certain she was grateful for that as her nails dug into you with every shallow thrust you rewarded her with. There wasn’t going to be a long process here, with how worked up you already were, and how sensitive she was it was bound to be a short endeavor, you prolonged it as best you could, but with every clench of her walls around the strap you were hit with a vibration on your end that had you panting wildly.
“I’m going to let you in on a secret baby.,” you grunted while drilling the strap into her at a picked up pace., “Mommy’s cock is full, and she’s going to bust any second now, filling you up with her babies, and making you scream.,” Natasha’s heart ached at the notion, but her pussy also fluttered rapidly around the strap, causing you to do the same on your end as it all became too much, and with a final thrust the cum reservoir was activated, and Natasha’s body jolted up as she screamed in pleasure.
Natasha wrapped her arms around your back, and buried her face in your chest as she was overwhelmed by the feeling of you gushing inside of her, and you two fell into heap on the mattress as you were desperately trying to calm yourself down after the intense orgasm you just experienced, and Natasha could sense that you were struggling a bit so she did her best to comfort you even in her own state, and the feeling of her hand carting through your hair was enough to honestly make your heart burst.
“Such a good girl.,” you praised while laying gentle kisses across her collarbones to help further bring the both of you back down., “Making mommy so proud baby, so fucking proud.,” Natasha was a fast learner, even in her dizzy state she could feel everything you did to her, and every bit of her wanted to reciprocate., “Mommy, can I please try?,” you smiled down at her softly, then pecked her pleading lips., “You’ve been such a good girl for me, so how about I ride that pretty face of yours, hm?!,” she nodded vigorously, but then she was quick to correct herself., “Yes, please do it.”
Standing up quickly you removed the strap from within you, wincing slightly as it left you, then carefully you had moved until you were hovering above her head., “Stick your tongue out baby, and tap my thigh if you need me to get off, no pressure at all, just have fun.,” you could see her smiling, her tongue slowly wetted her lips as she stared at your dripping center, then after her moment of gawking she listened.
Natasha’s arms were instantly wrapped around your plush thighs, and her tongue was flattened as you settled atop her face, she instantly moaned when your arousal touched her tongue, and you groaned at the vibrations making her feel an overwhelming sense of pride to have been able to please you already. It’d helped the inexperienced girl that you were already sensitive, but as you began to grind against her face you realized she was simply a natural, she belonged between your thighs.
“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so well, mommy’s going to cum, is that okay?,” you panted from above her as you felt yourself about to let go, but you still didn’t want to overwhelm her., “Fuck.,” you moaned when you felt her mumbling her approval, and in a moments time your movements became more erratic as you worked to prolong your high, but when you came back to yourself you quickly clambered off of her, only to find Natasha’s dopey smile to greet you as your slick drenched her face., “That was fucking epic.,” you chuckled at her innocence, then moved to lay atop of her again.
“You’re so fucking perfect Natasha.,” the smile you received made your heart flutter, and you felt the urge to kiss her deeply to reiterate the previous sentiment., “Thank you Y/N/N.,” you only kissed her deeper., “It was my pleasure.”
Natasha’s body settled atop of yours the second it hit the mattress, and your arm was quick to tug her even closer which resulted in a long, happy sigh leaving her swollen, pink lips., “Rest now love, we’ll clean you up in a bit.,” you whispered, and felt relieved when her body relaxed the rest of the way into yours.
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"I-I need to tell you something.," Nat shakily whispers, breaking the perceived peaceful silence, and you shift to sit as she'd done, your body briefly tensed with fear that she’d become regretful after all, but you grabbed her hands while smiling comfortingly anyways., "Natty, you can tell me anything. What is it that's troubling you sweetheart?,” your heart nearly broke when you saw how terrified she looked.
"In the Red Room, where I was trained, where I was raised, they have a graduation ceremony. They sterilize you. It's efficient – one less thing to worry about – the one thing that might matter more than a mission. Makes everything easier, even killing.," her voice shakes as she fidgets with your fingers, avoiding your eyes; likely full of pity, or to her fear—disgust., "Bruce isn't the only monster on the team..."
"Oh Natasha.," you coo, immediately bringing her rigid form into your lap, embracing her wholly, and rocking her as she begins to tremble., "You are not a monster!"
"What happened to you wasn't right, and all that they made you do wasn't your fault.," you stop briefly, trying to regain your composure even though all you wanted to do was cry with her., "Nothing you could say to me will change my mind. You, Natasha Romanoff, are one of a kind in the best ways possible. I've cherished every moment spent with you, and you are so much more than your body to me.," Natasha was overwhelmed with emotion as you spoke, pulling back from your chest, and slamming her lips to yours, desperately needing to feel you, and the comfort of your touch to go along with the words she always needed to hear.
After allowing her the chance to control the moment you eventually pulled back, offering her the softest smile you could muster while wiping away the tears that covered her face., "Being able to bare a child doesn't reflect your worth, but if down the line you're able to love one then I can see us going the distance.," she smiled at you so brightly that you couldn't fight the widening of your own smile., "The distance with you sounds like a dream come true Y/N."
A budding bubble of hope blanketed the both of you as you laid her down, and continued on to show her just how much you planned to love her right; to love her as she always deserved.
Natasha was overwhelmed by the warmth of your love, she smiled softly against your chest, very grateful she waited this long, because she doubts anyone else would've been as tender with her as you were., "I love you Y/N/N.," her whispered words caught you off guard, your hand having been rubbing soft circles into her exposed hip in comfort., "I love you too Natty."
Natasha, tired as she was, burrowed her face into your neck as you returned her feeling's without any doubt present in your voice. It took a lot for her to admit it, and it paid off; you mirrored her features as she smiled against your skin, before she began laying tired kisses to the bare skin in silent affection. Your hand never stopped moving comfortingly, and so it wasn't long before her kisses were replaced by soft puffs of air, and adorable little snores., "Goodnight my love, here's to our forever.," your heart skipped at the prospective future as your eyes fluttered shut; following in her lead.
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The warm sun splaying across your face in the late hours of the morning arose you from your deepest slumber. Without even opening your eyes you began to stretch out your sore body, the sounds of your bones cracking causing a knowing smile to overtake your face at the memories of the night before. Though it was quickly replaced by a deep frown when you rolled over, and realized the bed was empty.
Sitting up you took the blankets with you, preserving your modesty while you got your bearings. The bedside tables clock flashed 9:00am, and you had an idea for where your lover had ended up. Missing her led to you slipping out of the warm bed and into your ensuite, where you took a quick shower before you slowly made your way to the living room.
"Annabella, and Erin keep it down.," Natasha shushed the five year olds., "Mama's asleep., Your chest fluttered with affection at your wife's attempts to protect your slumber. Natasha might not have birthed the little redheads with the bright green eyes, but from the strikingly similar looks, down to their feisty nature, they were hers—through and through.
"Come again?," your teasing voice traveled throughout the living room, being followed up by a chorus of squeals as your daughters wasted no time rushing into your open arms., "Mama!! We missed you so much!," you pecked their little cheeks., "I missed you little gremlins so much more.," the girls giggled wildly in your hold as your fingers jabbed into their sides., "Mama, please stooooop.," Anabella whined, while Erin stuck to squirming in her protest.
Natasha watched you all from the kitchen, allowing her favorite couple of girls their moment with you before she could have hers. Her gaze was riddled with a mix of love, and impatience, because as much as she adored your mother persona, she much preferred your snuggly wife persona in the mornings., "Girls, go get cleaned up, and we can go to the park.," she clapped her hands together to emphasize her point, and the girls squirmed from your arms in a rush. Nat smirked at you in triumph, and you just rolled your eyes before opening your arms to her, and instantly exciting her.
"Yelena brought them back about an hour ago, I'm sorry we couldn't wake up together.," your wife's muffled grumbling flowed into your shirt, but you managed to catch the words, a soft chuckle leaving you at her clear contempt., "We couldn't get the forever babysitter deal?,"you gasped, humoring your apparently jilted lover., "The nerve of the girl, even after we watched Fanny for a whole three months earlier this year."
A dogs bark pulled your attention from the teasing nature, your wife stilled along with you., "Yeah, stupid Fury and his missions.," you chuckled at the fuller picture, then at the sound of nearby babbling you peaked into the kitchen to see your son sat in his high chair beating his cup into the sensory play mat on the tray., "Well that's one way to experiment with it buddy.," then as if the world didn't want to give Natasha a break, a loud noise erupted.
Natasha was reluctant to pull away from you, but she heard the booming noise upstairs, so after she groaned exaggeratedly into your chest she did so, pouting up at you until you got the hint. A hum of contentment left her as your lips pressed to hers so tenderly., "There's hot cakes on the counter for you, eat up hot stuff.," you snorted as you pulled away from the kiss, then you watched as her smirking form left to handle the chaotic girls, and you moved into the kitchen to eat, while cuddling with your smallest man., "Mommy's a silly goose. Isn't she Rico?," he babbled incoherently in your hold, but you could almost swear he said 'yeah'
Natasha met you in the car with the deviants, their somber expressions feigning remorse, but the mischief stirring around their eyes told you they weren't sorry in the slightest. As your wife joined you up front you looked to her, but the tight smile told you not to even ask, so you didn't. Her hand soon found yours, softly settling over it as it rested atop the gear shift, she'd been squeezing it in random successions of three as you drove, making you smile, and after a few times you'd flipped your hand over to link with hers., "I love you too.," conveyed in the simplest of gestures, your wife smiled over at you warmly, and thanked the heavens above that she let you in all those years ago.
She finally found her place in this world with the help of your unwavering love, and started this beautiful family. All of her dreams having come to fruition—well almost all of them., "Detka?," you hummed as you carefully pulled into the parking lot of the three story park., "Can we get a cat?," you snorted at the randomness, pulling your connected hands up to your lips to deposit a sweet kiss shortly after., "Whatever you want my love, you get.," truth be told you'd give Natasha anything she asked for, because no one in the world was more deserving in your eyes., "How about another baby then? Help to even us out."
Well, almost everything...
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Big Bad Wolf…
Dark!Natasha Romanoff x InnocentFem!R
Prompt: “Send me a photo, and I’ll write a fic about it 🤪” (sent by @mostlymarvelsstuff )
Warnings: Infatuation—Stalking, Alcohol/Drugging, Kidnapping.
Smut: Non-Con, R is a virgin, Mommy (N), Detka/Kotenok (R), Knife Play, Oral/Fingering (R), Strap—Cock warming, Degradation.
18+ | Minors DNI !!
Natasha's been watching you for awhile now. Prettiest little thing she'd ever seen really, the innocence you radiated was such a draw in. Every time she heard you giggling she just knew you'd be her perfect little baby, you were naturally sweet, and in turn easily corruptible.
Which is why she was irate whenever she saw you enter the bar she owned in your skimpy little outfits. Trading in your long, floral dresses for these overtly revealing outfits. That crowd you found yourself with was a group of rotten apples. Ruining you before she ever had her chance to, and she wasn't having it; nope.
You didn't know it yet, but you needed her.
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The moment Natasha watched you collecting your belongings she knew it was time to set her plan in motion. You'd been sipping on the long island iced tea that she mixed especially for you for an hour now, and it was infuriating how slow you were at polishing off the drink.
Natasha thanked the heavens that you were still her good girl deep down, because while your friends selfishly stuck around you took off so you could sleep properly for your classes.
"I'm heading out Bucky, close up the bar for me tonight," she tossed the burly man the keys, never once sparing the man a glance as she was too focused on following you out the doors.
The bar wasn't more than a block away from your dormitory, so just like always you began to make the trek home with your keys between your fingers, with pepper spray on the chain. That didn't matter much though when you began to stagger so much to the right you were practically walking towards potential traffic.
"Woah there honey, are you okay?" A familiar looking redhead caught you just as you were about to fall into the street, "'m okay," you did your best to smile at her, but in your state you couldn't tell that only half of your face moved, it'd honestly looked like you were having a stroke, but to placate you—her clueless, and far too trusting sweet girl, she softly smiled back.
"It looks like you had too much to drink kotenok," she gently swept the mess of hair from your face, then gently guided your head into her chest while her other arm slid under your legs so she could hold you bridal style.
Natasha's heart beat wildly at the thought of one day marrying you, it was a reality she was only moments away from reaching now that she finally broke you away from your miserable life so she could offer you the whole world.
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The following morning came with eery silence, but it was soon filled by the clanging of metal as you pointlessly pulled on your restraints, your muscles aching caused you to cry out. You're unsure how long you'd been made to stand here in you unconscious state, but it was likely long with how easily the pain brought you to tears. Light sobs left you, pulling the pleased attention of your kidnapper to you.
"Now, now darling—don't hurt my feelings," Natasha called out from the shadowed corner she'd been patiently sat in. It'd taken you an entire eight hours to find your way out of the drug induced darkness you were plunged into.
"W-who are you?"
"Natasha," she answered sparingly, it wasn't much, but it was all she was willing to offer.
"W-why did you lock me up?" you sounded so small, entirely helpless, and that filled Natasha with an almost carnal need to brutally destroy you, "I thought you were there to save me..."
Natasha was honestly impressed, you were the only one of her captives to ever remember the twisted moment of fate. Where she ensnared you into her intricate web of diluted dreams, and brought you to her soundproof basement.
"Please, I—," you nervously went to ask more in wake of her silence, but she was now stood before you with her slender finger pressed to your trembling lips, "No more questions."
Once she could see the fight simmering in your eyes she lowered her finger, then much to your further discomfort she nuzzled her nose into yours, "I did save you baby, the world is a scary place, you're just too precious to be made to face it alone," she sloppily pushed her lips into yours for a kiss you didn't want to reciprocate.
It was only when she ran the tip of her blade down your body that she was able to control the moment, digging into the material of your top until you felt it digging into your skin. Natasha took advantage of your gasping, her tongue slid over yours with an eagerness to rival that of a toddler set free in a candy store.
Unfortunately for you, it seemed that the way that her blade continued to tear your clothing apart, while her tongue unashamedly explored your mouth turned you on in a desperate way. Never in your life had you been touched by another, you'd been saving yourself for that special someone, but it seems out of reach now.
And oddly enough, you were fine with that.
Not only did some minuet part of you being driven by intense bouts of lust want her to continue marking and harshly groping you the way she was, but your body actually needed it. Natasha smirked against your cheek, you were panting affectedly, and your hips were moving in the same manner as they bucked into hers.
"Oh my, see what I mean baby?" she stared at you in awe, pupils blown wide and wearing a smirk that could only translate into trouble, "I've just taken you hostage, and look, your slutty pussy is begging for me to fill it up."
To emphasize her words she lifted your skirt, and used her knife to haphazardly cut the thin material from your body. A pang of arousal shot straight through your body when you watched as the woman held your panties up to her face, the sparse light in the room proving just how wet you'd become in only seconds, and you felt yourself dripping freely as you watched Natasha lick your essence off them.
"Fuck kotenok, you're too delicious for your own good, I'm going to devour you whole."
Seeing the way she looked at you, as if you were her defenseless prey—you believed her wholly, because the truth was clear as day, you were defenseless against her in every possible sense.
"Tell me kotenok," she whispered hotly against your tense jaw as she deposited teasing nibbles to the skin, her hand also teased your folds, and "What do you want?"
"I-I," you looked down in clear shame, your hands balled up into tight fists, the skin now taut around your knuckles, and you squeezed so tightly that your joints popped, and at the sight of you doing so it filled the redhead with uncontainable glee. She'd always suspected, but more so hoped, that you'd be pure, and with how desperately your clit twitched at the simplest stroke she knew you were a virgin.
"Shh, it's okay detka," her lips lightly suctioned over your pulse point, causing you to moan in a mix of shock and pleasure, your hips wildly bucked into her hand, and she smirked against your skin, "Mommy will take good care of you."
Natasha dropped to her knees, "Oh fuck, you smell divine baby, can't wait to drink your sweet nectar straight from the source," she teasingly licked a strip up your slit, groaning in sync with you as pleasure overran you, and your taste temporarily melted her cognition.
A whimper left your lips a second later as your knees buckled at the sensation of the redhead between your thighs, and in a show of mercy she lifted your leg over her, opening you up even more for her enjoyment, and saving you from permanent damage to your shoulders.
Natasha was relentless with her ministrations, this wasn't a tender first time, but instead a mission for her to bring you to ecstasy for the first time in your life, to show you that you'll never need anyone besides her to get you here. Her expert tongue swirled around your entrance a few times before it dove into you.
"Fuck, oh my gosh, wh-what...," your hazy mind tried to make sense of just how good you were feeling, but as she harshly sucked your clit between her lips while entering you with one finger there was nothing more to understand.
Inexperienced as you were, you could tell that your pussy gripping onto her finger was a sign that she nearly had you tipping over the edge of a bliss you were desperate to reach. Sloppily as ever your hips flailed as she now thrusted three fingers into your greedy cunt, "You're such a slut Y/N, this pussy has yet to be touched but still, look at the way you're moving with me."
"Mommy, it feels so good," you practically shouted, causing her to chuckle against you, which only added to your pleasure, making you even more desperate as you bucked down.
"You were born to wrap around my fingers," she groans against your clit as your walls all of a suddenly clung to her, in a matter of mere seconds your orgasm overtook your body, and you screamed out a slurry of profanities as your back arched off the wall and your body shook.
Natasha slowly stood up, her fingers still deep inside of you as her other hand sought to free you as her lips softly pressed over the entirety of your glistening face as you came down.
With a gentle care she removed herself from within you, carrying you over to the bed she settled you down, then she finally stripped herself of her clothing. Eyes of a green flashed with a devious glint when the strap fell loose, she stroked it as if it were real as her eyes took in your slightly snoring form. With expected ease she slipped right on into you, your slick now coating her thighs as she bottomed out.
Natasha wanted nothing more than to rail you into the mattress, but she wanted you awake for such an experience, so she'll settle for a good old fashioned cock warming until later.
In your exhausted state you leaned into her comforting embrace, your sweet nature leading you to go against the very grain of rationality. All the alarm bells in your mind had been temporarily snoozed. Natasha knew it would take time to break you in fully, in the morning she anticipates you cowering away, so she held you even tighter to her chest, and watched as you slept peacefully. Not a single line of worry present on your face, as if you want to be here.
Deep down she knew you did... Girls like you need someone telling you how to live, to keep you safe, or else you will eventually wind up in the bed of some deviant. Natasha could never have lived with herself if you had met such a fate, but fortunately she saved you just in time.
"Goodnight kotenok," she placed a kiss to your hairline, then settled into the mattress with a dopey smile as she imagined the future; she was more than excited for the journey ahead.
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Liho to the Rescue
Natasha Romanoff x “Dr. DooLittle” Fem!R
Warnings: R was a Hydra captive.
A cute lil blurb I wrote in a moment of TikTok filter inspiration during my break.
The Avengers were honestly perplexed by you, they’d yet to get much of anything out of you on as to why you were in a Hydra cell, but the longer they observed you in one of their own they were slowly realizing you weren’t a threat.
Everyday without fail you’d wake up smiling, you’d write thoughtfully in the journal Wanda gave to you after you politely asked for it during what was meant to be an interrogation, then you’d partake in a detailed yoga routine before indulging in the served up breakfast.
One of them would bring you the food, usually Wanda as she wanted to see if you enjoyed it. But on the occasion you’d be met with the ever so stoic Black Widow, you’d heard about her in the time you spent held captive by Hydra, but upon meeting her you found yourself relaxed.
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Nothing about her really scared you, every time she tried to intimidate you in the interrogation process all you’d ever do is softly smile at her. It left her infuriated, but in the same turn rather curious, usually the soft ones like you were the easiest to break, so she believed you might’ve had something dark to hide. Just to change her tune every time she was in charge of observing you through the monitors, you were just so docile, and incredibly kind when anyone would stop by your cell for any reason.
There was just something innately soft about Natasha that left you feeling safe in her presence, like no matter how hard she tried to scare you, you knew she wasn’t going to harm you. Behind all of the steel walls she put up you could tell she loved curling up beside the fireplace with a book the same way you once did before your life was stolen from you.
Today was a bit different than normal though, you woke with a start at 6am when alarms began to sound all throughout the compound. Your normal smile was wiped away as fear held you in its grasp, the idea that Hydra had shown up to take you back left you petrified. Now, if you knew the truth you’d probably laugh, but in the moment all you can do is sob into your knees and hope your fears were unfounded.
Natasha had been left in charge of you today, Wanda grimaced at the thought of leaving her in the kitchen, but the mission today required her powers, and someone had to stay with you. Most of the team voted for the widow because they could tell she had a soft spot for you, the same way you showed a liking to her, and that’s how she found herself in the kitchen burning the eggs and toast she wanted to serve you.
The third party in the mix is where things get interesting though, Natasha had been in such distress over having to be alone with your life in her hands that she left her bedroom door ajar. A mischievous pair of green eyes sparked at the opportunity, and within seconds of her departure her dark as night feline made a break for it, and stealthily hid in the shadows.
“This place is freezing.”
The hair on the back of your neck stood up at the voice intruding in your mind, it was oddly deep, and you were about ready to jump into a fighting stance until you locked eyes with a cat.
“Ooh a girl, this must be who Natasha talks about every single night, she is indeed pretty.”
“Thank you.,” you replied to the cat, and you giggled when his back arched protectively., “I’m more than my looks kitty.,” you winked, then lowered yourself besides the glass near the cat., “I am also blessed with the ability to hear your unfiltered thoughts, and to reply.”
“That’s odd.,” he mused, and you only nodded., “Well, I’m Liho Romanoff, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.,” you smiled., “Y/N”
“Did you set off those alarms?,” Liho tilted his head in offense., “Absolutely not, she doesn’t even know I’m out.,” you bit back a laugh, of course the spy has a equally as stealthy cat as a pet., “That’s the fire alarm, she was left to cook for you, promise me you won’t touch it please.”
“Noted.,” you snorted, then in a moment of dangerous curiosity you pressed the door of your cell and it opened, but all you did was usher the cat in before resealing the big door.
“So, Natasha talks about me, hm?,” you wore a hopeful smile, and Liho glared, and trotted over to you. He meowed so loudly you could feel his frustration reverberating against the glass., “Talks? God, she never shuts up about the mystery that is you.,” he settles onto your chest and stares down at you for pure clarity.
“One second it’s ‘you’re the prettiest girl she’s ever seen’, then next it’s ‘What’s she hiding?,’ oh and her favorite is, ‘She’s so beautiful, think I can run away with her?’,” the feline plopped down dramatically., “It’s truly exhausting.”
“Oh, I bet.,” you chuckled, then before he could get annoyed like you perceived he would you began to pet him, eliciting the purring of appreciation to commence., “Tell me more.”
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Natasha resorted to ordering from a local cafe after she saw the charred remains of your food. No way would she attempt to cook again, not when you would’ve been expecting breakfast any minute now. She knew how much you enjoyed them, so she got you an apple danish, and a hazelnut coffee with almond milk to placate your sensitive tummy. For herself she got a cherry danish, and a simple black coffee, then she got hash brown rounds for the both of you to share, then she happily made her way down to the holding cells with the food.
The bag nearly hit the floor though when she heard you cackling unabashedly, she settled the items down in the hallway, then she lifted her gun up and charged the rest of the way into the room to find you conversing with her cat.
“No way!,” you cackled even harder, completely unaware of the gorgeous green eyes staring at you in bewilderment., “You’re joking right?”
“Who?”
“Oh no.,” you grumbled to the feline who tried to calm you down by nuzzling into your chest., “Just tell her the truth, she’ll believe you.”
“Who are you talking to Y/L/N?,” she lowered her gun, but she still felt rather uneasy as she entered your cell to see her cat in your arms.
“Liho.”
Natasha’s face scrunched in confusion, there was no reason you’d know his name if not for being a super powered spy. More to her point she’s not sure why you’ve got her cat to begin with, was this some sort of twisted ruse?
“What’s your game here, huh?,” noticing her hostile demeanor you settled Liho down onto your bed, instantly to regret it as she slammed your body into the glass of your cell right after., “How did he get in here? How do you know his name? What the hell is your devious secret?!”
“Your inability to cook led to the safety features of the cell kicking in, so I opened it to let him in.,” you struggled to get out with a grimace as she held you so tightly it was hard to speak., “He told me his name; that’s my damn secret.”
“What?,” she let you go, the truth was evident in your eyes, but she was beyond shocked. Why the hell would Hydra want powers like that, and more importantly, why wouldn’t you clear your name and tell the simple, harmless truth.
“Why were you with Hydra then?,” she began to pace the tiny cell, and you sat down with her cat, and while scratching behind his ears you decided it was about time to just be honest.
“They kidnapped me when I was eighteen, I was headed to another state for university, but instead I ended up in another country as their captive.,” you pulled Liho in for comfort., “I was born this way, my small town knew me as the animal whisperer, and Hydra caught wind of it and thought they could make it devious.”
“But you wouldn’t give in?,” she reasoned, and you nodded., “There wasn’t much I could do anyways, I talk to animals, not control them.”
“Why didn’t you just come clean?,” she was kneeling before you now, hopeful to catch your gaze, and her heart stuttered when she found she’d made you cry., “It was safer to pretend I was a threat. I can’t defend myself against them if they come back for me Natasha, and they will because they wanted to control the apex predators of today, and in turn me.”
Natasha giggled inappropriately., “Sweetheart, nobody saw you as a threat.,” her hand settled over yours., “But I understand you now, and I promise that you’re safe with us, no one will ever touch you harmfully again, I promise.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“I’ll protect you.,” her eyes sparkled with truth, and her uncharacteristically soft smile directed at you made you swoon internally, but you still felt an urge to tease her., “By kidnapping me?,” her eyes narrowed as her gaze dropped to the cat in your lap., “You traitorous little shit!”
“You now owe me a can of tuna.,” Liho glared up at you, then before Natasha could enact her revenge he was darting across the cell, and she didn’t even attempt to chase him out of there.
“What else did he say?!”
You giggled, then much to her disappointment you mimicked a zipper on your lips, and she was aghast that your loyalty was to her feline.
“Come on.,” her hand was extended out for yours, your brows quirked, and she giggled., “You’re truly so adorable Y/N, now let’s go.”
“Where?,” you accepted her hand regardless of an answer and she spun you into her body., “Our room.,” you smiled widely., “I’m pretty sure this constitutes kidnapping Natasha.”
She shrugged with a smirk., “Fine by me.”
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Wrong Choice …
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
This is my honest approach to the jealousy trope, because if it was IRL, I’d like to think a lot of us would just be insecure, and far less brazen. (Not that I don’t love a good jealous / smutty coupling)
Warnings: Jealousy, Fighting, Mean words muttered in anger, Injured reader, poor communication. Insecurities: •Natasha—Fear of abandonment | •Reader—Fear of being cheated on (again) / Used
18+ | Minors DNI |
Smut: Daddy(R), Good Girl (N), ‘Oral’(N-Sucking off a strap/getting throat fucked), Riding (N-Strap), Nipple stimulation (N), Teasing(N/R), lightweight Subby Natty. Kinks: Bulge, Degradation, Cock warming. (This wasn’t even supposed to happen, this was going to be smutless)
Natasha Romanoff is an absolute flirt, it's a well established notion around the compound, her smirk alone had the potential to inspire a room full of sexual tension. It’s not entirely her fault, it's been engrained in her psyche from all her forced training that it's now just apart of her daily banter. Her particular skillset was how she eventually won you over, and after making things official with her over a year ago you'd thought all the flirting would stop with you, but boy were you completely wrong.
Standing in a corner of the tower with your cosmo in hand you were silently seething. Across the way was a sight you'd never wanted to see, but no matter how hard you tried to look away you just couldn't bring yourself to. There stood Natasha, the love of your life, with her hands on the sizable bicep of none other than Bucky—her former booty call, and it all made you feel incredibly small, as if you weren't enough for her anymore, or maybe it was that you simply never were.
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When she asked you out you thought you were the luckiest girl alive, but now you realize you were holding onto a childish hope with her. Natasha was beyond gorgeous, and could have anyone she wanted, but she'd settled for you. Maybe this was her finally realizing that, and breaking up with you just slipped her mind, or better yet, maybe this was her way of doing it. Insecurities plagued your mind, your previous 'this is what you deserve,' and the 'you'll never find someone willing to stay,' mantras ringing throughout your head on a continual loop.
A stream of tears falls down your cheeks before you could stop them, memories of your last two relationships coming back in flashes, hitting you like a freight train, and the idea that it could be happening all over again made your stomach twist into unbearable knots. It hurt twice as bad since she knew all about your most recent previous relationship with Sharon; just enough to know that the woman was an asshole who took advantage of your never ending well of kindness, and that she deserved to disappear off the face of the Earth for ever making you cry like she always managed to do.
Your phone buzzing pulled you from your short lived pity party when it was Fury's name flashing across your screen., "Agent Y/L/N, care to assist Commander Hill on a mission tonight? I'm aware there's a party, but I'd —." The poor guy couldn't even finish his thoughts, "I'm on my way.," your voice dangerous as your feet carry you out of the tower and to your car; Natasha can surely find her own ride home, or better yet she can stay with Bucky, ride him for all you care and leave your apartment empty.
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Natasha was holding the pose perfectly, the subtle, but not really subtle touch of the arm, paired with the exaggerated laughter, and the inappropriate amount of side boob on display. If she played her cards right you'd be ripping her from the soldier, and out of the party in no time to remind her just where she belongs; Beneath you, as your tongue was relentless with its attacks on her, the thought alone had her soaking through her undergarments.
Bucky however takes notice of you, he began to shake her off, "Natasha, your girlfriend looks hurt.," his heart stuttering at the sight of your clearly distorted face. "The whole point is to make them jealous! Steve's glaring daggers into my back right now, and Y/N's—." Bucky interrupts her, "Leaving..."
Natasha turns around so fast the soldier's metal arm has to catch her so that she doesn't wind up eating shit. The glimpse of your wet cheeks telling her she royally fucked up here, "No, why is she crying? I, this wasn't supposed to happen.," she looks to the soldier for clarity, "Natasha, do you not know the hell she's been through? Honestly, I never should've indulged in your silly game because now she's hurting. Sharon cheated on her in her own apartment, and Maritza did that and then some to the poor girl, and now here we are playing an immature game of jealousy to have a steamy night."
Natasha's already running as Bucky airs his grievances, grabbing her coat from the hanger and charging out of the thick doors just in time to hear tires screech, and to see your brake lights as you tear out of the compound lot. Natasha's anxiety was through the roof, she wasn't even considering the prospect of a negative reaction, but fuck did she feel stupid now after the full picture was before her.
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Natasha has been unavailable to the world, every phone call ignored, and though most can figure out where she is, they know better than to just show up at your apartment and get her. It had been a week since she last saw you, even longer since she got to hold you or to feel your lips due to just returning from her own mission, and her already fragile heart was breaking more and more everyday. Nobody knew where you went, and if they did they surely weren't telling her, so she'd taken up a permanent residence on your couch. Marvin your calico appreciated the company, or at least he did up until she began to use him as a living tissue for her nonstop well of tears.
It was about 2pm on a Friday when she heard keys jangling in the door, her eyes widening at the state of herself, and the surrounding mess taking over the living room of the apartment. Food wrappers of all kinds covered the coffee table next to her gallon of water, she smiled goofily at the thought of you being proud of her for staying hydrated, but then reality sunk back in, and she remembered how hurt you looked when you left without a word that night.
When the door finally creaked open she stood up from her permanently molded spot on your couch, taking in a steadying breath as she was anticipating seeing your face as it rounded the corner., "Sestra, Jeez, you look like the shit!," The redhead's shoulders deflated at the sight of Yelena, and she wondered if this was your way of breaking the news to her that you weren't ever coming back, and though she tried to fight it off she began to hyperventilate to the thought of you never returning to her.
