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dating natasha romanoff headcanons omg <33 i would love to see you write for her
thank you for requesting ! nat has always been a hard character for me to crack but i hope you enjoy this !
i also hope to write more for nat in the future. i love my wife.
•dating natasha is kinda funny, especially in the beginning.
•after meeting you for the first time, (assuming you work for stark or an assistant of some kind) she doesn’t know why she suddenly feels so attracted to you.
•you have always noticed natasha, how could you not?? she’s the black widow, one of the most famous avengers.
•maybe your gaze lingered on her for a bit longer than you wanted, she definitely noticed. she began to look at you too.
•natasha cant put a finger on what she feels inside whenever she makes contact with you. it only happened when you were around, her stomach had butterflies and she felt like she had to be the best version of herself. until of course, someone told her what that was.
•”you like them” wanda grins, natasha whips her head around staring at the other red head with wide eyes. “what? haha..no..” she denies but wanda doesn’t believe her. “you do, i see the way you look at them, and i see the way they look at you. i say go for it”
•natasha thinks about wanda’s words, she thinks about them for a couple days before actually making a move. ‘curse you wanda for being so right’ she thinks walking to you one day.
• “hi, y/n right? i’m natasha..i’m sure you know that of course…but uh..” the girl trails off as she tries talking to you. you stand there with a small grin of your face watching her stumble over her words.
•“i was just uh wondering…if it’s okay with your of course…maybe you wanna go out some time?”
•and obviously, you said yes.
•dating natasha was wonderful, after she finally got out of her phase of being so nervous around you and started to feel more herself, you couldn’t get her to leave you alone. not that you minded.
•she’s definitely a subtle clingy girlfriend, she’s always reaching out to hold your hand. or while the two of you are walking somewhere she keeps her hand on the small of your back.
•she hates when she goes on missions, leaving you all alone even though you tell her you’ll be fine and that she needs to save the world. she still feels bad leaving you.
•when she returns and you hear she’s in medbay getting a few stitches, you’re there in a heartbeat. “nat?” you enter her room, her face is cut up pretty badly, along with some bruises scattered on her arms. “hi, baby”
•when you manage to get her home, you get her situated in bed making sure she’s comfortable. as you’re about to leave, she grabs your hand. “stay, please”
•dating natasha includes you showing her all of your favorite movies, well more so forcing her since she doesn’t have the attention span to watch it. (she’s actually too busy staring at you. god this woman is so in love with you.)
•but when you manage to actually get her to watch them, she loves them just as much as you do. maybe even more.
•you also have simple baking dates on days she’s off, you’ll find recipes and want to try them (even though they don’t come out perfect, she’d never tell you that. even if you know)
•it always ends up messy because natasha just can’t keep her hands to herself so you’ll usually end up with flower on your face and in your hair.
•she loves to surprise you with the cutest gifts, even if it’s flowers or stuffed animals. she just can’t stop. she sees everything and they all just remind her of you. (this girl is literally so in love with you it’s so cute.)
•even though she just gave you flowers two days ago, and a stuffed animal last week you still accept. your growing collection makes you feel so loved.
•even though the other avengers begin to hate seeing the two of you together all of the time and all they hear from natasha is how she just loved you so much. they suck it up, because they know natasha has never felt like this before so of course they let it slide. because in the end they just want their friend to be happy.
•anniversaries are magnificent dating natasha, because even after all these years, she still goes out of her way to make them feel so special. natasha has so much love for you, she wants the world to know how much you mean to her.
•nice dinner dates are always a must for your anniversary. she makes it a weeks event. everyday she’s always surprising you with something. from flowers, expensive jewelry and clothes, to something as simple as a single rose.
•on the day of your actual anniversary she takes you to dinner at one of the most renown restaurants in new york. afterwards, she takes you shopping for a couple hours.
•as the two of you return home, you enter laughing as you two continued a conversation but when you look around seeing rose petals leading to the living room and candles lit the way. “nat?” you turn to look at her but she just grins.
•she leads you to the living room, your hand in hers before she kneels to her knee, pulling out a box from her jacket revealing the ring.
“look, i know there'll be tough times. i know that at some point, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. but i also know that if i don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because i know; in my heart, you're the only one for me. y/n l/n will you marry me?”
•you say yes of course, and you begin your life with the one and only natasha.
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Hello!! I have a request if it's okay.
So I was hoping for Natasha and female reader. (I'll call her r)
R is Natasha's sunshine. R is always very happy, bubbly, and positive. It's very hard to make her upset, and she doesn't like complaining about anything.
One cold day in early spring, R catches a flu. She is living in the avengers compound with Natasha currently, and so she just mainly works through her illness. In the middle of her sickness, she walks to the local general store, to pick up some medicine. It's also raining that day, and Rs car broke down, hence why she is walking. Natasha also happens to be at the store at the same time. After discovering R buying medicines, Natasha also buys her a few treats, and maybe a teddy, and pays for the medicine, and walks R home. The rest is up to you!
Hey! I've completed your request :D It wouldn't let me format my thingy so read it: here <3
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natasha romanoff x fem!reader
tw: SMUT MDNI, top!natasha, bottom!reader, dom/sub elements(dom!n & sub!r), restraint kink (n in handcuffs), slight age gap (4 years), very slight tiny bit of plot (beginning summary), established relationship (married), natasha is packing, strap is called her “dick,” strap in v (r receiving), lotus position, marking kink, overstim if you squint, kitchen floor sex, not proofread!
a/n: 1.3k words of smut!!
It’s not fair.
Natasha had come home one night, greeting you with a kiss. You had reached for her shirt and tilted your head to kiss her again. It wasn’t long before she had you pressed into the counter, careful of the stove beside you. That’s when she wasn’t playing fair. Mumbling against your lips about how she wants to fuck you before the retched ringtone interrupted her.
She’s since been busy with work calling her in what felt like every few hours. It’s because of the latest mission concerns her, almost infecting her like an addition with how often she’s gone.
You both have careers, but comparatively, hers is more demanding, forcing her to be flexible. It also forces her to give up time with you, sometimes having to leave during her time with you; Time she said that’ll be left alone, sacred for the two of you only to share. She had you laid on your back, cold fingers sliding under your shirt. In that moment you really believed you wouldn’t get interrupted. Judging by how she was taking her time, she did too.
“Need you, please—I need you, please.”
She shushes you, raking her nails down your waist, “take your pants off for me.”
You’ve never been quicker, fingers untying the string in a hurry to push them down your legs. She surged forward, lips finding yours and hands tugging your hips closer to hers.
A whine tumbled from you, grinding down onto her thigh.
“Oh, feels so—“ you stop halfway, feeling your heart drop into your stomach at the sound that had filled the air. She didn’t seem to care, rubbing your cunt down onto her clothed thigh.
“I have to answer my phone,” she whispers, pushing off you.
“What?”
She slides to the edge of the bed, reaching to get ahold of her phone from her back pocket. Already the sheets felt colder, missing her warmth. You just missed her, entirely too much. Your fingers are boring and underwhelming after using them for the past week.
When you had gotten married, ceremony held four years ago, you had spent more time together. It’s only been this year that she’s been away more than she’s been home. Even in the years before—during the get to know you and dating stage—she was around then. You understood why, but also why was she giving her attention to her job and not you?
“Sorry,” she leans back on one hand to place a kiss on your shoulder, “I’ll be back, this shouldn’t take long.”
Her statement turned out to be false, but it was nice to be lulled into a false sense of hope. Neither are actually nice, but you‘re thankful she came home safely and before two AM. The kitchen was warm, remnants of what you had just finished baking remaining.
“What’s all this for?”
“Work event, required to bring a dish in.”
She hums, “how many are you making?”
“This is all,” you gesture, “I finished like twenty minutes ago, I think.”
“Well it smells nice, I’m sure they’ll love it.”
You thank her, struggling to fight off the laugh as you wait for her to turn around. She was taken aback when you snatch her wrists, the click sound of them latching shocking her. You’re laughing despite the look she was giving you, despite the way she kept backing up when you got closer.
“No, don’t— why?”
You’re laughing, finally able to lean your head onto her shoulder, “so you can’t answer this.”
She looks pissed when you set her phone on a platform she can’t reach for; the surface too high in comparison from where her arms were kept. Hugging her now felt weird, a phantom sensation forming to compensate for the lack of hands wrapping around you.
“It’s been long enough.”
“It’s only been a minute, let me have my fun.”
She rolls her eyes but it’s all for show. Her smile growing at the sound of your amusement.
“I haven’t heard much from you.”
“I’ve been meaning to, just haven’t had the time.”
A pout forms on your face, “I know and it’s sad, I’ve missed you.”
“I miss you too, not these antics.”
You laugh again, cupping her face to pull her into a kiss. Her lips are chapped from the cold, the sensation of it feeling all too similar to home. The look in her eyes after she bit at your bottom lip was enough, the two of you ending up on the kitchen floor.
Her back was against the cabinet door, shirt slowly ridden up from when she slid down onto the ground with you in tow. Your legs were straddled over hers, chest bare and pressed into hers. Your head was tilted back, a shaky gasp escaping you when she kissed that spot on your neck.
“Grind on me,” she says gently, adjusting her hips forward. With your hands on her shoulders, you adjust your hips so they hover over hers, moaning when you feel her press onto your clit.
“Oh! You’re—?”
She doesn’t say anything but her upturned grin gives her away. You’re circling your hips with a whimper, begging her. You were soaked, every press of her against you pushed you further towards your high already. The second she gives the green light, you’re unbuttoning her pants.
“Spread your legs more,” she emphasizes her words by jerking one knee up to hit the underside of your thigh. The ground hurts your knees and you’re sure bruises are forming, but you’re too worked up to care.
“Can I? Please—I need you.”
She nods, eyes trained on your face and how it contorts in pleasure once you’ve begun to sink down onto her length. You struggle to take the entirety of her dick, two inches laying untouched.
“I cant—ah!—I can’t.”
“Shh you can—just relax, you’re too tight.”
She was right. Once you’ve focused on her, your walls greedily took every inch in. Your mind was a mess, fuzzy and overstimulated pushing you to only think about her. She’s quiet, nosing at your neck and breathing heavily at how her strap presses against her clit with each downwards thrust of your hips.
Nails press into the back of her neck from how tight you’re holding onto her. The wet sounds of where the two of you collided was entirely too much, and you wanted more. The sound decidedly much better than her phone ringtone that you’ve grown to recognize after the first note.
“Fuck,” you curse breathily, bottoming out to grind her length, feeling her brush against your walls. With the jerk of her hips, it brings her to press against the spot that makes you feel like you’re going to black out. Your finger swirling your clit moves faster, pressure building in your stomach.
She’s leaned her head against the cabinet, attention shifting between your face, tits, and where she’s completely shoved inside you. It’s a mess between her thighs, mind melted with each movement and sound you make.
When your sounds pitch higher, less control over them and sounding raw, she knows you’re close. You’re squirming on her lap, pace sloppy and messy as you reach your climax. It’s beautiful watching your lips drop open in a silent scream, body shaking on top of hers. You kiss her, moaning into her mouth.
“Love you,” you murmur, body relaxing into her.
“Love you more.”
The both of your heavy breathing fills the air as you reach for the key to unlock the cuffs. They fall to the ground with a solid clang. Her hands slide under your thighs, pushing you close and lifting you. You’re on another dimension, thankful she’s in a clearer state than you to get you two off the ground.
“Where’d you get the handcuffs?”
“Don’t remember,” you say into her shirt, excitement growing between your legs when you realize she’s taking you to the bedroom. The door shuts behind you, leaving her ringing phone in the kitchen.