Dreams were not much of a factor for her previously, but something about the way you smiled at her inspired her to live life like it was hers for the taking, and with you she soon realized it genuinely was. Life with you was everything she had ever wanted, and more ; even without discussing the future in too much detail in fear of rushing you, or coming off too strong she knew she wanted you there for every possible milestone there was to come.
Every first that ever counted to her was with you, no one had ever taken such care with her before, and though you weren't her first, you were the first person to make love to her. You'd reassured her when she hesitated that there was no rush, and you stayed true to your words as you took your time cherishing her. Every other encounter she has ever had was rough, and rushed as they used her for their own selfish needs then left come morning. She'd burst into tears about halfway through, you were nothing if not gentle, and it was then that she knew she was safe with you.
Something as mundane as having her morning coffee became an adventure for her; the both of you dancing around the other in the kitchen, sharing soft touches, and stealing glances while preparing for your separate days full of work. The morning routine almost always ended the same, you would be sat on the counter with Natasha stood in between your legs, your face in her hands as she slowly made out with you until the very last possible second, sometimes she'd even rationalized being late for just a few more minutes with you.
Silence had always been something that really bothered her, countless nights chained to a bed in the red-room where all she could hear were the leaky pipes, squeaks of mice, and cries of her fellow widows enough to make her wary. Then she came to learn over time that it was something you needed after a long day of work; you'd be tending to your shrubbery while she lounged on your soft recliner with a good book. No words were spoken, but the silence wasn't terrifying with you, the atmosphere was warm, and beyond welcoming; Marvin's purrs, pages shifting, and water trickling would be the only thing heard throughout the hour, and it never ceased to calm her chronically frantic mind.
You were her calm in every storm.
Everyone who was supposed to protect her, and to love her had left her behind like it was the easiest thing to do, and it was always a sore spot for her; that's why it took her three years to let you in, and now she's faced with losing you in much the same way, and she can't do it. What hurts her the most though is knowing it would've been her fault this time; that her sunshine was actually gone all because she was trying to spice up an already amazing enough sex life by means of pointless jealousy.
Yelena watched her sister collapse to the floor, of course she knew why, and though it hurt to see her so visibly broken she also struggled to find any sympathy for the redhead. Still, she lowered herself to the floor and held her close while her body violently shook with sobs., "Lena, where is she?! I-I want to tell her I'm sorry, it was all so stupid, and now she's gone.," Yelena hummed in acknowledgment, one hand on her sister's back as she traced calming circles while her other was extending out to reach for your baby cactus., "Da sestra, you are indeed very stupid, she'll come back, but that doesn't mean you deserve her forgiveness."
Natasha sobbed even louder at the harsh truth her sister unleashed, and Yelena slowly moved the cactus beneath her sister's cheek in a sly attempt to do as you'd asked of her., "I know, but—.," Natasha paused as something harsh brushed against her face., "Lena, what the hell are you doing?," Yelena looked at her sister as if it was the most obvious thing., "Y/N asked me to come over to refill Marvin's automatic feeder, and to water the plants, so since you were crying so many of the rivers I thought I'd kill two pigs, with the one pebble."
Natasha blinks away the remaining tears, her sisters words turning her off from her own grief., "So she has access to her phone then?," the question slips out and Yelena simply nods, always having refused to lie to either one of you for the other, regardless of the circumstances.
Natasha laughs, the short and bitter rumbling in her chest a bit of a shock to the blonde., "So, instead of facing me she's hiding? Leaving me to cry myself to sleep every night without even a text to let me know she's alive?!" Yelena was quick to stand as her sisters anger festered, moving around your apartment rather quickly in an attempt to avoid her sister's wrath, but it wasn't working,, "I can't fucking believe her! She didn't even talk to me about it! She just ran off like a big fucking baby, that's it, I'm dating an actual child.. When did that happen?! Maybe this was a sign, yeah? That nothing good is ever meant to last, and I should just put an end to the misery now."
Yelena dropped the bag of kibbles onto the floor much to Marvin's delight, in three quick strides she was face to face with her sister, and though her face was neutral she was pissed., "No Natalia, you don't get to be mad here, you tried to make the already insecure woman jealous, and it's not like it was a random floozy, no, it was your ex fuck buddy Bucky Barnes.," Yelena's hands were gripping onto her sister's shoulders tightly, shaking her with every word.
"Running was her defense mechanism, it's called fight or flight, and you triggered it by bringing back up her falsehoods of never being enough.," Natasha shook out of the hold and fell back onto the couch in a shamed silence., "Do you know how many nights I had held her trembling body after Sharon and Maritza?," Yelena was crying herself as she recalled it all, "Then I put all my trust in you to take care of her heart, and somehow after a year of success you just fucked it all up, then have the nerve to act like the jilted party here because she's taking her time with forgiving you."
Natasha just looks up at her sister as if she were a wounded puppy, and the blonde sighs., "If anything you should be proud of her Nat, because the old Y/N would've come running back to you without a single doubt, and I would have resented you for it had you let her do it." The redhead nods, and settles her cheek atop of her bent knees, eyes returning to the TV once more and the blonde takes that as her sign to go, leaving with a kiss to her forehead, and a text message sent to you.
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*Go home, and either fix this or set her free.*
It's not that you didn't want to go home, because you missed your own bed like crazy. It's that you felt like an idiot for just running out, and accepting a mission in a fit of anger. You'd been completely off your game, and Maria wound up having you replaced after the third day when you took a bullet to the left shoulder that left you incapable of helping.
Being in the shield medical wing in a foreign country left you with a lot of time to think, and to read all of Natasha's hundreds of messages where you were able to not only see, but feel the desperation as it jumped off of the screen and settled into your cracked open heart. Regardless of her thoughtless flirting, you felt inclined to forgive her as it didn't take you much reading to realize her true intentions. You'd refused to have the conversation over text though, because so much gets lost through digital communication, and you wouldn't want anything else to go wrong.
Fortunately for the sake of your relationship Maria promised she'd pick you up today, the mission proving rather successful even with your hiccup, and you were relieved for that. The relief was short lived as the next wave of anxiety rolled through you, and it was directly linked to having to face Natasha after a week of inexplicable silence, Yelena's text didn't help you to stay calm, nor did watching the angry footage from your home security cameras.
Nonetheless, you loaded into the jet with a nervous smile on your face, and spent the entire three hours in the air going over what you should say. Much to Maria's dismay too as she was forced to play the role of a soundboard. When she was shoving you out of the jet faster than you could unbuckle with the excuse of mission reports you were chuckling, then for the fun of it all, or to simply call her bluff you texted Fury 'You're welcome for the increased productivity, expect Hill's reports by 5pm.,' You knew how much the commander hated all the paperwork, her usual excuses were actually pretty funny but you felt she deserved this slight for being so pushy.
The uplifted mood was short lived when you climbed into your car, excruciating jolts of pain radiated all throughout your body as you were forced to use your shoulder to drive around, but once you got settled on the road the pain had faded. It just couldn't compete with your stuttering heart the closer you got to your apartment. You'd taken the long way to give yourself time to calm down, even stopping off for a quality bottle of vodka and loads of snacks in preparation for the hypothesized long night.
Entering your own place had never been a point of stress before—come to think of it, neither had talking to your beautiful redhead. This is the first official form of dissension to ever arise in your otherwise solid relationship. Sure, you've definitely had arguments over the little thing; like cleaning up after oneself, or Marvin's diet, but it always ended the same—with cuddles and laughter as Natasha would grumble that her bra does indeed belong on the coat rack, and you'd reluctantly concede that five pieces of salami as a treat for 'being adorable,' was a bit much for the lazy feline.
The both of you were insanely stubborn, opinionated women who took their time in falling but subsequently loved really hard. Which really only leaves room for two routes, this will either be resolved instantaneously or it will become a heated blowout, and you just hope that if it's the latter that it doesn't mean everything is coming to an end, because now that the anger had faded you couldn't seem to imagine your life without the woman.
She was the woman of your dreams after all.
After shaking out some nerves you steadily put the key into the knob, quietly opened the door, then nearly collapsed at the sight of your space. A week, in seven days time she'd managed to make it a filthy mess, it was rather impressive. Funny too, because nobody else knew that she was a slob, her record for being all put together would crumble if you just sent Tony a picture. Shaking your head of the deadly idea you move in to pet an impatient Marvin behind the ears, then peer into the living room to see Natasha.
She was sleeping, you'd say peacefully but the tear stained cheeks, and body tremors gave way to the truth that she was in total misery. Settling your items onto the counter you pulled down two shot glasses in preparation then left it all on the counter so you could approach the love of your life without needing booze first., "Tasha...," she shifted, even grumbled some, but she remained asleep., "Honey, I need you to wake up, I think it's about time we talked."
Natasha was deep in a nightmare, one where you had that exact talk, and it wasn't anywhere close to as sweet as you're trying to be. It was an all out screaming match, and your words were haunting: 'A natural heartbreaker, you don't deserve me, and more to the point you're unlovable.,' 'You're just the common man's whore Natalia, always eager to please, a total fucking slut.,' 'Hope whoring yourself out was worth it Nat, because you've lost me for good.'
Your last words being, 'Get out, and never come back, you're no longer welcome here!,' was what officially did her in.
The phrases were so unlike you, deep down she even knew it was a horrid dream, but she just couldn't bring herself out of it, nor could she stop herself from believing every single word. How could she when they were her own thoughts being projected at her by your form? In real time her body was violently shaking, tears dripped down her face as she whimpered vaguely audible pleas, 'No. Please...,' The sight of her so broken was beyond devastating, and guilt began to gnaw at you for ever thinking silence was the best remedy to the situation.
Sadly your soft approach wasn't working, no amount of light shaking or whispered comfort brought her out of it, so in a desperate attempt to awaken her you slapped her across the face. Her reddened cheek only deepened at the sheer force you used, and in a perfect display of karma you were laid out on the floor with how abruptly she sat up; wincing as your shoulder took the brunt of the impact, and groaning as it consequently throbbed. Natasha's bleary eyes downcast to your pained form on the floor, and without much thought she jumped on you, only furthering your pain, but this time you did your best to mask it in favor of comforting her.
No words were said while you laid on the hardwood floor, holding tightly to Natasha's sobbing form all while whispering reassurances to the clearly distressed Avenger., "It's okay...," "You're going to be alright honey, I got you...," "It wasn't real, this is real, can you feel that? Whatever you saw it was a lie, your brain was tricking you, please, come back to me love.," With each soft phrase her body began to relax, her sobs faded into sniffles, and she somehow nuzzled even further into your chest for the much needed comfort.
Once you felt she was calm enough you decided now was a great time as any to cut the silence., "I'm so sorry for leaving honey, it's no excuse but something broke in me when I saw you and Bucky so close together. It was like all those years where I silently pined after you, where you had always kept me at an arms length, but now that I finally had you the idea that you were bored already really twisted me up.," While you sighed you felt her body tense., "Your messages told me quickly that I had read too far into things, but it didn't change how it made me feel, just made me regret my actions. It was too late to come back though, I'd been in Italy, stuck in their medbay...,"
Natasha cut off your speech with how quickly she lifted her head to peer down at you, lip trembling when she saw the fading scratches on your face, and her hands began to roam before you quickly cut their search off with a gentle grabbing of her wrists., "Angel, I'm okay now, please just let me finish up my thoughts.," Natasha melted into you again as you kissed her wrists, her willingness to fight at an all time low., "I really didn't know how to respond, and texting just felt so cheap, and a call impersonal. Now though, I realize even a simple text of 'Talk soon love.,' would have brought you some peace of mind, and I'm sorry I deprived you of that. I know that you're sorry too, I forgive you Natty, and I hope that you can forgive me too."
A loud sob broke from her chest at your words, your readiness to forgive her was both a relief and a stab to the gut as she felt undeserving. Her eyes shone with the various emotions as she pulled back to gaze into your honest pair. Her gaze fell to your lips for a millisecond, and you caught the longing in her eyes, so without anymore words you raised your hands up to cup her cheeks, wiping away her tears as you warmly smiled up at her before settling them behind her neck, and pulling her in for the kiss you'd both desperately needed all week long.
Natasha whimpers at the feel of your soft lips on hers, eagerly parting them as soon as your tongue had swiped across her lower lip, and she moaned once your tongue slid across hers. Her hands reflexively curled around and pulled at the hem of your shirt, causing you to pull back with a breathless chuckle as she moves to chase your lips,. "Baby, either you want my lips or you want my shirt off, now make a choice.," she narrows her eyes at you and softly huffs, but she leans back to allow you room to sit up.
Her hands return to the bottom of your shirt as soon as you're upright, then everything stops when she pulls it over your head and though you tried to hide it, it was of no use as she hears the shallow breath you take in, her eyes fall from your face to your stitched shoulder. Fresh hot tears immediately return to her eyes, and you see as the guilt washes right over her., "Natty, I'm fine, it's just an itty bitty scratch.," Her shaky fingers traced over the surface of the clear bandage, and her lip began to tremble.
"It's my fault...," her croaky voice gave way to just how little she'd actually used it, and just how much she'd been crying, your heart was back to aching as you gripped her chin to bring her eyes back to yours as you spoke., "No!" Natasha went to rebut but the stern look in your eyes told her it was pointless, and you were grateful to her easy submission.
"It's not your fault Tasha.," you reassured her as you moved to kiss her cheek., "I'm okay.," her tears falling into the bow of your lip, and you continue to whisper the words, oscillating between her cheeks until she ceases to cry., "This was a miscalculation, and it was mine.," you conclude, then with your hold on her back you pull her back in to pick the mood back up, and to cut her many contradicting thoughts off.
Natasha squeals as you suddenly use your arm to then hoist her over your good shoulder, she dangles freely as you get to your feet. Emerald eyes full of wonder are glued to your backside, and her hands almost move of their own accord as they joyously squeeze at your covered asset, "Hey!," your nervous hearts settles when she only giggles at your weak warning shake, and just simply continues to knead at your ass.
The atmosphere in the room shifts when you toss her onto your bed, her eyes shamelessly trail down your exposed torso, and they only widen when she notices the bonus appendage poking out against the fabric of your pants. Once her eyes finally trail back up they find your blown out ones staring back, but your expression is starkly different, almost stern., "Let's discuss the real problem shall we?"
She quirks her brow at you, but regardless of the overall confusion she nods desperately, hopeful that if she was compliant that you'd give it to her., "Well, my sweet girl needed my cock, I was too clueless to see it was all just a cry for my attention...," Natasha had to fight the scowl that tried to consume her face, even if you were telling the unfiltered truth, all this teasing about it still promptly annoyed her., "Funny too, because all you had to do was ask. I'd wanted to fuck you the moment you got back, but then you were ushering me off to Stark's fiftieth gala of the year with silly plans of your own, because sometimes my sweet girl only thinks with her needy pussy huh?"
As if on cue Natasha's thighs are rubbing in search of friction, your hands were quick to throw them back open, as you settled your leg in between to prevent further disobedience., "I'm not into the whole jealousy thing, I don't need it to handle you properly...," you mused, and Natasha gulps when your hands shove her down by her shoulders so that she's flat and beneath you as you are now hovering over her.
"Tell me though baby, who do you belong to? Seems you might've needed the refresher." Your name dies in her throat when you sink your teeth into her neck, you lick over the mark to soothe the irritated skin then lowly chuckle, "I'm sorry love, I didn't quite catch that, wanna repeat it for me?," Natasha glares up at your now smirking face, but your quirked brow in warning has her smoothing out her features just as fast., "I'm all yours daddy... Mind, body, heart, soul... Every piece of me belongs to you."
Your heart wholeheartedly warms at her honest words, but you keep your face teasing as the title she used fuels your lust ridden mind., "Daddy's girl can be so smart sometimes..." you tease, rolling the covered bulge against her for emphasis on your intentions, and it proves to work well when her hands fist at the sheets., "Tell daddy what you want baby, seems you're finally learning how to properly communicate."
Everything about the moment is overwhelming for the redhead; the way you're speaking to her has her mind and panties a wholly mess, all of your subtle touches prove to be too much, but in the same turn they're somehow not enough, and it's left her to squirm about as she tries her hardest to formulate words since you are willfully ignoring her bodies obvious answer., "I-I.," she swallows thickly when looking into your blackened eyes, all the color muffled by the lust coursing through you., "I need you to be inside me, please, just fuck me daddy..."
Natasha whines as you teasingly chuckle, her eyes tracking your every move, you lean into her, lips ghosting over hers while maintaining steady eye contact with the absolute beauty., “Suck daddy off baby, get my cock ready for your pretty pussy, then I’ll let you ride me.,” Natasha wastes absolutely no time, she surges forward to attach her lips to yours, and her hands wrap around you to flip your positions. Gentle as can be too, she makes sure that when your body slams into the mattress that your shoulder isn’t affected, and as she pulls you both into a sitting position she manages to prop an abundance of pillows behind you so that you’re not straining your muscles.
The care she shows you even in the heat of the moment has your heart swelling two sizes, but when watching her slip onto the floor with your sweats so smoothly you’re back in the moment. Natasha smirks up at you with her bottom lip caught between her teeth while her hand toys around with your strap, playing up the act of jerking you off, and you groan as she pushes down, causing the harness to rub you just right. Natasha’s eyes remain locked on yours as she runs her tongue over the tip teasingly, and you give her the silly moment, enjoying the little play for power, but you both know it’s all yours.
“Such a silly girl, you do know it’s only you who suffers right? Tease me all you want baby, but that just means it’ll be ages until I fuck you.,” You laugh out mockingly, settling even further into your pillows while watching her eyes widen with the realization, and you wink when she gives in, wrapping her lips around the tip and begins to bob up and down the faux shaft., “Such a good fucking girl, you look so hot when you’re on your knees for me.,” her loud gags every time that you jut your hips upwards aides you on your journey towards your release.
Natasha mewls when you take over for her, a hand tightly gripping her by her hair, and you relentlessly slam her head down while your hips ruthlessly fuck the strap down her throat. The sight of her at your complete mercy has you reaching your peak with a loud groan after only a few more harsh thrusts. Your hand slips from her matted hair, and Natasha slowly pulls herself off the dildo with a loud pop, a trail of spit keeping her connected to you until she’s leaning back all the way, her ass settling on her heels while she works on catching her breath.
She watches you through hooded eyes as you do much in the same, recovering from your glorious high, and just the sight of you in a blissed out state had her squirming excitedly for her promised reward. She can feel just how affected she is by your domineering actions, her slick actively dripping down her thighs and onto your carpet showing her as much.
You can feel her staring up at you, and you have to fight off a knowing smirk so as to not give yourself away. The goal is to have her so incredibly needy that she can’t take it anymore, and you don’t even have to wait long before her hands settle on your thighs with a harsh grip, a wordless whimper leaving her lips. “Mm…,” you hum to let her know you hear her, then you open your eyes to find a masterpiece; those doe eyes full of silent need, her disheveled red hair, and those plump, bruised lips that shine.
The both of you are having a curious stare off, Natasha was being so incredibly good as she humored you with feigned patience, but with one curl of your pointer finger she’s on you., “Sweet girl, go ahead, a promise is a promise.,” Natasha smiles at your granted permission, you return the gesture as you share a moment of gentleness, your lips sealing the pure feeling, and catching the hot moan of your lover as she slides down your cock with embarrassing ease.
Natasha bounces rhythmically atop of you with her hands on your shoulders, her head thrown back with her mouth agape in a state of bliss. With your right hand on her lower back you keep her steadied while she shamelessly uses you to work herself up, moving like a madman who’d been deprived of all forms of touch, and you feel that delicious pit in your stomach steadily tightening at the idea of being used by such a powerful woman such as herself.
Natasha arches into you even further when your tongue flicks over her nipple, while a set of fingers pinches at the other, her breathing becomes more erratic the longer you play with her breasts, and she rips your lips away to slam against her own when she just can’t take it anymore., “Daddy, I-I need to cum, please.,” Your hands move to her hips., “Let go then.,” you murmur before your tongue moves to explore her mouth, you then roughly lift her up, and slam her back down while also jutting upwards, your strap goes into her so deeply that you can actually feel when the soft skin of her hips beneath your thumbs tightens as her belly forcefully bulges out.
It intrigues you immensely, your entire body in relative awe when you pull away from the lips of your lover to catch sight of the bulge. Natasha’s entire body spasms when you don’t stop, unrelenting in your need to continue to see this phenomenon, and so for the final time you’d offer a resistance by pushing down on it. Resulting in an intense jolt of her body as she screamed into your neck, her rather sudden orgasm came flooding out, and in a show of absolute synchronization yours does too, but this wasn’t supposed to be about you anymore. You held onto her hips tightly, just taking a moment to revel at the sight of the deliriously beautiful, panting mess that perfectly resided in your stronghold.
Rolling off the pillows you push her into the mattress, continuing to slowly rock your hips, allowing her the chance to prolong the orgasm and for it to come to an end at a leisurely pace. You watch closely as her expressive face tells you exactly when to cease your movements., “Oh baby, you look so tired…,” you coo, and she whines when you move to pull out of her, but the fight is superficial as your words reign true.
“I’ll tell you what my sweet girl… I’m going to go get us a snack, and grab your half finished gallon of water, I’m so proud of you honey.,” Natasha smiles victoriously as you praise her before sweetly pecking her on the lips, then she cries when your warmth is gone from over., “Ah-ah, Don’t whine now baby…,” you warned, her face instinctually neutralizes, and you smile as you feel somewhat accomplished.
“After we take care of ourselves, and you show me my very best girl I’ll let you cock warm daddy so we can take our well deserved nap. When I eventually wake up, I’ll then reawaken you by relentlessly fucking you into the next morning, sound fair?” Natasha frantically nods, and so you rush off to work your magic.
Returning in record speed with a plate full of garlic hummus and various means of foods to use for dipping, you feed the tired woman until she’s pushing your hand away much like a baby, and you chuckle at the show of delirium., “All done? Use your big girl words.,” you tease, and though beyond tired she’d still managed to narrow her eyes at you, and you playfully stick your tongue out at her before settling your lips to hers in a play for distraction.
Natasha happily sighs against your chest when you reenter her with minimal effort, and you sigh once your body is perfectly molded to her., “Detka…,” you tiredly hum in a nod for her to go on., “I’m so sorry, and please let me say it. You didn’t deserve—.,” your finger settles over her lips, and she groans at the silencing., “Natty, apologize to me later if you must, I’m too spent to properly address you, and that isn’t really fair to either of us. Come morning time I promise I’ll accept it all the same, so sh.”
Natasha settled into the mattress, slinging a blanket over your conjoined, naked body, and her arms wrapped around you protectively., “Sweet dreams detka, I love you.,” you tiredly smiled and kissed her bare chest., “I love you most my sweet girl, rest up, because I promise my dreams will be anything but sweet.”
Truth be told there was still a lot to hash out, but that seems like a tomorrow problem for the more level headed versions of the both of you. You’re more than content in the lusty bubble, and don’t wish to ruin the highs with hurt feelings, and Natasha’s submission tells you she’s on the same page as you.
Of all the ways this could’ve played out you’re just happy it was your fantasy third option, and that most of the tears were pleasurable…
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My Heart—It Beats For You
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R
Warnings: Blood, Violence, Angsty
Tropes: Dying love confession, miraculous save.
Requested by: @deadlynightshade418
It wasn't going well for you on the fourth floor of this Hydra building, you'd been sent here alone by the ill informed Captain America. Meant to disarm the bomb, while Natasha, Steve, and Tony all handled the goons below. Except there were goons everywhere around you—they had you cornered within seconds, and there wasn't much you could do now.
"Y/L/N, what's the hold up? We still need to collect the information on the fifth floor!," Natasha, who was in charge of said extraction, barked into the coms over a grunt, and when met by your silence she grew worried., "Y/N?," her heart stilled at your continued silence, you were never one to ignore a page, yet here you were ignoring her and it left her feeling uneasy.
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"Steve, something's wrong.," she concludes, and before the man could wave off her worries she was abandoning her post and trudging up the flights of stairs to reach you. Only to burst through the door to find you crumpled on the floor, surrounded by an ever flowing puddle of your own blood., "Dear God, what happened?"
Natasha surveyed the room, noticing that whomever was here had already vacated, with her body now kneeled beside yours her hands were careful when flipping you onto your back, and she nearly failed to keep herself composed. The entirety of your face was stained crimson, and there were marks all over your now bare arms, the suit you're in now partially torn.
"Y/N. We have to go.," she tapped your face a few times, the sticky feeling of your blood on the pads of her fingers enough to make her nauseous, but it settles once your eyes open., "Am I in Heaven?," you smiled dopily up at the redhead., "I always knew you were an angel."
In any other case the woman would blush, hell, she'd even flirt back with you as is her norm. But in this moment she can't even return your smile, because judging by your smiling face things were not looking promising for you., "Hey, tell me, can you feel your legs?," she gripped on to your calf tightly over your suit, and she could feel her resolve breaking when you gasped in pain., "Ow, Natty that hurts..."
With quick precision she evaluated the rest of your wounds, using gauze from her thigh pouch that she kept around for moments like this she shoveled it in wherever she deemed appropriate, then she gave you a soft smile., "It's going to be okay krasivaya, don't worry."
Natasha was short on time, but she was still gentle as ever when pulling you onto your feet, her heart absolutely breaking as you whimper., "I know honey, but we have to go.," she gazed over to see the bomb ticking., "Guys, vacate the building, I have Y/N, but she's in no condition to handle the bomb.," your body jolted out of her hold at the reminder of your job, but her arm looped back around your waist and pulled you into her., "Natty, let me go, I can't fail you."
"Look at me.," her hand was firm, but gentle as she gripped your chin., "You could never fail me, well unless you were to die, so let's go.," your lip wobbled., "B-but the mission...," she was growing impatient., "Doesn't matter!," her demeanor left no room for argument, and quite frankly you were too tired., "Hold on tight.," her hand was now firmly placed over your hip, holding you against her while simultaneously covering one of your many bleeding wounds as she hurriedly rushed out of the room.
She really hated how you were about to risk it all for fear of not being enough, and for her at that—you were absolutely everything to her, but she sees now that she didn't tell you that. The love she held for you wasn't exactly locked away, but it wasn't something she outright said and now she is really regretting holding out as your body slumps even further into her own., "Natty, I'm tired...," the ground slightly shook, signaling the bombs minute mark., "Fuck."
Natasha wasn't showing it, but the woman was freaking out because though neither of you would lose limbs, you were still too close to the activation sight to leave unscathed and you quite frankly couldn't handle anymore damage. Even in your loopy state, you were painfully aware of your survival odds., "Natasha.," she grunted while dragging your nearly lifeless body down the mile long hallway towards the fire escape., "You need to leave me behind."
"Don't be fucking ridiculous.," she only sped up as the anger provided her the energy., "You're not allowed to die, I forbid you from doing so."
"Nat, we both know.," you were cut off by a harsh coughing, splatters of blood following and serving to finish off your sentiments., "I don't know a damn thing Y/N, other than that you said you didn't want to fail me—so don't.," she felt her own heart crack at her harshness, but the desperation to keep you alive fueled her entirely, and it caused you to shut your mouth in a faux show of giving in, but your mind consistently shouted at you, protect her...
Being well aware of the previous shake you knew the both of you wouldn't make it, so in a quick surge of adrenaline you abruptly shifted to behind the redhead, catching her off guard you spun her around and pulled her head into your chest just in time for the harsh explosion. Your bodies catapulted through the door that led to the fire escape, and Natasha placed her hands over your head in a desperate attempt to protect at least a part of you from any impact.
Once the both of you came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs you were thrown down she immediately overlooked the pain radiating from her entire body to shimmy out of your hold and look you over. Her lip trembling as she took in the shrapnel that now littered your exposed arms, and jammed into your back. Leaning against the brick wall she lifted your head to place it on her thigh for comfort
"Guys?.," she coughed harshly, her voice now raspy from the smoke and pain., "Please, you have to help. Y/N's not doing well, hurry..."
"Nat?," her entire body stilled when you spoke, she lifted her head off the wall and peered down at you., "Y/N/N?," she couldn't hide the waver in her voice, and she also didn't want to., "I-I love you Natty.," you brokenly sobbed., "Detka, please be quiet—save your strength."
"No, I-I'm dying Nat, and I need to say this.," her fists and jaw clenched., "No, you're not!"
"Nat, I love you with all of my heart, and I'm sorry I never said it. I always chickened out, because I.," you were interrupted by a harsh fit of coughs, your heart very well breaking when you heard her sobbing., "Y/N/N, please..."
"Because, well, I thought we had time Nat.," your hand slowly began to move about, and the redhead desperately moved to hold it., "It was really a naive mindset to have, judging by our line of work alone it was a bad call to make."
"We still have time.," she squeezed your hand, and willed her words to be true with every fiber of her being., "I hope so too, because I am not finished loving you yet Natalia—you're like my freaking soulmate.," you chuckled tiredly., "But if I don't make it, please don't stop living Nat."
“Live like you’re dying.,” you teasingly slur but the redhead couldn’t bring herself to laugh, not when there was so much left unsaid between you two—a life un-lived..., “I love you Natty.,” and with a final whisper of your love you slump fully into the ground, mind succumbing to the alluring void and the redhead sobs against you.
“I-I love you Y/N/N, please… Don’t leave me.,” a wave of intense nausea rolls through her, and she leans back into the wall to compose herself, and just as her eyes were shutting she heard a loud thud, and just as quickly as she’d fallen back she sat back up in a defensive stance., “Fucking finally.,” she cried out as she saw her teammates at their side., “Take Y/N, now!”
Tony kneeled down, then jabbed a mysterious needle into your neck, but Natasha didn’t feel the need to question him. You meant the world to more than just her, the team took to you fast, so she knew he was only trying to help., “Please.,” he lifted his mask briefly after her choked out pleading, nodding to the redhead in obvious understanding, then in the next second he was propelling through the murky sky with your near to lifeless body draped over his arms.
“Natasha.,” Steve went to help her up but she shoved him off., “No, I knew it was a bad idea, but you assured me she’d be fine.,” she hissed., “Steve—For your sake she better fucking be.,” the woman hobbled down the steps after her not so subtle threat was relayed, refusing his offerings for assistance with every reach out, and once she made it to the jet she collapsed.
Sobs wracking her brutalized body as she was only able to see yours when her eyes closed., “Please be okay moya lyubov’, we were only just getting started…,” as the jet lifts off the ground she closes her eyes in the hopes of finding relief in the darkness, and for a fleeting moment she manages to find it as a memory of your smile replays in her foggy mind.
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When Steve landed the redhead jumped to her feet, stumbling down the ramp as soon as she was able to, and only stopping when Clint and Yelena pulled her tightly into them., “Sestra, the only way you can help Y/N, is if you help yourself.,” she tried to shrug them off, but it was to no avail as her entire body betrayed her.
“I-I need to get to her, please, she shouldn’t be alone.,” she cried., “She hates the hospital.”
The duo share a look, the younger blonde nods, then shifts to her sister., “I know, but she hates you being hurt more. So go get checked out, I’ll sit in her waiting room.,” the stubborn woman went to shake her head, but then Yelena settled her forehead against hers and softly whispered, “So mnoy ona v bezopasnosti Natalia.”
(She’s safe with me Natalia)
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After two hours in Cho’s miracle cradle, and a more thorough check up Natasha was cleared. Just as soon as the words left Bruce’s lips she was off to the waiting room where she found a pensive Yelena stood talking to your doctor.
“It was touch and go, but we were able to get all of the bleeding under control, and her many wounds stitched up.,” Natasha could feel an almost sense of relief wash over her at his words., “However, she’s still not in the clear, her heart repeatedly stopped, so she’s under intense observation for the next 48 hours.,” and just as fast her heart sank to the pit of her stomach—you weren’t safe, and there was nothing she could do to make you as such.
Yelena immediately caught her sister as she was falling into a heap on the floor., “I-I love her so much.,” the blonde pulled her into her chest., “I know Nat, everyone does.,” she shook her head., “She doesn’t, I-I need her to know.”
Yelena looked to her sister incredulously., “Natalia, she knows.,” Nat began to chew on her lower lip., “No… She didn’t, she confessed to me, but it almost felt like she was unsure if I’d love her back.,” her brows furrowed as she remembered just a few hours back., “Which is totally crazy, right? Because I don’t let anyone else call me Natty, or ever hug me at random. I don’t ever cuddle up to anyone else. I-I.”
“She knows Nat…,” Yelena reaffirms her belief., “She just wanted to hear you say it aloud.,” the redhead looks at her in fearful disbelief., “Oh my gosh, I have to go, I need to tell her!,” she jumped to her feet, then after finding out what room you were in she ran down the hallways.
“Kakiye idioty.,” the blonde shook her head with an amused smile as she saw her sister go.
(What idiots)
Natasha enters your room just as the nurse exits, the space is dark—just as your prognosis was, but the lights of your various monitors illuminates your face enough for her to see just how much damage you really took out there. Marred as you were, there was still so much for her to marvel at, like the rise and fall of your chest reassuring her of your continuing life.
Natasha pulled up a chair, wincing at the sound of it scraping across the floor of your painfully quiet room. She settles down beside you and grabs your hand., "Privet krasivaya...," a bitter smile overtakes her face as she remembers all the times you'd get flustered by the simple phrase in the past., "I-God, I don't know what to say here...," she squeezes your limp hand for comfort, and tried to calm down.
A reminiscent smile befalls her face as her mind begins to run wild with memories of you two together...
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"H-hi.," you extended your hand out, waiting patiently for the intimidating redhead to take it into hers, but it quickly dropped when she only stared at you—menacingly., "You're late cadet."
"I know, I'm terribly sorry ma'am, but...," you began to ramble, the leading agent went to cut you off, but you were proving too intriguing not to hear out so she simply leaned back and observed the way you frantically rambled on.
"I swear I left my house on time miss. I’d stopped to get breakfast, because it’s the most important meal of the day you know, and well today’s so very important so obviously I needed to fuel my body. Then, after I went to leave the shop I took a right instead of left and found myself a bit lost.,” she held back her smirk in favor of stoicism, but she also felt a fluttering within her stomach at the sight of your adorably furrowed brows and scrunched nose.
“But get this, it was like fate called me that way because I found a box of abandoned kittens spilled out onto the sidewalk and into the gutter. No way could I just leave the precious babies behind so I rushed them back to my apartment, set them up with some warm blankets, and then I raced here, but —.”
“Enough.,” she sent you a pointed stare, and with the raise of her hand she had you hushed., “Agent…,” you hesitated, but her nod told you to speak, so you answered in a awkward way., “Y/L/N—Y/N Y/L/N.,” she bit back a chuckle, she found your Bond-esque answer endearing.
“Well, Agent Y/L/N, now that you’ve wasted fifteen minutes of my class, do you think you can join the rest of your fellow cadets?,” she held her stoicism up, commanding respect from all present, but she didn’t miss the way your lip wobbled slightly, or the way that it honestly broke her heart to see it., “Shit…”
Natasha had never felt such a warmth before, and definitely not after just meeting someone. There was an honest remorse within her when she watched you running around gloomily, and though against her better judgment there was a pull in her heart telling her she needed to make it right with you somehow; you were special.
When the class ended Natasha stopped you., “I’m sorry Miss Romanoff, it won’t happen again, I promise.,” she nodded, then in a shocking way she smiled at you., “Hey Y/N.,” you hummed in lieu of words, completely awestruck that she’d addressed you without formalities., “Did you happen to see a black cat in the litter by chance?,” you nodded instantly, and you felt your entire body warm up when she met you with a genuine lopsided smirk. There was something so beautiful about it, and having it aimed at you truly felt like a dream.
“Lead the way then detka.,” Natasha held the door open for you, so you swiftly exited, and she followed you out, then she escorted you to her corvette stingray. The woman watched you in amusement as you stared in awe at her car., “Shall we go then Y/N?,” you hopped in, then settled into the seat with an appreciative sigh., “Thanks for the ride Miss—.,” “Natasha.”
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Natasha shut her file as she heard the incoming pattering of your distinct steps., "Natty! Look!," the woman gazed up at you fondly from her desk with a bright smile, one that you had never realized was only ever present for you., "Let me see.," she playfully snatched the paper from your hands and began to read it over.
"Congratulations Y/N/N.," she stood to level with you, instantly huffing in faux annoyance when your body giddily collided with hers, but in direct contradiction she hugged you tight., "Drinks?," she proposed, then watched you look at her questioningly., "What? We must celebrate your rank climbing somehow, hm?"
"But Natty, you're my commanding officer.," you looked up at her puzzled and she simply smirked down at you., "Y/N, I don't just let my cadets call me Natty, and I haven't been your boss since I left for the Avengers Initiative.," you pulled back with an understanding nod, and before you could start to ramble like she knew you would she asked again., "Drinks?"
You nodded sheepishly, your nerves obvious, and the redhead smiled back at you softly., "Right answer detka.," she winked at you, then she slipped her leather jacket on, and in a moment of bravery she slid her hand into yours, tugging you out of the room and while you wore your surprise outwardly, internally her heart was hammering against her ribcage, and in combination you were gay messes...
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Natasha was anxiously waiting in the compound's living area, in her casual attire and with a book in hand. Her outward facade was calm and collected, nothing would give away that she'd been internally freaking out at the prospect of seeing you again. It'd been months since she'd been by Shield's headquarters, she hadn't found the time even though she missed you terribly, and it appears fate was on her side for once because you're currently on your way.
During her busy months you'd apparently been nothing more than impressive, climbing even more ranks, and reaching the point where Fury felt you'd be a much better fit for the Avengers. Someone to help make up for the consistent absence of one Mr. Hawkeye, and seeing as how you'd been trained in many areas you brought a skillset beyond Natasha's combat.
When Natasha was falling asleep last night she got an unusual text from you., "Red or White?," she'd rubbed away the tiredness instantly for a chance to talk to you, and talk she did as you answered the phone without any hesitation., "I'm never opposed to a good glass of rosé detka, but I'd need to know the occasion.," and when she heard you practically scream out why her body shook with equivalent excitement.
“Welcome to my compound Agent Y/L/N.,” Natasha heard Tony’s uninterested voice as he guided you down the hallway, her face fell at the notion that one could be so displeased to be with you so she cut him off in the hallway., “Yeah, welcome.,” she smirked when you dropped your bag and catapulted into her., “Natty—I missed you so freaking much!”
Too focused on embracing one another the two of you failed to see the entirety of the team now in the hall, and their varying faces of shock., “Did this tiny human not lose any limbs?!,” Thor boomed, though he meant to whisper.
Natasha narrowed her eyes at the men in the hall, her hand holding you close, preventing you from witnessing her looming glare, and you held no complaints with being in her arms. It worked too because all of them swiftly left besides your tour guide., “I’ll continue the tour Stark, I’m sure your precious lab needs you.”
“Natty…,” you giggled after the man too left in a hurry, and her heart beamed, she’d missed that sound so much that it physically hurt., “Why are you being so mean, hm?”
“Detka—trust me.,” she smirked at you as she went to throw your bag over her shoulder, then in a flash she was reaching out for your hand., “They need to be kept in line, be too nice to them and they’ll never leave you alone again.”
“They seem very nice Natty.,” she shrugged., “Maybe, but we both know I’m nicer.,” her eyes were full of tease, just begging for you to bite back., “To look at maybe.,” she gasped at your backhanded compliment, then she shook her head when you ran ahead of her to avoid any reprimanding., “Detka! Where are you going?”
“Not sure, how about you come and find me?,” the woman chuckled., “Game on!,” she set off at a slow pace, giving you a hell of a head start, but it was all in vain because the moment that she rounded the corner you pounced on her back and settled right down., “You little shit.,” you yawned dramatically against her shoulder., “Onward my trusty steed.,” for emphasis you even slapped her ass and she was stunned, and eternally grateful you didn’t see her blushing.
Natasha groaned., “You’re lucky you’re cute.,”her arms hooked under your thighs, and she began to carry you off to the elevators., “Don’t worry Natty—you’ll always be my number one.”
The tired reassurance made her eyes water, the fact that she was your favorite person always came at a surprise to the woman, and she never would take it for granted., “Good, because I don’t like to share. You were mine first detka.,” your heart skipped at her soft possession of you, an all too overwhelming feeling of hope filled your chest at the idea of one day being hers in totality., “All yours Tasha.,” and for a moment she allows herself to believe it too.
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"Psst... Natasha.," the woman turned her head to acknowledge Wanda, but she said nothing., "Either you ask her out, or I will.," the witch was honestly tired of watching you two avoid the elephant in every room—your chemistry. No one else on the team, not even Clint could make the redhead laugh like you do, or better yet no one's allowed to call her out of her name besides the two of you, the one time Tony had mimicked your 'Natty,' was the day the man almost lost his ability to walk for good.
"Wanda.," she sighed heavily, her eyes once again finding you as you animatedly told her sister a story with your hands, and when she saw Yelena laugh—genuinely, she fell harder., "I can't possibly do that.," still, she denied her feelings as if it were her day job, because you were the sun, and she would be your eclipse.
"You two are good together Natasha, stop running because time doesn't stop, and in this line of work of ours it's even more precious.," the witch gets to her feet, shifting on the balls of them to face the redhead., "You're not the darkness you like to think you are Nat, you're kind, but more importantly you're deserving."
"Love—it's not something that judges, it's ever understanding, and it's unmistakably warm.," she smiles softly down at the elder woman., "All that you two are is warm when you're together, we all see it, the way she shines that much brighter just because you enter the room. It's truly a shame you haven't already seen it.," and with a firm squeeze to her shoulders she's telling the ex-assassin to get it together.
Natasha watches you filter the room, and her heart stills when a smile only graces your face when your eyes finally find her own., "Fuck.," the words a whisper as she feels the warmth spread, and when you begin to make your way over to her she decides to meet you halfway., "Drinks?," you smile widely., "Snacks?!," she nods and you race out of the room cheerily.
Wanda smirks in triumph at the woman who's jade eyes sparkled while watching you retreat, the love she held for you was abundantly clear. Natasha rolls her eyes at her, then takes her leave in search of the finest wine in the cellar. Finding you sat on her bed surrounded by bags of trash she shakes her head amusedly, then she settles besides you to gaze at the screen.
"Princess and the Frog or," you shift to face her to better express your excitement., "Tangled.," she hums thoughtfully, then shrugs., "Both?," she smirks as your body shakes., "All nighter?"
Natasha nods, then swiftly settled her glass down just in time to catch you in a hug. She'd suffer through a dinner cooked by Tony himself if it would be enough to make you this happy. So sitting through an array of Disney princess films was nothing, especially when she knew you'd not even last through one of them.
After Tiana and Naveen shared their true loves kiss Natasha found herself wiping away at a few tears before instinctually staring down at you. She was more than grateful that you weren’t awake to see her cry, because she knew you’d only make her cry harder with your never ending well of kindness and warmth. A chuckle flew passed her lips when realizing she cried over a Disney film, she just knew Yelena would call her a sap, but there was just something about their journey through adversity ending in such majestical ways. It filled her with hope.
“Goodnight detka.,” she whispered while shifting her body down to face yours. She slipped the remote from your hand, putting an end to the movie ‘marathon,’ then after settling it down behind you her fingers, as light as a feather, traced over the outline of your face in a moment of pure admiration. After tracing the entirety of your face she settled a soft kiss to your nose, then with an arm over your waist she pulled you in close., “YA tebya lyublyu.”
One day she resolves, she’ll say it aloud, to your face and in a language you’ll understand. Then, in true fairytale fashion you’ll say it back, and the two of you will run off into the sunset…
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...just blips in time that would prove to never be enough now that she's facing your body. Because not even a week after Wanda reminds her of how fleeting time can be she's seeing just how true that is as it unfolds before her eyes.
Natasha releases a shaky breath, but before she could even monologue to your unconscious form she freezes. Every machine in your room begins to go haywire, the gravity of the truth not lost on her as people rush into the room., "No...," she shrugs the person off, and pushes through the doctors to get to you., "No, do you hear me Y/N?! You don't get to die!," she fails to contain her sobs., "Not before I get to love you like I always should've.," her fist slams into your chest for emphasis, and in a flash your body jolts off the lumpy mattress with a gasp.
Everyone in the room freezes, a nurse resettles her paddles onto the machine, and after an awkward moment of silence the medical team slowly filter out of the room when you appear fine, some even scratching their heads as they ponder how she'd just loved you back to life...
"Water.," you croak out the request, and the redhead is quick to adhere to it., "Thanks Nat."
The redhead smiled down at you, her hand hovering over your face, and you shiver at the warmth she radiates to your unusually cold body., "You scared me Y/N.," her tone was heartbreakingly low, something you'd never heard before with the usually stoic redhead., "I'm not equipped to live without you Y/N/N, I've done it before, but I couldn't do it now."
For a moment you just stare up at her blankly, this was feeling like a dream, and now you are left to wonder if this was heaven because why is she all of a sudden confessing this to you. Then within a blink you start to remember the mission, everything you endured, how it felt, and that final nth hour moment where you confessed your undying love for a colleague.
"Nat, I-I'm so—.," she cut you off with a finger to your lips, she watched your eyes as you had your little epiphany, and she didn't want to hear a single apology., "Shh, detka please, there isn't a need to apologize here, not for anything. Do I make myself clear?," you squeaked out a muffled yes, and the redhead smiled., "Good."
"I love you too Y/N, and not in the you're my very best friend way, because not only would Clint be offended, but that just isn't the case.," she pulled her finger from your lip using it to turn your head to face her as she sat down., "I'm completely, head over heels in love with you Y/N, and this has been a long time coming. You've been in my life for five years now, and I have never known anyone as pure as you."
There was a sadness in her tone as she spoke that made your weakened heart tremble., "Natty...," she smiled at you with teary eyes., "Never in my life did I expect to find myself in this situation.," her hand tenderly laced with yours., "I thought I'd be alone forever, and I was comfortable with it because quite frankly I felt undeserving of love, and hey, maybe I still am, but..."
"No, you're not!," you immediately cut her off with an angry pout that she met with a smirk., "Either way I'm ready to be selfish with you, because I feel like—not to sound generic, but life's too short to not try to spend every waking second of it happy, and with you I know that's where I'll find it all Y/N; you hold my heart."
"I'd let you hold mine but it seems damaged.," she frowned at you., "I'll take you in anyway I can have you Y/N/N, you're perfect to me.," you smiled through the pain at her words., "You've always been perfect to me Natasha.," her lips gently brushed over your knuckles in a show of appreciative affection, so you unfurled your fingers from hers to cup her cheek, and she melted into your touch as grateful tears trailed down her flushed cheeks., "Perfect."
Natasha gently placed your hand back on the bed where she reclaimed her hold on it, then she began to run her free one through your hair while admiring you entirely., "Natty?," she hummed while her free hand softly continued to run through your tangled hair., "Kiss me?"
The redhead stood up, barricading your body in with a hand on either side of you then she leaned down until her face hovered above yours. She watched as your lips pursed up in anticipation, and her eyes slowly took in all of your features up close in obvious admiration. The crinkles of your eyes as you held the pout, every beauty mark that adorned your skin, and she even appreciated the marks of a mission lost, because they reminded her that life is a unending battle, and that this time you won it.
She gently lowered her face even more, placing a tender kiss to your forehead, she chuckled against your skin when you whined petulantly., "Na-.," she ever so softly pecked your lips to hush you, but she applied hardly any pressure., "Detka, when I kiss you, like when I truly kiss you I want it to be special.," she pulled back to gaze into your eyes., "Can you be patient?"
Natasha watched in amusement as you were obviously considering it, then she smiled when you decidedly nodded., "Thank you detka.," she saw your brows furrow so she leaned in to whisper in your ear., "It means baby...," she finally translated it for you, and you gasped., "All this time?," she nodded, and wiped away the sudden emergence of your tears.
"I knew since day one that you'd be special.," she winked at you, then when you went to reply it was cut off by a yawn., "Get some rest love.," you went to protest but she shook her head., "It's not up for debate Agent, close your eyes."
Natasha turned down your pleading as you were desperate for her cuddles, she wasn't interested in injuring you further, but she promised you that no matter what she'd be there when you awoke. The conviction in her eyes was what convinced you it would be safe to fall asleep, and shortly after you did Clint arrived with dinner and a cot for his friend.
He shot her a knowing smirk as he saw your conjoined hands and she raised a brow at him., "Careful now Barton, I have a few trick arrows of my own.," he rolled his eyes but dropped the tease as well as the takeout. He placed a kiss to the both of your foreheads, then slipped back out so quickly it was as if he never even came. Natasha scarfed down the food, then she set her bed up next to yours, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and with her hand firmly splayed out over your chest to feel the rhythmic beat of your heart beneath her hand.
“Wait!,” Natasha shot up at the sudden sound of your voice after the previous hour of silence., “My kitties? They must be so lonely.,” Natasha snorted tiredly, “Detka, they’re with Liho and Fanny, Lena’s got them—all five of them.,” she tiredly placed a kiss to your cheek before she was resettling into her cot., “Now sleep…”
“Goodnight lovebug…,” you quietly slurred, sleep having already began reclaiming you, and Nat stared at you dumbfounded., “Lovebug?,” after a silent minute of contemplation she was smiling at the nickname., “Goodnight detka.,” and with her hand over your heart she slipped back off to sleep easily.
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Cuddle Bug 🐞 🫂
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Carol x Val ; Bishova 🥰❤️
SIKE! Fluff train still flows through the station besties, I promise not to go all dark on you, 🥹🥰
I wrote this for a very special person, and I hope it brings her comfort in these trying times (🖕🏼you Mercury for being in retrograde lol) ❤️
Warnings: None, unless tooth rotting fluff bothers you lol (Emotional R 🤷🏼♀️)
Smut: Soft!Shower sex, Mommy (N), Fingering(R), Marking (R), Praising!!
18+ | Minors DNI !!!
(Gifs from Google/Tenor)
Natasha sighed heavily, her breaths fanning across your sleeping face, and she smiled wide as your nose lightly twitched from the breeze. That, and the subtle smacking of your lips was a telltale sign to her that you're nearly awake, and since she's leaving this evening she doesn't exactly feel that bad being the reason you're going to be up "early." Though the clock is flashing a reasonable 10:00AM behind you she just knows you're going to be a grump about it.
She'll gladly take a grumpy Y/N, to be honest she'd take you anyway you came, you're the human embodiment of a safe space for her. This—the genuine domesticity, is everything the trained assassin had ever wanted, and she knows now that it is all she would ever need. You'd come into her life at a time when the world expected too much from her, and with her guilty heart she was ready to give it all.
Then you showed up, and like the breath of fresh air you are you never expected much of anything from her. She'd been hesitant to let you in when you first joined the team five years ago, but now, with you perfectly molded against her body she finds it a silly notion that she ever ran away from you and your serenity. Love came far too naturally with you, all she'd ever known was that it was meant for children, but with every soft touch, or giggle her guarded heart was being disarmed by your open one.
To the world you were a force to be reckoned with, most feared you and your skillset, but behind closed doors you are not a threat. Natasha, as well as many other Avengers, view you as if you were akin to a snuggly koala, and now that you've retired it's almost all you are. Soft, and full of love to give, and with a group of superheroes it's almost a necessity to have you around; cuddles heal the broken.
Just as you went to shift your body so your face could hide in the pillow she stopped you with a gentle touch to your shoulder resulting in your immediate groans of protest. Natasha smiled at your expected outburst, then she leaned in to whisper in your ear., "Now, now, how about you wake-up, and spend the day with me.," you didn't even budge, and she was honestly a tad bit offended., "Or you can stay in bed, and miss your chance at snuggles before I leave."
An eye popped open, and she sighed in relief, but then you squinted said eye, glaring halfway up at her, she was both confused, and amused., "Is this not snuggling?," you rasped out, and the assassin pouted at your factual words., "Yes, but it's not proper if you're snoring in my face the entire time.," her adorable whining lightly roused you out of your grumpy state., "Fair enough Nat, I'm up, so what's the move?"
The redhead leaned in to kiss you as soon as you changed your tune, shifting your positions until she was lying atop of you, and that's how you two spent the following twenty minutes. Engaged in a slow, yet passionate make out session, where every last bit of love the two of you felt for one another was transferred.
It would've lasted through the hour too, but your stomach announcing your hunger roused your lover to move into action, and pull you to the kitchen. Feeding you well before she left was always a must, because she knew when she left you failed at maintaining a decent intake., "Bon appetite, mon cherie.," she placed the plate of french toast, with fruits and eggs in front of you, then she settled a kiss to your forehead before she took her space beside you., "Merci, mon amour.," a tint of pink decorated her cheeks, she always loved when you spoke to her in such soft ways, it never failed to make her whole body warm with bewildered delight.
The day went by in the blink of an eye, full of unwavering joy, but ending now in immense sadness as you watch Nat slipping into her mission suit, a permanent frown on your face., "Stop that detka, you're going to get wrinkles.," the redhead teased, trying her best not to mirror your mood in a show of faux bravery., "Yeah? Aging is natural—are you saying you'd stop loving me if I had wrinkles Natty?," she heard you sniffle, and almost immediately she dropped to her knees before you on the bed.
"Detka.," she sweetly whispered, using her hands to link with yours, and moving until her face found yours., "Don't say such silly things.," she chuckled when you squealed, her having pulled your body off the bed and into her lap., "I just don't like seeing my baby so sad is all."
A sigh left her lips when you buried your face in the crook of her neck, where you began to leave soft kisses against the sliver of exposed skin., "I'm going to miss you Natty.," her heart nearly snapped in two as you began to cry, and the thought of telling Fury to shove it crossed her mind, but then she reminded herself that her petition for retirement calls for only two more months of this, then she's free to leave, and live out a life worth living with you., "I'll miss you so much moya lyubov', but I'll be back in no time.," she offered you a smile, and you mirrored it the best you could with puffy eyes., "Safe and sound?," she nodded, then kissed your lips for a final time before she pulled you both off the ground, and embraced you tightly.
Natasha picked up her duffle bag, while carrying you out of the room as you latched onto her like you always did as she left. Yelena was standing in the middle of the hangar, as she always was to collect you from her sister., "Come now my koala, it's my turn for all the snuggles.," you always giggled when she took you from Natasha with a smug smirk., "Be mindful of who's girlfriend she is Lena.," the elder sister warned, and she rolled her eyes., "I'm well aware that Y/N has bad taste sestra.," you narrowed your eyes at the blonde, but when she smirked at you all the anger melted, and you snuggled into her hold., "Ha. Mine."
Yelena immediately took off, hold on you tight to keep you secured, because her sister was already cursing at her from afar, if she were to injure you she just knew her days would be numbered., "Get comfy moye solnyshko.," Yelena grunted as she tossed you onto her mattress before moving to her bathroom, you gasped excitedly when you found you weren't alone in the bed., "Kitkat!," you squealed, the brunette's brown eyes slowly fluttered open., "Y/N/N.," she half smiled at you, then as if it were second nature she pulled you in, and the both of you sighed at the comforting hold.
The peace lasted all of two seconds though, as the blonde returned, and threw herself atop of the both of you., "Make room my girls, I'm supposed to be the middle spoon this time!," you both groaned at the impact, but shuffled for her nonetheless, and with the warmth of their bodies, and love, you fell asleep quickly., "Such a snuggle butt she is, my sister is lucky.," Kate shoved her girlfriend lightly, but in a way she agreed with her lover, Natasha was lucky.
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Days had gone by, and the couple kept you close, but unfortunately they were also called away on a mission, and so that left you alone. There wasn't an exact science to it, but come day three without Nat, and you were usually at your worst in terms of missing the woman. Which is how you found yourself in the one place she loved most, wearing all of her clothes, and wrapped up in her designated blanket.
Wanda was reading in the compounds study when she heard a body shifting uncontrollably. Peering over the couch in the corner she found your teary eyed face looking back at her, then when you reached for her she wasted no time in joining you on the tiny couch. She laid directly atop of you to ground you, and once your sniffling had lessened she shifted to her side and pulled your face to her chest., "Oh honey, why didn't you come to find me?," your arms tightened around her., "Didn't wanna bother you Wands, you seemed busy earlier."
"I'm never too busy for you Y/N/N, you should know that by now.," she settled a kiss to your temple, then ran a hand up and down your back just like she knew you loved., "Get some rest now malen'kiy, I'll be here with you, then when you wake up we'll go make dinner.," an accomplished smile overtook your sister's face when she felt your soft patterned breaths, and after a few moments she also slipped into a nap, it's really hard not to when you have a human shaped furnace there to lull you.
When the both of you awoke a few hours later Wanda allowed herself a moment to just bask in your cuddles, dinner could wait a few more minutes, because she knew everyone would understand that you don't pass up on cuddles with Y/N., "You hungry malen'kiy?," she asked in a whisper, to which you nodded against her chest., "Then let's go make dinner for the team.," and though neither of you wanted to get up, you both shuffled off the couch and made your way to the kitchen where a group of people were waiting., "Valkyrie! Carol!"
The otherworldly woman beamed at the sight of you, opening their arms wide as an obvious invitation, and they nearly awe'd out loud as you shuffled into their embrace with your lovers blanket still wrapped tightly around your body., "We were hoping for dinner, but this is even better.," the Asgardian admitted, and the blonde simply tightened her grip in agreement., "I am so happy you guys are here."
Valkyrie, and Carol soon turned to your sister, engaging in light conversation with her about their previous endeavors, while you cuddled further into the King's hold, and she smiled down at you as you did., "Such a cutie pie.," you shied away from the teasing compliment, huffing even in an attempt to warn her, but she just chuckled lightly, and held you tighter., "Calm down now, unless you plan to smother me to death with your snuggles, I am not afraid of you in the slightest honey."
"Careful Val, Y/N might be the cutest thing around these parts, but she's deadly as can be.," Carol winked at you as she spoke, and you smiled in triumph when the other woman gazed at you skeptically, then shivered at the sight of the ice blue swirling around your eyes., "You know Danvers, I won't doubt you here."
"Smart choice.," you tiredly mumbled, and in a few moments time you were lightly snoring., "She's sleeping again?," Wanda remarked in an exaggerated tone to give way to the fact that she expected nothing less than this, and the couple giggled as they looked down at you., "Nobody would ever believe she was the most dangerous person in this room.," Carol mused while snapping a photo of your softened face to immediately send it off to your girlfriend.
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The next day came and went with you literally attached to your sister's side, and the witch loved every second of it. She missed having to be your cuddle partner, if she didn't love how happy you genuinely were with Natasha she'd have likely sabotaged the relationship ages ago.
Now though, on day five, you were moping around the empty compound wondering where everyone could have possibly gone. There was no one left to cuddle, at one point you even began looking for Tony, desperation nearly leading you into the stinky mans arms, but fortunately for your later pride he was also out. Today was even worse than the last few days for you, because Natasha is due back at some point between today and tomorrow depending on the weather and amount of paperwork.
Suspense was always your worst enemy, which is also why being alone was the absolute worst. You dropped onto the couch in a huff., "Friday, shuffle my tunes please.," you stared up at the ceiling dramatically as the AI did as you said., " 'Y/N's — What Even is Existence, if not just a Means to Cause Pain?' playlist is on shuffle."
Songs began to blur the longer you laid there, staring up and imagining it was your girlfriend hovering above you and not the swinging light. After an hour of lying there you slipped into a light slumber, completely oblivious to the sound of scuffling at the compounds doors, but then a loud boom had you shooting into a sitting position., "Honey, I am home!," you bounded off the couch and straight into the blondes arms., "What am I? Chopped liver?"
"Don't be silly KitKat, it's called saving the best for last.," you teased while shifting into her arms and missing the way Yelena's face drops, or how Kate's tongue pokes out at her lover., "That sounds like no mac and cheese for you!"
The three of you filtered back into the living room after a bout of bickering, leading to the blonde saying you got all the mac and cheese after you threatened to "Tell Natty on her.," and now that all was well again you'd began to watch the Harry Potter films upon Kate's requests, and against Yelena's pleading. It didn't matter to you honestly, all you wanted was cuddles, and honestly they felt the same.
As the hours went by, the team began to slowly return to the compound, filtering into the living room, and silently fighting over who got to hold you next. After a few hours of playing "hot Y/N," dinner was finally ordered, and Wanda held you close, and ensured you ate it, while everyone settled into the blankets you set on the floor, and watched your favorite movie.
You were so enthralled with what was taking place on the screen that you once again missed the creaking of the front door. Everyone else saw the silhouette of your lover though, and for their safety they began to create loads of space. To which you did take notice of, all the warmth was being stolen from you, but when you went to protest it died on your lips, and was replaced with squeals and the soft pattering of your feet., "NATTY!!!!," she effortlessly caught you, and pulled you up and into her strong arms., "I've missed you so much my sweetest girl."
The redhead nodded to everyone in the room in silent thanks before taking her leave with the quiet sobbing body attached to hers., "Shh, I'm home moya lyubov', and I'm going nowhere.," she carried you into your bathroom next, where she started to run the tap, and while it warmed she pressed your body against the marble with hers, and cupped your wet cheeks., "Hey, hey, there's no need to cry sweetheart.," she tenderly pressed her lips to your cheeks, catching your tears in the bow of her lip as she did, and soon she was transferring that salty taste to you as she locked her lips with yours., "I'm right here detka, mommy's got you."
With an effortless pull your shirt was removed, followed quickly by the rest of your clothes, then in the blink of an eye you found yourself under the stream of steaming water, with your girlfriends hands trailing over your bare body., "Mommy, please.," she smirked into the kiss., "What is it detka?," her lips began to trail down your slippery skin, leaving behind her marks in the most familiar of places., "Tell mommy what you need from me... I'm not a mind reader."
"Need to feel you inside.," you panted, already out of breath as she had been toying with your breasts while you had been aimlessly begging for more., "There we go detka, my smart girl using her words so well.," at the sight of your proud smile she slammed her lips back to yours for a heated kiss, while her fingers lazily traveled down to spread your folds apart, and she groaned into your mouth upon finding out you were already wet enough for her., “Fuck."
Natasha slipped two fingers into you with ease, her lips on yours to stifle the initial gasp, but soon they were en route to your breasts, she never was one for restricting your heavenly sounds., "There you go detka, show me just how well my fingers are fucking into your tight little cunt.," she kept a slow, and steady pace as she worked on bringing you to a place of total euphoria, because to her there was just always something so beautiful about watching you coming apart so openly with only her fingers and mouth involved in the process.
Her own core throbbed whenever you moaned in pleasure, but she paid it no mind, because it was always all about you when she returned. You’d never taken her being gone on solo missions well, and so whenever she returned the first twenty four hours were for you. There wasn't anything more important to her than making sure your bodies were reconnected, it was her quickest way of reassuring you of her permanence, and quite frankly being wrapped up in the sheets, or in the shower like you both were now were some of her favorite moments.
The two of you had a rather lively sex life, so much so that Tony installed a sound proofing option a few years back. But these moments, they are different, it’s not a carnal experience as much as it is a seeking of deeper intimacy. Being buried deep inside of you brought the redhead immense comfort, knowing that she is the only one allowed to have you like this, to be able to lay her claim to you while your body racks with pleasure that only she can bring.
Natasha’s tongue was swirling over your sensitive nipples, with her thumb delivering slow, yet incredibly powerful circles to your clit so she knew she’d have you nearing that edge of bliss in no time. She released your nipple when she felt your chest heaving even harder, your walls now clinging to her unrelentingly. Quickly she peppered kisses all over your chest, retracing over the route of her marks, then she gently pecked your parted lips for reassurance. She pulled back with a soft smile, your eyes held an obvious pleading, and she leaned her forehead to yours., “Let go for mommy detka.,” she whispered the encouragement while her fingers curled perfectly into your innermost sensitive spot, and your body arched into hers.