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Can you do a smut where R is teasing Natasha, like sending her sexy pics and whimper while Natasha is on a mission and when she got home she F r senselessly?
Double take
Warnings: Spanking, oral (r receiving), Strap on sex (r receiving), Dirty talk, Sending nudes, masturbating, marking, and I think that's it
Parings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
Word count: 3k
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The desolate and poorly illuminated room persisted in its frigid state. The absence of your beloved girlfriend was palpable, leaving you in solitude once more.
As you shifted onto your side, a sudden gasp escaped your lips, echoing in the empty room. The sheets beside you were void of Natasha's presence, serving as a harsh reminder of her absence for the next five days. Though it may seem like a short duration to some, the void left by her departure was palpable, as your reliance on her was immense.
As you lay in bed, restlessly shifting from side to side, the once perfectly tucked-in sheets have now become a mess, crumpled and scattered all over. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as your mind was fixated on the thoughts of Natasha.
As you reminisce about the past, you can't help but recall the sweet words she whispered in your ear. Her assurances that you were the epitome of perfection and that she could never imagine being with anyone else send a small but genuine smile to your lips.
You longed for her presence, yearning to feel her warmth beside you once more.
As you reach out to the nightstand to grab your phone, the dimly lit room offers a sense of comfort. Your fingers feel the cool surface of your phone as your eyes struggle to adjust to the sudden flash of your lock screen. You notice a few notifications, mostly from Wanda and Carol. However, the one message you were hoping for, from Natasha, is nowhere to be seen.
As you glance at your phone, you realize that it's already 4:36 in the morning. You put it back on the nightstand and attempt to fall back asleep. However, you find yourself tossing and turning and unable to drift into slumber. With nothing else to do, you unlock your phone and peruse through your contacts. You stop at Natasha's name, contemplating whether or not to message her. You hesitate, whispering to yourself, "Should I really text her?" while gazing at her contact, unsure if you should initiate a conversation.
Your mind is filled with uncertain thoughts. However, you crave her presence so deeply, yearning for the warmth of her embrace, the comfort of her cuddles, the kisses she would give you, and the touch of her fingers...
A sudden idea strikes your mind, causing you to sit up on the bed. A small but meaningful smirk adorns your face as you ponder over the thought. You proceed to pull your shirt over your head, lost in deep contemplation. Leaving you in only a bra and panties.
Still looking over her contact, you press the screen gently. Allowing you to see the previous texts from a few days ago. Pressing the camera icon, you angle the phone so it can capture your body. Your chin was left in the fame. The camera mostly focuses on your white lace bra and white lace thong. The camera captured you sitting on your knees. One of your hands rested on your thigh while the other hand pressed the button to get the photo. After carefully examining the photo, you come to the conclusion that it could make Natasha think of you in a way that she would need you. You decide to add a heartfelt caption that reads, "Miss you so much baby <3" trying to throw her mind off guard from the photo on top of the message and confidently press the send button.
It's impressive how quickly Natasha responded to the message in just five minutes. Right now, all you can see is the three dots, which means she's working on her reply. You feel a little nervous, of course, you've shared photos like this before. Just, not while Natasha was on a mission. You honestly didn't know how she was going to react to it.
'"I'm warning you, Y/n, don't start," Natasha quickly replies to you.
Not listening to Natasha, you quickly remove your bra and take another photo to send to her. What could be se bad about it? She would probably forget what you did as soon as she came back from her mission.
You sat in the same position as in the last photo, this time you brought your hand up to one of your boobs. Groping it slightly for the photo. Looking over the photo once more, making sure that it looked good. Clicked the send button and waited for Natasha to respond again.
"Jesus, y/n. It's 5 in the morning," Natasha replied promptly to your message.
"Is there something wrong with the photo?" you texted Natasha, trying to be oblivious to the fact you were sending her pictures of you halfway naked.
"Y/n, you know that's not what I meant. I'm in a hotel room with Maria and Thor. Getting me worked up right now isn't going to make things easy for you when I get back home my sweet girl."
"Alright, I'm sorry Nat. I won't send anything else..." You texted her that response, knowing that you were still going to send her something else. I mean, you just miss her so much. Who could blame you?
Clicking the camera button once more you decide to make this one a video.
Once the red button gets smaller you start your movements. The hand that's not holding the phone travels down your body. stopping when it gets to your panties. Slowly pulling them down to your mid-thigh. Letting out a low moan when the cold air hit your cunt. Stopping for a few seconds, you turn your body over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp that stood above the piece of furniture.
Once the room was illuminated by the light, you got back to the actions. Laying down on your back and angling the camera so it could capture your pussy, leaking with your juices.
Your hand slowly circles your clit, and another moan erupts from your mouth, pretending the hand was Natasha's. "Need you so bad Nat." You moan out into the air, your hips bucking up slightly from your movements on your clit.
Your hand suddenly stops its movements. The feeling of more pleasure coursing through your body. Your middle finger runs its way down your wet folds, teasing your hole, you thrust the tip of your finger in and out of your pussy. Hisses and sighs leave your mouth. The smallest amount of pleasure felt so good in your desperate state.
You finally pushed your whole finger into your cunt. Moaning at the way it filled you up. Yet, it still wasn't enough for you. Even with the thought of Natasha fucking you roughly with her fingers. You still needed more.
Moan after moan leaves your mouth, and another finger enters your pussy, trying hard to get yourself off. Natasha had you hooked. Ever since she fucked you for the first time you haven't been able to get off on your own, always needing her help.
The two fingers move at a faster pace, trying everything that they could to make you reach the high that you needed. Your legs start to shake. An indication that you might get that release that you've been waiting on. "Fuck, Nat." You moan out. Your eyes shut tightly as the hand that once circled your clit moved up to your boob, circling your nipple.
It only took a few more minutes before your high. Your legs close around your hand and lower arm. A loud moan leaves your mouth, you almost forget about the camera that was recording you.
Once the video had come to an end, you quickly sent it over to Natasha before placing your phone down on the nearby nightstand. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to catch your breath, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. Even though you knew that this was a risky decision to send the video, you couldn't help but feel elated by the attention that you had received from Natasha. Of course, you were aware that you probably be punished by Natasha. but the thrill of it all made it seem worth it. Now, all you can do is wait and see how Natasha reacts to the video.
You turned off the lamp that your phone lay under and tried to get some sleep.
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Today was the day that Natasha was supposed to come home. The past five days have been nothing but torture for you. Natasha had left your last video on read, leaving multiple worries through your mind.
As you settled onto the expansive couch, the warmth of the cushions enveloped you and you felt your body relax from the stress flowing through your mind. Your favorite movie played on the screen before you, the familiar scenes bringing a slight sense of comfort. You shifted a little, glancing towards the door as you anticipated Natasha's arrival.
As you sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts, the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of keys jingling outside the front door. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that it was Natasha, who was finally back from her mission. You watched with bated breath as the door swung open, revealing Natasha standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.
"You have anything you want to say to me y/n" Natasha asks you while she sets her keys down on an accent table you two had bought. She waited for your response while slipping off her shoes.
"'M sorry N-."
"No, I don't care. I want you on the bed Naked right now." Natasha interrupts your pleading and swiftly makes her way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.
Upon hearing her request, you carefully make your way upstairs, taking fast steps to ensure that you do not exacerbate the situation. Once you arrive in the bedroom, you reach for the lamp and switch it on, casting a warm glow throughout the room. You hurry to take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed. Waiting for Natasha to come into the room.
A few minutes later, Natasha enters the bedroom to see your sprawled out on the bed. Even though she only said a few words it made such an impact with how you reacted and Natasha loved it.
"So obedient, why couldn't you listen to me just like this when I texted you to stop baby?"
A tiny whine left your mouth after hearing her speak to you. "Don't know." You spoke out to her which she laughed at slightly and made her way over to you, looking down at your frame with hazy eyes.
"Such a fucking slut. Sending me videos of you fingering yourself even though I said not to? How needy could you be?" Natasha spoke to you before sitting down on the bed and manhandling you to a position where you lay down on her legs.
"'M sorry Natasha, didn't mean to."
"I know, you said that Detka." She spat out to you before one of her hands made contact with your ass. A red handprint showing on the skin she slapped. A gasp left your mouth with the sudden impact. "How many do you think you deserve?" "5-?"
"Only 5? You think you only deserve 5?"
"Yes..." You whisper, out to her. You were surprised she was able to hear what came out of your mouth. A slight redness coming over your face.
"How about 10, that seems so much better. Huh?"
You didn't respond back to her, only nodding your head and placing it down on the sheets. Even if you tried to go against it, you wouldn't be able to. She had full control over you.
Natasha rubbed the skin for a few seconds before slapping your ass hard once more. A moan left your mouth as your hand grasped the sheets beneath you tightly.
Natasha's free hand was rubbing up and down your back as her other hand made multiple collisions on your now red skin.
Once Natasha was done with the assault on your backside she sat you up on her lap examining your tear-stained face. A small smile appeared on her face knowing she made you this way. She could feel the wetness pooling on her thigh, her finger trailing down to your clit, giving it a small rub. Your hips jolt at the movement and a low moan leaves your mouth. "So wet already? Did me spanking you turn you on that much?" She asked you this knowing that you wouldn't be responding back to her.
Natasha laid you down on your back as she got on her knees and removed her shirt. Your eyes stare at her frame after she takes off the piece of clothing. Her abs were on display, her plaid boxers showing a bit. She had a spider tattoo right where her v-line started. You were in a trance, not being able to look up. That was until Natasha got down on her stomach and started to kiss the inside of your thighs.
She made her way to your cunt, licking a stripe of arousal. "Taste so good baby." she said to you before going back and licking your cunt messily, her sweet praises almost made you think she wasn't mad at you anymore.
Moans drag out of your mouth one by one. A hand coming down and gripping her red hair, shoving her closer to your cunt. Your hips bucking up to her face and she immediately places her strong hand over one of your hips to keep you down. You hate to admit it but you were so close to coming in such a short time. "s-so close Nat, please" you beg out to her. Your head thrown back on the bed as Natasha switched from sucking your clit to sloppily licking your folds and fucking you with her tounge.
She quickly pulled away from your pussy after she heard you were about to cum. Her mouth and lower chin were dripping from your juices. You let a loud whine and started up at Natasha with glossy eyes, hoping it would convince her to let you cum.
"Not gonna work y/n. Should've thought about what would happen before sending me that video." She said before taking off her sweatpants. She walks away to your closet, leaving you a bit confused on why she was going in there.
Your legs close over each other, trying to get some type of pleasure while waiting on Natasha.
Natasha comes back out in the same outfit. Plaid boxers and a sports bra, yet, you noticed something different. She was packing under her boxers.
She walks back over to you and gets on top of you. Her head lowering and slowly kissing your neck, leaving marks all over that will definitely bruise up.
"N-Nat" You moan out to her.
"Shh, just let me use this pretty body baby, okay?" She tells you before sliding her boxers down. The strap popping up and hitting her stomach.
"Please need you so bad Nat." You whimper out to her, waiting for her to do something.
She quickly lines the tip of her strap up against your hole, rubbing it up and down before pushing it in. A strangled moan left your mouth as she bottomed out inside of you. "My cock feel good inside of your pretty pussy?" She asked, to which you nodded. Wrapping your legs against her waist
Natasha thrusted into you at a fast pace, her hands grasping your hips while she fucks into you. "Mm-fuck Natasha feels so good." "Like the way I fuck you? 'Wonder if your friends know that you can be such a slut for my cock." Groans left her mouth as she says your tits jumped up and down the more, she thrusted into you.