“Such a good fucking girl.,” she groaned as she felt your slick release trailing down her palm., “Always so good for me, fuck, I need to taste you my sweetest girl., ” her arm remained around you as she held your tired form up, she continued to whisper softly to you as her fingers left your core with pitiful whines., “Taste so sweet detka, smooth like honey.”
“I fucking love you so much detka.,” her hand that was once inside you moved to trace over the features of your face before cupping your cheek, and pulling you in for a deepened kiss., “My one and only.,” you smiled against her, breaking the kiss but she didn’t mind that much when she could feel your happiness so deeply., “I love you Natty, my one and only.,” she reconnected her lips to yours, exploring your mouth, and feeling rather affected as you moaned at your lingering taste on her tongue., “Let’s get all cleaned up detka, then we can continue this in the bedroom, sounds good?,” she placed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then got to work as soon as you nodded the go ahead.
Natasha took care as she cleaned your body, then she massaged your scalp tenderly, hoping to alleviate you of all your remaining stresses. A smile was on her face when you eagerly took the chance to return the favor, you sudsed up her loofah with your favorite body wash of hers, and tenderly traced it over her body. Her body shivered as you kissed over the fresh, tiny scrapes that marred her silky skin, then she watched with teary eyes as you kissed over all of her scars, parts of her she always wanted to hide were the parts you made sure to care for. Healing her in ways that are far deeper than the marks had ever been, which lead her to pull you back up and in for a needed hug.
“Natty, we have all day tomorrow, why don’t we just snuggle? I’ll run get you some dinner, and we can watch all the Bond movies.,” she chuckled at your offer, your face was already nuzzling into her chest telling her that you were definitely a bit tired, but also because there’s no way you’re even lasting the first movie, it still warms her heart that you’d try for her sake., “Sounds perfect detka, but I’ll just have Friday make one of the guys bring dinner up, I wanna start my snuggles instantly!,” she lifted you up, causing you to giggle as she ran your conjoined bodies out, and jumped onto the towel she’d already left on the mattress.
“Prettiest baby.,” she coo’d, now that she was straddling your naked body, and using the spare towel to dry you off, just to follow it up with a layer of lotion, and a baggy band t shirt., “Easy access.,” she answered your furrowed brows unspoken question with a wink, then a peck to your nose before she shifted you beneath the blankets, and repeated the process for herself just in time for her takeout to arrive.
Natasha settled into the bed, and within the second your body was smushed into her side, an arm laying over her, and that sight of your sleepy smile was enough to make her melt. After pressing play on the remote, she settled her hand on your back, and began to move it up and down to lull you to sleep faster while she ate her food, and watched her movie for as long as she could before her eyes would make their way back to just watch you sleeping, content to live in this moment forever really.
Just knowing that in every sense of the word, you’re hers—mind, body, and soul, well it is the reason her heart still beats without contempt; loving you was her peace in the storm that many would call life, and even if she winds up sharing you with the team at times, when you’re snuggled into her chest in the dead of night like this, she knows you are hers alone.
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Mind Games
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Darcy x F!R (if you squint)
Prompts
"Please...say something." (26)
Warnings: Gaslighting, Trauma, Jealousy, Fighting. (Happy ending tho)
18+ | Minors DNI | Alluded to SMUT
Natasha was pacing around the expanse of the common room, you'd just uttered the words that held the power necessary to break her. There was no denying Natasha and you were in love, but somehow it is all the woman ever did. After every hookup she'd reiterate that you and her were just helping one another manage your stress, but then she'd ask you in a whisper to stay, and you always did, because deep down this relationship meant more to both of you.
The team knew, and they were all actually rooting for you, Tony even called you his OTP. Natasha would roll her eyes, deny the claims, then fuck you so good that night you let it go. This went on for two years, the both of you were basically inseparable; until you were.
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This last month you'd mistakenly said it, those three words that she conveyed with a lingering kiss came out of your mouth like word vomit. Everything changed, she stopped answering your texts, switched out from being your mission partner, and even flirted with others on the team to make her point to you crystal clear that this whole shebang wasn't real.
Except it was real, that was the problem, the woman spent her whole life living in fables. Every night a new persona, a new mark to hit, nothing ever stayed the same for long with her. Change was ironically her only constant, so to suddenly have this beautiful, bubbly woman taking the space of the cobwebs in her heart was foreign. Not necessarily unwelcome, but for the time being it felt that way to her, and now her tactics to keep you at arms length worked, but fuck if she wasn't regretting it all now that you were willingly moving on.
Her eyes stung with the tears she'd been holding in since the night you walked out of her room, and she pushed you out of her life. She felt like she couldn't breathe, as if the walls were truly closing in on her, and trapping her in with her pain. As she'd watched you head off to get ready for your date, without even sparing her a glance, she knew she was losing you.
Fear still held her tightly in it's grasp, but you were more than worth the risk of venturing into the unknown, because truth be told she's already fallen, and she didn't take a parachute. Without you there to catch her, she'd likely crash and burn, as she honestly deserved. However, she wasn't one to give up easily; if this was truly her last chance she'd take it, and most importantly she wouldn't squander it.
"What are you waiting for?," Tony snapped at the still woman, and Natasha shook her head to bring herself back to the moment., "Go!," he instructed, then as if she were a mindless robot her legs moved her out of the room, and up many flights of stairs to get to you, arriving just in time as you exited your room in a stride.
The woman was already winded from the trek up, but once she saw you in that dress, you genuinely took her remaining breath away. She'd grown so used to seeing you in your mission suits, and lazy day sweats that she'd forgotten just how good you looked in a full on get up. Not that you were not pretty enough otherwise, because you were, but this specialty look really accentuated your natural beauty.
Natasha was so enamored by said beauty that she narrowly missed her window to stop you. The familiar dinging of the elevator pulled her from her stupor though, and with all the speed in the world she made it through the closing doors before you could safely descend in peace. The redhead cringed at your cold demeanor as she brought her eyes up to look into yours, but with the sudden drop of the machine she was aware she was on borrowed time., "Y/N..."
"Save it Natasha.," the bite in your tone was so out of character for you, it truly shattered her heart to know that she'd hurt you this badly., "Y/N, please..," she was desperate to explain herself, to tell you she was ready to love you how you truly deserved, but the valid anger was rolling right off you as you shouted., "No!"
"I fucking need you to listen to me, please!," Natasha yanked on the emergency button as she saw you staring in relief at the single digit numbers., "Natasha, what the actual fuck?!," she simply shrugged at your angered words, then she swiftly grabbed your outstretched hands, twisting you about until your arms were crossed over your body, and your back was slammed into the elevator wall., "Natasha..."
"Stop being so stubborn Y/N, and let me talk.," she shut your attempted warning down, and in a moment of calm before the storm you nod, far too curious to see where she's going with this elevator ambushing to not., "Thank you."
"I-.," she paused as she finally met your eyes, this is the closest she'd been to you in over a month, and that knowledge nearly causes her to crumble. The woodsy smell of your cologne, her favorite from your vast collection, hits her nostrils and tears brim in her eyes at all the associated memories that come with the scent., "Nat?," you were rightfully furious, but that didn't mean seeing her on the verge of tears didn't hurt you just the same., "What is it?"
"Please, don't go out with them...," her words are hardly even a whisper, but the closeness of her face to yours allows you audibility, and the settled anger brews with a renewed passion., "You can't be fucking serious right now Nat, you have no right to ask such a thing!," it hurt to see her flinch at your unfamiliar tone, but fuck if it didn't also feel good to air it all out.
"You're the one who ended this, actually no, you fucking iced me out like I was nothing to you, I was just a hole for you to fill until it got too fucking real for you.," your harsh words truly upset the redhead, because never in this entire time had she sought out to use you. Sure, she might've recently reacted adversely with all of her baseless flirting with others, but up until she got freaked out, she'd been only yours. She'd never even so much as looked at another person; how could she when you were always stood in the same room for her to gawk at?
Natasha watched with a blank stare as you suddenly made limited hand gestures before continuing on., "This was nothing, now move out of my way.," you attempted to shove her off, but she slammed you back into the cooled metal, causing you to involuntarily huff., "I said listen to me, not to speak out of turn.," you glared at her attempts at dominance, but you reluctantly gave into her as her hold tightened.
"This.," she dropped her hold on your hands to convey your message more clearly, her pointer finger pressing into your chest before her own., "Was far from nothing, and you know that!," she took in another shaky breath, hearing you say what you did really left her feeling broken. The anger you felt was valid, she even knew she deserved to be shamed, but that didn't stop the feelings of insecurity and pain from festering; holding onto her tattered heart without mercy.
"It was stupid, icing you out, but it happened. There's no undoing the past, no one knows that better than me Y/N, but fuck, hearing you talk about your date awoke something within me.," the truth in her gorgeous green eyes was far too overwhelming for you so you dropped her gaze, but she quickly remedied that by lifting your face back up so she could look into your eyes., "I already knew it was love when I couldn't fathom sleeping alone after having the pleasure of your warm body up against mine, and I can't go on another day pretending it's not all that I want or need, because I fucking need you Y/N."
The confession was all you'd ever wanted from her, the truth you'd always felt in her lingering touches, but were never likely going to hear. Finally hearing it though was bittersweet, to have needed some adverse cause to leave her lips made it hard to appreciate the sentiment. It left you at a loss for words, and Natasha even more desperate., "Please...say something."
"I-.," your lip began to tremble, the words you wanted to say hanging in the thick air as you lost all of your resolve. Crying for the first time really since that first night when you initially cried yourself to sleep; being angry was easier, but now, with her looking at you so tenderly, it was all you could do to breakdown before her., "I'm so sorry, I-I—fuck I can't believe I hurt you like this, please forgive me detka, please."
Natasha pulled your trembling body into her own, guiding your face into her neck, and she felt a bit better when you desperately wrapped your arms around her waist to pull her closer., "I'll do anything you need moya lyubov'.," she whispered, placing a shaky kiss to your temple, "I love you more than my access to words can explain, I need you more than Tony needs his Whiskey, or more than Steve needs an enema."
"Natasha, for the love of God.," you groaned at the mental image now flashing in your mind, but the lighthearted tone made her heart calm., "What? You always say he needs to pull the stick out of his pompous ass, I'm agreeing.," you giggled as she offered further explanation, then after a few short moments of that it was back to the tense silence, but she still felt relief as you hadn't shoved her away from you yet.
"Natasha?," she tensed at the use of her full name, but she pulled back slightly to face you, and the daunting symphony of her mistakes., "Yes detka?," you melted into her hands as they held your face so softly, even more so as she used the familiar Russian pet name for you., "What took you so damn long? Why couldn't you love me back then too? Why only now?"
The redhead sighed, but it didn't stop the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears., "I've never been good with consistency Y/N/N. All I've ever know was constant change, and how to hurt the people I was meant to love.," hearing her own words led to tears falling as she recalled Yelena, the first person who'd been broken by her selfishness, then she remembers her sisters forgiveness, and this all starts to feel a whole lot less intimidating for her.
"Please, do understand that just because I never said it before, that I've still loved you all along.," her rough thumb brushed away your steady stream of tears, while she continued telling you her truths., "I've needed you from the very beginning, it was an instantaneous feeling, I'd never experienced it before, and it scared me so much that it was now my truth."
"I've never needed anyone before, but when I lost you it was like everything around me was dulled.," her eyes matched her sentiment as you gazed into them, the light all but gone., "The warmth of the sun turned frigid with everyday I woke up without you by my side.," she shivered as if remembering the way it felt., "Coffee became bitter without your laughter filling the kitchen in the morning to sweeten it up as we ate our differing breakfast together.," you instantly smiled, remembering how she ate her boring toast and oatmeal with a black coffee, all while taunting you for using all the creamer in the place, essentially "tainting" the coffee, and your dental health as you usually coupled it with sugary cereals or confections.
"Nothing work's right without you Y/N, I'm bombing all my missions, I am not sleeping much or eating, I am unable to even think about anything else but how I hurt you.," she leaned her forehead to yours., "I'm in love with you, wholeheartedly so, and I will do whatever it takes to win you back Y/N. All I ask is that you don't see her tonight, cancel the date, and accompany me up to the rooftop instead."
Natasha pushed the emergency button back into the slot, falling into you briefly as the machine jolted, and in a moment of weakness both of your lips collided for a short embrace. Once the doors dinged the redhead pulled away from you, making quick steps to get to the exit., "Please consider it, I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven, but I'll be waiting up there until eight just in case Y/N.," and before you could even so much as think, let alone respond, she was gone, much like she'd been all month long.
The doors closed as your body didn't move to leave the elevator, instead you slid down the wall of it while tears fell down your cheeks., "Friday, take me back up to my room please.”
As soon as you entered your safe space you fell into the bed, screaming loudly as you thrashed. On the one hand, your heart only beat for that infuriating woman, but on the other hand you never know if it could beat for another if you had no choice but to move on. Except, you no longer found yourself forced to move on, all you’ve ever wanted was waiting on the rooftop, so you’re not sure why you couldn’t move.
The clock beside your bed read 7:45pm when you finally glanced on over at it, both of your offers for the night expired at 8pm, and so you got off the bed, fixed yourself up at the vanity, and once again entered the elevator, shakily telling Friday to take you to the desired floor.
When you made your way to the common room you saw Darcy looking a little hopeless, and it all faded away when she looked up at your face. A bright smile adorned her face now that you’d arrived, but she failed to see your sad gaze., “I’d thought we were going to miss the movie, but I think we’ll still make it if we leave now.,” her hand reached for yours, but when you were hesitant to grab hers she already knew., “Oh.”
“Darcy, I’m so sorry.,” she gently squeezed your hand while smiling at you., “Hey, don’t do that, I knew what I was up against when I asked you out, and I still tried because you’re worth it.,” she pulled you into her arms for a hug., “I’m just happy to know Romanoff finally figured that out, but don’t make it too easy for her either.,” she pulled away, chuckling along with you., “Wouldn’t dream of it.,” you two shared one more squeezing of your hands before she left out the door, and you made your way to the elevators to see about mending the past.
Natasha sat on the decorated floating bed with her head in her hands, the clock having already surpassed eight about fifteen minutes ago, and her body deflated with each minute that went. Pain began to gnaw at her chest once more, and the sobs she desperately tried to fight off came tumbling passed her trembling lips. It wasn’t anyone else’s fault but her own that you chose the likely safer bet of moving on, still she was cursing the gorgeous scientists name as her body shook so violently that the ding of the elevator went completely unnoticed by her.
Though she’s a spy, she failed to see you at all, so she gasped when two hands adorned with silver rings settled over her thighs, looking up with red eyes, and a torn up lip she saw you. Her hands reached out to ensure you were real, and not just her fucked up mind playing tricks on her, and when you settled your warms hands over her frigid ones she knew it was you., “Y-you came? What about Darcy?”
“Darcy’s amazing—truly, and she’s got never breaking my heart on her side.,” you noted the obvious and the woman bowed her head in shame., “But my God Nat, your touch alone ignites something within me that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find elsewhere.,” you took her hands off your face, maneuvering them until they were on your hips as you moved to straddle the woman on the floating bed.
“You’re like my soulmate or something Natty, I’d never believed in that kind of thing before this, but now I know it’s not only a fairytale.,” your fingers lifted her face up to meet yours, her emeralds glossed over in pain, but still as beautiful as ever as you gazed right into them., “I love you Natasha, with all my heart.,” her lip caught between her teeth to hold back a sob., “More importantly though, I forgive you.”
Natasha couldn’t bare it, your forgiveness was not deserved, but she was incredibly grateful. Her arms were tight as they wrapped around your waist to keep you close, and she began to whisper that same tired phrase., “I love you.,” over and over again. Increasingly afraid that if she didn’t say it, like all the times before, that you’d leave her alone in her deserved misery.
“Don’t say another word.,” you cut her off with your lips slamming to hers while you pushed her into the mattress., “Show me instead…,” Natasha wasted no time as she flipped you over, pressing you into the firm mattress, your reality soon began to blur as you were made to gaze up at the stars. The woman who owned your heart did as told, using her hands she loved you as she always should’ve, your mind slipping away from you as she never slowed down, you began to see beautiful constellations of your very own making as you closed your eyes, and gave Natasha all of you—for good.
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How to Mend What’s Broken
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Prompt
"I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you."
Warnings: Angst; Breakup, Jealous Nat.
This is the first of many ghost posts, I’m queuing up my requested blurbs/fics as I finish them, but I won’t really be here.
She'd thought you were bluffing, that this year long mission would be like any of the others, and that when she came home with flowers and chocolates that you'd just happily embrace her. That wasn't the case though, she came back to find you'd not only moved out of your shared apartment, but that you apparently moved on. Hearing it through her family, the one you now shared after half a decade together was hard, but actually seeing it was truly devastating.
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"Nat, if you go on the mission, then I'm gone.," the words replay in her fractured mind, on a continuous loop as she's forced to watch you dancing with another at Tony's New Year's party—it wasn't right, she felt nauseous seeing the way her hands sat on your hips, pulling you in for a kiss, and the worst part being the way you beamed back at her, pushing her fallen hair behind her ear, the same way you did hers.
Natasha could feel the bile rising up her throat, she couldn't stomach the sight of you two so happy together. Shifting on her feet she faced the bar again, chasing the obnoxious burning in her throat down with a different kind. She could hear you giggle from across the room, and in turn the next shot was thrown back. Every time she saw her hands on you flash in her mind another shot was taken, her high tolerance aside, the woman smelled like a distillery, and truly needed to be stopped.
"Sestra, slow down.," Yelena hissed, yanking the shot glass from her sister's hand, sending her a warning glare as she tried to grab it back., "Natasha, you made your choice, live with it.," The redheads shoulders deflated instantly at her words, because they were the ugly truth.
Months—you gave her so many of them to get it together, to finally put you first for once, but she continuously failed to do so, leaving you behind for those fleeting rushes of adrenaline, but that high she so desperately craved wasn't the same when she didn't have your arms to crash into after she finally returned home.
No, instead of welcome home cuddles, and whispers of 'I love you' between steamy kisses she's met with cold sheets, and nightmares. The kind that shows her how bleak her future is going to be without the love you two had fostered, she shakes her head as the aforementioned images began to flood her inebriated mind again., "It wasn't worth it."
Yelena clapped her sister on the shoulder, a smile riddled with pity sent her way., "Da, tupitsa, nakonets ty ponyal, teper' ispravlyay.," the redhead glared at her unbothered sister., "Good luck Natasha, you better succeed. I want my future sister in law back like yesterday."
(Yes dumbass, finally you understand, now fix it.)
Natasha didn't know how, or when, but she knew she'd get you back, because in the grand scheme of it all, you're definitely her soulmate. Part of her wondered if tonight might be the time, since she could feel your intense stare from a mile away, her heart even fluttered a bit at the premature hope it was filling up with.
It wasn't fair to your girlfriend, Clara, but you couldn't remove your gaze from your first love. The clueless girl was clinging to you, her head laying over your chest, and you hoped she didn't hear the skip in your heartbeat every time you got to see the other woman's face.
Natasha looked stunning in the black dress that clung to her every curve, the swell of her breasts visible to the naked eye due to the surprisingly low cut of the fabric. Part of you wondered if she did it on purpose, she had to have known you'd RSVP'd to the party, and as exciting as it is to know it might've been for you, you know she's no longer yours to gawk at.
Still, your eyes managed to linger on her all throughout the night, wandering her body in its entirety. Eventually catching the necklace that you got her for your second anniversary. Your fingers ghosted over the imprint of yours through your dress, causing your heart to ache, and for you to run off the dance floor as if you were Cinderella herself and the dreaded clock was about to strike midnight—which it was.
Natasha watched you run off the floor and onto the balcony, your hand clutching at your chest, and the other covering your mouth. To most you looked like you were going to be sick, but she knew you were trying to hold back the tears to keep your tough front up. She wasted no time running after you either, the door had barely shut before she was bursting through it, and catching the way your body shook with sobs, an ache consumed her as she watched all the pain she'd caused you come flooding right on out of you. It was painfully humbling...
"Natasha...," you went to tell her to leave, even if that's the opposite of what you wanted, you knew you needed her to go, because just one smile would be enough for you to crumble, and you didn't want that again. To be putty in her deceitful little hands, the ones that loved you so well on the sparingly good days, and left you craving so much more on the bulk of the rest., "I need you to...," the redhead however had other plans, ignoring you, and desperately blurting out a truth of her very own.
"I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you.," her voice was not but a whisper as she moved to cage your trembling body in between hers, and the balconies metal rail., "I love you so much Y/N—my precious little dove."
"Natasha, please.," your hands gripped the rail even tighter as you pleaded for her to stop, to walk away like she always does; to let you go., "Tell me to stop, to go," she pressed her lips to the nape of your neck., "I- I can't.," a tear left your eye as you shamefully crumbled at the simplest of affections. How could you not? Natasha's touch had the power to set your body alight with need, no one else could compare, and deep down you were content with that.
Without giving you room to slip away she was able to turn you to face her, a soft smile on her face., "But God, Nat, I desperately want to.," you shakily admitted, causing her face to fall., "because I deserve so much better.," though your voice cracked, the conviction in your eyes was strong, and a ghost of a smirk befell her face as she filled with pride at seeing you fight for yourself so very well., "I'll do better!"
She could see you already registered her words as empty., "Fuck, detka please, I'll do anything you want or need if it means you'll just be mine again.," your brows furrowed at the sight of her being so vulnerable, it wasn't foreign for her to be like this with you, but this public display of it by her surely was. It honestly made you more willing to listen, and maybe take her seriously.
"I-I can't sleep another night without you Y/N, that damn apartment could never be a home without your laughter filling it, and my heart.," she paused, frantically grabbing at your hand so that you could feel the organ's steady thumping beneath your fingertips., "It will never be whole again without yours beating beside it, do you feel that? How hard it's beating against my ribcage? That's all you. Without you it's forever been out of sync."
Silence followed up the Russian's monologue. It consumed the air around the both of you, but it wasn't suffocating, the party was thankfully silenced by the compound's thick panes of glass, and the streets below were just quiet. The world continued to fade away as you stared into her gorgeous, viridescent eyes, and felt her heart beating in sync with your very own. If not for Natasha leaning in you're certain you could've been lost in her gaze for an eternity.
Natasha bit back a sob as the hand on her chest lightly pushed her back, fear of your incoming rejection rising steadily, but then she watched you smile as your hand slid over to the charm. A golden chain with her trademark spider dangling from it, your initials engraved in the bottom of the piece, and the color of your eyes matched the color of the jewel adorning it., "You kept it?," she frowned immediately., "I'd never dream of taking it off, it's a part of me as much as you are Y/N; a testament to our love."
To prove her point she gently tugged on your own chain, pulling the nearly identical charm from where it was hidden beneath your clothes. She smirked at your nervous fiddling while also admiring the piece that mirrored hers, the gem was an emerald, and her thumb ran over the markings that were her own on the bottom., “You kept it?,” she teasingly threw your words back at you causing you to pout., “Well yeah, it was really expensive.,” you groaned playfully, but she saw the way you clutched onto it as she dropped it, safely returning it to beneath your clothing., “Plus, it was all I had left of you.”
“Y/N, you have all of me.,” her thumb lovingly stroked over the apple of your cheek, you melted into the affection with so much ease that the former assassin nearly broke down. You’ve always put your unwavering faith in her, and that’s one of the many reasons she fell for you—hard and fast. The Avengers title, and culmination of her past meant nothing to you. To you she was Natty, with the strong arms, hot smirk, with horrible cooking abilities, and to her you were the definition of everything. Your soft voice pulled her out of her reverie., “Are your sure Nat? Because I can’t go back to being your second choice, I won’t do it.”
“You never were Y/N/N.,” she quietly admits, and before she could try to kiss you again you moved to whisper in her ear., “I’m no cheat Natalia, give me a few minutes, maybe let the Winter chill calm the ants in your pants, hm?,” she rolled her eyes, then smirked as you stared back at her skeptically., “Ants aren’t all I have in these pants by the way.,” she winked, then cackled as you subtly flipped her off before venturing off to find your unfortunate date.
Natasha watched over the city of New York, every second you were gone a spike of panic shot through her. What if the woman isn’t all that understanding? What if she hurts you? Before her mind could make her travel to rescue you the door slid open, she turned on instinct, but also she was feeling a bit hopeful., “Catch me!,” you squealed, running full force at the slightly sobered redhead, she mirrors your excitement as she spins you around though, then she tries to kiss you again in the thrill of the moment, but your finger slips in between your lips and she groans., “What is it now?”
“The countdown.,” you huffed, and she listened closely to hear all the shouting from indoors., “10,9,8…,” she tapped your dangling legs, and you got the message to wrap them around her., “3,2,1… Happy New Year!!!,” your cheers were abruptly brought to a close as Natasha’s lips met yours in a needy way, but you certainly weren’t going to complain, especially not when your ability to have done so was sullied by the tongue that was pretty much down your throat.
The kiss was messy, it’d been 387 days since she’d last been able to kiss you like this, and if you were aware at all you’d better be preparing for a long night, her roaming hands a sign that she isn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. Not that you’d want her to, your body was a squirming mess beneath hers as she’d laid you on a lounging chair, then quickly mounted you. Her lungs burned, but it wasn’t until you had tapped at her shoulder that she retracted with a displeased growl, reluctantly allowing you to breathe while she admired the dishevelment.
“To new beginnings.,” she whispered against your lips with a smirk as you panted wildly. Your eyes squinted as her bright phone screen was brought up to your face, the words slowly coming together as your cognition returned with each gasp of oxygen you inhaled., “Nat?,” your lip wobbled as you read it, and she leaned down to kiss you again, but far more tenderly like your quivering voice told her you needed., “Effective immediately detka; I’m all yours.,”
“No more missions?,” you sought out clarity with a bright smile and nervous stomach, and your beautiful woman beamed down to you, nodding her head while cupping your cheeks. The soft look she gave you warmed your heart, but you were a bit more focused on the way your entire body warmed at her great news., “Please, take me home Natasha.,” her eyes widened when your breathy plea came out, surveying your eyes she could see the lust at the forefront, so she scooped you up, and ran., “Whatever my detka wants, she fucking gets.”
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Unwelcome Surprise…
Natasha Romanoff x FemHill!Reader
Carol Danvers x Maria Hill
Lessons Learned (Part 2)
Natasha’s an idiot, Tony’s an even bigger one, and Y/N’s an emotional wreck who needs a little help from her friends.
SMUT | 18+ | MINORS DNI ‼️
Angsty as fuck!!! Gaslighting... Abandonment.
18+ !! Heavy Smut!!
"Hate" fuck!!!, Oral/Face riding(Reader), Degrading commentary, Fingering(Both), Breast/Thigh fixation/marking(!!)
Tony Stark, total genius to the world, but ever the idiot to anyone who actually knows him. He's never been one for minding his own business, so when he stumbled upon a random woman who shared a namesake with his teammate he sent her an invite to a Stark party.
"Y/N Romanoff... Let's see if you're as hot as your potential relative..." The billionaire murmurs to himself while he tinkers with his damaged suit, and instructs Friday to send the invitations to the 'Post Deadly Mission Party'.
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You stepped out to collect the mail while your three year old incessantly babbled your ear off, mussing your hair up with his animated hands, as he sat comfortably upon your hip.
"Is that right?" You gasp enthusiastically in an effort to encourage him as you stand on your porch steps and sort through your mail.
Laura stepped outside to wave your way, but you were busy glaring at the envelope in your hand, and then your son stilled in your arms once he saw Nate.
"Mama!!! 'Loot!!" Mason squealed, and you swiftly let his squirming form down once you spotted his built in bestfriend eagerly waiting for him.
"Any word from Nat yet?" Laura questions you with a sympathetic look and you shrug, passing an envelope her way then proceeded to sort through the rest of the mail.
"If she thinks inviting me to a party with her team is going to make me forgive her after three months of silence then she's surely mistaken... Here I am, worried sick about her, and she's apparently living it up with her pals."
"I thought she wanted to keep you all a secret?" Laura—ever the skeptic, states with a perplexed expression.
"Yeah, she's clearly just all over the place Laur'... Leaving me all alone for months at a time, then making me feel like I'm the one in the wrong when I ask for just the slightest bit more of her time. Then Lily hears us arguing, and winds up resenting me come morning when Nat's gone off on a mission to escape me. It's just, I don't think she even wants me anymore."
"Y/N/N, she's never exactly been good at expressing herself, but anyone with eyes could see how much she loves you..."
"Yeah, that's still not an excuse for treating me like I'm easily expendable. This just wasn't where I saw myself, you know? Tucked away on a farm, raising our kids while she runs away from me any chance she gets. I dreamed of traveling the world, broadening my horizons and experiencing the world in all its glory. Then I gave all of that up for this shared dream of having a family together, but she's not living up to her end, and it's turned into a nightmare.”
"Do you ever tell her any of this?"
"All the time..." You sigh out, running your hands through your hair to try to air out your sweaty scalp.
"She either tries to screw me into silence, or gaslights me into feeling bad for making her feel 'guilty' for keeping our world safe."
Laura's face reddens at your candid statement, and you sheepishly smile her way, then the two of you just laugh it off.
"Y/N, just go to the party, try to fix this, because I can't keep watching you mope around anymore. Take the extended olive branch, and if she doesn't work with you, wack her over the head with it." She muses, then you chuckle at her attempt to cheer you up.
"What about Lily and Mason?"
"Sounds like it's time for a sleepover." She shouts in mock excitement and you playfully roll your eyes before going to prepare over the night bags.
"Plus, I'm sure you'll get to see Maria, who I'm certain must miss you." She adds on, which is the icing on the cake because you missed your older sister beyond normalcy.
Lily was more than pleased to find out that she got to get away from you for a night, collecting her bag without so much as a goodbye. Mason was giddy as can be when you had told him that he got to sleep with Nate in his car bed. However, he cried and tried to chase your car down when he realized it meant you were going to be gone.
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Natasha just got back from a grueling mission of her own, one that had spanned the length of three months. Deep undercover missions used to be her absolute favorite thing, but then you and the kids came along and now she detests them. In the moment accepting the mission felt right, after the horrible fight she had started got out of hand, she just needed to get out of the house. Watching the pain swirling around your eyes had hurt her immensely, and to know it was her doing nearly broke her completely.
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As you settle into your hotel for the night you dump your bag onto the bed and curse your wife for the last minute invite. She couldn't just call you to invite you—no, she sends mail to your farm that only gets deliveries twice a week; the supposed extended olive branch seems more like a brittle twig at the moment.
You're currently staring at the clothes scattered across the bed, torn between wearing a skirt with a crop top, or the fancy dress you'd pointlessly purchased to wear for your tenth anniversary last month. No matter how much you two fight, she'd never missed any of your important milestones; this time around she did though, and she did it without even a text message thrown your way. Your 'Wish you were here, I love you Nat...' had gone unread and your heart nearly shattered when it did. Nerves start to overtake you as you second guess your decision to even go.
Why should it always be you making the effort to fix things?
Maybe this time you could leave her waiting on you, so she could know how it felt, but then you'd have to lie to Laura, and there's no getting away with that. So you scream into a pillow before settling on the dress then heading off to take a shower, hopeful it will calm your nerves.
While putting the deep forest green halter dress on you'd been admiring the way your body looked, having missed being able to have a reason to dress up. The sound of your phone pinging pulled you out of your feelings though. Opening the phone you saw it was a set of messages from Laura with attached images, your collective brood were lying under a pillow fort in the living room surrounded by snacks. Wide smiles upon their faces, then a simple:
*Get your assassin, and bring her home. 😉*
With an eye roll and quick reply sent you slipped your phone into your bag then set off to hail a cab so that you'd arrive fashionably late to the event. Stepping into the building had left your skin crawling at the sheer size of the guest list. Celebrities were scattered all around the room, but your eyes were too busy searching for your wife to even acknowledge them.
After what felt like years of searching you'd found her situated behind the bar, hand over her coworkers while she laughed at something she had said. Despair had been what hit you first, having always been worried you weren't enough for the assassin, even with the constant reassurances. Once your wife parted from her place you'd approached the bar and took the vacant stool next to the woman.
"Scotch on the rocks please."
The bartender that had just arrived nodded, then the blonde beside you turned to you with a curious gaze, subsequently opening her mouth and instantly falling into your trap.
"Rough day?"
"More like rough year." You bitterly chuckle out while taking a stiff drink from your glass, allowing the liquid to really burn.
"Care to elaborate?" She asks in a teasing tone, clearly looking for the gossip of the century.
"Nothing special really, just a smidge of trouble in paradise. You know, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not entirely sure why they even call it paradise. Marriage is more like when you get a new job, heart overflowing with hope, and you're thinking it's going to be all you dreamed of. Then a few months have gone by, and your boss grows horns as they usually do, and you find yourself in a new version of hell."
"Jesus..." She snorts, her calloused hands instinctually falling to your exposed back in an attempt to comfort you.
The gesture sends shivers down your spine, causing your heart to twinge with guilt, turning in a kind attempt to remove her touch from your skin.
"Enough about me, how about you tell me about you? I don't want to scare you off from love, I promise it's not all bad."
"Oh, my dear girl, I am but a hopeless sap, so you're not going to scare me off that easily. Actually I'd sat down here to collect a drink for my girlfriend and I before an angry woman with an uncanny resemblance to her had cut me in line."
"Carol?!" You gasp, and the women smirks at the way the realization washes over your face.
"Yeah, this isn't exactly how I thought we'd meet, regardless it's indeed lovely to meet you. I'm guessing Natasha's in the dog house then? I'd heard Maria ripping her a new one before she had took off on that undercover mission, but I've learned to not ask when it came to you."
"Yeah, she came home after months away to pick a fight, then took off on a mission with no word to me, which in turn caused her to miss our anniversary and son's third birthday. Then apparently she made it home intact, but chose to go partying."
"In her defense—not to say she deserves it, but she did only just land two hours ago, and before she could get her stuff out of lockup Stark swept her off in the direction of her room here telling her attendance was mandatory and that he had a surprise for her."
That couldn't be right, because if she was gone until today then who the fuck would've sent the invitation to you?
Carol saw the panic written all over your face, concern immediately consuming her as she saw you struggling to breathe, and she was quick to tap her necklace three times before she tried to figure out what was wrong with you.
Maria had been sat on a couch, scrolling through her old text messages from you, admiring the pictures of your kids while Natasha sat beside her with her head in her hands.
"'Ria, I can't be here any longer, you need to help me escape..."
"Tasha, you're a trained spy, and a level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D agent, if you wanted out you'd be gone. Stop pretending you're not terrified of my sister, because as someone who grew up with her I honestly think you should be."
"It's just, the mission was only supposed to be a month... I was so angry in the moment, but then I went and missed two major milestones. They're the one thing I ever did right, and now I might lose her and the family I'd dreamed of all because I never felt deserving of it."
"That's a shitty cop out Natasha, whether you felt worthy enough or not, you had time before you started a family with her. Y/N's dreams were always so vibrant growing up, through all the hell we'd been put through she had still remained so bright. Never once did she dream about motherhood, but once she met you her dreams evolved to fit yours, and all she wanted was to give you that family. You royally fucked up here, so be prepared for the consequences."
Natasha went to rebut, but she simply fell short in terms of a comeback, and then Maria was jumping to her feet with her fingers twiddling with her necklace.
"Carol needs me, I have to go."
"I'm coming too."
Maria said nothing in support of this, but she didn't stop her from following either.
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Tony was bouncing on his feet like a petulant child on Christmas morning once Friday had informed him that you'd arrived. A nano tracker strategically placed onto your invitation so that he'd be able to track your arrival, and now he was about to put you into the direct spotlight.
Never once did it cross the playboy's mind that this could be a bad idea, because had you really just been a random civilian, well at least now you could say you met the Avengers, right?
Before Maria, and the sulking redhead trailing behind her could reach Carol to help with her unknown dilemma the lights in the room had shut off, then one singular ray illuminated the party stage and the drunken man stood on it.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and folks of all creeds, I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my reactor for making it out tonight. This is the first time in over three months that all us Avengers were able to be in the same room together, and I just think that's worth an elaborate celebration." He greets the crowd, receiving a gentle roar of cheers that he allowed to die down before continuing.
"Now, before I allow this kick-ass party to resume I'd like to make a special introduction. Agent Romanoff...."
He paused for dramatic effect, spotlight landing upon the former assassin, causing every hair on her body to stand at attention in nervous anticipation for what the idiot on the stage had planned for her.
"When I was tinkering around with my suit's, and running my weekly scan of all of our surnames through databases Friday stumbled upon something rather interesting..."
At the sound of his words both Natasha and Maria's heads turned to take in his smirking face, their expressions grim at the obvious thought.
"So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you all to a Miss Y/N Romanoff! How about we see if there's any resemblance to our redhead." He excitedly slurs into the microphone.
Before you could even begin to register his words over your dwindling panic you were being blinded by a rather bright light. This attention only spurred on another roll of panic, causing you to literally vomit up the granola bar you'd munched on this morning all over the floor before your sisters girlfriend feet.
"Okay, so apparently she's not a fan of the spotlight... My apologies honey..."
Tony holds off from gulping in front of the crowd at the sight of the women glaring daggers through him, he's not entirely sure what he'd done yet, but he knew that his life was very much on the line because of it.
"LET'S PARTY!!!" He shrieks in an attempt to reroute everyone's focus, then does his best to fade into the crowd that began jumping along to the music once more.
Natasha made a beeline for the bar, where she was now scooping you up like she'd done all those years back on your wedding night and simply carried you off to the closest private space; while Maria and Carol went after the idiot that quite literally put a target on your back and your safety at risk.
—
Natasha sat your sobbing form down on the couch, painfully watching you curl in on yourself as she herself paced around the room.
"Baby, what are you doing here? We had—."
"Don't call me that.." You reply venomously.
"Baby please, I know I messed up, but please don't shut me out."
Her pathetic pleads are met with your incredulous laughter.
"Shut you out? That's fucking rich coming from you, miss vow of fucking silence."
"Moya lyubov', please hear me out..."
Far too exhausted to fight anymore you simply hummed a broken tune, urging her to go on, while hugging yourself for comfort.
"Fury had said it was only supposed to be a month, and then when it was underway I was too deep to pull out when it got extended out. The whole time I was away I'd spent reflecting on that pointless fight I started with you. I'm so incredibly sorry for how I've been acting, not a day went by that I didn't cry over being away from you all."
Her fingers were nervously fidgeting as she took in a sudden shaky breath before continuing on.
"When our anniversary had hit I was an inconsolable wreck, unable to even complete my tasks for that day. The same mess occurring of me last week when Liam's birthday passed and I couldn't celebrate with my beautiful family. Moya lyubov', I'm going to take time off, Fury's approved me for an entire year, and of course I'm taking it so that we can all travel the world together. It'll be perfect, a dream come true."
Once she finished her pathetic attempt at an apology you were feeling an entire slurry of emotions. Three months ago, and this would've worked on you, but now you'd decided that she needed the reality check of a century. So, even if all you wanted to do was throw yourself into her arms after all these months you had to refrain. Natasha stared at you expecting you to melt into her open arms, but judging by the look in your eyes she knew it wasn't going to go in the direction that she'd hoped.
"Sorry can't fix those nights that I spent alone without comforting arms to hold me while I instead cried myself to sleep." You lightly choke out, failing miserably at containing your sadness, but within a moments notice the same sadness fuels your anger as you get everything off your chest.
"Or will it save me from those nights where I felt worthless, like when I messaged you on our anniversary and received nothing... You never told me it was a no contact mission, hell you didn't even tell me what you were doing at all. For all I know you were out fucking other women."
"Hey! You will not insinuate that I am a cheater! I would never..." Natasha interrupts, heart absolutely ripped to shreds at the notion, but the brokenness behind your shielded gaze has her quieting down once more.
"Nor the irreparable damages those fights have caused to our daughters view of me. She adores the ground you walk on, and all she ever sees is me driving you away. So then I find myself overwhelmed with the toddler who has formed an unhealthy attachment to my hip and the hatred thrown at me on the daily by Lily."
Natasha blinks in quick succession as your angry words come flying out, fighting off an onslaught of tears as she hears how her piss poor abilities to process her anger have somehow transferred over to your daughter
"So, Natasha, while you were crying over your own regrettable choice to run, I was left crying myself to sleep every night over every single mess your decisions had left in their wake. "
"I'm so sorry, please, I'll do anything to fix us... Let's go home, I'll hold you close just like you deserve. I'll talk to Lily—I'll fix this mess, I promise we'll have our happily ever after..."
"This might come as a surprise to you Nat, but that's just not how this is going to go. So long are the days where I just bend to your will, and forgive you in favor of a days worth of your time. You should go home though, collect our kids from Laura, maybe even spend some one on one time with them because lord knows they sure do miss you."
"And what about you?" She questions incredulously over the lump in her throat, tears starting to fall as it finally dawns on her that this will be harder than she thought, the easiness of fixing things is a way of the past.
"I'm sorry, but that's just not your concern." Your flat response comes out, shocking the woman to her core.
"You're the love of my life, the mother of my children and still my fucking wife so it definitely is my concern."
The anger she'd tried to hold at bay in lieu of a civil conversation was quickly getting the better of her—as per the course, the simple thought of you leaving her has the woman full on spiraling. Never had she imagined a reality where you weren't by her side, little did she want to acknowledge that was already the life you'd obviously grown accustomed to, the life she'd been forcing you to live.
"I'm not sure how true any of that is anymore Natasha..."
Something snaps in the shell of a woman sat before you at the words you spit out in the heat of the moment. One second she's crying on the ottoman, the next she's grabbing your hips, slamming you into a wall, and kissing you as if her life depended on it—which for her, it does. This is always her final tactic, if her words fail her which is almost always the case, she uses her mouth in other ways to change your mind.
The anger that had been festering within you for the last year and a half outweighs the lust. Turned on by her actions though, you choose to finally give her a taste of her own medicine, using her body as she's done to you countless times. Using your hands to brutally grip at her waist you move to shove her onto the couch with no care whatsoever.
Natasha gasps at the action, but her mind is too far gone to notice the look in your eyes is beyond the lust of the situation, it's a mix of so much: lust, rage, a desperate need for revenge, all fueled by a deep seeded hurt...
Lips meet with just as much force, your tongue forcing its way into her mouth, exploring the nearly forgotten territory, pulling needy whines from the redhead as your hips roll against her own as you bite down then suck upon her tongue. Natasha's hands work quickly to bunch up your dress, moaning against your lips as soon as she feels your bare cunt, clearly she's trying her hardest to regain a semblance of control here. It's to no avail though as you pull back from her lips, dragging her bottom lip out as you do.
"Tell me Natty, did you miss me?"
"Yes detka, I missed you so much." She groans, frantic in the way she is bucking her hips up, hands on yours to move you in time with her, creating the much needed friction, and showing you just how desperate for you she truly is...
"How much?" You coax out of her, wanting to feel the desperation in your bones before you give in to her; your dainty fingers trailing the expanse of her exposed arms, leaving behind a scattering of goosebumps in their wake.
"So, so much detka, I was fucking miserable. Spent so many nights alone, working my fingers through my folds but it never worked because it wasn't you..." She admits in a frustrated set of whimpers, lips desperately moving against your collarbones as she works to bite her marks into your supple skin.
Bitterly you chuckle while pulling back from her hold, her eyes confused at your sudden change in demeanor, but before she can start to overthink you're using your hands to shove her onto her back, then traveling up her body to straddle her face with your gorgeous thighs.
Natasha's always been weak for your thighs, she could truly spend hours between them; biting into the plush skin while teasing you; tightly gripping them whenever she has to force them to stay open when you're too sensitive to do it on your own. Many nights she'd even fall asleep with her face smushed against one, so it comes as no surprise when she's eagerly wrapping her arms around them.
"Don't fucking touch..." You growl out, swatting her hands away before lowering your dripping cunt onto her awaiting mouth.
Hand tangled within her short red locks you use your firm grip to stabilize yourself so that you can fuck yourself by means of her face, bouncing vigorously with only your pleasure in mind as you work yourself up to your climax. Drenching her face in your slick, using your hold on her head to angle her face just right to receive pressure upon your sensitive bundle. Loud moans filling the tiny room as your wife's muffled groans cause pleasurable vibrations against your lower lips.
Pangs of arousal being sent to her very own core at the idea of being used by you, no more than a means for your impending climax. Although she'd wanted nothing more than to touch you—to please you, it'd be a lie to say Natasha's head wasn't absolutely spinning from your newfound display of dominance.
When your movements began to get sloppy Natasha ignored your earlier warnings, and you were too fucked out to care. Gripping onto your thighs tightly, she was somehow pulling you even further against her face and using her tongue the way she knew you preferred it. Pulling you to the edge in the way only she ever could; your loud mewls evidence of that, and the sole reason for her slick covered thighs.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck...."
Natasha moans against your already sensitive core once the pit in your abdomen finally bursts, your hips stuttering as your abundant release rolls down her tongue, coating her throat and the majority of her face.
With her tight grip on your thighs she's able to flip you onto your back, face still buried in between your legs as she continues to relish in all your cunt has to offer; the smell of you beyond intoxicating, the insatiable need to taste you, the way that you're pulsing around nothing, and on how she plans to change that.
Her lips move to place open mouthed kisses upon your thighs, glistening love bites being left as she follows them up with her tongue, soothing your skin while collecting your slick. As she moves up your body her fingers play around your entrance, lightly tracing over it before suddenly thrusting three fingers into you as her lips attach to your perky nipple.
Her harshly sucking, and occasionally biting down has you arching your back, forcing even more of your breast into her mouth, and she's definitely not complaining; she'll take every last piece of you there is to offer.
Therein lies the problem...
Nearly forgetting yourself you allow your wife to worship your body the way she's done so many times before. Desperation for release driving the both of you, neither of you having really been fucked like this in nearly a year, because the nonstop fighting had always thrown a wrench in your love making plans.
Once her lips travel up, eventually landing upon your own everything seemed to slow down. Reality severely misconstrued as she pours every last ounce of her love into you, soft lips move against yours tenderly, while her fingers perfectly move within you with similar care, gliding effortlessly over your wet walls.
This new softness to her movements spurs on a sudden influx of emotions, fresh, hot tears begin to pool in the corners of your eyes as she begins to melt your anger back into its original source of sadness. Natasha feels the sudden way in which you gasp between the blending of your lips, pulling back she hovers over you, observing the sadness in your expression, and her heart clenches at the clear understanding that this is on her.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you like this..." She whispers, slender fingers still continuing their same brutal pace, palming over your clit as she leans forward to kiss your forehead.
"I'm here... I'm not going anywhere..." She whispers in promise, fingers curling in a come hither motion as she continues to pump into you in the hopes that she can bring you to the edge of bliss—to love you through this pain.
Her words have the opposite effect though, serving more so as the reminder that had she just stayed none of this would be happening. Neither of you would be working this hard to repair what was never meant to be broken.
"I love you..."
Those intimate words end up falling from her lips at the exact same moment that your entire body spasms from beneath her, your second orgasm far more intense than the last—hitting you like a ton of bricks; eyes rolling to the back of your head, while your walls clench so tightly that they hold the woman's fingers hostage.
After the high has run its course your arched body collapses against the couch, but Natasha's stilled fingers remain inside you as she places wet kisses to your heated skin, repeatedly whispering 'I love you' with each one she lays.
Eyes shooting open the moment you feel her tears fall onto your cheek, cascading across your skin on its way to blend in with your own. Her pained gaze is intense once your eyes lock, you almost feel sorry for her, but the settled rage slowly begins to simmer again.
Who does she think she is crying like this?
Is she seeking your sympathy for a problem she herself manifested?
Fucking pathetic...
"I love you too..."
As soon as the raspy words leave your mouth she's slamming her lips to your own, you lazily reciprocate the passionate kiss, planning to let it go on until you feel you have the strength to flip the positions.
Saying those words to her was hard, it's not because they weren't true—of course they were, but because giving her this sense of false hope isn't something you're exactly big on. Natasha's always struggled with processing her feelings, hell, it's why you're here to begin with. However, you're not doing this forgive and forget shit anymore, you're going to stick to the original plan and give her back what she's repeatedly given you—a false sense of security.
Wrapping your legs around her waist, you quickly shift and cause the both of you to tumble off the couch and onto the carpet. Natasha groans at the impact, but quickly smiles as she looks up to see you smirking.
"Yeah... I guess I deserved that..." She playfully grumbles before reaching up to pull your lips back to her own, and sighs at the way you move against her with less reservations than before.
For a brief moment you pretend like it's all okay, because for a second it kinda feels like it is. Your hands are quick to remove her dress, eyes widening as soon as you're blessed with the sight of her gorgeous, voluptuous breasts, perfectly ready to be marked up.
Natasha's breasts to you are the equivalent of your thighs to her, and the redhead is more than aware of this as she plans to tease you. Hands groping at the easily moldable skin, pressing them up and tracing her calloused fingers over her nipples in an enticing manner, drawing a needy whimper from her own lips, and driving you absolutely crazy.
"Hands off!" You warn, gripping her wrists to throw her arms to the side of her body before leaning down to harshly bite into the plush skin.
"Fuck..." She shrieks as the pain instantly sets in.
"That's the plan..." You cockily murmur over the pert nipple in your mouth, happily sucking upon it while your hand begins its descent.
Fingers lightly dancing across her smooth skin as they travel down her body, within a moments time she is squirming under your touch as you graze your fingers over her panty covered slit.
"Shit, you're fucking soaked through Natty..." You gasp, finding it rather shocking how aroused she actually is, a subtle hint to you that your lovers apparently been truly holding out on how rough she actually likes it.
While continuing to absolutely destroy her breasts, your fingers push her panties to the side, swiftly sliding into her with no resistance, stroking her walls as you slowly build her up. Natasha's chest heaves from beneath you as your lips work to leave no skin untouched, and skilled fingers continue their ministrations from down below. With every new bite to her skin you feel as her walls flutter around you.
"Just can't control yourself, mindless fucking whore that you are..."
You darkly laugh out over the extremely loud squelching noises that are coming from between your wife's widespread legs as she enthusiastically meets your thrusts, your fingers continuing to be sucked into her dripping cunt.
"You're just so fucking needy..."
"Mhm..." Natasha hums, far too lost in the pleasure of it all to realize what it is you're actually saying.
Her eyebrows furrow, mouth falling open as strangled moans leave her, it's apparent that she's nearing her climax by the way her walls continue to clench around your digits. Fingers scissoring from within, applying pleasurable pressure against her walls to finally push her over the edge, and for a fleeting moment you allow her to enjoy it. Thoroughly enjoying the way that your name repeatedly flies out of her mouth in between a choked melody of curses.
"...I can't fucking do this anymore..."
Finally, you whisper the words that have been painfully etched into your brain for months; the last thing she'd said to you before she left. Abruptly you pull your fingers out of her, leaving her high ruined, and her eyes snap open as the realization washes over her.
"Detka wait!" She whimpers, scrambling to her feet on shaky legs, attempting to reach you but you're somehow already halfway out the door.
Your mask nearly crumbles as you hear the desperation in her voice, and if you were to turn to face her you're certain you'll crumble.
Which is exactly why you keep your body turned away from her as you mutter out a cryptic little goodbye.
You'll break down when you get to Maria's...
"Laura's sort of expecting us in the morning, and when she asks why I'm not there please feel free to tell her that the supposed olive branch was nothing more than a rotting twig."
Natasha crumbles in on herself when the door slams shut, her foreseeable reality bleak, and the agony that she feels quickly consumes her. She really thought it was all going to be okay, she'd make love to you like no other time before, and take a step back from Avenging, but it appears she was too late. Her sobs only seeming to increase the more she thinks about what a life without you would look like.
After hours of unending sobbing she finally picks herself up off the ground, straightens herself out, then hops onto her motorbike for the long journey "home" without a single look back. Nothing more than the harsh winds there to dry her tears now...
Only one thought on her mind as she recklessly weaves through traffic; there's no such house that could ever be a home without you presently in it...
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I’ll Be Home For Christmas…
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
… If Only in my Dreams… (Part 2)
Warnings: Meanish/Distrusting Yelena, Violence, Blood, Pushy Men, Angsty/Open Ending.
Smut: Fingering(R), Oral (R), Mommy (N), Detka (R), Praising!!, Teasing, Marking, and Nipple Stimulation.
18+ | Minors DNI
"My love, it's okay, I can assure you that Eliana and Jackson will be perfectly fine at Clint's for the week.," you smiled softly at your wife, doing your best to convince her that leaving your six month old daughter, and two year old son behind is a forgivable offense., "It's not worth it.," she huffs, and you shake your head., "Anything to get Yelena to stop staring daggers into me whenever she visits is worth it.," you muse lightheartedly, but the redhead sees straight through the facade and to your hurt.
Of course she wants Yelena to trust you, but it doesn't feel like enough of a reason to head off into the snowy tundra's of Russia; to the same motherland that only ever brought them pain. Still, in a weird way it also offered them a bit of comfort, and that happens to be exactly why you chose this destination. You'd wanted to meet Yelena on a turf that was familiar to her, where she knew the lay of the land and you didn't—offering her that extra bit of security, and hoping that if by just knowing more than you she would feel a smidgen safer.
Natasha threw the luggage into the trunk, and watched as you rocked your daughter to calm her knowing cries. Eli had always been so perceptive, anytime Nat had to leave for a mission before her recent retirement the infant would wail. You could calm her fine, but Nat had always had the special touch to soothe her. She swiftly made her way back to you, scooping up your son so he'd not feel left out, she then pulled you and Eli in for a group hug., "Moya milaya malen'kaya sem'ya, kak zhe ya tebya lyublyu.," and at the sound of her mama's voice Eli's cries faded into sniffles, and as her face was no longer blanketed by the shade of the hug you could see she'd regained her peace.
(My sweet little family, oh how I love you.)
"That's so unfair.," you whined while settling into the passenger side of the car, shifting in your seat you pulled your knees to your chest, and looked over to pout up at your wife. She looked to you with stern eyes, but the slight amusement was readable in her soft smirk., "Detka, sit properly—that's really dangerous.," you groaned, putting your feet back down, then she rewarded you with a peck to your lips, "You're such a mom...," she simply shook her head at your childish behaviors, then she started the car and began the hour long journey into the city to meet Yelena at the compound where a quinjet was waiting for all.
As soon as she parked the car in Tony's garage she tapped your shoulder to wake you up, she watched you in pure adoration as you stretched out your limbs, much like your cats Liho and Bonnie usually do every morning beside you., "Good morning sleeping beauty.," she teased, and you smiled widely at her, meeting her halfway when you saw her leaning in for a kiss. She hummed against you, more than satisfied with the cherry chapstick that adorned your pillow soft lips. Had it not been for the loud knock on your window that startled you away from your wife she'd likely have stayed here lazily making out with you for at least an hour.
Yelena stood off to the side, her arms were folded over her chest, and she wore the signature scowl you'd grown accustomed to. It was designed with you in mind—the American woman that was allowed to love her sister, but had apparently waited years to make a move. To her it makes no sense, why did it take you three years to make it official? Not only that, but she’s yet to see what possibly could’ve drawn Natasha to you—you were her opposite.
Yelena had no faith in you, she trusted you just as much as she did Dreykov, and even then she at least knew what to expect with the sleaze ball. With you it was all sunshine's, and rainbows, but she was truly convinced it was all a ploy; no one is that happy. It felt to her as if you were only here to give Natasha a false sense of security, and in the end it would be revealed that you were just another person sent to ruin the redheads life and to break her heart. She was here to see to it that you didn’t have that chance, she just needed to find proof.
It was irrational, especially when Natasha had repeatedly told her herself that you were true, but until Yelena could truly understand you she would never be able to believe it. Because even when she sees you with your shared kids, everything in her says you're only just playing the part of a doting wife, and adoring mother. Yelena found this trip, that was your idea, to be the perfect opportunity to seek out her truth. Because if her deep suspicions reign true then she would have no problem killing you in her home country for her sister's sake.
Natasha got out of the car first, hugging her sister tightly while you collected the luggage., "Vesti sebya.," You then greeted Yelena with a friendly smile and wave, but all you got in return was a curt nod before the blonde was making her way to the quinjet., "This is going to be harder than I thought.," you quietly muttered to yourself, but of course your wife heard it, and in turn she brought you in for a tight hug, and a reassuring kiss., "This will either work or it won't moya lyubov', and if it doesn't then it's her loss, because I mean it that this is her final chance to come around."
(Behave)
Disagreeing with your wife would've been of no use, you knew that when she said something so profound that she meant it. Yelena's on her last leg with her sister, so you were going to do all you could this week to convince the blonde you were of no threat to your wife, kids, nor her.
The flight to Russia was long, even with the jet cutting it in half, so most of the time you spent sleeping in your wife's lap while the jet flew itself. Natasha ran a hand up and down your side while reading a book she'd been waiting for all year, all the while ignoring her sister's harsh glares until she was annoyed enough.
"Ona ne vrag.," Natasha suddenly spoke, causing Yelena to move her glare up from you., "My uvidim ob etom.," Natasha groaned at her sister's continual resistance to your existence., "Perestan' byt' takim nedoverchivym. Ona moya zhena, a ne KGB.," Yelena shrugged at her sister's pleas for blind trust, and opted instead for planning to do her own research.
(She's not the enemy.) (We'll see about that.) (Stop being so distrusting. She is my wife, not the KGB.)
When the jet landed outside of the secluded cabin you rented Natasha gently woke you up., "Moya lyubov', we're here.," she smiled down at you, her heart melting at the dopey smile you gave her, and at the tiny squeaks you had produced while stretching., "It's kinda cold.," you observed, causing the redhead to chuckle before pulling you up and into her embrace., "Welcome to Russia detka.," she mused, the both of you shared a sweet kiss, then Natasha was quick to wrap her jacket around you to shield you from the frigid Russia air.
Yelena quietly observed the two of you in your intimate bubble, part of her found Natasha's carefree side to be a good sign, but she still held deep reservations that kept her guard up. Once the both of you got off the jet she was soon to follow, entering to find you were set up in the kitchen making dinner, and Natasha was in the room she picked out for the both of you. Yelena said nothing as she passed you by, and headed straight to her room to freshen up.
You sighed at the continued cold shoulder, but it wasn't anything less than expected on your end. Yelena was stubborn, seemingly more so than Natasha had been all those years ago, so you knew earning her trust would take time. For dinner you decided to try to start bridging the divide by making borscht, then for dessert you made a delicious honey cake, and it was all finished just in time as the sisters entered the room in the midst of a conversation in Russian while you were applying the finishing touches.
"Hey, perfect timing! Dinner is ready.," you announced, a friendly smile on your face in the hopes that Yelena would see you were trying., "I'm not hungry.," the blonde deadpans, but in a contradictory manner she snatches a granola bar off the counter and heads back to her room, leaving you looking more than defeated. That simply broke your wife's heart, and if not for your hand tugging her towards the table she'd have given Yelena a piece of her mind., "It's okay Natty, this will take time, she doesn't trust me, of course she won't trust my food."
Natasha did her best to cheer you up, telling you stupid stories about Clint while eating far more than she should have, but the way you lit up at the sight of her enjoying your attempt at a traditional Russian meal made the incoming stomachache more than worth it. After eating she urged you into the shower, telling you to relax and that she'd do all the cleaning.
Yelena took this brief moment to do some snooping around, she quietly rummaged through your belongings, looking for any clue that you weren't who you said you were, but then she heard your playlist shuffle to her favorite song, and she nearly blew her cover., "So bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.," she approached the bathroom door with intrigue., "Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye; singing, 'This'll be the day that I die.,' "she smiled, a genuine one when she heard you singing the song, and reflexively she whispered along too., "This will be the day that I die."
Then she heard the sound of running water coming to an end, the thought of either of you finding her in here a frightening one, so she made quick work to return your items to your bag before slipping out just in the nick of time before Natasha was making her way back to your room. As you exited the shower though you were hit with a whiff of pine, and vodka; Yelena had been in here, and you were not even the slightest bit mad as you hadn't nary a thing to hide, and hoped she discovered that.
Natasha entered the room a few minutes later, a wide smirk on her face as the space now smelled distinctly of your lavender products, and you were stood there in a pair of panties with your back to her while sorting through your bag for weather appropriate pajama's. Quietly she tiptoed over to you, her arms snaking around the soft skin of your waist, and her chin resting on your shoulder., "You smell so good lyubov'.," she softly whispered, her lips brushing against the skin of your ear causing a shiver to run down your spine., "You cold?"
With all the strength you could muster you hummed a soft yes, but the shake you tried to hide was prominent to the spies ears., "I've got a surefire way to warm you up moya lyubov'," she rasped into your ear, her lips quick to press against the bare skin of your shoulders, and a moan left your lips against your will when she began to suck the skin between her teeth., "Just say the word baby, and I'll have your body warmed up in no time.," her hands were softly cupping your breasts when you gave her the go ahead she needed., "Please, I need you so bad Natty...," your wife's callous thumbs trailed over your hardened nipples in a silent confirmation, she was internally beaming over how easy it was to be getting her way.
In quick succession her hands fell to your hips to spin you around, and just as she expected you were wearing that soft smile of yours, with eyes that swam with immense waves of love. This sight of you so willing to be at her mercy always excited her., "You are so beautiful, my perfect angel, always so ready to please.," and before you could mumble your agreements her lips were swallowing your heartfelt words.
Natasha seamlessly guided your body back to the mattress while her tongue explored the familiar territory that was your mouth. Gentle was the name of the game tonight, so she took extra special care to cradle your head, and lower back as she laid you down beneath her., "Moya lyubov', you gotta be quiet for me.," she mumbles against your jawline as she's begun trailing soft kisses along your skin en route to your nipples., "Can you do that for me detka?"
Feverishly you'd nodded, but as she pinched your nipple, pulling a muffled whimper from you, it was clear she was expecting words., "Yes, mommy, I promise to be quiet.," her lips wrapped around your nipples, the widow sucked upon the nub harshly in an attempt to tease your limits, while nimble fingers slowly trailed down your body, procuring a line of goosebumps from the side of your breast, down your stomach, and stopping at your thigh.
Her fingers remained on your thigh, tapping every once in awhile just to taunt you while Natasha paid such close attention to your breasts, leaving her deep marks behind. She was expertly working you up until your entire body was burning with a desperate need for so much more. It was just as she promised, that familiar warmth quickly spread throughout your body when those fingers you craved so desperately finally pushed your panties to the side, and slid right on into your wet heat.
Natasha had released your nipple with a pop, wanting to see the strain in your face as you did so well with restraining your reactive sounds., "Good fucking girl.," she praised, plump lips leaving a wet kiss in between the valley of your breasts, a raspy chuckle soon following as your body shivered over the simplest of praises. You'd always been such a good girl for her, it was something she truly appreciated, but she'd also be lying to say she didn't have a wonderful time punishing you when you're being a brat.
While her fingers were thrusting deeply into your squelching cunt, her lips were traveling down your body to join their effort, and upon facing your arousal smeared folds she let out a small groan of her own., "Such a generous pussy you have moya lyubov'," she smirked when a tiny whimper managed to breech your lips, her fingers instantly stilled inside you, the way you looked down at her was truly pitiful., "Keep it quiet detka, or I'll have to stop.," she warned right before sucking your clit into her mouth, her free arm flying up to still your hips.