Her strap hits your g-spot with every thrust. Her eyes close as she feels the toy press on her clit, giving her a good amount of pleasure. She took one of her hands and circled your erect clit, giving you more pleasure by the moment.
"Please Natahsa, l-let me cum. Please." You moan out to her, hands grasping at her back, leaving crescent shaped scratches on her back. "F-fuck cum with me." She says to you, placing her head in the crook of your neck. Her thrust start to become inconsistent the closer she gets to her high.
A loud moan leaves your mouth as you finally release on her strap. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your mouth is wide open as you try to ride it out.
With a few more thrusts Natasha cums, a groan leaving her lips as her head is down in the pillow. Her free arm wrapping around you tightly.
"You did so good baby," Natasha tells you before climbing off your body. Her face is now red with some hair sticking to her face.
"Just so you know, I loved the video. You just can't send me that stuff when i'm on a mission, okay?' She tells you before grabbing you a shirt and underwear.
"Yeah, I know, 'just needed you so bad." You say before sitting up to look at her. You see her walking away to the bathroom with a towel, coming back a few minutes later, she helps clean you off.
Once she's done cleaning you off, she helps you into one of her Radiohead shirts. "Thank you, Nat," "You're welcome my love, no go gets some sleep." She tells you while taking off the strap and cleaning it before she slips on another pair of boxers and a sports bra.
As you drift into a peaceful slumber, you feel the comforting embrace of Natasha's arms around your body. One of her arms reaches over to switch off the lamp on the nightstand, creating a soothing ambiance in the room.
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Cabin In the Woods
Parings: Dark!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ Non-con, Knife play, cutting, blood (just a little bit), pet names (bunny, baby doll, sweetheart, angel), body betrayal, fingering, cunnilingus, hair pulling, daddy kink, chasing, obsessive, stalking, pervy nat, if I'm missing things let me know :)
a/n: hi!!! this is my very first fic, and I really would appreciate it if you left some type of feedback :))) I was really nervous to post this, considering I haven't written a fic in years, but I got bored one day, and here it is!! I hope you guys enjoy it, and maybe I'll turn this fic into an actual AU
Word count: 4.5k
After your long semester and treacherous finals and projects you had to finish, you decided that you wanted to go to an Air BNB to relax and take time off from the real world. You always liked the woods; it was calming, and you and your parents always went on camping trips when you were younger. Getting older, you found escaping to the woods after a long, hard time and reconnecting with nature was very rehabilitating. So, seeing this offer, you decided to pack your bags and go out for a week.
There was a slight knock on the door. You assumed it might have been Wanda, the lady who let you stay in her lovely cabin. "Hello? Anyone home?" The knocking continued till you got up and answered the door.
"Oh..thank god someone answered!" A woman who didn't look like Wanda from the pictures in the cabin stood there. She wore a simple tank top with ripped jeans and black boots to finish the look. She had deep red hair that was messily tied up in a bun. She looked like she had a backpack with a camera around her neck; she must have been a hiker.
"A-are you okay? It's pretty late out.. are you hurt?" Seeing someone out this late was very strange. When you would go out, it was close to sundown, but you always made it back in time before the sun fully set.
The woman let out a nervous laugh, "I'm fine, I'm not hurt or anything, but um," she trailed off, clutching her camera in her hands.".. Fuck this is so embarrassing..but I'm uh, pretty lost.." her voice trailed off before she decided to muster up the courage to look at you.
"Listen, I know... I know. I was trying to get some pictures of the area, and the lookout points weren't doing them justice, so I kind of.. Went off the trail. I mean, I did get a few good photos in the process!" she let out a deep sigh, catching the concerned look on your face." sorry, Besides the point. Can you possibly point me in the right direction of the trail?"
"Well...I haven't been here for a while, but I can help you." You peeked your head outside past her and recollected your memory of the path you would take when you went on your walks before speaking again.
"got it.. Back up the hill, stay to the right of the river.." She smirked, "And there isn't any chance of you walking back with me?" You didn't know the lady, but the kindness in you wanted to go with her to make sure she got back safe, but how would you get back in the dark?
"I'm kidding! Of course not... It's getting dark for a young girl like you to be out this late anyways.." she grabbed onto the straps of her backpack, sighing, "Well... Thank you! I'm sorry for barging into your peaceful weekend; maybe I'll see you and whoever you are here with hiking tomorrow?" You gave a shy nod and told the woman goodnight before closing the door and going to bed.
The next day, you spent the whole morning and afternoon cooking breakfast and sitting by the river writing in your journal. Since the river was so close to your cabin, you decided it would be nice to hang out there before returning. The weather was nice; some birds were chirping in the distance, the water was calm, and there weren't many people around.
The sun started to set, so you decided it was time for your walk. It was pretty late; the sun had almost entirely set, but you figured no one would be around, and you wouldn't travel far from the cabin; you went on your journey. The woods at night were more serene; the stars you never get to see because of the city lights lit up your path along with the moon; the woodland creatures were more than likely asleep at night, so the bunnies, deer, and birds you saw while you were at the river were long gone.
It wasn't before long you heard a crack deep in the forest that made you jump, assuming you were alone. "Oh, it's you!" you heard a familiar voice say before turning towards it. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to sneak up on you... I mean, it's not hard to spook someone when they are hiking at night." the woman let out a deep laugh before you glared at her for scaring you.
"Well, I was going on my daily walk... I lost track of time and…what are you doing out here??" You folded your arms, waiting for her reply. "What am I doing out here? More photography..now that I know my way back, I won't get lost if I decide to go out and take some shots of the moon or... Other things.." she leaned against the tree before smiling again, "So, did you get any of your friends to come hiking with you?" You started to look down, but her laugh and deeper voice took you out of your thoughts.
"Oh… don't tell me you came to that cabin alone... What is a young girl like you doing by herself in a cabin in the woods?"
"I just wanted to take some time off after my semester in school; I assumed no one comes out here, so-" The woman stood up straight; it wasn't until now that you noticed that she was a lot taller and more muscular-looking than you. She had defined muscles along with her shirt, showing off her toned abs.
"Oh, you are a lot braver than me; I mean, your not worried something happened to you while you were out here; I get it it's pretty remote out here... But Shit can happen, right?"
"Yea… I guess you are right; I just assumed because, on the listing, the lady said people don't come around the area as much, so it would be quiet and peaceful… "You brushed off that she was standing slightly close to you, and you backed away a bit. "Anyways, where's your camera? I'd love to see some of your pictures if you don't mind.." giving her a soft, warm smile, you leaned against the tree.
"Oh, it's here! I know it doesn't look like much. But I've gotten some really.. Really good photos so far. It takes great close-up shots...We could go back to your cabin and get you out of the dark, and I can show them to you. Only if you want.." she licked her lips before leaning over you against the tree.
"I didn't say this earlier, but you are very pretty. I mean, I could take your pictures too if you want.." The woman's deep voice rattled through your head, and the prominent shyness started to creep up on your face because of how close you were. "Come on! Why do you look so nervous all of a sudden? I mean, you know I've taken photos of you already... what's a few more?"
"You…what?" Your smile quickly turned into a frown, and hearing her laugh only made you feel worse, "It's not like you can stop me, pretty girl.." there was darkness in her eyes that made your body feel cold. You tried too hard to get from her, proving extremely hard because she trapped you between her and the tree. But you managed to get out of the way and make a run for it.
"You know you only make it worse if you run!!" You paid her no mind instead, running as far as you could. You couldn't run to your cabin because she knew exactly where it was. Maybe the service road could be some help?
You heard heavy footsteps come after you, but you were determined to get out of the woods. Your breath was ragged, and your running started to slow down; you assumed that you would be more fit to run long distances, but your daily pilates proved you wrong.
It wasn't long until your arm got pulled, and your body got pressed against the ground. "You can only run so far, bunny.." her breath beating down your neck as you tried to catch yours.
"Haha... I got you~ awe, bunny, look at those pretty wide eyes, you struggling to catch your breath. I told you there was no use to running; you should have listened to me, darling." she moved a piece of hair behind your ear, now straddling your back, "What really was the plan here? You came out to stay at a cabin alone, you answered the door for a stranger and went out a night completely defenseless. If I didn't know any better, it was like you wanted someone to." She stopped and laughed. She saw the tears roll down your face onto the forest floor.
"Well... I don't want to spoil the surprise I have planned for you…" she smiled, taking her thumb and wiping your falling tears before she ran that same thumb across her tongue, letting out a guttural moan.
You just knew you were dead; you watched way too many true crime videos to see what happens to people who are in your situation. You felt her start to bite and kiss the side of your neck, starting to leave a bruise on it, making you whimper in the process.
"Was that a whimper? What a sweet little bunny..! Do it again.." she returned to a different spot, moaning on your neck, marking you as hers. "I feel you shaking, sweetheart, don't be scared... I'm going to make you feel good.." You started to kick at her, trying to free yourself yet again.
"Hey.. hey... I can hold you down with one hand and choke you with the other. Do you want me to fuck your pathetic little body on the ground like the little slut you are," she growled in your ear, sending shivers down your body, "or are you going to come back to the cabin with me, like a good little bunny?" she nipped at your ear earning a small yelp from you, "ill.. Come back w-with you please.." you managed to squeak out.
"Good girl, now come on.." she slowly got off you, still holding onto your arms. "I don't think I need to tell you; what would happen if you try to run again, do I?" You started to get a bit antsy, tears spilling down your face before you heard a flick of a knife that was swiftly held up to your throat.
"Ah ah ah... Now you are all quiet, aren't you?.. I'm astonished you seemed like a very smart girl; you fell for the lost little hiker act... Such a gullible little bunny.." she chuckled before pushing you to walk. Not before long, you both showed up to the cabin. The knife is still at your neck. Your arms locked tightly in her other hand.
"Open the door.." your shaky hands unlocked the door, letting you inside. She led you both to a couch in the middle of the room before she sat on it, grabbing your hair and pulling you towards her, making you cry out. "You have such pretty soft hair, bunny.." she let go of it, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, instantly dominating your mouth.
She bit your lip, making you whimper in her lap, making her pull away, now sadistically smiling at you. "Mmm, you like it when I bite your lip, hm? I felt that shiver, sweet girl.. "she let out a deep breath "fuck, I couldn't help myself after seeing you hiking from that lookout point. Your gorgeous ass and thighs in those leggings, your cute little face when you got tried...I got myself off before I got up to where I was. I snapped photo after photo of you while you played in the river and when you went out to journal in your pajamas every morning. But I knew pictures weren't enough, no... I had to have you. I had to be the one that makes you tired, to make you whimper and moan for me. I need to see you... All of you, bunny. Let's get you out of these, hm?" you felt the coldness of her sharp knife press against you, cutting your shirt off along with your sports bra.
She moaned when she saw your breasts pop out of your bra before dropping the knife and taking them in her hands, teasing you, smiling when you started trembling in her lap.
"I know you are excited, darling... I am, too.." she ran her palms up your stomach before wrapping them around your neck.
"N-no, please.." she tilted her head before frowning at you, "No? Did you just say no.. to me?" her voice became monotone. She looked like she wasn't happy.
"Look at me." you didn't. You were too busy in your mind, assuming the worst was about to happen to you until you felt a sharp sting across your cheek. "I said. Look. At. Me." she gritted through her teeth. "You're going to listen to me, bunny? I'm going to get these leggings off, then you're going to go up to that bedroom of yours and lay back on your bed... Do you understand me?" you looked down at the knife in her hand that was dangerously close to your chest. "Look at me. Look at me in the eyes, not the knife, baby.." your eyes slowly met hers. "Good girl.."