Natasha loved how needy you always were for her, to be needed by you was her greatest joy, and to bring you to the brink of pleasure was something she would never willingly give up. Her fingers had met quite the resistance due to the way her tongue was swirling around your sensitive nub, and with how her teeth were occasionally grazing over it, it had all left you teetering deliciously over the edge, and your lover who knew you like the back of her hand, knew that it was likely going to be impossible for you to contain your pleasurable screams.
So her free hand that had been previously holding your hips still made its way up your body, giving a slight squeeze to your throat, that was met with your walls mirroring her actions as they harshly clenched around her. Natasha continued to move her hand up, she tapped three fingers over your lips, you were grateful for the offer, releasing your lower lip that had been painfully being held prisoner you allowed her digits to slip right in—just in time.
Natasha's fingers muffled your intense screams, the orgasm she'd built you up to so slowly came rushing right out of you after she curled her fingers one final time, pressing into that deeply rooted pleasure point within you, all while her tongue lashed over your clit. Slowly she brought her fingers to a stop, she could feel you whining around her fingers as she removed them, but her replacing them with her tongue seemed to settle you instantly.
She dove her tongue into you as far as she could to garner as much of your arousal as she possibly could, Natasha was never the type to waste, she cleaned you up happily, getting lost in the moment even. Moans of all sorts left her, and to no one's shock you came again. It was a true delight to the redhead, she could never get enough of you, and she only ever removed her face from between your thighs when she heard a sniffle, and felt you suckling on her fingers in an obvious attempt to self soothe.
Natasha kissed all the way back up your body until her face was hovering above yours, her eyes were staring into yours adoringly, the sight of faint tear tracks softened her, and her lips quirked up affectionately before they were pressing to yours in the most caring manner., "YA tebya lyublyu.," she sighed against your kiss swollen lips, "Moy prekrasnyy rebenok.," her forehead was pressed to yours, your shaky breaths fanning across her face, warming her slick covered cheeks, and her heart was soon to follow when your brain cleared up just enough for you to croak out an., "I love you too."
(I love you) (My beautiful baby)
"There she is.," she cooed just before smirking., "Tell me now detka, are you all warmed up?," you softly glared up at your wife, earning you a playful warning glance., "Yes mommy.," she hummed in approval., "Thank you.," and at the show of manners she couldn't contain herself, she laid kisses all over your face, the giggling you were emitting only further spurring her on until your face turned to catch her lips.
Natasha briefly reciprocated the sweet kiss, but much to your dismay she removed her body from atop of yours, and the cold left in her wake caused you to squeal in distress. In that moment your wife wondered why she agreed to this trip, you've never been good with the cold., "Shh, moya lyubov', it's gonna be okay.," she cooed, her movements were swift when moving to clean you up, whispered apologies all she had to offer as the warm rag still came with a chill., "There we go angel, all nice and toasty."
You reached up for your wife instantly, because even with the thick sweatpants and t-shirt combo you wanted to create an inferno under the blankets with your collective body heats., "Just a moment detka, gotta change into my pajamas, then I'm all yours.," and within a minutes time Natasha was slipping beneath the many blankets you'd collected, and pulling you into her warm embrace., "Sweet dreams."
—
When morning arrived it was accompanied by a groan of displeasure, the clock flashing 5:00AM, you cursed the chill in the air that had managed to seep through the thick comforters, and inevitably caused your eyes to flutter open. Natasha instinctively awoke at the sound of your grievance, her eyes quick to observe your pouting face, the sight had her instantly pulling you even closer, and she was quick to kiss you., "What's the matter moya lyubov'?," you sighed, shifting to your side to face your wife, and for a moment all your problems seemed far away.
Then another wafting of cold air across your exposed arm left you to shiver, and the redhead knowingly smirked., "Need some warming up? Is that it my sweetest girl?," her teasing was followed by hearty laughter when you tried to shove her away., "You're far too insatiable.," she only laughed harder., "Well, when you have a wife like mine, and no kids around for miles, what else am I meant to do with this time?," you deadpanned., "Make your sister like me.," and with your pained words she was frowning., "It'll happen detka, it's hard not to love you, and Lena will see that soon enough.," the redhead settled a loving kiss to your forehead., "I'll make breakfast today lyubov', you rest."
Natasha left the room shortly after making the offer, she'd wanted to hold you in silence for a moment, and you held no protests, her arms were one of the very few places you felt safe. Once she left you pondered what to do with this day, then you decided it best to be a lazy day, one where Yelena would be able to get to observe you and Natasha in your element. Nothing extravagant was necessary, and so you threw on a pair of sweats, Nat's Shield hoodie, and a pair of fuzzy socks before making your way to the living space. Yelena had been sat on the couch while talking excitedly with Natasha about her dog—Fanny, and you truly felt guilty when the conversation died as you entered.
Seeing the sisters so close left your heart aching, it'd been months since either had the time for one another, and you think that's in part to the arrival of Eliana. Natasha saw how her constant absence affected her bond with Jackson, and whenever Eliana wailed for her she hardly had it in her to leave anymore. Those tidbits, accompanied with the night she came home to find you passed out in the tub, exhaustion written all over your features were enough to push her towards her retirement.
It left you to wonder if most of Yelena's reservations stemmed from the "suspicious" hold you had on your wife. Natasha was reluctant to leave the house without you nowadays, she was once a free agent who found familiarity to be boring. Never one to stay in one place for long, then you showed up, popped out a couple of kids for her, and suddenly her preferred Saturday is a night in with her family. There's nothing wrong with such things, but to Yelena it almost seems like you weakened her sister, and she wonders why else would you have sought to do that if you weren't an enemy of some kind.
A part of you worries that the poor girl is still entrapped in the "Love is for Children.," mindset you once found Natasha living in. You're also starting to fear that the blonde is failing to realize that you and Natasha had actually bonded over being free agents, that you didn’t change her, the both of you just simply evolved.
The two of you met when Tony recruited you to join the Avengers team of misfits, the powers you held a clear benefit to them. Natasha was wary around you for the better part of the first year, but after an undercover mission that lasted three months she warmed up to you. Even still, she was guarded, and it took you two years of being a member to convince her to even consider you as a close friend. On off days you began to take her to your favorite places, odd spots off the radar of most civilians; you would tell her stories of your times at Hydra where your powers were forced upon you. Eventually this led to her sharing her story, the twisted tales of the Red room, and the ones about the lost sister she always wished to find.
After three years of knowing one another, the obvious sexual tension had grown rather thick between the two of you. Neither of you were willing to ruin the fostered friendship, until that drunken love confession at a Stark party, spurred on by your jealous rage at seeing Bruce so close to the redhead. Natasha smirked upon hearing you admit your feelings, rather happily she welcomed your advances, she was only ever flirting with Bruce as a means to pass time until she would have the courage to go after you, and luckily for her it worked in her favor, because once she had you it was game over.
The marriage, and the family came after a close call with your health a year later. Cho grimly informed you that your powers were actually killing you. The powers to manipulate poisons, and fire to the worlds benefit were having a reverse personal effect, and the only way to fix anything was to render you powerless. To undo all that Hydra did, and to return your physiology to a base level. Natasha had been terrified, especially when you considered not going through with it. Having these powers was all you'd known since your teens, and to part ways felt a bit too wrong; forbidden really.
But having Natasha screaming at you before sobbing uncontrollably, sharing all her dreams for an eventual life with you solidified your decisions, and now here you both are—reformed adrenaline junkies, consumed by an unwavering love for one another, with two blessings created from that aforementioned love, and a stubborn in law trying to ruin all the good in which she doesn't understand.
Natasha hadn't been looking in your direction when the tense silence fell, too focused on not burning the pancakes and bacon to even spare a glance back. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that you must've gotten up for Yelena to have suddenly stopped gleefully shouting. A heavy sigh fell from her lips at her sister's unending animosity towards you, and she herself was wondering if this was even worth it anymore. It'd been a year since she found Yelena, and what was once a happy discovery has been tainted by this perplexing divide the younger widow has created.
Nevertheless, she is going to give this one last chance for your sake, so as to not leave you feeling guilty about the downfall. Ever the mediator she enters the dining area with plates of food, instructions given to the both of you to join the table, and for a few moments you all eat in tense silence until she finally breaks it., "So ladies, what's the plan for today, hm?"
Yelena's cutlery clattered against the table, but she said nothing, leaving you to look to your wife with eyes full of obvious discouragement., "I thought today could just be a lazy day.," your wife hummed in contemplation, sending you over a comforting smile after a moments time., "That sounds wonderful moya lyubov', we can each pick out a movie to watch.," she offers, and without giving it away she kicks her sister in the leg, a silent message to cooperate or else.
Natasha saw you visibly relax when Yelena mumbled out a disgruntled "Yes.," her heart even swelled when you went from pushing the food around your plate to scarfing it all down.
—
"Pochemu ona tak mnogo spit?," Yelena asked her sister who'd been admiring your sleeping face for the last few minutes. Natasha didn't appreciate the judgement in her tone, but she answered her anyways., "Ona dolgoye vremya bolela, poetomu teper' spit naugad, chtoby prisposobit'sya k izmeneniyam v svoyem tele."
(Why does she sleep so much?) (She was sick for a long time, so now she naps at random to accommodate the changes to her body.)
Yelena's frown she'd been wearing deepened, she knew the bulk of your story, but this is the first she's hearing of you ever being sick., "Chem bolen? Pochemu ty mne ne skazal?," Natasha scoffed at her sister's truly offensive question., "Eto bylo do togo, kak ty vernulas', i ty yasno vyrazila svoyu nenavist', tak chto bylo bespolezno govorit' tebe, Yelena.," the bite in her tone made Yelena recoil, she'd yet to hear it even with how she'd treated you thus far, but it was clear to the blonde her sister was fed up.
(Sick with what? Why didn't you tell me?) (It was before you were back, and you made your hatred clear so it bared no use telling you Yelena.)
The sisters both turned back to the TV, the movie you chose one that Yelena actually liked herself, and for the first time since meeting you she thought that maybe you weren't that bad.
—
Come lunch time the sisters had both moved onto doing their own thing, and you found yourself back in the kitchen cooking, but this time the meal was for your wife, and you. No sense in making food for the blonde again, so you left a box of Kraft on the corner of the counter, with a bottle of hot sauce before slipping out of the communal space to return to your wife. Yelena hurriedly made her way into the kitchen once she heard your door shut, the smell of whatever you had made wafted to her room, causing her stomach to grumble.
After seeing Natasha so upset earlier, and definitely not because everything you made had her salivating, she decided she'd at least try your meal, but she found herself to be pretty disappointed when finding the used pots empty and in the sink. The resentment that never truly left was back to the forefront of her mind, and just as she prepared to huff like a petulant child she found that you had extended her an olive branch of sorts by leaving factory sealed favorites of hers on the counter.
—
The following few days went much the same, Natasha did most of the cooking, with you there to guide her since this wasn't her strong suit. Then you'd plan out some activity for the day that Yelena reluctantly agreed to on account of her sister's ever present scowling from beyond your shoulder. It felt like you were making headway too, the blonde was greeting you without prompting, or at least you thought she was, but now that you're sat here watching her fight with her sister in Russian you understand the previous peace was a ruse.
Today was the fifth day of the week long trip, and it seemed to be off to a very rocky start, with Nat having received a call from Steve pleading for help. Retired as you both may be, you were reluctant to cut your found family off completely. Since you were in Russia he asked your wife to do some simple intel collection, a job that required hardly anything of her, and she finally accepted with your given blessing.
Yelena was not as gracious., "Ne ostavlyay menya s ney nayedine.," she seethed in her mother tongue right before your very eyes., "Prekrati, tebe pora zadumat'sya o vzroslenii Yelena.," Natasha growled back, her body half way out the door already, and with a harsh glare the blonde let her go, and stomped back to her room like a tantrum throwing toddler.
(Don't leave me alone with her.) (Stop it, it's time for you to consider growing up Yelena.)
"Wow, no wonder her and Jackson are best friends.," you teased your wife, successfully lightening her mood as she chuckled, and she was even more grateful that you had made your way over to send her off with a tender kiss., "I'll be back shortly detka, I promise.," her eyes were apologetic, and yours were forgiving, silently telling her that all was going to be fine.
—
Yelena had been held up in her room for hours, and after another laugh came from you she had had about enough. Entering the living room in a rush she made her way in front of the TV to block you from watching., "Do you have to hog the only form of entertainment in this cabin?," you found her childlike manners amusing to say the least, but the disdain was growing tired., "Yelena, there's multiple seats here, feel free to take one, but if that doesn't work for you on account of you pointlessly hating me, then maybe go build a snowman or something."
The blonde was taken aback by your words, because though the proposed hatred was real, it had been an unspoken truth up until now. Mostly because she hadn't decided if the hatred she felt was deeply seeded, or just a cover up for something else, but either way she found your confidence in verbalizing it admirable. Silently, she sat herself down, choosing to watch whatever you selected, and you fought to hold back a smile at your subtle win.
"Natasha said you were sick.," Yelena states matter of factly after many beats of silence., "Yeah, I was.," you curtly replied, unsure if you were willing to let this be the first, and potentially only conversation the two of you will have engaged in., "What kind of sick?," you sigh, using the remote you turn off the TV, and turned to face her rather unamused., "Not that it's really any of your business Yelena, but to make a long story short my powers had been slowly killing me, and had it not been for your sister's persistence I was going to let them."
Yelena looked at you mildly shocked that you'd confess something so vulnerable when all she's been to you so far is cold., "Why would you let Natasha fall in love with you, then selfishly choose death over loving my sister back?," you chuckled humorlessly at her preposterous question., "That wasn't what was happening in that moment Yelena. Those powers I'd had to lose were all I knew for a very long time, and letting go was scary.," a tear fell as you recalled that day, but you did your best to continue as you ignored the salty droplet on your cheek.
"Death never scared me all that much, it was as natural an occurrence as breathing, truly merciful in nature really. If I'm being honest it was the living that left me terrified, every step I took carried this massive responsibility, and to finally have a say in matters that concerned me left me leaning towards letting nature win out. My pragmatic mind reasoned that Nat would be fine, but when I finally looked to her I was never more sure in my decision to stay."
"What did she do?," you felt uneasy answering, this was all so vulnerable, and it didn't feel like you were sharing with family here, it felt more like an interview with one of the nosy tabloids. Still, you were willing to share if it earned you some of her trust, or at least less of her hatred., "Well, besides all the screaming she did, it was actually the initial look in her eyes. They held this concoction of emotions, but beneath it all was this childlike fear that broke my heart. After all those stories of her loss, and grief I couldn't believe I'd considered leaving her, and so I simply went back to having no powers."
Yelena hummed, leaning back into the couch she turned back to watch the TV, leaving you feeling a bit used, and very heavily vulnerable. Fortunately for you, it was now 4PM, so it didn't surprise you when your phone rang, you stood up to excuse yourself, wiping away the tears before you answered on the last ring., "Mommy! Loot! I go potty on da big potty.," you smiled warmly at your son, failing to see the brief concern flashing over Clint's face., "I'm so proud of you mommy's big boy!"
You watched him dancing around the bathroom, his chubby cheeks jiggling, and bringing a genuine smile to your face. While Jackson was washing his hands based on your instructions, your eyes drifted towards Clint., "Where's Nat?," you heard the concern in his voice, and internally you slapped yourself for letting him even see you like this., "Mission.," Clint nodded, though he was a bit confused, you knew he'd be sure to call her right after.
"Mommy, Mama come home soon?," your sons voice was full of a sadness that cracked your heart right open., "Mhm baby, just be a good boy for a couple more days and we'll come to get you.," your son blew you a kiss before he ran off to watch cartoons, and Clint gave you a few minutes to stare at your little girl who'd yet to wake up., "We'll call back at bedtime, bye for now Y/N.," you smiled at the man, then you allowed your face to fall as the phone clicked.
Upon entering the kitchen to make dinner you found the blonde already working on it., "Hm, what poison shall I expect to be dying from tonight?," you asked., "I'm an expert in all things poison you know.," your anxious heart settled some when Yelena genuinely snorted., "Fortunately for you, I left all of my arson back in the states."
"Good, arson is such a boring poison anyways, you'd have been better off using cantharadin.," you observed the way her shoulders became a smidgen less tense, and you chocked it up to a win while reaching for the last bottle of rose, and allowing a bit of silence to fall while the blonde fixed what looked to be meatloaf.
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Natasha's mission was truly effortless, she actually enjoyed the familiar field work, but the high faded fast; she entered the cabin scowling after a phone call with her best friend., "Yelena, what the fuck did you do?!," she shouted, but when she saw the two of you sat at the table giggling she was taken all the way aback., "Natty, you're home! We made dinner!"
"Actually, I made dinner while Y/N polished off our last bottle of wine by herself.," Yelena mused, and you giggled whilst haphazardly throwing yourself into Nat's tense body. The way she instantly softened at your touch wasn't lost on Yelena, she was starting to see that you were truly no threat after an hour spent asking your drunk brain for answers, and listening in partial disgust at the way you practically swooned over Natasha, and told her stories of your life together she'd never needed to hear.
Nevertheless, she was starting to come around to you, being forced to share a space alone with you clearly worked in everyone's favor today. Natasha was still confused, but to see Yelena was talking to and laughing with you, and not staring daggers into your soul like normal was an obvious improvement, and she wasn't about to question it. She sat down, pulling you into her lap with ease as she did, feeding you and eating the delicious mystery meat all while having a calm conversation with the both of you that veered so far off track that you're all now getting ready to head to a Moscow bar.
"Natty! Did you see? She's warming up to me.," you squealed, and your wife smiled fondly, she'd always found your excitable nature rather adorable., "Yes lyubov', I saw that, but I also heard you were crying. Care to explain?," her hands were cupping your cheeks so that you'd be forced to face her in case you tried to lie for her sisters benefit., "Yelena asked me all about when I was sick, and it felt kinda icky telling her, but it's okay now, I promise!"
Natasha's face remained unreadable for a few seconds, then you melted into her touch when she smiled at you, her lips tenderly pressed to yours and for a moment you lost yourselves in the kiss., "Hello! I am ready, so you should be too.," Natasha groaned., "Blya petukh blok.," then she gently pecked your lips a few times, a bit reluctant to stop honestly, but she knows that the more the two of you bond, the easier her life will surely become., "We're coming!"
(Fucking cock block)
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Natasha nursed her beer at the bar while you and Yelena danced around the joint like madwoman after your vodka shot competition left the both of you absolutely hammered., "Privet, krasavitsa.," the redheads smile fell into an immediate grimace at the gruff voice., "Ne interesno.," she coldly remarked, her eyes never even sparing the man a glance., "Davay detka.," the moment his hand settled over her arm it was being spun behind his back.
Natasha's eyes widened when she saw you'd shoved the man into the counter, "No means no bucko!," you slurred, Yelena snorted at your words, but her amusement died when her sister glared at her., "Y/N, let him go, let's not make a scene.," she tried to pull you off the man who was currently yelping but it was to no avail., "Skazhi, chto ty sozhaleyesh'.," and after the man's arm was twisted until a crack was heard he sincerely apologized to your wife.
(Hello beautiful) (Not interested) (Come on baby) (Say you're sorry)
"Detka, when did you learn Russian?," your shocked lover asks you as you fall into her., "I'm doing Duolingo, want our babies to be able to speak both languages, it's only fair I learned too.," you mumbled over a long yawn, Natasha's hand scratching at your scalp not helping to combat your exhaustion., "Cute.," Natasha was too enamored by you to notice the man rearing back to sock you, but Yelena saw it as the golden opportunity to be violent, and in turn finally give you her stamp of approval after seeing you drunkenly defend her sister.
"That is how it is done.," Yelena beams at you, Natasha's mouth is at a loss for words as she observes the broken glass, and the unconscious man who's body crumpled to the floor., "Etogo ne mozhet byt'.," Natasha groaned just as her hand gripped Yelena by the nape of her neck, then she threw your giggling form over her shoulder, and beat feet before the Russian law enforcement got involved—seeing as how her and Yelena are wanted fugitives around here.
(This can't be happening)
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"What?," Natasha grumbled while staring at her sister through the crack in the door. Yelena smiled anyway, lifting up a green smoothie of sorts., "For the sick one.," Natasha hesitated to take the glass, but she is an expert at reading her sister, so she sees no hidden agendas are at play here., "She is a lightweight by the way.," the blonde teased, the door was then slammed in her face the next second., "Hey! That's not very nice, I wanted to join the party."
Natasha returned to your side in the bathroom, her hand gently ran over your arm, causing you to lift your head out of the toilet. The pout on your face was cute enough to kiss away, but the reality that you just vomited wasn't forgotten., "Here moya lyubov', drink this smoothie, then we'll take a shower and get right into bed.," you grimaced at the sight of the green slop, but the green eyes staring you down held no room for your rebuts, so you pinched your nose, and miraculously gagged the whole thing down.
"Good girl.," Natasha praised, enjoying the tired smile you rewarded her with., "Come now my fiercest protector.," she lovingly teased, you accepted her extended hand, and Natasha pulled you up, and into the warmed shower., "Rest now honey, you know I got you."
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The loud ringing of a phone woke you up rather suddenly that your body jolted up, the pounding in your head was not exactly a fan., "Sorry moya lyubov', but also come here and talk to the babies.," you scooted into your wife's side, the blanket pulled up high, and as your eyes adjusted you noticed it was only 4:30AM so that meant is was 8:30PM back home in New York., "Goodnight Mama, Goodnight Mommy, I lub you!!!," Jackson shouted, the both of you chuckled when Clint's hand raised to turn his hearing aids off., "Goodnight baby, we love and miss you so very much."
You held tightly to your wife's hand, the shake in her voice enough to tell you just how much she missed your little ones, and you were at the same point, but due to a forecasted blizzard you couldn't leave a day early like you wanted. Laura now had the phone as she was rocking Eli, who's soft whimpers died down as soon as her mommies voices surrounded her. Then Natasha began humming a familiar Russian lullaby, and both kids were out like a light., "Looks like you took another one down.," Laura teased, your soft snores causing the women to share a laugh before ending the call.
Natasha lowered your bodies back down, an uneasiness weighing heavily on her chest, she couldn't exactly place the cause, but she pulled you closer in the hopes of quelling the feeling., "YA tak lyublyu tebya, dorogoy. Moye serdtse b'yetsya tol'ko dlya tebya i nashikh malyshey.," and as if you had this sixth sense you turned in her hold, pulling her even closer to you, and nuzzling your face into her neck. Your actions caused a soft sigh to leave her lips, and brought a relieved smile to her face.
(I love you so much honey. My heart only beats for you, and our littles.)
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At a much more appropriate time, 10AM, the both of you exited your room, hand in hand en route to fix a pot of coffee for your hangover. Natasha kissed your cheek before offering to make the life saving beverage so you could relax on the couch. Yelena had already been in the living room watching a Russian show., "Good morning to you, the coffee is all gone, and I do not apologize.," she laughed manically when you fell into the couch with a huff., "Maybe wake up earlier next time."
The blonde gulped when you glared at her, Natasha chuckled at the sight, because she knows what it's like to be on the receiving end. With one kiss to your lips you lost all the fight, and Yelena was a bit shocked to feel grateful., "We're going to also need more firewood.," your wife mentioned while you continued to sulk on the couch., "If this one expects to survive tonights blizzard that is; I'm fine."
"Ha! So funny, how about along with your blizzard I add onto it a cold shoulder free of charge.," you grumbled, lifting your arm from over your eyes to glare at the smirking redhead, you stuck your tongue out at her for emphasis before rolling over to hide from the offensive light., "Natasha, be nice to my new sister over there, captain lightweight was your superhero name right? This was to be expected really."
"I take it back, you can return to hating me, I will only tolerate the teasing if it is towards Nat or Clint.," you groaned into the couch, the response was muffled, but the blonde heard you perfectly., "Barton? Oh, I am so in!"
Natasha smiled fondly at the sight of you two finally getting along, even if it was at her best friend's expense; the old man could handle it.
"Tasha, are you going to get my firewood?," the redhead snorted when she saw you shivering., "I'll head out in a few minutes.," she began to agree to it, but then her brows furrowed at the text on her phone., "Actually, could you two manage? Steve's having difficulty decoding the files, and the blizzard is already underway."
Natasha threw your whining form over her shoulder., "We'll be right back.," she spoke to the amused blonde, then she took you to your shared space to change you into warmer clothes for your trek through the frigid tundra., "Detka, three jackets seems a bit like overkill.," she laughed, but the sight of you all bundled up and pouting made her heart fill with warmth.
She secretly snapped a photo of you, then she placed a kiss to your nose while pulling a furry beanie over your head before guiding you back to the living space., "You two be safe now, don't let the big bad snow take you guys out.," she was quick to grab you before you could angrily waddle away., "I love you detka, hurry back.," you never could stay mad at her, so you leaned forward to plant a sloppy kiss to her cheek in subtle retaliation to the taunts, but then you kissed her deeply, leaving her near breathless., "I love you too Natty, I expect cuddles when I return.," she nodded then pushed you on out.
Yelena had went to follow, but a hand on her bicep stopped her., "Zabotit'sya o ney.," the fear of losing you was evident to the blonde., "Eto prosto sneg.," the quip was playful, but Natasha saw in her eyes that she'd take your safety seriously now that she'd let her initial reservations go; you're her family now. The knowledge settled the redhead's nervous heart, but as you two walked away she felt that uneasiness from this morning seeping back into her chest, and if not for her phone ringing she was about to follow the both of you.
(Take care of her) (It's just snow.)
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Yelena found your complaining amusing for all of like ten seconds., "Here—it'll take the edge off, and warm you up since you're shivering.," the flask got a genuine smile out of you, of course she has a flask full of vodka in her vests pockets. After a long sip, and the consequent shiver you handed it back to her., "Seriously though, three jackets—what's the point?"
"It's freezing Lena.," you groaned, speeding up in your state of annoyance you missed the way her lips quirked at the nickname you gave her., "Cold is simply a state of mind Y/N Y/L/N.," you turned to her with a scowl., "Romanoff."
Three loud thuds sounded off behind you, and in real time you watched Yelena's face fall, and her wrists raise., “Yelena, what the hell?,” but before you could get your answers you were harshly thrown into a tree., "Y/N, stay down.," the blonde grunted, you were a bit disoriented but you soon noticed the three burly men all surrounding the widow., "Like hell I will.," you replied, jumping to your feet you entered the fight, successful in impairing one of the men, but now as you dangled over a cliff you were thinking you should’ve listened to Yelena.
Tears clouded your vision every time your body lowered, the grappling hook Yelena managed to attach you to at the last second while being thrown about wasn’t having much luck with the inclement weather you were facing. It was funny really, you meant it when you said death had never scared you, but now, after seeing all this life had to offer you you’re truly terrified. Natasha wasn’t exactly equipped to raise the kids on her own, and more importantly you weren’t ready to cause a heartbreak like this.
For some reason after you were thrown off the side of the cliff the men had retreated, as if the odds weren’t in the favor being three to one over two, which wasn’t logical with Yelena’s shoulder being dislocated, and her focus being split to you. Nothing here made any sense to you, but facing imminent death you hadn’t really had much time to ponder their motives.
“Y/N, hold on okay, Natasha will be here soon, hold my hand…,” you looked up, wincing at the way even the slightest of movements loosened the hooks grip., “Yelena, listen to me—we don’t have long before this hook gives way, and if I were to grab your hand we’d both go down.,” the blonde knew you spoke the truth, but in the moment all rationality went out the window., “Grab my hand damnit, you can’t die!,” she shrieked., “We just became sisters, and you have a family to get home to!”
“Tell Natasha that Jackson only likes ketchup with his fries, try it with anything else and it’s automatically the ‘icky’ sauce.,” you softly said while tears continued to fall down your cheek., “Eli’s favorite stuffy—Mr. Frog, she can’t sleep without him, let her know that I have a box full of replacements for that damn thing in the hallway closet for emergencies.”
The hook shifted again, and you screeched as your body shifted down further at a rapid pace., “Tell her I wasn’t scared; that I was brave.,” you breathed heavily in anticipation., “Even if I wasn’t, she doesn’t need to think I died scared, and remind her I wasn’t alone.”
“No! You’ll tell her, I know she’s coming!,” you smiled up at the blonde one last time, she had the hook under her hand in a vice grip, and if you were to shift again she’d be thrown down with you, and that was the last thing you want., “It’ll be okay Lena, you will all be alright.”
“Please, don’t go Y/N… I-I’m sorry, oh God, this is all my fucking fault.,” her guilty sobs caused your heart to ache, and so you spent your final moments trying to offer her support., “You tried to save me Lena, at one point you wanted me gone, but now look at you. Thanks for becoming my sister, it was truly an honor that I didn’t take lightly. Tell Natasha that I love her please, and take your hand off the hook—there’s no need for both of us to die…”
Yelena violently shook her head, but when she finally looked into your eyes she saw the pure desperation they held. No matter how much she willed it to not be the case, you were right. So the blonde let go, she began to hum the tune of American Pie, you chuckled sadly as you recognized it from the other night, and the irony of the unspoken lyrics weren’t lost on you as you free fell down the mountain side, the image of your happy family in your mind, and the sound of your wife’s voice the last thing you heard before you were met with silence.
Natasha stood there in a state of shock, had the snowmobile been able to surpass the speed of 40mph she would’ve been here in time… When she finally peered over the mountain side it was nothing but a thick mist, there was no proof you’d even fallen besides Yelena’s sobs, so the redhead refused to believe it. There’s no way you’re dead, you were just in her arms like an hour ago; this had to be a joke. Your wife picked her sister’s beaten down body up off the snow, ignoring her incessant sobbing as she placed her on the snowmobile, there was no need to engage her, you were perfectly fine.
When they reached the bottom of the mountain Natasha was flying off the dreadful machinery., “Y/N! This isn’t funny! Show yourself now, and I promise I won’t be mad! Christmas is right around the corner—I swear I’ll return all of your gifts!,” Yelena whimpered at the sounds of her sisters reckless optimism. The fresh trail of blood was clear as day, but she knew Natasha was willfully ignoring it, and that it was up to her to make her face the debilitating truth.
Limping off the bike, with her injured arm pulled tightly against her chest she approached her sister, using her good arm she grabbed her., “Don’t fucking touch me! Where is she?”
“Ona ushla.”
(She’s gone)
“No…,” Natasha shrugged her sister off, then frantically began to search for you, eyes of green forever avoiding the ground, because if the red in her peripheral meant anything, she didn’t want to know., “Ona ne mozhet uyti..”
(She can’t be gone)
Yelena couldn’t watch her sister meltdown any longer, so even in her state she wrestled with the redhead until she was able to force her head to look down., “No…,” her denial was but a whisper, but once her mind caught up to the truth she fell to her knees, a blood curdling scream leaving her throat, only to be followed by heart wrenching sobs that made Yelena’s heart shatter further along with her sisters.
Yelena followed the splattering of your blood, expecting to find you, and not wanting your wife to be the first to, but the splattering was never ending, and the further she limped, the more her heart skipped within her chest, and her speed picked up until everything stopped. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, a piece of your jacket sat atop a branch, your bracelet you used to alert Natasha lay broken in the snow, and a few paces ahead of her lay a stain of oil, and corresponding wheel imprints., “Oh God.”
“Natasha! My dolzhny idti! Ona u nikh!.,” she shook her shoulder, but it was of no use, the redhead wasn’t in much of a responsive state. So just like she’d done for her minutes prior she got her onto the snowmobile and drove as fast as she could while unfairly cursing you., “This wasn't cool Y/N... So not cool at all.”
(We have to go! They have her!)
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Kiss Me Beneath the Mistletoe
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Warning: A wee bit sad, but super fluff.
Smut: Pussy slapping, Fingering(R), Thigh Riding (N), Mommy (N), Detka/Kotenok (R), Teasing!