Tears started to pool up again, making her give you a fake pout, "Baby doll, you do not have to cry.. I'm going to make you feel so good. And you're going to make me feel good, too.." you started to sniffle and chose not to say anything else.
"Now, we are going to walk... And you're going to feel this knife pressed against your throat. If you do anything stupid, you will be sliced open..is that clear?" you nodded, whimpering.
"Say yes, Daddy.." you heard the smile in her voice when she said that.
"Y-yes, Daddy.." she let out a satisfied hum, "there we go.." You both made your way up to the bedroom, lying on the bed as you were told. "Just like that... Good little bunny!!" smiled, pulling out her camera, "Let me just... capture this moment.." she started taking pictures of you pouting when you began to cry again. "Baby, don't cry! I need you to smile! Let's see that pretty smile, okay?"
After a few more pictures, she removed her bag, set the camera on the nightstand, and walked over to you. "Hmm, can you do one last thing for me, bunny?.. Give me your wrist." she took your wrist, chaining them to the bed.
"You can pull off them now, but it won't matter.." she giggled.
"W-why..?"
She chuckled, "Aren't you the curious bunny.." she smiled, getting close to your face. "Because baby, I'm going to fuck you so good you aren't going to want to go anywhere..not... That'd let you anyway. Now.. open your mouth."
You looked at her, opening your mouth before she squeezed your face, making you stick your tongue out before spitting on it. "Aht aht.. Don't swallow it, doll. Keep your tongue out nice and pretty for me.." she started to take off her clothes, and you watched as she did, seeing all the scratches you had left from trying to fight back. "seems like you put up a small fight.." she climbed over you, giving you a complete view of her glistening pussy. Seeing how wet she was from this whole interaction didn't even compare to how much you were dripping on the bed. But you were scared shitless. Your body felt otherwise.
She lowered herself on your face, grabbing your hair and making you moan against her. "Come on, sweetheart, you're going to eat Daddy out, okay? Clean up the mess you've made of me." you absentmindedly started to lap at her clit, earning her deep moans and her pulling your hair even more.
"Mm yea.. Use your pretty little tongue... Fuck.." her head was thrown back, her toned stomach was all you could see. You, too, caught up in her sounds, and she tasted didn't even notice when she reached back and started rubbing your puffy little cunt through your panties with her fingers making you moan against her, sending vibrations thorough out her body.
"Mm, don't stop licking, keep fucking going. Holy Shit… being such an obedient little slut.." she gasped when she felt your wetness seep through your panties. "Such a dirty little girl turned on by getting used like the whore you are. Letting a fucking stranger use your mouth to get off." her breathing got ragged as you got faster and more sloppy with your licks and sucks, making her cum all over your face.
"Ah ha.. don't you look pretty angel.. Covered in my cum and your drool…I need another picture.." she grabbed the camera off the nightstand again, snapping some pictures.
"You want to taste yourself, doll?" she moved her fingers up to your mouth, plunging them down your throat, making you gag a bit. "Taste good, doesn't it? I have to get a taste for myself later, but since you've been a good bunny for me, it's time for your reward.
You thought it was your chance to do something. You started squirming, and it made her a tiny bit upset. "Do you think squirming is going to do anything? You can't get away from me… did you forget I have a knife? I don't want to use it on you, but I will if you keep struggling. You're such a pretty girl... My pretty girl and I would hate to mess you up... Let me cut this underwear off, and then I'll put the knife up…" She flicked it open again, causing you to buck your hips as she got close to cutting them off, making her knick your thigh in the process. "See..this happens when you don't listen to daddy.."
"No- no, please... Stop, please!" your tears started to come back; she shushed you, licking the blood off the knife before straddling your waist. "You can say no all you want, bunny, but it's happening no matter what.." she cut them off, exposing you to the cold air of the cabin, your scent making her moan.
"Look at you, bunny.. you're dripping down to your ass," she ran her softly up your slit before licking it clean, letting out a satisfied moan. You jerked your hips at her noises, making her giggle. "Oh.. you jerked pretty hard there... Does it feel good? I've barely even touched you.."
She got off your waist, looking down over you, "If I were to just... push my fingers into you now, they would slide in so easily. But I'll be nice... Just circle warm you up a bit."
"No! Stop it, please.." you cried out. Your voice was almost gone, and you watched as she rolled her eyes.
"Here we go again with the no… you're being so stubborn. I think it would just be better for the both of us if I just.." she took your now ripped panties and shoved them into your mouth.
"Shut. You. Up. There.." she had a satisfied smile on her face. "Oh, don't look so terrified... It wasn't like you were going to wear those panties again anyway... Now where was I… right." she smiled, continuing to circle your clit, moaning before sticking two fingers in you and making you scream.
"Aww, look at you taking two fingers like a good girl; you usually can only fit one in. You brought that new toy with you on your trip but couldn't even fit that. And look at you now, being a big girl, taking two of my fingers so easily." She really has been watching you this whole time. You were sure you closed the curtains... Maybe she had heard you mumbling to yourself about it...
The room was full of sounds from your aching cunt, her deep moans from seeing your pussy grip her fingers, and your cries of pain that soon turned into pleasures. She started to use her thumb to rub your clit.
"What if I was to add another finger..oh.. Was that a moan, bunny?" she bit her lip before laughing, "Let me hear it again.." she started to move her thumb faster, making you arch your back before pushing down on your stomach and fingering you harder.
"Oh, I think you're getting closer for me, baby; we can stop, though, for a second.." she pulled her fingers out of you, making you whimper and clinch around nothing, missing her fingers being inside of you. She started to laugh, seeing your face begin to tear up again.
"Look at you... It's pathetic! First telling me no and now wanting me to finish you off... You're so adorable, bunny.." she went in her bag and got something to put on. When she came back, she had a strap without the toy. She started to look at your bags before taking the brand-new toy you brought and attaching it to it. "It's so cute that you picked out this one... This might be a little too big for you, don't you think?" she was right; you had picked out a toy that was way too big for you. You ultimately chose it because of its appearance; it was a clear and pink silicone toy with little hearts in it. You didn't read the size when you ordered it and ordered a 9-inch.
"Don't worry, bunny, ill make it fit.." she lined herself up with your entrance rubbing the tip up and down your slick-covered cunt. "You make me so fucking wet bunny... The way you took my pussy in your mouth like a good slut. You were such a good girl, making me feel so good. But now it's my turn to make you feel even better." she slowly pushed herself in, making you moan out, her holding your hips still as you took almost half the cock in you.
"Mm, look at that.. God, I wish you could see how good your cunt looks stretched around this toy.." She started to rub your clit again, pushing more and more into you before you felt her bottom out into you. "That's a good girl!! See, I knew you could do it.." she started slowly but started to pound you when she felt you loosen up a little bit. Your back was arched as she held your hips, mumbling dirty names in your ear as she fucked you senseless.
"Doesn't it feel good, bunny?" your face was puffy from all the tears you were letting out as she started to kiss them away. She mumbled into your neck, "I know, I know… it's so hard to go slow when you're making cute noises like these. I want you to scream for me... But there is always tomorrow for that angel; you are all mine. I don't have to rush; you didn't think this was the last time we'd do this, did you?" your heart sank as tears rose in your eyes.
You whimpered about how the owner of the house would be looking for you, but nothing came out except muffled sounds in between her thrusts. She chuckled and looked down at you.
"Honey, no one is going to look for you. Your mine for the next few days... Maybe even longer. Fuck! You feel so fucking good. I don't think I'll ever let you go.." you were trying your best to stifle your moans, not trying to be loud to let her know you were slightly enjoying her movements. She stroked your face with her hand before cupping your face.
"It's so cute watching you try to be quiet; you can let go for me, bunny... No one is going to hear you. It's okay.." her breath was ragged again, and her thrust became sloppier.
"You're doing so good for me, sweetheart. Sweetheart, let me help you.." she reached into the side table drawer and pulled out a small vibrator, widening your eyes. 'How did she know that was there?' you thought. But you were completely snapped out of it before she unchained one of your hands and put the vibrator in your hand before guiding it to your clit.
"Oh fuck!! Your clinching so hard around my cock, bunny… I want you to come for me, doll.." she slapped your face, "aht aht I want to see your pretty little eyes, come on now look at me while you cum, come on be a good girl for me.." the tears pricked at your eyes, but they seemed only to egg her on.
"Mm, does it feel good, angel? Me pounding you with your toy while you have a little vibrator on your clit?" her moans got louder, and so did yours. It wasn't until she removed your hand with the vibrator from your clit you let out the most pornographic moan, squirting on her and the bed as she pulled out of you.
Your body was spazzing as she unchained you pulling you into her lap and holding you as you came down from your high. She reached over to grab a water bottle from her bag and gave it to you, making you drink it as she smiled down at you. There was a faint buzz from the other nightstand as you tried to catch your breath; the woman reached over to get what seemed to be your phone. She let out a small chuckle before moving the strand of hair out of your face and showing you your phone.
"Look, bunny, the owner said you don't have to worry about the payment... She said she'd be home shortly... Though I don't think the cameras did you justice, she'd want to see you for herself.." She sat the phone down before laying you back down on the bed.
"But let's get you cleaned up first. I want my wife to see how adorable you are when you aren't covered in sweat and cum.. Maybe you can show her the pictures when she comes. How does that sound?"
And with that, she went to run the bath. You weren't going anywhere anytime soon, not that your legs worked anyway. She carried you to the bathtub, settling you in before going downstairs. It wasn't until long before you heard the words, "Oh Nat, she's perfect... Our perfect bunny."
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imagine being sick whilst nat and wanda are away and you’re just left with kate and yelena
“i think they’re dead”
“wait, no, they moved”
“are you sure they’re moving?”
“poke them and see!”
they’d just argue in the doorway of your room as the cat and two dogs cuddle your sick, sleepy, self
part two
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Star
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Warnings: gun. Mention of death
Natasha stood behind you. Watching, waiting, Waiting for you to find your favorite star threw the telescope before she made her move.
She had done this countless times before. She found it was easier for her victims to accept peace when they were looking at something they loved and she wouldn’t treat you any differently. So she waited quietly behind you as you adjusted the microscope looking for the specific star you loved.
She watched as your posture started to relax as you finally saw the little blue star you had been looking for. With a quiet breath she raised the gun in her hand to point it at you. She was ready. Ready to finish this mission and return home.
“It’s beautiful. Isn’t it?” You asked the girl standing behind you. She took a shaky breath at your words having not realized you knew she was there.
You turned to look at her with a small smile on your face completely ignoring the gun.
“If you're going to kill me I'd prefer you do it as I sleep tonight. I may love the star but I'd feel more comfortable laying next to you, Natty” You whispered. “But if you must then I shall look back at my star.” You turn your back to her again and look through the telescope. The star twinkles as you watch it.
“I hope I become one of them.” Suddenly the gun in Natashas hand feels too heavy and it's as if she can’t get enough air in her lungs. The gun drops to the ground with a harsh thud followed by the sound of her knees hitting the ground as choked sobs escape her body.
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Hiya I have read you Natasha and Wanda fics and I would like to say that they are so good and if it’s possibly u you could do a age regression with either Natasha or Wanda or both and reader set up a whole date night scenario with the help of maybe Yelena or carol and they get annoyed and just become really possessive over reader and they end up fighting and reader has just woke up from her nap and comes downstairs and they all stop arguing and they make up as reader told them to. Hopefully you understand that 😂🥰. How u have a good day also if u don’t want to do it that’s fine
Stop Fighting! | WandaNat X Fem!R
Gif not mine, credits to creator
Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader
Word count: tbd
Warnings: Slight Arguing, Age Regression, Fluff, Little One (R), Mama (N), Mommy (W),
A/N: I'm So Sorry This Is Like A Year Late! Hopefully It's What You Wanted/Expected <3
Summary: The Ask
Stop fighting!
"It has to be perfect!!" You squealed whilst Carol was laying the plates on the dining table
"I know munchkin," She chuckled "why don't you draw your mommies a nice picture, yeah?" She finished setting the table and picked you up.
She rests you on her hip and carries you to your playroom
"Bu' I wanna help youuu!" A loud whine left your mouth when Carol puts you down.
"Don't be like that little one, I'm sure your mommies would appreciate a little picture to go with their meal and dessert, which you can help me make, eh?"
"Okay Aun'ie Carol!" You run over to your little table and grab a pack of crayons
Carol walks back to the kitchen and stirs the sauce that's currently cooking in the pan
Half of an hour later you hear a car pull up the drive and your chair falls over from how fast you stand up
You run to the front door and practically vibrate from excitement when you see the handle pull down
"MOMMY! MAMA! YOU HOME! YOU HOME!!"
Wanda drops her bags and picks you up
"Hi baby we missed you so so much" she rubs her nose against yours and chuckles
Nat comes around your other side and kisses your cheek
"Привет моя любовь" (hi my love) Nat takes Wanda's and her bags upstairs whilst Wanda carries you to the kitchen where she sees Carol
"Oh... Carol, I didn't realise you were here"
Wanda places you in your highchair so she can take over cooking from Carol
"Yeah I'm still here, this cutie must've used the emergency list to call me," She strokes your chin "Said she needed help so I came 'round straight away"
Wanda glares at her "What kind of help did she need that required....You?"
Carol gulps and takes a step back "I can't tell you, it's her surprise for you"
"Mommyyyyy! Be nice! We jus makin dinner for 'oo! Wanted make dinner for us thwree an Aun'ie Cawol jus helpin'."
You huff and pout as Wanda's eyes softened towards Carol
"Oh Carol I'm so sorry, I just assumed the worst and I shouldn't have I'm truly sorry" She hugs Carol and they make up just as the Oven dings to signal the meal was ready
In the end, You and your mommies enjoy a fancy meal (with Auntie Carol to make up for the misunderstanding) and finish the day off with watching your favourite movie: Frozen
"Bye bye Aun'ie Carol, fank yoo fo' helping make dinner!" You squeeze her goodbye before having to go to bed as it was your bedtime
"Did you brush your little teethies малышка?" Nat asks, as she climbs into bed behind you, as Wanda snuggles into you into her front
"Mhm, sleepy time now?" You hold onto Wanda and use her chest to rub your itchy face
"Yes sweetheart, sleepy time now goodnight darling" Your mommies hold onto you as your soft snores fill the quiet room
"We love you" They say before drifting off to sleep too.
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Thanks For Reading <3
My requests are now open again because I'm ready to get back into writing
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Sorry for everything
Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.
Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?
A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️
(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)
Happy reading! 😊
NATASHA POV:
Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.
Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.
"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.
I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.
"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"
Y/N POV:
My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.
With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.
I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.
As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.
Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.
"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."
I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.
"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.
1 MONTH LATER...
I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.
Our place, 2 pm?
- N xx
I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.
I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.
"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."
I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.
"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."
She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."
6 MONTHS LATER...
Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.
"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.
"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.
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Wrong
Pairing: Mom's!Bestfriend!Wanda x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Angst/Fluff. Smut. Choking, Degrading,Dildo, Fingering, Humiliation, Mommy Kink, Praise, Vibrator, and maybe more.
Word Count: 3,740
Summary: You Mom's best friend has taking a liking in you.
A/N: Your Mom is Natasha. Hope you enjoy!
You just graduated college and you were going to see your mom. You were excited to see her because the only time you talk to her is through phone.
Her best friend Wanda has been living there after a nasty breakup with her ex-boyfriend Vision. She was a beautiful women last time you've seen her. She took your room so you don't know what she did to it before you left.
You pulled up through the drive through seeing two cars. You walked up to the door and unlocked it with the key. You instantly saw the difference between now and before you left. Pictures of you and your mom and Wanda was there.
"OMG SWEETIE. I MISSED YOU!" You heard your mom yelled. She grabbed you, pulling you in a tight hug. "M-mom I c-can't b-breathe." You said struggling to say the sentence "Oh I'm sorry I just missed you!" She said letting you go.
"God you're so pretty." She played with your hair a little "Thanks Mom." That's when Wanda walked in. "Omg! Hey Lyubov you look so pretty!" You looked at Wanda and felt like you were gonna creme your panties.
Wanda was even more beautiful than before. Her brown/red color hair falls down her shoulders, the way her green eyes lighten up when she saw you, her body looked perfect in outfit.
You were stunned "Sweetheart you remember Wanda? Right?" You mom said snapping you out of your thoughts. "Y-yeah. Hi Wanda." You were probably a blushing mess. Silence filled the room as you and Wanda looked at each other.
"So, are you hungry?" Your mom broke the silence "Yes. I haven't ate anything since last night." You answer honestly. You knew how your mom was when you didn't eat food. "Y/n you know you should be eating." She scolded you lightly. You just smiled as she walked into the kitchen.
You sat on the couch and Wanda followed you "Well, how was college?" Wanda tried making conversation "Um it was good." Another silence filled the room. Your eyes trailed down her body as her jean fit perfectly around her waist and her black shirt showed her curves.
She watched as your eyes roamed over her. She felt like a goddess being observed by you and she couldn't help but, do the same. This was the woman that helped your mom raise you.
She was practically your second mom and the thoughts you had of this woman were wrong. "I made you favorite!" Your mom came in with some food "Awe thanks mom you didn't have too." You started eating the food moaning at the taste.
"So you got a boyfriend yet?" Your mom said making you choke on your food "Mom!" You yelled blushing "What? I just wanna know if my daughter have a love interest?" You ignored the question and changed the subject "Well mom where do I sleep?" You asked.
"Um I'm sorry Wanda is in your room. You could take the couch or-" You cut her off "Oh no! I'm not sleeping on that rock I'll just sleep with Wanda." Over the years you've slept on that couch and all it causes is back problems.
You would rather take the risk sleeping with Wanda than back problems. You looked at Wanda and saw her smiling at you. It gave you butterflies but, you pushed them away.
"I know we need a new couch it hurts my butt!"Your mom agreed. You finished your food "Imma go get my bags out the car." You got up and made your way to your car. You grabbed bags and felt a hand on your shoulder.
Jumping you turned back and saw Wanda inches away from your face. "Your mom told me to help you." She smiled. You just stood there like an idiot staring at her. You mumbled a 'thanks' and walked away.
Wanda was still at the car smiling 'Soon you will be mine." She thought grabbing your bags.
Later In The Day
You were sitting on the hard couch and your mom walked in. "Y/n me and Wanda are going to go in the hot tub. Do you wanna go?" You shot up fast "Wait! You have a hot tub?!" You asked surprise "Yeah we got it a couple of months before you left." You said 'Yes' and ran to change into your bathing suit.
You walked out and your mom and Wanda was already in. As you slowly got closer you could see Wanda's bathing suit. It revealed her big breast and you could fully see her hourglass figure. Her skin looked like it was glowing.
You stepped in and moaned "Wow this feels relaxing!" You smiled putting your head back "It really is! Especially after a long day at work." Your mom said "Or if your body is sore." Wanda added.
Her voice was smooth when she is relaxed. There was a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. "How old are you now Y/n?" Wanda asked breaking the silence "20" You said. "Oh, I'm sorry I missed your birthday, I'll have to give you a late present." She suggested "You don't have to but thanks." You smiled gratefully.
"Dang it was just like yesterday you were 18 packing your bags to go to college." She said making your mom 'hmm' in agreement "They grow up so fast." You rolled your eyes and laughed because of the saying.
"Stop growing up! You're making me feel old!" Your mom playfully yelled making everyone laugh. God! Wanda's laugh will never stop making you have butterflies. "Alright guys I have a meeting tomorrow so I'll turn in early." Nat got out, leaving the two of you alone across from each other.
"Tell me how it feels to be back." She said scooting closer to be beside you"Omg it feels amazing! I misse-" You stopped talking when you felt Wanda's hand touch your thigh. "You missed what?" She asked looking at you like she wasn't doing anything.
"I-uh my mom." You stuttered "Yeah did you miss your mommy?" You almost choked on air because of the way she was talking to you. While in college you've had a mommy kink and your friends would tease you about it so, when Wanda said 'Mommy' you were about to die.
"Y-yes." You said looking around making sure your mom wasn't near "What's wrong Y/n? You don't like my touch?" She asked tilting her head to the side. "I-I I'm tired." You quickly got up, rushing to you and Wanda's shared room. You grabbed clothes from your bag and went to take a shower.
Wanda's POV
Y/n is so shy and it's cute. I can hear her thoughts and she's always think of me in the most sexual ways possible and I'm starting to loose my cool.
I just want to know what she would look like laying down on her back with me worshipping her pretty pussy but, I don't wanna break Natasha by fucking her daughter so it's confusing. To say that I'm in love with my best friends daughter is wrong but, when it's Y/n we can let it slide.
I got out the tub and went inside to the room I'm supposed to share with her. I saw her underwear from what she was wearing this morning and took it. I sniffed it and smiled. She smelled like heaven and she probably tastes like it.
I sleep in a bra and panties so I changed and laided down waiting for Y/n to come to bed. That's when I heard the bathroom door open.
You walked out in shorts and a long shirt and saw Wanda waiting in bed. She smiled at you patting the right side of the bed. You slowly walked over and lifted the covers to see her only in a bra and panties and you couldn't take your eyes off.
It was like a her body was a magnet and your the metal. Your attracted. You laid down and turned so your back was facing her. She draped her arm over your side and you tensed up.
"Why so tense Malysh?"(My Love) When she spoke Russian it was so hot, it was almost like she knew everything you liked. You brushed her off and went to sleep.
Wanda's POV
I was getting kind of tired of Y/n pushing me off. I know she wants it but, she was playing hard to get. Maybe for the sake of her mom but, if she wasn't gonna give me what I wanted, I will take it.
I pulled the blanket off her and slowly pulled her shirt up. I could see the imprint of her nipples hard and perky. I squeezing them gently making sure she didn't wake up and she let out a moan.
It was so hot, my hand went to her butt rubbing and squeezing it wondering what it would be like to spank it. I slowly pulled her shorts off making sure she didn't wake up. Once they were off I finally got a good look at her underwear.
A red cotton set that matches her bra with a bow in the front, at this point she must be teasing me. I could see the wet patch from her. I slowly rubbed it making her jump. I secretly wanted her to wake up so, she can see what's happening.
The way her body reacted to her being sleep was making me me imagine how it would be if she was awake. I had enough teasing and pulled them down.
I was met with her pretty puffy pussy that was glistening on the lights from her wetness. I moaned at the sight and dragged my finger up her slit and put it to my mouth.
Just as I thought she tasted sweet. I could tell that I would be addicted to her without even having to eat her out. I leaned down and licked a strip along her slit. She moaned a little and moved but, I held her hips down.
I began sucking on her lips and used my hand to rub slow circles on her clit. She tasted so good and at this point I didn't care if she woke up. I stuck my tongue in her and sucked. That's when she started stirring out of her sleep.
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You drifted out of your sleep to hear sucking noises? You opened your eyes and was met with the dark but, you felt something down there. You pulled the covers off and almost screamed but, Wanda put her hand on to your mouth.