Christmas is the season of giving, but it seems all you've experienced thus far was much to the opposite. Natasha—your gorgeous wife, had been on an unusually large amount of missions lately, and no longer having her around hurt; in more ways than one. It'd been a good two months since she last gave you the gift of an orgasm, and she'd ruined you too badly for your hands and toys to do the job anymore. You’d been screwed over, instead of on, and you were growing increasingly frustrated.
Your boss has taken your happiness, your parents took your kids for the week, Fury has taken your lover, and she herself had taken your pleasure and rolled it out in her suitcase. To say you were fed up would likely be the understatement of the year; you were vengeful, touch deprived, and horny beyond belief.
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Natasha was supposed to return tonight, finally receiving a break from work, and you were planning to take full advantage of her presence. The house had already been decorated for the upcoming holiday, something else that was rudely taken from you since you all normally decorated as a family, but now that you think of it, this could very well work in your favor.
With only one hour until Nat was likely to walk through the doors of your shared space you rushed to get to work. Taking the leftover wrapping paper you carefully taped it to your bedroom door, then once it was straight enough you taped a ribbon over the center to give the illusion that it was a present to open. Then once the door was complete you hopped into the shower, did some maintenance work, then got out to get yourself all dolled up.
Using your most expensive products you tended to your skin, ensuring that it was soft to the touch, and smelled of the sweetest fruits. Then in the true spirit of the holiday, you found some spare ribbon to tie around your tummy, and to be as festive as can be you now had the mistletoe you had previously hung up at the front door dangling just above your cunt.
The thought of Natasha's mouth alone sent a pang of arousal straight to your core, eagerly you looked to the clock to see the time, and your body shivered knowing she'd be here any minute, so you took your place on the bed, settling on your knees, and holding onto the last bit of patience you had left in your body.
Natasha didn't keep you waiting long either, it was as if she read your mind, because within five minutes you were able to hear her keys jingle in the door. The redhead entered your house with the hopes of excited greetings. However, when tiny bodies hadn't attached to her legs, and your arms weren't around her neck her shoulders were instantly deflating. The house was far too quiet for the kids to be here, but your car was in the driveway so she knew that you were definitely here somewhere.
Natasha settled her bag down, followed by her shoes, and then she hung up her winter coat. There was no sign of you in the front room or the kitchen, both were actually spotless, so she knew for certain the kids were probably gone to their grandparents—she vaguely remembered you telling her about that happening soon. She'd been hopeful to see them, but another part of her was excited to have you to herself. She missed your touch, and to know she didn't have to share you with them for the next few days excited her a bit more than it should've.
She was getting antsy the longer she was made to look around for you, this clever game of cat and mouse you set up was clear to her now. Once she made it to your bedroom after going up the stairs she smirked at your festive set up. The bright red paper covering the door, only to be adorned with the gold ribbon had her body buzzing with excitement, and her mind was too curious for what she'd find on the other side.
However, she didn't wish to startle you in case she was getting too ahead of herself with her sinful assumptions. So, she was gentle with the doorknob, even though she'd wanted to rip the door of its hinges for separating her from you. The sight of you didn't disappoint her either, because there you were kneeling on the bed, pretty and patient as you awaited her arrival. A groan fell from her lips at the sight of your glistening slit, for you to already be so turned on while only waiting for her, without her even needing to touch you had her ready to give in and absolutely destroy you.
Her eyes then trailed up to see the mistletoe, she chuckled at the playful tease you had set up, then finally her eyes landed on your face., "Oh detka, look at you, making a mess I see.," her eyes had once again fallen, the obvious wet patch on the mattress filling her with want., "You know the rules Nat...," you teasingly call out to her, your crooked pointed finger now beckoning your eager lover over, and she wasted no more time approaching you.
Iridescent eyes held contact with yours all the while she was leaning in to be met with your core. You could feel the way your clit fluttered in anticipation for her next move, and as gently as the redhead could she kissed your mound. Though she was soft, the pressure was still enough to make your body jolt with pleasure., "Natty, please, don't tease me.," you groaned, and the redhead lifted her head to level with yours, eyes full of mischief stared into yours.
"Detka, the rule is a kiss, did I not give you exactly that?," she asked condescendingly, and you whimpered in utter frustration., "Nat, I swear to God, if you don't get back down there, and —.," you moaned when her hand came into contact with your sensitive cunt, the sound of her slap reverberating off the bedroom walls., "Detka, you know better than to go making demands, so how about you try that again."
The need for release was far too great, so you swallowed your pride, and pouted your lips. Natasha gently pecked them in response, then furrowed her brows in wait for your words., "Mommy, please, I've missed you so much. Need your mouth, and fingers, please just—.," Natasha rewarded your pleading with a thumb pressing into your enlarged clit, cutting you off and she couldn't help but to chuckle at the way your body was writhing underneath hers from only the simplest of touches—it amused her.
"Wow detka, you weren't lying—this pretty pussy missed mommy's touch.," she was in awe, like she always was with how sensitive and reactive your body was to her touches. Her lips began to lovingly pepper kisses across your face in an attempt to calm you., "Don't worry my sweetness, mommy missed you and your pretty pussy just as much.," her lips then slammed into yours as two of her fingers slid inside of your entrance with nothing but ease.
They didn’t stay there long though, they were only there to ease you into having your tight hole filled, because hearing your sinful moans was the greatest part of her own experience. You never were one to complain either, too immersed in chasing down your release to care. Plump lips made their way down your jaw, and once they settled over your pulse point you were crying out as she suckled upon the skin., “Fuck, kotenok, you always make the prettiest noises for your mommy, so fucking perfect.,” she groaned, and even in your dizzied state you felt her own wetness smearing over your thigh., “Fuck, mommy please, I-I need to cum.,” you cried out as her fingers worked you over, the pit in your stomach always tightened whenever she used your body so openly for her pleasure.
“Wanna cum with you detka, just hold on.,” you knew you wouldn’t last much longer, and judging by the way she was relentlessly riding your thigh all while panting harshly against your neck you knew she was in the same boat. Clenching the muscles in your thigh seemed to do the trick as Natasha stilled momentarily, “Let go detka, cum with your mommy.,” with screams of her own following your actions her fingers had curled delightfully from within you. The raspy groans that were next to hit your ear as your walls clung to her fingers only seemed to heighten your ongoing pleasure.
Natasha’s lips sloppily found yours while her lithe fingers fought against the resistance, she continued to pump her fingers into you, doing her best to prolong your high as she herself was coming down from her own intense orgasm. When your swallowed moans became whines she slowly brought her fingers to a stop, gently pulling them out as she felt your walls relax.
The redhead gazed at her fingers in pure shock, they were glistening under the soft light of the moon, your arousal had came flooding out of you in abundance tonight, and your wife was delighted for such a treat to have come from her laborious efforts. She’d felt your eyes far before she decided to gaze into them, they were still pretty hazy as you watched her intently. You were clearly awaiting her next move, a smile on your lips that appeared innocent, but your eyes were swimming with insatiable lust.
“My precious girl, look, you made such a mess for your mommy.,” she smirked when your lips jutted out into a pout., “I’m sorry mommy.,” she chuckled heartily., “Don’t be detka, I think you’re rather tasty myself.,” she winked at you, her eyes never left yours as she began to clean her hand up, that talented tongue of hers taunting you as she traced over yours drippings that had now surpassed her wrist, before swirling over her palm that was just as soaked.
“Fuck baby, I wish I could bottle your essence up.,” you moaned in response to the sinful idea, your thighs began instinctively rubbing together as that familiar heat had returned to between your thighs., “Wanna taste honey?,” you nodded vehemently, but you were quick to atone for your mistakes, beyond eager for her offer., “Yes please mommy.”
She beamed at you., “Good girl, the best even.,” her sticky fingers pushed passed your lips, an incoherent moan surging from your throat when your tongue swirled over her digits, and you came into contact with your own taste. Natasha found fucking your throat to be her favorite pastime, pushing you to your outer limits as you splutter around her digits after each time she gags you. Seeing you like this, with tears of pleasure rolling down your face never fails to turn her on; just like now where she can feel her arousal coating her thighs.
Her body was begging her to take you again, to use your body for her own pleasure, but there was this glint of sadness beneath all the lust. Even though you seemed ready for more, your wife could tell just by the look in your eyes that you were yearning for so much more than sex. Deciding what was best for you she gently slid her fingers from your mouth, wiping your spit off on the sheets and lowering her body until she was hovering right above you., “Cuddles?,” her smile was as sincere as can be, and in your heightened state you just couldn’t handle it., “I-I missed you so much Nat.,” you whimpered, body racking with uncontainable sobs as your pent up emotions got the better of you.
Natasha had honestly never moved so fast, she rolled onto her back, then effortlessly pulled your body atop of hers, settling your teary eyed face in her neck, she began to rub soothing circles into your back., “Oh honey, it’s okay, I’m here.,” you sniffled., “Yeah, but for how long?,” the traces of agony in your tone broke her heart, she hadn’t exactly realized just how badly you’d been missing her, of course she missed you just the same, but her missions at least distracted her.
Her endeavors were like this great escape, and your day to day was essentially a shrine to her. Photos decorated the walls of all your greatest moments, as they should, but she knows that it can’t be easy seeing your smiling wife on the bedside table before being expected to sleep without her and repeatedly keep doing so.
“Detka, let me up, I need to show you something.,” you instantly shook your head and whimpered, but to your dismay she removed your hands anyways., “I’ll be right back, I promise you’ll be happy that I left.”
She never told you, because she wanted this news to be a Christmas miracle-esque gift, but the whole reason she’s been on these nonstop missions is for the sake of your forged family. Every time she leaves she knows she’s missing critical moments with the kids, and she’s tired of seeing the pained disappointment in your eyes. It’s not something you intend for her to see, and you’d never ask this of her, but she’s a spy, and she’s also the woman that’d do literally anything for you and those kids.
Fury wasn’t as open to her request to retire, she was his best agent, but after going over her contract with a fine tooth comb she knew she’d been within her rights to request such a thing. Still, he haggled with her, finding a bylaw that required her to reach a certain number of hour’s dedicated to Shield, and she found she was only 150 hours shy of meeting her end. So, Fury begrudgingly shook her hand two months ago, signing the paper on the condition that she were to fulfill the remaining hours.
Which is exactly what she did with this mission she just returned from, this was her happy ending, and she just needed to get you clued in so that she could spend the rest of eternity keeping you smiling instead of crying.
Natasha raced back into your room with a wrapped up manilla envelope, she sat down beside you with an anxious smile, shaking the suspicious gift in your face., “Open it detka.,” you shook your head with a huff., “It’s not Christmas yet.,” she chuckled at your attempt to hold up the sanctity of your favorite holiday, but if that was an intention you’d both already broken it with the wrapped door and mistletoe.
“I got to open a gift tonight, so do you.,” you shied under her teasing gaze, sticking your tongue out at her petulantly you snatched the gift from her hand, digging into the snowman wrapping paper, then popping open the metal you reached into the envelope to find a single sheet., “I, Natasha Romanoff, officially tender my resignation to Shield, and all associated projects. It’s been my greatest pleasure to serve, but as I get older I find it’s best to pass the torch onto the next generation, and to instead focus on my family. The world will survive without me, but my world that now resides in a house on the countryside won’t.”
It took you a minute to process, you just kept rereading the final sentence, waiting for the permanency to hit, and once it did you shifted and tackled your wife to the bed., “Really?,” she nodded in amusement., “I am officially your housewife now.,” you beamed at the news coming straight from her lips., “Not sure you’ll appreciate the duties that come with the title.”
The assassin shrugged., “I’ll love being able to take the kids to school, and to help them with their homework.,” you smile seeing just how excited she truly is., “Can’t wait to be waiting for my wife with a hot meal at the ready, ooh, and to hear all about her horrible day while we watch shitty American television with tubs of ice cream at the ready.,” you rolled your eyes at her promises of a hot meal knowing they’ll likely be take out containers buried in the trash, but you smiled when realizing it’s the thought that counts., “Mostly though, I look forward to waking up next to you always.”
Natasha huffed when you dropped your body onto hers, the warmth of your happy tears pooling uncomfortably in the crook of her neck, but it’s worth it to know you’re happy. Still, she desperately wanted to hear you laugh, “So no round two then?,” you croakily chuckled against her neck, she settled into the bed much easier at the adored sound, when you melted into her she knew you were exhausted too., “Get some rest, we’ll clean up in the morning.”
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Never Alone With You
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
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Requested by: @mostlymarvelsstuff
"I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you." (27)
Warnings: None, just fluff.
A deep, persistent ache settled within Natasha's chest as she entered the quinjet; this dreadful assignment of a week long undercover mission—something that once brought her joy in the form of a multitude of adrenaline rushes, now only serves to bring her immense pain. Her mind anxiously searches, a bit pointlessly, for the reason, a saddened smile eventually covering her face when she reaches it; you.
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You were to blame; had she just never entered that coffee shop in Manhattan on the third of October five years ago then she'd likely still be joyfully kicking ass, but now she fights with resentment for her good deeds; anything that keeps her from you seems rather pointless. There's hundreds of agents Fury could choose from, but he still sends her on the simplest of recon missions, it's honestly offensive, they're below her Avenger pay grade, and she quite frankly doesn't have the time for such frivolity.
Not when all she wants is to spend every waking minute with you, making all your rambled about dreams come true, and in a way many of them have become hers too. If you'd asked her what her dreams were before you she'd always say she had none, even when that wasn't close to true, she just didn't feel deserving enough to entertain them. Now that she has you though, her answer—always relayed with a lopsided smirk, is that she doesn't need to dream anymore when her wildest one already came true. Boasting about you to anyone will listen is her favorite thing to do, and in turn it's your favorite to evade. Natasha always winds up laughing wildly when you tug on her hand, or hide away in her chest, but she does it whilst rubbing a soothing hand up your back, quelling your persistent anxiety.
The former assassin lays her head down on her pillow that first night, with your lived in hoodie on the pillow beneath her head and your photo clutched tightly to her chest, falling into and out of one of the most restless sleeps of her life. The week continues on just the same too, she enters the jet without anything but getting to you on her mind. With bags in her hands, and under her eyes, she settles into the cockpit.
T-minus two hours, and she'll have you in her arms again, where you belong always.
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You'd been worried sick all week, as you always were when Natasha had to leave for a mission, and when said mission was no contact your anxiety was made that much worse. Natasha was an Avenger to the world, but to you she was so much more than her given title; it had always rubbed you the wrong way how the world only treated her as if she was a machine. As if she wasn't allowed to have flaws, because if she did then she'd be of no use to them, and in theory to the world, but that wasn't the case.
Natasha was the sweetest person you'd ever met, all the media told lies about her being a stone cold assassin went out the cafe window when she first smiled at you. Caught in the widows web you always joked, but it wasn't a fable, Natasha had your heart from day one.
Today was the day she was meant to return to you, you'd spent all of yesterday cleaning the house in preparation, and now you stood with a warm mug in one hand, your phone in the other, and a smile on your face once your phone pinged. Looking down to see the one emoji'd text from her— a home, the sight alone had the power to make your anxiety melt away.
Before leaving the house you made sure to pet Liho., "Mommy will be home soon sweetie.," you coo'd while scratching his chin, and he meowed, almost as if he knew what you said. You reckon he did on some level, this sequence was a familiar one for him as you grabbed your keys and set off to meet your lover at the base.
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Once the jet landed Natasha was already at the back of the jet., "You really missed her, huh?," she turned to her mission partner with a sad smile., "More than I ever imagined possible.," Wanda placed a comforting hand to her best friend's shoulder., "You know, you could always retire from Shield.," Natasha furrowed her brows at the younger woman words, the thought had crossed her mind, but she didn't ever make any moves to do it., "Just tell Fury you'll be available for the end of the world nonsense, but that it's only fair you have off time off like the others do for a family."
Natasha ponders her wise words, family standing out to her the most as she daydreams. A soft smile taking over her face at the idea of you waddling around your shared place with a protruding belly, to eventually aiding you in all things baby related, and she was so caught up in the magic of her mind she didn't register the door opening, or the tears running down her face, but you sure did, and it wasn't more than a seconds time before you were at her side.
"Natasha, honey.," you softly lifted her head by her chin., "Are you okay baby? Are you with me?," your hands slid to cup her cheeks, part of you trying to comfort your distraught lover, while the other was assessing her face for harm. The redhead looked at your face through hazy eyes, rapidly blinking away her tears in the hopes of finally seeing you after a long week, and once her vision was clear she smiled gratefully., "Hi.," you chuckled at her meek greeting, then pulled her in for a hug., "Hey."
Natasha's arms were tightly around your waist, her bags now dropped on either side of your conjoined bodies, while her head rested on your chest, an ear over your calming heartbeat. The crying while staring at the ground was a bit different for you, normally she runs into your arms with a wide smile, but this softer part, where she allows your heart to bring her back to a simpler headspace is generally expected. After what she sees when she's gone, or what she's made to do, she finds that just this simple hug remedies her mind's harshest demons.
"Ready to go home yet love?," you query after a half hour of silent embracing had passed, you wouldn't willingly admit it, but the rigid stance was hurting your back., "You are my home.," the way she clung to you tighter while declaring you her home warmed you entirely., "But yes, we can get out of here.," as soon as she pulled away you dropped your lips to meet hers in a surprise attack, her squeak of pure shock left you to pull away without her reciprocation to giggle wildly., "Detka, stooop, I'm tired."
A whining Natasha was secretly your favorite, her feelings were hardly ever filtered, and her usual teasing fell by the wayside. Every part of Natasha is your favorite actually, you wouldn't change anything about her, but this little niche of hers held a slightly elevated space in your heart, because her thoughts were purely her. What she says is her desire, it's how you were proposed to, and that's still one of your most fondest memories to date., "Let's go then."
After you settled her bags over your shoulders Natasha clambered right into your open arms, clinging to you adorably, like a koala, sighing at the relief that being off her feet and in your arms always seemed to bring her. She wasn't ever worried about the judging stares, because everyone knew to avert their curious eyes from you, not wanting to end up on the agents list.
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Once you made it home, in a similar position as you previously were you carried her straight into the kitchen. Where you'd set her down on the counter with the already prepared peanut butter sandwiches that she instantly reached for. Natasha hummed appreciatively at the simple flavor, you giggled at how easy she was to please, and again when she tried to speak. Due to the glue like texture of the peanut butter she was clearly struggling. The pout she gave you was enough to crack your heart, looking as if she were wounded, so you passed her the prepared thermos of coffee, and she beamed.
"Thank you detka.," You nodded, smirking as you went to take a bite of your own sandwich, made with jelly because you weren't crazy like your wife., "You're welcome love, even if it did pain me to make the favored atrocity.," your wife groaned, but her eyes were swimming with amusement. Silly moments like these were what you always offered her after her missions, even when she could see you had a tough week of your own, nothing seemed to matter more to you than tending to her.
It overwhelmed her a lot of the time to see just how deeply your love for her truly ran, she felt undeserving, but then you'd smile at her, just like you were now from across the kitchen, and she was reminded of every single reassurance you've ever whispered to her in the past.
"You're not your past Natalia, you never were the monster they tried to make you out to be. You're an angel actually, just gotta spread your wings, and I promise you'll sore."
"I love you today, I'll love you tomorrow, and I'll love you for every foreseeable day after."
"I'm yours Nat, wholeheartedly so, please never forget that."
"You, my precious girl, deserve the world, and I can't wait to give it all to you."
The comfort of your previous words washes over her as she gazes at your focused features. Peeling the orange she knew was about to be hers, your usual attempt to fight off any of the germs she likely brought home., "Catch the citrus, not the cold.," she mocked you in the same moment you tossed the peeled fruit her way, receiving a heatless glare from you that earned you that deep melodic laughter of hers.
Natasha saw you moving about, cleaning the mess you made preparing the lunch earlier. She admired your persistence to keep a tidy home, but she always hated the space between your bodies, so she hopped down from her spot on the counter and made her way over to you. A content breath flowed from her nostrils as she was now laying her cheek against your back, while her arms wrapped securely around you from behind., "I missed you.," she tiredly sighs, as if her clinging to you wasn't already an indicator of her spoken words., "Yeah? I hadn't noticed.," you joked, laughing softly when she groaned against you., "I missed you too love, are you ready for a shower?," lazily she nodded against your back, and without any warning you spun around in her hold, splashing her with the residual water on your hands, and removing yourself from her hold for safety.
"Oh my gosh, Y/N!!!," she gasped, which slowly faded into a tired scolding of your name. All you could do was laugh at her, so hard in fact that you were clutching your stomach and started to cry. The sight of her genuinely shocked face with water droplets spread all about was priceless. Usually the two of you had your routine, but on rare occasions like today you enjoyed stirring it up, and it appears Natasha does too, the smirk taking over her face as she approached you a telltale sign., "You're the actual worst.," she humorously lies., "Yeah, I know, I'm just the devil."
The both of you made your way upstairs after sharing a moment of laughter, and a soft kiss. Natasha immediately undressed once crossing the threshold of your bedroom, you followed behind her, tossing her discarded clothing into the bin, and following it up with your own. Stood outside the shower your wife looks to you expectantly, your eyes then begin to wander her body, taking note of how careful she had to have been to be free of markings., "I'm so proud of you Natty, coming home to me safe and sound like promised.," she beamed at the praising, then within the next she was melting into your hand that held her cheek., "Always my bestest, bravest girl.," she hummed when you leaned in to kiss her deeply while your other hand waded beneath the water.
Natasha was in the most serene state as your fingers carded your woodsy scented products through her tangled red tresses, humming as you promptly rinsed them out just before washing her body just as intently. Though you'd always protested, she made sure to at least return the favor by washing your body just the same while you handled your own hair. Calloused fingertips would trace over your skin as her hand ran the soaped up loofah over every part of your body. Her heart always felt elated, it filling her with immense swirls of love and pride to be able to share such a tenderness.
All her life she'd been made to use these hands of hers to bring harm, but with you they only ever offered soft, comforting touches, and it's in moments like these she's reminded that she is more than all her forced evil's of the past. That she's done bad, but she isn't a bad person. It's in these subtle moments of intimacy shared with you, that transcend a carnal need, that she finds the most peace, feeling all that love she was meant to have all along, and knowing now without a single doubt that she indeed deserves to move beyond being any agency's weapon.
"Natty, I am almost positive I'm clean.," the amusement in your voice settled the worry in her chest as she took notice of your agitated skin. The loofah had clearly run dry of suds while she was lost in her thoughts, and for some reason you just allowed her the moment., "I'm fine love, it's just a surface level scratch.," you immediately disregarded the 'injury,' and leaned down to kiss her deepening pout away., "Follow me now angel, time to melt away all the worries that are plaguing your mind.," Natasha accepted your extended hand, an unreadable expression was on her face, and it worried you ever so slightly, but you were also hopeful your massage would help to calm her.
Natasha's eyes pleaded with you to stay close when you went to briefly leave her on the bed, the subtle pain in her eyes as she worked to let go of the life she once knew, for the one she desperately wanted to acclimate to present. Sadly though, you weren't trained to read her the way she could you, so all you offered was a kiss to her nose, and a whispered reminder that you'd only be but a minute while collecting your warming lotions.
A groan of relief left your wife's lips as your hands settled on her shoulders, you watched her eyes flutter closed expectantly before moving even further down her tense body. There was nothing sexual about the way your hands grazed over her breasts, you only had intentions to melt away all the stress that had accumulated within her body this past week. Unfiltered groans of appreciation left your wife's lips as soon as you kneaded her mounds, it's not something many people would ever consider, but a lot of the time her breasts are sore from spending so much time in those restrictive suits, and your expert ministrations always find a way to relieve the tension.
With every ache in her muscles you'd relieved, it was as if it was being displaced to her heart. Wanda's words were weighing heavy on her, and she couldn't stop her mouth from uttering her deepest pains., "I feel your absence in everything that I do alone.," your hands stilled on her calve, the shake in her voice making your heart drop into your stomach., "...in every place I go without you."
In a seconds time you were face to face with your wife, hovering over her with a concerned expression etched into your features. Natasha smiled up at you, using her hands she urged your body to lie on hers, then she continued., "It's like, my heart doesn't beat right without yours within a comfortable distance.,” you gave her a look of understanding, causing her heart to ache at the thought of you being equally as hurt every time she left you to aide the world, the same one that you felt didn’t deserve her.
She gently cupped your cheeks, smiling at you while tears filled her eyes in direct contrast., “I’m done living a life that doesn’t serve our future detka.,” she chuckled lightly, using her thumb to massage out the furrow in your brow before returning her hand to your cheek., “This, right here, these moments are all I need. You, detka, are my past, my present, and my future, and with that being the case I’ve quit.”
“I’ll still Avenge from time to time, but the rest is history, Fury wasn’t thrilled, but he said he understood, and wished us well.,” your bright smile, and teary eyes made your wife’s choice that much easier, there was no room for doubt when you were this excited over the prospect., “Time for you and I to start that family, yeah?,” Just as soon as you went to nod your approval a loud, clearly offended meow rang throughout the bedroom, and your face flew right into your wife’s neck with unbridled laughter to follow., “To continue our family, my apologies Liho.,” your wife corrected herself with faux sincerity, then she joined in with the obnoxious laughter as yours had failed to cease.
After the both of you calmed down enough you pulled back to look into your lovers eyes once more, wanting to see if the prior words spoken were the whole truth. Natasha didn’t need to ask what you were doing, she just laid there, allowing you your silent bout of observation., “So this is it then Natty?,” she nodded softly, her hand once again was caressing your cheek, and pulling you in for a tender, yet deep kiss., “We’re going to be mommies.,” you giggled against her lips, and your excitement led to a new wave of tears for the former assassin.
Never in her life had she thought she’d find someone willing to love her, let alone be willing to start a family with her, but everyday she thanks the stars above that you challenged every misconception she had about love. There was nothing to really fear when you scooped her fragile little heart up and into your hands, using your abundance of free flowing love to fill up all the deep cracks, and now, because of you for the first time ever she’s been made whole.
“YA lyublyu tebya.,” her wavering voice filled the little space between you, your lips pressed to hers in a reaffirming manner before you pulled back to look into her eyes., “I love you too Natty, with all of my heart; I’m all yours.,” she melted at your words, and you pressed a kiss to her forehead before continuing to return to massaging your wife. Observing her face, a bittersweet feeling settled in your chest when you realized this was the last time you’d likely be performing this post mission sequence, so you made sure to make it a memorable one.
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A Warm Hand, and Your Loving Touch…
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Fluffy birthday fic for the softie that is Natty. ❤️
Smut: Subby Nat, Mistress (R), Bunny (N), Cum-Filled Strap (Oral/Penetration), Oral (N) Nipple Clamps (N), Kinks: Breeding, Stomach Bulge, Degradation, Praising. Aftercare 🥰
18+ | Minors DNI ‼️
Shoutout to @mostlymarvelsstuff for helping with the overall concept of the fic/inspiring it. ❤️
Natasha entered your apartment with only one thing on her mind, but as she pushed the door open she deflated when noticing the living space was vacant. Normally she would get off work and enter your place to find your smiling face awaiting her arrival, it's a constant she'd grown accustomed to, but judging by how silent the space is it appears you're not even home. After setting her coat on the rack along with her bag she set off to find out where you might be. Part of her was on the verge of panicking seeing as how you didn't tell her you'd be out, but she also knew very well how impulsive you could be, and it's more likely that you ran to the store than it would be that you were kidnapped by an enemy of hers.
As the redhead enters your room she is hopeful to find you there, but instead she's met with a variety of differing things sprawled across your mattress, at the very center there laid a folded up note with her name neatly written on the front that brought a genuine smile to her face. Natasha had never celebrated her birthday in all the years she'd been free'd, but deep down she'd hoped you would change that tradition, and judging by the instructions you left for her to get ready for an unorthodox picnic in the dead of Fall she'll likely be getting her wish.
She takes another glance at the items on the bed, an emerald green sweater dress was first to catch her eye. It wasn't lost on her that you selected the shade to match her eyes that you never failed to gush about. You'd paired it with fleece lined faux sheer stockings and white snow boots and right next to that selected outfit sat a small basket of new bath products. A smile lit up her face as she realized it's the brand she mentioned to you the other day, something she's wanted to try for a while now that's more masculine than her usual products.
She swiftly scoops the basket into her arms and heads to the bathroom with it. Once in front of the bathtub her smile only widens as she sees you've spread out some candles and rose petals around for her to enjoy while she relaxes after her stressful day. She begins to fill it up with water before adding in a splash of her bubble bath, only lighting the candles once she's settled into the warm steaming water.
Natasha had one thing on her mind when she walked into the apartment today, after weeks spent on varying missions she'd missed you dearly. Her need for you was strong, and so she reasoned that no matter your plans for today, she was certain she'd be getting lucky tonight. So after allowing her muscles ample time to recover from her strenuous day she decided it was likely time to start her hygiene regimen.
She shivered as she stood up as the bitter chill from the outside seeped into your apartment. She reached for her shaving cream first, using the draining water in the tub she rinsed the razor off after every couple strokes. Once her skin was void of excess hair she turned the shower on, effectively warming her body back up, and allowing her the chance to properly wash and condition her thick red locks. Then the last thing on her agenda was to try out the new foaming body wash you got her. A deep woodsy scent filled the steamed up shower as she squeezed the soap out onto the loofah, she reveled in the desired scent and began to rub it all over her body in the hopes that it would hopefully linger.
Upon exiting the shower she dried off with the plush white towel you'd left out for her. There was a distinct level of warmth to the fabric telling her you'd likely thrown it into the dryer for her, that tidbit warmed her heart, and it only made her need to get to you grow tenfold. She then made quick work of her skincare routine, using the accompanying lotion you provided before moving on to applying the barest layer of makeup.
Natasha then moved into the bedroom where she got dressed just as quickly. She admired the beautiful outfit you selected for her while adding a few pieces of complementary jewelry from her abundant collection on. An emerald necklace laid perfectly within the dip of her collarbone, matching the smaller emeralds that now adorned her lower ears. They stood out in comparison to the multitude of silver rings running up her right lobe. Her hands would normally have a variety of silver rings across them, but she chose to forgo them upon seeing the matching green gloves you set out for her. The redhead knew better than to ignore the fabric meant to keep her hands warm, so she reluctantly slipped them on. After sliding into the boots you set out for her she shut the lights off throughout the space, fed a meowing Liho, then she was racing out the door to get to you.
The walk to your "spot" wasn't long, but she took her time on the jaunt to the community garden. Her mind was racing with possibilities for what to expect, you'd been known to keep her on her toes; everyday was a new adventure for the redhead whenever you were involved. Normally she craved a sense of stability in her personal life, but she's learned that even with all your spontaneity, you still grounded her. Life with you was a dream come true, and every step that brought her closer to you caused her heart to beat even harder, and when she finally saw you she was near to melting.
There beneath the heated gazebo stood the most precious thing she'd honestly ever seen. She watched as you focused in on the table, a furrowed expression overtook your face when you readjusted the vase full of faux flowers. Shamelessly she looked you over, you'd chosen to wear the light brown, corduroy suit from your collection, the one she told you was her favorite time and time again. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much already, but the glimpse of your emerald green button up shirt to match her dress only made her smile grow wider. Ever the prepared one, you were also wearing gloves, and snow boots, but you also had on a light brown beanie, and a plush black scarf.
Natasha knew she should make her arrival clear to you, but she enjoyed watching you move about fixing everything that was perfectly fine. This neurotic side of you was a place of amusement for her most days, she wouldn't ever complain either, because it always ends up proving fruitful in the end for whatever you do. However, it's absolutely freezing since the snow had decided to lightly fall from the sky. Her body shivered once the flakes touched her face, causing her body to jolt, and for her leg to shift and her boot to then crash down into a fallen twig; effectively breaking the silence.