She took her mouth off you. "Shh you wouldn't want your mom walking in on us, would we?" She smirked dipping her moth in your core. You rolled your eyes to the back of you head. You felt ashamed.
The women was like your second mom and she was eating you out in the room next to your Mom. "Darling don't feel ashamed you like this." She said trying to convince you.
She pushed two fingers in you "Ahh-" you tried not to moan but, your body was betraying you. "God you sound so pretty." Wanda praised you. She increased her speed plunging her fingers in and out of you. She brought her mouth back to your clit licking and sucking on it.
"I-I" You struggled to get out "Use your words." Wanda urged you. "I-I need to c-cum." You felt disgusted saying that but, your body says otherwise. You've been focusing on college and not your sexual needs this felt way too good.
"Good girl." She praised as you came undone. Shaking uncontrollably and whining. You mumbled 'Thank You' over and over again. "Mommy's got you." She assured. Grabbing a rag and cleaning the mess you made. You were too fucked out to understand anything so you just sat there and let her clean you up.
"You did so good for me." She praised brushing hair out you face "Goodnight Lyubov." She said holding you so your back is against her stomach.
Next Morning
You woke up and instantly felt guilt. You remember what happened and you felt horrible. Your moms best friend fingered you with her in the next room. That was a one time thing and it will never happen again or it won't be talked about .
"Good morning Y/n." Wanda said beside you smiling. You tried getting out of her hold but, she didn't let up. "What's wrong why are you running from mommy?" She asked running circles on your back. "Wanda what we did last night was a mistake! It can't happen again!"
You said serious but Wanda just smiled.
"Sweetheart you weren't saying that last night." She teased you "Wanda I'm serious!" "So am I. Y/n I'm going to tell you right now that, that wasn't the last time we're doing that." Her expression change from smiling to serious. "Why are you denying me? You could barley form a sentence last night." She told you.
You heard enough and needed air so you wiggled out her hold and went outside. You felt like you're the reason your mom isn't gonna trust you anymore but, it wasn't entirely your fault. You thought about what Wanda said 'This isn't the last time.'
When you were a teenager you always thought she was beautiful but, never this way. You do gotta admit it felt good but, it was wrong. You needed advice and There's only one person that can help you.
Your. Mom.
It might sound crazy but, she knows how to help so you were gonna ask her what to do. She was at the meeting so all you had to do was wait and make up a story to hide y'all names.
In The Afternoons
Natasha walked in and saw you on the couch looking worried. "Hey, what's wrong." She asked putting her bags down. "Mom I need some advice." "Ok what's up?" She said listening. "So my friend Jamie's mom has a best friend name Tracy and Jamie likes Tracy but, Jamie doesn't want to mess up Tracy and her mom's relationship. What should Jamie do?"
Natasha paused for a second trying to think of something to say "Well, if Tracy makes Jamie happy then they should stay together because if the Mom also trusts Tracy then she should let them be together." She said "O-ok thanks Mom." You got up and hugged her.
"No problem." She hugged back "By the way Wanda wanted me to tell you to get ready because she is going to take you to get your birthday present." You rolled your eyes "I told her she didn't have too." You said going to the room "She won't take 'no' for an answer."
You went and got dressed and waited for her. Wanda came in staring daggers at your body "Ready to go?" You nodded and went to the mall.
"Go on baby and pick anything you want." You felt your heart tug at the pet name "Don't call me that." You mumbled walking away. You felt a sharp pain to your head only for it to be Wanda grabbing your hair "Don't talk back to mommy." She let you go and you went to a clothes store.
Meanwhile Wanda went to a sex shop and got you a "Little" present. You finished and she paid and y'all went home.
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Your mom had to work all night again so it was just you and Wanda. "Show me what you got Lyubov." She said. You grabbed the shopping bag and pulled out the clothes and started showing her. You finished smiling "I got you something too." She said making you excited "Ooo! What is it?"
She pulled out a box and gave it to you. You opened the box and felt your face heat up. It was a dildo and vibrator. "Do you like it?" She asked smiling. "I-uh-" She turned mean so fast
You don't like it?" She said, her eyes started glowing red.
"No no I like it." You let out an awkward laugh "Oh yeah? Good, good." Her eyes turned back normal. "How about we try it out?" She said making your eyes grow "W-what?" You couldn't believe she would buy you this and use it on you.
"D-did I s-stutter?" She mocked . "No." You mumbled "No what?" She asked "No mommy." You mumbled "Good girl now come on and let's go to the room." She guided you to the room and laid against the head board.
"Come here." She said patting the spot between her legs. You made your over and sat there. She spread your legs and traced circles around the waist band of your panties "Are you gonna be good for mommy?" She asked.
You stayed silent. As much as you wanted it, thoughts just came to your mom. "Don't think about your mom, think about your mommy." She said taking off your pants and panties.
Her hands played with your clit, smirking as you squirmed around "Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want me." She urged you, but you couldn't. Truth be told, you wanted to fuck her, but you would be betraying your mom.
She didn't get a responds so she slowly ran her finger up and and down your slit and enter you with a groan "God you feel so tight. Imagine if I had a dick. There would be mini me's and you's running around." She said making you moan.
"Oh you like this? So much for being a mom's girl. Your mommy's little baby." She said grabbing the dildo and pushing it in you. "Mommy." You breathy moaned. "How does it feel?" You were too busy focus on the dildo plunging in and out of you.
“We just started at your fucked out already?" She teased going slower "Wouldn't want you cumming too early." She said "You whine from getting your orgasm taken away "Hey we don't whine around here." She said slapping your clit making a wet noise and you jump.
She grabbed the vibrator and turn it in the lowest setting "We're gonna work our way to the top." She said rubbing circle with vibrator.
You whine and turn it up to the highest and adjusted it to your liking "Oh wow! I didn't know you like this that much!" Wanda said in surprise.
Your back was against Wanda front body and she was watching as you enjoyed yourself. Watching you get worked up turned her in so she put her hand in her underwear.
She played with her clit. Moan if at the feeling. She couldn't take it anymore so she grabbed the vibrator out your hand and grabbed a strap from the bag and attached the dildo.
She entered you so fast you jerked from the switch. "Gonna take it like a good girl?" You nodded as she pounding into you. She grabbed the vibrator and lit it against your clit making you scream in pleasure.
You laid limp with drool coming out the side of your mouth. She position you into doggystyle "You don't think I'm finished. Do you?" She said laughing "Give me another she said staring back up.
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Hours went by and you didn't even notice. The only thing on your mind was the way Wanda was fucking your guts out. Organism after organism came and Wanda didn't dare stop let alone slow down.
Your screams could probably be heard all the way in another continent and that made Wanda even more cocky to keep going.
Natasha's POV
I pulled in the driveway and got my bags out the car. I unlocked the door and was instantly met with the smell of sex. I also heard yelling and moaning.
Suspiciously I walked through the hallway and heard all the noise coming from Y/n's room. I cracked the door and was kind of shocked by what I saw.
Wanda was pounding MY DAUGHTER with a strap on. Y/n looked fucked out. Drool coming out her mouth, Eyes rolled to the back of her head. It looked like they were out of a porno.
I say kind of because I've seen the way Wanda looks at her and how Y/n gets flustered easily. She was never like that before she came back and it only happened when Wanda and her 'runited'. Also, it added with the fact Y/n was asking me about Moms best friend and relationships and when I thought about Wanda and her it all started to make sense.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
Y/n's POV
I lost my train of thought because I was getting fucked by Wanda.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?"
That voice, you knew that voice all too well. Your MOM. "M-mo-om?" You struggled to get out. Wanda pulled out looking a nervous scared. She meant to talk to Nat about this. "This wasn't the way I wanted you to find out."
Wanda said breathing heavy. "What do you mean Wanda?! You're fucking my daughter!" Natasha said angrily. "I know I know I'm sorry. It's just we have a connection that you can feel. Yeah I might of raised her like my daughter but, she is more than that to me." Wanda said almost having tears slip out your eyes.
Natasha sighed. "Look Maximoff. I know you better than anyone else and if you make my daughter happy, you make me happy." She said making you breathe other in relief. "But." 'Oh no'. "If you EVER and I mean EVER hurt my daughter I will skin you alive right in front of her. You understand?"
Wanda gulped down a little fear "Oh you won't have to worry about that. This is my little girl." She said thrusting hard in you making you whimper. "I'll let y'all do what you want but, keep it down I'm sleeping." Nat walked out to the bathroom.
You didn't hold back, flipping Wanda over so you’re on top of her and kissing her with so much passion. You bounced up and down, moaning in each others mouth, and making love.
Natasha in the other room wide awake hearing your moans and endless praises coming from Wanda was a proud mother. She didn't care about how loud you were being. All she wanted was for you to be happy.
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Singer!Reader Universe
MASTERLIST ↠ SCARLETT JOHANSSON MASTERLIST
Summary For This Universe: You're an actress and a singer
Background Information (optional but makes more sense if you read it)
Not an actual story, just oneshots all in the same universe (just basically anything that pops into my head...)
~ONESHOTS~
The Oscars
Message In A Bottle🍾
~WHAT IF?~
rest in peace
~CAMERA ROLLS~
You
Your Camera Roll
POV: Your Camera Roll When You're Dating Scarlett Johansson
POV: Your Camera Roll When You're Dating Scarlett Johansson - Events
POV: Your Camera Roll - Selfies Scarlett Sent You
Scarlett
POV: Scarlett's Camera Roll (Face Claim: Victoria Justice)
POV: Scarlett's Camera Roll - Part 2 (Face Claim: Monica Barbaro)
POV: Scarlett's Camera Roll - Selfies You Sent Her
#scarlett johansson x reader#scarlett johansson#scarlett x reader#scarlett johansson fanfiction#scarlett johansson imagine#female reader#scarlett johansson x you#scarlett johansson x y/n#x reader#natsha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha x reader#singer!reader#singer!reader universe
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ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ.
pairing(s): natasha x gn!reader
warning(s): angst. unfinished story.
summary: uhhh
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A week and half.
That’s how I’ve been avoiding Nat and I was going to keep avoiding her.
I couldn’t face her.
Not after how I reacted when she’d told she wanted to marry Bruce.
Not after I found how just how much he held her heart in the palm of his hands.
Lately I’ve been taking more mission just to make it easier to avoid her, though I’m not sure she were even looking for me considering she was back with booger boy.
The same man who dropped Carol after she refused to have sex two weeks into the relationship.
What an ass.
It were even worse that I was here sitting at a bar at one Tony’s parties and I knew Natasha would walk in here with booger on her arm, smiling her temporary smile.
God, I downed my second of drink of the night at the thought.
“Come on. You can mope around forever, dance with Steve and I.” Bucky who now leaned again the counter next to me spoke.
“I’d rather sit here and drink my sorrows away.” I stare into my empty glass as I reply to him
He pulled my arm causing me to stumble up from my seat, “What kind of friend would I be if I let you do that?”
“A good one.” I utter to which he chuckled continuing to pull me to the dance floor where Sam did the worm and Steve laughed at him.
“Lighten up for one night.” Bucky pleaded and I mange a sigh, fleeing a fake smile.
“Fine. I’ll pretend to be joyful but first I need another drink.” I pat his shoulder, heading back to the bar.
I threw a 20 down asking the tender for two shots of vodka to which he placed two empty glasses before me, pouring the substance into them.
I thanked him before downing them and turning to search for Bucky but instead I was met with a particular red head that stood in my view staring up at me.
I gulp.
“You’re better at avoiding than I thought. I couldn’t find you for weeks.” Her tone bitter and her stare cold.
“I’ve just been busy with mis—
“bullshit I talked to Steve and he told me you practically begged him for missions.” She interjected.
“Shouldn’t you be with Bruce? Dancing the night away.” This time my tone was bitter.
“Yeah I should but you’re more important right now. I wanna know what’s bothering you.”
Usually my heart would jump at her saying I’m more important than Bruce but I think I’d given up hope for her.
“Nothings bothering me Natasha. I’ve gotta go, Bucky’s waiting on me.” I try to move past her and she grabs my wrist, dragging me in the direction of the door.
Once we were outside I pulled my wrist from her grasp.
“Did I do something?” She asks, well more of a demand in the form of a question, saying ‘tell me why you’re avoiding me’
I shoving my hands into my pockets, “liste—”
Before my sentence had even begun it ended due to Bruce appearing from the door.
“There you are,” he pulled her into his embrace kissing her (clearly drunk and only wanted one thing.)
“Hey, can we talk later I’m dealing with something right now.” She referred to me and he groaned.
“You guys can talk I’m gonna,” I gestured to the sidewalk behind me.
“Y/n.” She pleaded.
“No nat. I can’t. How could I be so stupid? You love him,” I finally break, the sight of his hands on her waist getting to me. “You would never even look my way.”
“And it’s something I don’t get because I’m so good to you and he treats you like you’re nothing but you’re everything, everything and more.”
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(2) the curse of living in a small town | I got a bad idea series
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southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader
tw: allusions to sex (didn’t happen, r just misunderstands), discussion of w&n undressing r while she was drunk bc r threw up on them, slight angst, two separate minor injuries (r), blood mention, mentions to past drunkenness (r), incorrect scared horse description?
a/n: in true me fashion this is published without being proofread. so excuse my choppy ass writing lmao
The sheets wrapped around you were too warm, and it often pulled you back to sleep. Any time you begin to stir, all you had to do was twist your body and you were falling asleep again. The sun was high in the sky by the time you actually opened your eyes.
The curtains were closed, but the air conditioning would push the corners so they’d flip up and let the light in. It didn’t take long to recognize that the room you were in was not a room you recognized.
You froze, dread piling within you as you took in each individual difference between the room you were in versus the one back at your grandparents. The coats hung behind the door, pictures laid on the vanity in front of you, a hand-made blanket thrown across the edge of the bed frame. Not to mention the smell—though pleasant—it was unrecognizable.
It took looking down at your current sleep wear to make you freak out. It wasn’t yours.
Everything on top and underneath wasn’t yours. Your heart rate seems faster than normal when you crack the door open. It’s quiet, and a sign for you to run out the door.
Your feet are bare, so the sound of the bottom of your foot sticking when it picks off the floor is embarrassingly loud. You’ve almost reached the first floor, feet about to meet the halfway mark on the stairs when you hear a voice beside you.
No rational thought came to mind as you rush down the stairs. Your left foot slips and you miscalculate the distance between the last step and the bench sitting across from you. It collided into the bench’s leg with a solid thud.
The wind gets knocked out of you, forcing you to hunch over and wait for the sting to leave. You don’t want to see who’s greeted you, ignoring it even as you miserably make it to the front door.
Across from you in the middle of their yard is Natasha. Though with how fuzzy last night was, she’s become a stranger to you. You turn to the left and book it towards the one thing you recognize at the moment, your grandparents home. You hear her call out to you, but you don’t waste any time running through the warm grass. All emotions related to embarrassment, regret, and shame fill you and force your adrenaline to kick it into overdrive.
Your grandma’s having a field day, laughing as she sees you through the kitchen window. She calls her husband over, the sight of you in almost nothing cracking him up hit he attempts to save your dignity.
He opens the door for you, not saying anything because he knew you’d rush past him and shut yourself in a room. Which is exactly what you did.
“That’s pretty early for a night owl like her,” your grandma laughs, looking to your grandpa. He has a sympathetic look on his face, still looking off where you ran up the stairs.
“I feel bad, honey.“
“It’s not that I don’t feel bad, I just think she’s a grown adult. She choose to get drunk, I’m sure she’s just embarrassed to find out she drunkenly cried over someone congratulating her for graduating college.”
That’s not the reason why you felt embarrassed. You had zero chance of knowing what happened last night until you talked to one of them. Confrontation wasn’t your strength, avoidance was. That’s why you’re caught up in this mess with your boss at work, you can’t tell him to give you a raise because you’re afraid of getting fired.
That’s how you feel now. You’re afraid of asking what happened last night because you’re scared of the possible situation. There’s no obvious physical signs of anything happening other than your clothes being changed. That being said, you still left your clothes over there. At this point, they can keep them.
The picture frames that covered the walls were photos from their marriage. Them smiling, a few of them kissing. It was beautiful and you were terrified you were to ruin it, what they have, after last night. Your home was even quieter than theirs, that was until your mother had begun to bang against your door.
“Get dressed, you’re coming with me into town.”
You realize then that all of your sudden movement from earlier catches up to you. Your mother realizes it too and thankfully allows you to sleep in more. After a few home remedies you’re feeling better, but not fully healed. When she finds you in bed at 3PM, she’s hurrying into your bedroom and pushing you to get out
“Tomorrow?”
“No,” she pulls the sheets off the bed, “fall for stupid tricks get stupid consequences, come on.“
You shy away from the laughs coming from your brother and grandparents when you make it downstairs. There was a small tray in the kitchen with a varying fruits. A small sticky note beside it with a personalized message towards you, telling you to take whatever’s left.
“Want to visit the diner in town? I’d like to visit my friend for a minute, you can get lunch?”
Your mom navigates the plans, pushing beside you. You make a small plate and grab more meds from the pharmacy tray in the furthest cabinet to the left.
“I don’t care, mom.”
She grabs the keys off a small hook and wonders off outside. Her actions telling you get yourself in the car within the next few minutes. You bother finds himself stumbling into the kitchen, “to set the record straight, I won.”
“Fuck off,” you mumble, grabbing your phone and tumbling out the door. Your mom pulled the car out front with the window’s down.
“Buckle your seatbelt.”
“We’re going down St Peters?”
“You’re still sobering. I’m scared you’ll pull the door open and fly out.”
“Mom,” you point towards where the city is, “the streets are 25, it’s slow. Just go.”
She still replayed her comeback to you, going on about how over drinking is terrible for you. Meanwhile her yapping was making everything hurt worse. You rest your head against the window as best as you can, trying to be mindful of the constant bumps due to the rock road.
“—you had cried like a baby.”
“I did what?”
“Cried last night.”
You groan, “I can’t believe I did that.”
“You did a lot of things,” she says eventually once you’ve gotten onto the road. Her sentence doesn’t help the downfall of emotions you’ve been experiencing since this morning.
“Have anybody in your sights lately?”
“Nope, still single.”
She prods further, asking, “are you going to get married? I don’t care how or when, just sometime before I die so I can have grandchildren.”
“I understand. You’ll be the first to know if I find someone.”
She turns down the street, onto where the most amount of buildings lie unless you want to drive for hours. It’s a thirty minute drive, decent enough to get what you’re needing. Food, supplies, send mail, or to set up market. There was a spot in front of the town’s diner, the one your mom chose and the one right by where a certain someone’s car was parked as well.
You climb out of the car, unsuspecting and following your mom into the diner. She pulls away from you almost immediately to talk to her friend who’s sat at a booth towards the back. You thought to introduce yourself, include yourself in the conversation between an old acquaintance. The both just behind her was where Natasha was, your eyes finding hers. You grew defensive, turning on your heel to sit at the bar instead.
The lady behind the counter takes your brisk order. The look on her face is also wondering why you’re this bothered by her presence. If it were a one night stand, it’s fine, they happen. Usually they don’t and with one running out into the field barefoot though.
She hands you the tea you ordered. You’re sure your expression is still tense judging by the fact her eyes never leave you until she’s rounded the corner. Whether she’s concerned, or noisy, it doesn’t matter. If she could tell you’re tense, you’re sure Natasha can tell if she so much looks your way.
You’re unsure about why, but you look over your shoulder. It was with a purpose to look at your mother, but you glued onto her again and freaked when you saw her get closer. Hands growing sweaty around the cold drink in your hands when she sits beside you. She wastes no time getting straight to the point, narrowing you with a stare.
“Why’d you run off this morning?”
The conversation you’ve been dreading was unraveling. You keep your eyes on the old tv, not sparing her a glance. She doesn’t budge. You finally turn towards her, meeting her stare, “do I know you?”
It was a complete lie that she seemed to beleive for a split second. She backed up, giving you enough space and time for your mother to come back. You were gone by the time she put the pieces together. The way you looked back at her, nervously swallowed when she got close, and sat still when she spoke to you. You definitely recognized her.
You ran into them again at the market a day later. Whoever they went, you copied, hiding behind anything you could to avoid being seen.
You ran into them again when Natasha was getting gas at the station you liked off Westview. You went above and beyond to push your seat back, putting yourself out of the span of her line of sight.
You ran into them everywhere. The only place they had yet to wonder into was your grandparents land. It felt like your safe zone, the area where they couldn’t roam.
That proved to be wrong when you crept into the stable at sundown, visiting the newer addition to the stable. You met him a day ago when your grandfather took you out to see him for the first time.
You sat in the corner of his pen on a stool, watching as he ate the feed you poured into his food mound into. Your grandfather mentioned needing him to get used to new people as they wanted to train and sell him eventually to a rider.
“Why’re you up so late?” wanda had asked almost as if she came out of nowhere. It startled you and the sound your hand made when it hit his feeder had him freaking out as well. Wanda’s quick to unlatch the door, pulling you into her. The wooden edge caught onto your skin, dragging and pulling it until it bled.
“Thank yo—“
“No need, my apologies for scaring you,” she looks towards the terrified horse, “and him”
“Ah no worries, he gets scared often,” you brush the hay off of your jeans, “why’re you in here?”
“We bought half the stable two years ago.”
Of course they did.
“Oh.”
“Guessing your ma didn’t tell you?”
You shook your head, reaching an arm out to slide it down the side of his snout, bringing him to eventually stand still. She waits patiently beside you, looking between you and the horse.
“Got yourself cut there?”
“I did?“
Her fingers weave under your arm, pulling it up and showing you the slice your arm took a minute ago. She looks saddened, “I’m sorry, angel, I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”
“It’s just a small cut. I barely even knew it was there I’m so immune to them.”
She doesn’t look pleased. She invites you to her house, and you want her to leave. It’s not her, it’s you. You can still feel your nerves spike after all these days when you see them time after time again. Going back to their house would mean you’d have to see how the two of them are doing, and lately, they haven’t been in the same room.
If there’s one thing you remember from last night, was that they came together and were almost wrapped in each other’s arms.
“At least let me cleanse it before anything tries to infect it.”
You agree and she sits you down on the chair in the tack room, coming back a second later with a small bag. The cut did not draw any attention to you when it happened, but you’re thankful she noticed or else the blood could’ve spread onto your clothes or anything else you touched.
Neither one says anything while she rubs disinfectant on the gash. The horses in their stalls were making much more noise in how they huff and walk around. Being cooped up in a little cell would drive you crazy. Like being cooped up in this room with Wanda was suffocating.
“Have you had any meds since last night?”
“Yes,” you rush to look away when she glances at you, “ma has a supply in her cabinets.”
“Good.”
Oh my gosh you want to run back into the house and stay in there until you fly back to New York. She’s entirely calm and her fingers are steady, something you’re trying to copy.