"Natty!," she smirked at your excited voice, you'd finally noticed her arrival, and in true you fashion you rushed over to embrace her., "Oh, you're shivering, come now.," you quickly dragged the redhead underneath the gazebo, and she was immediately enveloped by the blowing heaters warmth. This didn't seem to satisfy you though, because much to her dismay you wrapped a white scarf around her neck, and before she could stop you a white fur cossack hat was being pulled onto her head. You beamed at the sight of your lover., "Cute.," you booped her reddened nose for emphasis, then you pulled her in for an overdue kiss., "Happy 38th Birthday my precious love."
Natasha groaned playfully against your lips., "Must you mention my change in age?," you giggled, which is exactly what she wanted to hear., "There's nothing wrong with aging Nat, and I think it's important to note you're doing so gracefully—like the finest of wines.," you pecked her lips once more, smiling rather triumphantly upon noticing her red cheeks., "Detka, this all looks delicious.," Natasha tries to change the subject, and your heart warms at the shyness you always seem to evoke from the outwardly confident woman., "Thanks love, Wands definitely helped me pull it together."
Natasha, ever the gentlewoman, pulled your chair out for you, then her lips pressed to your cheek as she shuffled you closer to the table. Then after a second of up close observation of your face she took her space across from you, settling in for a lively dinner full of her faves. The food didn't last long, a testament to your collective best friends cooking skills, but the conversation was never ending. Nat wasn't much of a talker, but she supposes that was because she never found someone she trusted enough to listen to her stories before she found you—even Clint couldn't get her to open up like this. The archer was never offended by this information, he happily welcomed your presence, and Nat knew she picked a good one once he let her know of his valued approval.
After the bottle of wine was finished off you decided to call it, the snow was only seeming to pick up, and you both wanted to beat feet before it could lead into torrential territory. Natasha sat in her seat with a pout on her face while you cleaned up, she didn't like not being able to help you, but deep down she enjoyed the special treatment you were showing her., "Birthday girls don't clean up, they sit there and look pretty.," is what you said to her, and the red that once tinted her cheeks returned.
Once you threw out all the easily disposable things you apologized to the environment, then linked your fuzzy hand with your girlfriends. Natasha wasn't exactly ready to return to the apartment though, so she dropped your hand. Just as you spun around to see what was wrong your face dropped at the sight of your lover. That signature lopsided smirk you usually loved adorned her face, causing you to gulp when you saw the rounded ball of white in her hand., "Nat, don't you even think about it.," you warned, but you were well aware she wasn't going to drop it so you ran to take cover, and only narrowly escaped the cold projectile.
"Detka, come on, don't hide from me now.," she taunted, you stood up from behind the rock you'd used as a shield, chuckling dangerously as you locked eyes with the curious redhead. Her eyes fell to your arms, they were loaded with snowballs, and though she was normally quick on her feet she couldn't beat your arm. Not when she was stunned by your alarming efficiency at forming the balls of fallen snow., "I yield! Detka, please, I'm sorry.," she shrieks as the snowballs continued to pelt into her, breaking apart as it collided with her body and falling into places it surely didn't belong.
"Is that right? The big, bad Black Widow is yielding huh?," you teased while also dropping your remaining ammo in favor of helping her to brush the snow off of her, but you were soon gasping when a pile of snow was smushed into your face., "You little cheater.," you growled, Natasha laughed boisterously in response as you shoved her away, she even nearly fell back into the snow, but fortunately her boots were sturdy., "Detka, wait, come back!!"
Natasha was quick to chase your retreating form down, spinning you around by the hold she managed to get on your hip, before you could protest she pressed her soft lips to yours, causing your body to collide with a tree as she leaned her body into yours., "That was fun.," you rolled your eyes while shoving her away., "For you maybe, my face feels frozen.," you grumbled, your eyes shone with amusement though, and the redhead happily took your extended hand back into hers for the rest of the short walk back to your apartment.
Once the door opened the both of you made quick work shedding your wetted articles of clothing from your body. A smirk graced your lips when Natasha was left in her lingerie, the sight of the matching lacy red set not lost on you, but that would have to wait., "That's not fair.," Natasha grumbled upon noticing all you had to remove was your jacket, but thankfully for you that was the case because one of her presents was tucked away beneath your suit pants., "Oh hush up now, maybe next time you'll wear your coat, and also never start a snowball war with a seasoned veteran."
Natasha playfully rolled her eyes, then she attempted to hug you for warmth but you held your arm out to stop her which drew a pitiful whine from her throat., "Detka, I'm cold...," you smiled sympathetically, but you stood your ground simply because you needed your arms to grab her gift from the counter, and she was quick to quiet down when you handed her the beautifully wrapped box. It made your heart skip when she snatched it, and tore it to pieces. This child like innocence was something only you ever got to see, and you never took it for granted when she acted this way.
Natasha's eyes stared at the gift for a long time, then her body surged into your expectant arms. She sobbed lightly, soaking your undershirt but you didn't really care, her clear appreciation was enough of a reason not to., "I love it.," she finally manages to say, and you smile at the soft look on her face when she pulls away to admire the gift once more. The object of her affection was now in your sight again, and you too admired the craftsmanship of the globe. You'd had your first date at the ice skating rink from this years January memorialized. Two tiny figures sharing your likeness held hands, one dressed properly while the other braved the cold in jeans and a t-shirt as the both of them not so gracefully skated around the rink. Natasha shook the toy, watching the way that the water bubbled at the top, and how the white speckles that symbolized the snow fell., "It's absolutely perfect detka, and it's going on the mantle.," she cheered as she gratefully pecked your lips just before turning to place it.
As soon as she turned away you made your leave for the bedroom, and Natasha was left following the trail of clothing you left behind in your wake, which left her feeling rather excited. The door was shut as she expected, she carefully opened it to find you sat on the bed. Her eyes nearly bulged out of the sockets at the mere sight of you; a smirk consumed your face at her stunned expression, you were properly bare, with a thick strap she'd never seen before dangling from between your legs, and in your right hand was a dangling set of nipple clamps.
Natasha felt a new level of excitement fill her at the sight of the brand new toys, the ones she'd been begging you to get for a few months now, and a big part of her is touched that you would save such things for her birthday., "Like what you see bunny?," your low tone caused a shiver to run through the redheads body, and straight to her core that was already dripping for you. She nodded, and without another word from you Natasha was walking to stand before you., “Strip for your mistress, show me just how badly you want my special cock baby girl…”
Without any hesitation she unclasped her bra, her hands flew up to her breasts upon their freeing, she pressed them together, and began to knead at the flesh to entice you, her head was soon thrown back as she began to tweak her sensitive nipples for show, your clit throbbed at the sound of her moans, and she lifted her head to see how worked up you were already getting. The need to please you was always high for the redhead, so she slowly trailed her hands down her body, the way her breasts ended up falling back into place and slightly bouncing as they did pulled an affected groan from you that had her biting her lip to fight off her prideful smirk.
Once her hands reached the hem of her panties she’d taken notice of how you stroked the strap as if it was truly your own cock, the way with which you pressed the base of the strap told her you were receiving immense pleasure from the pressure against your clit. An almost angry bit of jealousy surged through her, because sure you were aroused by her display, but it was still your hand pleasuring you and not her. Swiftly she removed her panties, and before you could reprimand her for being in a rush she was on her knees before you. The way she looked up at you made your mouth run dry, the need to please was ever clear in her submissive eyes, and you weren’t going to combat that.
Natasha smiled when your hand affectionately cupped her cheek, and your thumb slowly traced over her plump lower lip., “Does my precious bunny wanna suck me off, hm?,” she nodded fervently causing you to chuckle softly. You leaned down, softly pressing your lips to hers to catch her whimpers as you attached the clamps to her nipples without much warning. You remained there, allowing her this soft moment to get used to the new sensation, and where your tongue could explore her mouth. Natasha moaned into the kiss when you tugged on the chain, testing the durability, as well as her tolerance, and you were pleased with both.
Letting go of the chain you could feel the way she shivered when the cold chain touched her skin, her hands now settled on your thighs. Your tongue slid from her mouth as you pulled away from her lips, a slight reluctance in your movements because parting from her lush lips never really gets any easier for you. Still, the show must go on, and go on it did as you watched her tongue lick up from the base of your strap, her eyes deadlocked with yours as her lips wrapped around the thick tip. Barely moving down she still managed to apply the kind of pressure necessary to pull a moan., “You’re already doing so good for me on your very special day bunny, I’m so proud of you.”
Natasha thrived on your praises, so it was of no surprise to you when she managed to take even more of your strap into her mouth, or to see that her thighs were harshly rubbing together. Normally you would reprimand her for seeking her relief in such a way, but seeing as it was her birthday you cut her a little slack, but not too much as your hips suddenly thrust even more of the cock down her more than ready throat. Natasha’s favorite pastime was having your strap down her throat, you could be watching a movie on an off day, and she’d instantly be on her knees in your living room ready to please. Even if this strap was testing her limits, proof of this in the way tears cascaded down her face, mixing with the drool overtaking her chin, she was still not giving up on taking it all.
Her movements were sloppy as she bobbed as far as she could, a form of relief came in when your hand naturally wove through her hair, and you took over the entire process on your road to bliss. Natasha prepared herself, taking in a harsh breath just before you began to hold her head still while your hips thrust upwards. Natasha’s gagging, and her drool that pooled at the base of the strap that was now slowly dripping down your skin only aroused you further. Not long after you took over were you screaming out her name like a prayer, your slick now trailing down your ass as you ever so slowly brought your thrusting to a stop.
Natasha gasped when you relinquished your hold, a fit of harsh coughs tore from her, while your body fell back onto the bed momentarily. Once you regained your composure you sat up, your hands once again found your lovers mussed up face and you beamed at the sight. She smiled at you just the same, and happily allowed you to guide her face to yours for a sloppy kiss before you lifted her onto the bed. Flat on her back she stared up at you in wonder and you looked at her with eyes full of lust., “I’m going to treat you so well bunny, gonna take care of you like you need.,” her eyes were full of love as you spoke so tenderly, and her lips upturned when she felt your body on hers.
As your lips met hers your hand was tenderly exploring her heat, she moaned languidly into your mouth when you trailed over her clit. It was more than clear to you that she was ready for all you had to offer, but still, you wanted to taste her so you trailed your lips down her body en route to her dripping core. Your tongue was quick to lick a stripe up her slit, while your hands happily settled onto the chain.
The first orgasm of the night for Natasha came quickly with how expertly your tongue worked her over, that coupled with the brutal way in which you tugged on the chain had her back arching in no time as she screamed for you. Her delicious arousal now covered the lower half of your face and slowly coated your throat, your lips slowly trailed back up her body, the marks you know she desperately loved you to leave were perfectly scattered across her body, and she was making the prettiest of noises as you made your way back to her awaiting lips.
Lining your cock up with her entrance you thrusted only the tip into her, catching her whines as you did. Natasha’s face contorted painfully at the stretch, this was a bit larger than the usual strap you’d use, so it took her a second to adjust., “Breathe bunny, I got you.,” you softly reassured her before thrusting the rest of your length into her, you peppered soft kisses across her face while she momentarily adjusted. Moving ever so slightly to gauge her comfort worked in your favor as she moaned loudly, and with that confirmation your hips began to set a pace that had her legs shaking.
"Oh bunny, look at you... What a mindless whore you are for your mistress's cock...," you taunted the woman who lied beneath you, a blabbering mess as you continued to pound your strap into her dripping cunt at a brutal pace., "Isn't that right?," you smirked when she managed to hum out a soft yes., "All you ever want is to have that greedy cunt of yours sheathed over my cock as you chase down your own release like the selfish whore you are.," Natasha's walls clenched around you the more you spoke, your dirty words and the nasty truth they held managing to push her to the brink.
"Mistress, please, can I cum?," she cries out as the pit in her stomach tightens to a nearly unbearable degree., "Want me to fuck my babies into you bunny?," you grunted out as the power of your thrust caused the hilt of the harness to rub against you just right., "Fuck, you'll look so hot with my cum dripping out of you, I'm going to fill you so well you'll feel me dripping out of your messy cunt for days...,"
"Please fill me up mistress, oh God, I'm so close... I-I need, mhm...," your thumb swirling over her throbbing clit shut her pitiful pleading up., "Shh... Hold it a bit for me bunny, I'm almost there, wanna cum with you.," you softly panted, the pressure was steadily building up within you, and the newfound sight of your strap causing her stomach to protrude had you instantly teetering over that blissful edge. Natasha moaned brokenly when you impulsively pressed against her bulging stomach that your unrelenting thrusts caused.
"Otpusti krolika.," you hotly murmured your permission to her in her mother tongue. Natasha's eyes widened as your accented words hit her brain, your hand slid down swiftly to press against the straps cum reservoir. With a rather harsh thrust you released into her, painting her pulsing walls with the sticky substance that was soon mixing with hers as that tight pit in her stomach finally burst, causing her orgasm to come gushing out of her, and boy were you speechless at the sight.
(Let go bunny)
Her abundant release left you astonished, with the way it absolutely soaked the sheets, and drenched your thighs. Natasha whimpered as your strap drove into her even deeper when you collapsed into her, the sight alone of her squirting lead you into one of the most blissful orgasms of your life. Natasha and you were breathing erratically in tandem, her chest heaved as yours fell, the both of you absolutely spent from your intimate moments shared.
Once you'd calmed down you peered up to see Natasha already smiling down at you dreamily. As gently as you could you pulled out of her, she still groaned at the movement though, and the sudden emptiness left her cunt feeling unnaturally hollow. She didn't dwell on the thought for long though as you teasingly pulled on her nipple clamps, and the action made her moan while her cunt pulsed around nothing, the thick remnants of your mixed cum gushing out of her leaving you awestruck., "Jesus Nat, you're likely going to be the death of me.," you groaned just before leaning down to kiss her, and the both of you sighed in contentment.
"We both know if I wanted you dead, I'd have already made it happen.," she teased you as you pulled away, you smirked while lightly tugging on the clamps again, earning you quite the glare., "Never tease when you don't have the upper hand bunny.," you reminded her, then in a show of mercy you gently removed the clamps from her nipples. You then used your tongue to briefly soothe the tender nubs, pulling a moan of relief from the redhead who's hand quickly fell to your hair to keep you there.
Then as fast as you could you cleaned the both of you up, applying a soothing salve to your lovers tender nipples, then while she used the restroom you changed out the sheets. Nat was waiting for you on the toilet as her legs felt a bit too much like jello to allow her to return to bed and you didn't leave her there for too long. Natasha tiredly lifted her arms, allowing you to slip your tank over her head, then for her to also wrap them around your neck and snuggle into you so you could lay her down, with your head atop of her shoulder as she preferred.
With your hand tracing circles against your lovers shoulder, and hers doing the same to your back you found the moment peaceful. It was a perfect moment, truly, but then you took notice of the time flashing in the darkened room—11:50PM. Natasha's body jolted up when yours did, she attempted to see what was so wrong but you were racing out of the room. The sheet going with you to shield you from the cold, but more so from Liho's judgmental gaze as you scrambled around the kitchen in search of what you needed to end the special night.
Natasha was two seconds away from getting up herself to make sure you were okay, fortunately the bedroom door flew open, and the sight had her eyes glossing over with tears of pure joy. There you stood slightly panting from all the running, a soft yellow light illuminating your face, flickering about as you approached her. Never once did her eyes leave your face, you sang the traditional tune rather sillily, and so it completely threw her off for the way you ended the song., "S dnem rozhdeniya tebya Natalia.," the tears fell, and you smiled softly at her while nodding to the candle, "Zagadat' zhelaniye."
(Happy Birthday Natalia.) (Make a wish)
Natasha wiped her tears from her cheeks, then she closed her eyes to give the illusion that she was thinking, her lips puckered and she blew a soft gust of air in your direction causing the room to be blanketed in darkness once more. Her hands clapped together to trigger your lamps, and she was graced with your beautiful smile as the lights beside the bed flickered on., "What did you wish for?," you teasingly asked while handing her the singular cupcake., "Nothing.," your brows furrowed skeptically., "Seriously, I have all I could possibly need right here detka, you're my greatest wish come true."
Natasha welcomed the kiss you leaned in for, she tasted of confectioners sugar as the icing on her tongue transferred to yours. The kiss was deep, but it wasn't heated in the slightest. It was one of those rare moments where the two of you got to just feel each other, the love flowing between the two of you without a word spoken. Natasha cherished the closeness while her mind was replaying the moment prior where she did make that silly birthday wish.
A wish that came to be a reality only a month later when she dropped down on one knee, swearing to give you all of her if you'd just say yes, and to her hearts truest desire you did..
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Roadside Assistance
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Sunshine/Grumpy Prompts
Protective Natty ❤️
“You're definitely the only person I would do this for.”
“Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?”
"You're definitely the only person I would do this for.," Natasha grumbles while making her way over to help you, you who'd been stranded on the side of this road for a little over an hour now., "Natasha, we both know that isn't true—you'd help Wanda or Clint out like this too.," the redhead shrugged indifferently at your slight truths. You watched her intently as she settled her tool box down beside your lemon of a car, then your eyes were quick to zone in on her deliciously toned arms as she was removing her leather jacket to place it over your shoulder for safe keeping.
As she smirked at your wandering gaze you were quick to look away to avoid her taunting. Your eyes returned to her as soon as she was sliding beneath your car, and you took the moment alone to shamelessly admire her physique. Her shirt had ridden up to expose her toned abdomen and the sight alone left you wondering if she'd ever give you more than flirty banter and proposed bonds of friendship.
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Natasha had always intrigued you, she was a picture perfect example of beauty, and though she could do much better as a famed Avenger she was nothing if not an amazing friend to you. Many times went by where you thought it might be more to her, like when she'd invite you to events as her plus one, but then she'd sneak off with another girl, and you'd wind up hailing a taxi home. She was nothing short of confusing, but it never seemed to curve your want for her. Your sinful thoughts were soon interrupted as she asked you a rhetorical question., "Why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?"
You chuckled., "Didn't know me crying over the phone was charming Nat, but I'll remember that the next time I need you to help me.," she grunted in lieu of words, and for a few short minutes all that could be heard were her many grunts followed by curses and the sounds of her tinkering with car parts you knew nothing about, and you were just grateful your friend here seemed to know what she was doing.
"Everything alright down there?," you teased, but then your heart dropped when you heard her curse in her mother tongue, she slid out from under your car covered in black smudges while wearing a defeated smile., "Well, I have good news, and then I have bad news.," she relayed exactly what you expected to hear while extending her hand out to you for assistance. You jerked her up off the ground, and she was actually quite impressed with your strength., "Which do you want first detka?," she asked softly, her grease covered hands fell to your waist and you were about to protest for the sake of your shirt, but the touch just felt right.
"Natty, Just rip off the bandaid please.," you grimaced, and she offered you only the softest of smiles, the kind she'd only reserved for you. Soft lips pressed to your forehead for an added layer of comfort as she sadly confirmed your suspicions., "This car is junk Y/N/N, and based on what I can see the jerk who sold it to you off that lot last month had to have known it.," you sighed aggressively, your hot breaths fanning across the redheads skin causing her to shiver., "Would you care for the good news detka?"
Natasha's heart beamed when you leaned into her, laying your head against her chest and wrapping your arms around her waist as you nodded against her, urging her to speak., "Well, I have the kinda pull necessary to get you one of Tony's vehicles free of charge.," Natasha instantly shushed you before you could expectedly protest the generous offer., "On top of that offer I also would like to offer my own services.," you shifted so that you could peer up at her questioningly., "I'll be your personal chauffeur for the next week while Tony gets the car ready for you detka.," she says as if it was always the obvious answer.
"Natty, I can't ask you guys to to do any of that.," you confidently negated her offer, but the shake of her chest beneath your cheek as she chuckled told you she also didn't take you seriously., "You didn't ask, I offered because there's no way my precious girl will be back to taking the Subway through this shady city.," her arms were quick to slip around your back to hold you tightly against her, this need to protect you at all costs consuming her heart.
"Natty, I've lived here my whole life, I can handle the hustle and bustle of the city.," you said over a soft giggle, but all you received were her arms tightening around you., "Yeah, but I'm saying that won't be happening anymore. This city's only gotten more dangerous over time, and you've got a direct tie to me now. You're too important a person to me Y/N/N, far more important than I think you realize."
The vulnerability in her voice threw your mind for a loop, and as you pulled away to look into her eyes you could see they were glazed over., "Oh Natty, what's wrong?," her heart skipped when you immediately moved into comforting her, like it was just the most natural thing for you to do, and so she released a shaky breath in lieu of a response while she built up courage to be honest. Nonstop reminding herself of what Clint said to her as she left his farm last week. That she did deserve the love she knew you had to offer her, and in turn you deserved to know that she had always loved you just the same.
Softly she smiled at you, confusing you more as her lips softly kissed the palms of your hands that were currently cupping her warm cheeks., “Would you believe me if I said nothing?,” you went to reply, but she was too quick., “Because I am actually not sad at all Y/N, I’m thrilled to be able to take care of you. It’s all I want to do, now and for the rest of our life if you’d let me.,” you gasped at the confessional, words you’d all but begged for her to say were finally said, and it all felt like a fever dream, but you knew it was really happening as the cold wind breezed by., “You’re not shitting me right now, right?”
Natasha’s lips fell into a slight frown, but she knew better than to be offended. It truly was a fair question to ask her since she’s been running from your advances from the start., “Y/N, I would never lie to you, so what do you say,hm? Will you let me take you to dinner?,” she looked to you with hopeful eyes, and a bright smile etched her face when you nodded. You squealed when your body was lifted off the ground, Natasha having been overwhelmed by excitement found the urge to spin you around in celebration., “It’s already five, I made us reservations for six-thirty, so we have enough time to get us out of these dirty clothes.”
Natasha smirked when seeing realization flash across your face, she kissed your cheek just before dropping her helmet over your head., “Don’t overthink it detka, just hold on tight, and know that you’re forever safe with me.,” Though she couldn’t see it you smiled under the helmet, happy to know this was always her plan—to help you and make you hers. She guided you to her bike, helping you on, and once your arms laid comfortably over her abdomen she sped off on her motorbike with an unrelenting smile on her face as the crisp wind rushed through her beautiful red hair., “YA tebya lyublyu Y/N.,” she yelled out into the world, smiling when you squeezed her hip three times in what she understood to be your reciprocation., “I’ll protect you forever angel…”
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A Simple Cat Nap
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
“Hon', if you take any more naps on the couch you're going to mess up your back.”
Natasha's post mission meeting was droning on, Fury's words no longer holding any sense to the redhead. They were instead background noise while her mind ran wild with thoughts of you. It'd been a whole two weeks since she last saw your smiling face, and it was becoming a bit too much for her to bare any longer if she was being honest; retirement was imminent.
The moment Fury shut off the prompter the woman was already to her feet, and that next second she was out the door without so much as a goodbye to the director or team she led. Nothing could keep her from hopping onto her bike and racing off to your cabin in the woods. A cozy little space the two of you purchased earlier in the year after becoming newlyweds.
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On her way home she'd stopped to grab a bag of takeout, knowing it is likely you hadn't been eating much without her there to cook for you, and there was no way she was cooking tonight. Not when she plans to hand feed you the greasiest grub as she cuddles you incredibly close to her while you watch the absolute brain rot that is reality TV together.
Natasha’s body buzzes at the prospect of seeing you when the secluded cabin fills her vision, and she is pleasantly surprised to find the place in working order upon entering. The usual mess of yours, made in petty retaliation for your lover’s absence is seemingly nonexistent. She doesn’t wish to dwell on the good news, instead she sets off throughout the space to hopefully find you, settling her belongings aside, along with the bag of food down on the kitchen counter. The redhead downs a glass of water in an attempt to satiate her sudden thirst, and it’s when she places her cup on the counter that she fortunately hears you.
The distinct sound of your soft snores made their way into the kitchen from what Natasha perceives to be the living room; your favorite place to lounge around and consequently to pass out. The Avenger tiptoes into the room, a smile gracing her face at the sheer sight of you. Flat on your back she cringes upon observing the horrible angle at which your neck is bent, along with the way that your arm awkwardly dangles off the couch with a remote in hand. The other arm was draped over your eyes, and your mouth was wide open, drool dried to the corners of your lips, and she wonders who’d been on this last mission, because you were clearly exhausted.
Even in your state you look adorable as can be, and as she approaches she acknowledges the black feline peacefully sleeping on your chest. Liho senses her presence, lifting his head from your chest he softly glares in her direction., “You were mine first.,” she quietly reminds the cat, but not quietly enough because you stir, and before she could try to remedy it your arm slid from your face, and your crusted eyes met with hers as she apologetically stared at you, but to her hearts content you tiredly smiled up at her causing her to mirror the sentiment.
She then watched in amusement when your body stretched out, mirroring that of Liho’s as he’d jumped up onto the back of the couch., "Hon', if you take any more naps on the couch you're going to mess up your back.,” she lovingly voices her concerns upon hearing the way that your body crackles like a bunch of glow sticks being activated at once., “Natty, this couch is the premier destination for a solid nap, you’re just delusional.,” she rolled her eyes at your asinine response, but she let it go for the sake of keeping the peace.
“If you say so detka.,” she extended her hand to you to aide you in sitting up, knowing very well that your body is likely as stiff as a rock, she had learned this the hard way after the one and only time she ever napped on this very couch., “I do say so.,” you said with a pouting face, and Natasha moved quickly to kiss it away which instantly brought a smile to your face, and a warmth bloomed within the both of your chests at that oh so familiar touch., “Welcome home.,” you whispered against her supple lips, and before she could say much of anything Natasha was squealing as your arms suddenly wrapped around her waist, pulling her into your lap, and slamming your lips to hers for a deeper kiss.
Natasha was quick to shift around until she was straddling your lap, her lips never once leaving yours as you partook in a steamy make out session that left the both of you rather breathless by the time you were pulling apart., “I really missed you Natty.,” Natasha gently leaned her forehead to yours, it was a level of intimacy that always brought her deep comfort, and she was desperately feening for some with the conversation she was about to initiate.
“Let’s have a baby.,” she blurted, her heart hammering in her chest when you stiffened., “Honey, we’ve talked about this.,” you went to negate her sentiment, but you stopped when she violently shook her head., “Detka, I’m ready. Fury received an email about an hour ago with my resignation attached, because I can’t keep living a life I’ve clearly outgrown, one that takes me away from you far too often, and holds me back from the future I deserve.”
Your arms wrapped around her waist even tighter as excitement built up within you, and she was squealing once more when you stood up and spun her around., “Natty, you’re being serious?,” she chuckled out a soft yes, and held onto you while you continued to jump about. Hearing her say something as simple as ‘the future I deserve,’ left you feeling hopeful. She’d always struggled with the concept, it took you so many years just to get a date with the woman; to know now that she’s actually come this far makes you feel immense pride.
“Is this a yes?,” she finally seeks clarity so you gently lower her to the ground and cup her cheeks to pull her in for an excited kiss., “Natty, it’s a resounding hell yeah, we could even get started right now if you wanted.,” she chuckled at your enticing innuendo., “Detka, we have all the time in the world so how about you pull up Real Housewives of whatever city, and I’ll go reheat our dinner—sound good?”
Natasha threw the Chinese takeout into the microwave, and while the food was heating up she cracked open a couple beers to celebrate. Returning as quickly as she could she found you waiting on the couch with an abundance of plush blankets surrounding you, and the way you smiled at her let her know that with her sudden retirement she’d be able to have moments like this with you all the time, and all her residual guilt melted away at the thought.
After about three episodes Natasha felt your head drop to her shoulder, and so she laid herself down against your favored couch, and cuddled you close like she’d been craving to do. Then by the time episode four was ending she heard your soft snores, which were followed by a sleeping you thrashing until you were facing your lover with her arms tightly around you. With a defeated sigh Natasha figured out that you’d both be sleeping on the couch tonight., “Oh, the things we do for love.,” she grumbled to the cat who now lay over both of your hips., “A sore back sure is worth it though with a view like this.,” she softly stated while shamelessly ogling your sleeping features, her lips gentle as they lay a sweet kiss to your forehead, then again to your pouting lips.
“Goodnight detka.,” she yawned., “Maybe this time next year we’ll have a mini you to chase.,” she shuffled slightly for comfort., “and rest assured that we’ll definitely have a new couch.”
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Bloody Hell of a Mess
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Request
“Oh my god you're bleeding. How the hell did you do that?”
“I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”
Warnings: Gash/Blood
"Oh my god you're bleeding!," Natasha shrieks as she enters the kitchen to find you hovering your injured hand over the sink., "How the hell did you do that?," she continues while making her way over to assess the damages, and she's nearly fainting as she takes note of the deep gash, her eyes quickly bore into yours next, effectively making you nervously shriek out a response., "I was trying to cut the tomatoes!"
Natasha's brows furrow while her hands take a fresh dish towel to apply the necessary pressure to your bleeding wound. The pain is rather blinding, causing you to slightly sway in your spot, and that's when Natasha uses her other hand to stabilize your body., "Y/N.," she calmly mutters your name, you look up to her nervously as you're unsure what Natasha you are about to get here., "Why were you cutting the tomatoes and not Wanda or Bucky? You know, the ones who actually cook dinner here."
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"I-I was trying to help Wanda, she seemed stressed, and so I offered to be her sous chef.," you mumbled your answer so quietly that the redhead hardly heard you., "Come again?," you looked up to her with your lip trapped between your teeth, and her surface level anger melted at the adorable sight of your nervous state., "Detka, you know there's a reason you're not one of the chef's here.," she softly cooed before swiftly pecking at your lips to get you to release your lower lip., "That reason being your stunning ability to burn water, and apparently now to chop your hand up along with the tomatoes.," she chuckled when you tried to lean away from her, the embarrassment clear as day on your face., "Natty, it was one time."
"One time is too many.," she reasons while pulling your body closer to hers, and you can see the genuine concern she carried for you beneath her usually guarded eyes, "Let's get you to Bruce now, then if you're good we can cuddle in bed until you're feeling better.," you sighed, knowing that fighting her would get you nowhere so you nodded your acceptance.
Wanda then entered the kitchen at the worst time, approaching the cut tomatoes and shrieking at the sight of your blood all over. Natasha was quick to stop you from talking, the need to keep you focused on your hand was imminent., "Hey Wands, use the black card to just order takeout tonight, Y/N here was given privileges she never should've been.," the witch grimaced once she took in the sight of you, the way you looked of a wounded puppy made her heart skip, and she also found Natasha's calm to be nothing to take for granted., "Sounds good to me, I'll just clean this up and order some Chinese food since it's your guys favorite.," Natasha smirked at the relative easiness of the situation, knowing good and well that even if Wanda would win in a fight, she was still fearful of the former assassin.
Wanda sent you an apologetic smile when you walked by her sniffling, the bloodied towel a reminder to never you near the knives again. Natasha was also quick to whisper said reminder to her, the softness in her voice was a faux offer of comfort, because the truth in her words was that the witch got off lucky this time. Natasha escorted you to Bruce, who with one silent nod from the redhead knew to get to work on fixing you up. She held your good hand, allowing you to squeeze hers whenever a stitch was too much to bare, and she kept her comments to herself about how soft you were.
After all was said and done you were her precious little baby, a fierce avenger by day, but by nightfall you were a soft little cuddle bug. Every time you’d inevitably come home injured she’d revel in the cuddling to come after she knew you were going to be okay. So just as soon as Bruce gave you the all clear she was carrying you out of the medbay bridal style. Passing the kitchen she expertly grabbed the bag being extended her way, and carried you along with the takeout up to your shared room.
Natasha settled you on the bed, stopping briefly to kiss your cheeks since you whined at the loss of her warmth. The adorable pout you wore always warmed her heart, knowing that she brought you as much comfort as she did never failed to make her feel contentment. Loving you had been by far her favorite thing that life ever threw her way, so as she held you close, scooping your go to chow mein into your mouth, she thanked the world for another day that she got to spend cherishing your life.
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