“If you need anything, come visit.”
It was the undertone of her statement that confused you. It was inviting. She put the cotton pad into the trash, coming back to sit beside you. Her fingers were so gentle, hovering over your skin and unintentionally giving you chills.
“Thank you.”
Her smile so soft. She finishes putting the small bandage over your arm and walks back out to put it away. You don’t want to run now, partially because you’re with the one who’ll lay the truth down in a kinder way.
“What happened last night.”
You know she heard you when she laughs out loud, the sound light and airy. It confused you, bringing you to ask more questions. She motions for you to leave the room, the key going into the lock after.
“You got drunk and cried if Natasha or I tried to leave. We all decided it would be best if we just brought you to our house for the night. You fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow. Natasha heard you being sick late into the night, I believe it was 3AM? She left to help you—“
“That’s a wonderful story,” you cut her off in hopes to not hear the rest, but you’re incredibly relieved to find you hadn’t slept with them that night, “I am so terribly sorry you had to deal with that.”
“If you’d like your clothes from last night back they’re folded in our laundry room.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“We wanted to.”
You walk past the first few stables to grab your phone off the table you had set it on when you walked in. You flit it into your back pocket, “would you be alright if I stopped by to grab my clothes tonight?”
“Not at all.”
The front gate to the stable shuts. Wanda pulls a small flashlight, shining the light to help you both walk back towards their house. Her eyes were focused ahead, shorter hair covering half of her side profile.
“When I first met you, how long had you been married?”
“About three years,” she explains, “we got married in the summer.”
“The pictures in your home are beautiful.”
She thanks you, walking ahead to open the door to her estate for the both of you. The moon’s full, providing enough light that almost puts the flashlight to shame. It shows the shorter path ahead of you, marked by dried dirt and stones.
The door to their home opens and Natasha walks to stand in the doorway. The two greet each other with a kiss, whispering small pleasantries. It’s only for a second, but it singles you out and makes you feel you’re imposing. Natasha holds the door for you to enter, letting the screen door swing shut once you’ve all entered.
Wanda walks you through their house towards the laundry room, indirectly giving you a tour of everything you ran past in a blur that morning. The emerald green backsplash in their kitchen and wooden cabinets. Little miscellaneous items thrown about like a stack of papers and a random hair clip.
“Here,” she peeks into the laundry room, setting the clothes onto your open arms, “sorry they’re all cold, I promise they were warm this morning.”
You laugh awkwardly, the shy sound getting cut off from Natasha calling for Wanda from another room. You two found Natasha standing in the living room, holding an opened envelope. Shreds of paper were on the floor, results of her careless attempts of opening the letter.
“Why are we still getting mail from the Parsons? We finished their payment last week.”
Wanda takes it from her hands, scanning over the letter for only a second, “it’s possible they’ve forgotten, they’re entirely too old.”
Natasha mumbles under her breath and goes to place it with the other thrown about papers on their dining room table.
“I’m probably going to head out now,” you look behind yourself, ensuring that you’re actually walking backwards towards the door, “thank you for everything.”
“Course, angel. Have a good night.”
You smile, feeling like you’re being drowned underwater as you step down the porch. Their conversation can be heard even as you’re halfway down their driveway, the screen door doing nothing to separate building from the rest of the world.
You grow cold as you walk back home, the light and warmth their home brought escaping you with each step you took walking away from them. It’s loud back at your grandparent’s home, most everyone is situated in the backyard, but a few remain in the living room.
Your aunt greets you first, asking where you were before asking if you could help your brother with the dessert since apparently he’s “still recovering from last night.” You doubt that but you’re in no mood to fight.
Your grandparents are sitting on a one person couch. Legs are intertwined and hands held and it brings back a memory from last night in their home when you were laid over Natasha’s waist in a similar position. You leave the room with an aching feeling in your chest.
There’s times when you were unsure of how you were feeling. The reason why you felt off sometimes never making itself known. You were home with family, a plate with crumbs laid on the table between you all. It was fine, you were safe and in a warm building with food and water and everything necessary.
When the lights turned off in the house and everyone had gone to bed, you still felt a tight squeeze in your chest. You labeled it as a combination of so much happening the past couple of days, and the fact you drank more than usual just the night before. When you climbed in bed, you fell asleep looking at the little lit-up house down the road.
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Nsfw links pt.3
Warnings: Fingering, Strap-on, bondage, Dom! Natasha, Idk
Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader
Natasha letting out sweet praises while having to keep her hand over your mouth because you're moaning too loud. Here
Milf!Natasha taking the time out of her day to fuck you better than any of your boyfriends have. Here
You acting up in the mall when Natasha was taking you shopping, so the only reasonable thing she can do is tie you up and punish you. Hopefully, this will teach you a lesson. Here
Natasha likes to let you ride her so you can feel like you have a bit of control over her (even though she's always in control) Here
You and Natasha getting stoned, and she can't help but need your pussy. Here
Natasha just using your mouth anyway she wants to. Here
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ANGSTPRIL 2024
30 Days and 30 Prompts of pure ✨angst✨
Note: Up until posting pairings, names and TW are subject to change
Vomiting in a Vault
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: Homesick (Day 1) + Longing (Day 4)
TW: Vomiting, Being trapped, crying, canon typical violence, head injury, homesickness
Reader and Wanda get captured on a mission and want nothing more than to go home and be with Natasha.
Icicles and Injuries
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: Frozen (Day 2) + No way out (Day 11)
TW: Injury, being trapped, hypothermia, mentions of death, partial nudity (consented)
Reader gets trapped and needs to be saved before they freeze to death.
Sleepless Nights in the gym (COMING SOON)
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: Bad dreams (Day 7) + Drained (Day 22)
TW: Passing out, overworking, nightmares
Reader has been having trouble sleeping. In an effort to blow off some steam she ends up training until sunrise.
Secrets don’t Save you (COMING SOON)
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: Trust issues (Day 9) + Last chance (Day 17) + Learning the truth (Day 13) + Faking a smile (Day 21)
TW: Trust issues, lying, injury, regret, childhood trauma
Reader has issues asking for help as a result of trauma and once again fails to seek help. She ends up regretting it.
Ghost Pains (COMING SOON)
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: Phantom pain (Day 10)
TW: Previous injuries , pain
Reader’s old injury results in some pain during a bad flare up.
Too Little too Late (COMING SOON)
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: A little too late (Day 12) + Lost battle (Day 8)
TW: Vomiting, embarrassment
Reader feels awful and has been fighting the feeling of illness until the last possible moment … perhaps a little too late.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds (COMING SOON)
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: Confrontation (Day 15) + Cold shoulder (Day 25)
TW: Cold shoulder, sickness, arguments, sadness
Reader gets grumpy when she gets sick and ends up driving away the people who care about her.
Safe House Sickness (COMING SOON)
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: Cry for help (Day 16)
TW: Vomiting
Reader is being held in a safe house with Wanda and Natasha but she’s not safe from sickness.
Broken and on the Back-burner (COMING SOON)
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: Left behind (Day 18) + Broken (Day 20)
TW: Broken bones, canon typical violence, shock, being left behind, being shot, mentions of death
Reader gets put on the back burner when one of her teammates gets badly injured, but they end up forgetting her and the fact that her injuries are important as well.
Shot Shock Sick (COMING SOON)
Pairing: Wandanat x Reader
Prompts: Trembling (Day 19) + Panicked (Day 27)
TW: Vomiting, shock, canon-typical violence, themes of death, minor character death, crying
Reader if forced to kill for the first time since the red room and she doesn’t take it well. She was given autonomy … is this what she wants to do with it
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RETURNING HOME
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Request: Nope :)
Summary: After a long mission Natasha wants to cook for her returning girlfriend, but... things go wrong. This is a short one but hope you enjoy 👍
Warnings: feelings of low self-esteem; mentions of Six of Crows; unedited chapter
Word Count: 1,1K+
Natasha was an agent. A spy. A former assassin. An Avenger. She was an idol for countless S.H.I.E.L.D. trainees and agents alike, tough, smart, seductive, everything. She could do anything she willed herself to do. Anything she wanted to be able to do.
At least that's what she was telling herself.
At three in the afternoon she had decided she would cook one of her girlfriend's favourite Indian curries; Aloo Gohbi. Two hours she had struggled with the relatively simple dish. In ten minutes (y/n) would be there, and then it would be too late.
She told herself all it took was one more try. One more go. Or at least she could speed-clean the kitchen so that she would never know Natasha tried in the first place.
But she had failed. She had failed her girlfriend and herself.
Sighing, she leaned back against a counter, involuntarily sniffling as she observed the mess before her. Pots and pans lay discarded all along the stove and sink, bowls and cutlery spread throughout the room, painting a rather chaotic picture.
Natasha groaned, cupping her face in her hands as she felt her eyes tear up. You had recently convinced her to read some of your favourite books, and due to the lack of work she was experiencing lately - not that she was complaining - she may or may not have twisted down the rabbit hole of fantasy and romance novels.
Now perhaps reading depictions of romantic sweetness and sexual tension followed by a book such as Six of Crows sure to awaken her belief in the old saying memento mori, a reminder that we shall all die, wasn't the best course of action and might have had something to do with the stray tears coursing down her cheeks.
But while the recent fictional dramatics certainly didn't help, Natasha could tell her desperation stemmed from a far older need to please. To be good enough. To manage everything.
And while she found it almost silly that this led her to cry over inedible or burnt curry, sometimes emotion simply worked that way.
A knock on the door startled her out of her frozen state, leading her to scurry along the tiled and wooden floor to meet you.
"Tasha? It's me. Codeword's 'There's a package from the Lemon Tree for you'. You home?"
Natasha fumbled with the doorknob for a prolonged moment before ripping it open, immediately being engulfed by your arms.
"Hey, Natty," you whispered into her ear, kissing her temple. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too. Come in, it's scorching hot out here." You smiled as she led you in, quickly past the kitchen, into the living room, pointedly ignoring your mumbled 'only 32 degrees...'.
"You've cut your hair!" you gasped, running your fingers through the red strands. "And you had your nails done and- Darling, why are your eyes red?"
Your tone and expression morphed to a concerned one and Natasha blinked quickly in hopes of erasing evidence, but it was too late.
"No, they're not. I mean, if they are, I don't know why. They don't hurt or anything." She still marvelled at how her ability to lie to you always amounted to near nothing.
"Tasha," you repeated firmly, awaiting a more substantial answer.
"I... look in the kitchen if you must." You hesitated, contemplating asking her to tell you herself, but eventually decided it wasn't necessary.
You gently took her by the hand, guiding her back to the kitchen where you wrapped an arm around her waist, surveilling the damage with mild surprise.
"It smells nice," you commented playfully, making her groan, burying her face in your neck. "Was this for me, baby?"
"Yeah... It was... supposed to be aloo ghobi and dal. And some rice. I'm not sure where I went wrong." You slowly moved about a bit with Natasha still clinging to your side, looking at the pans.
"Well, the rice is good, just not basmati rice, so that's unusual... The dal is fine, just a little burnt, and the curry..." Natasha had perked up beside you, looking hopeful at the optimistic descriptions of her dish.
You popped a potato from the pan into your mouth and struggled to swallow, eyes widening at the extreme overdose of salt and cardamon.
"Um... the aloo ghobi might be beyond saving. But that's okay, because guess what?" You turned to her triumphantly, smiling broadly at her.
"...What?" she asked carefully, eyes squinting.
"I wasn't expecting this, so I took the liberty of bringing takeout with me. And... it just so happens to be Indian curry. So we now have a ton of rice, but that should be fine."
Before you could even entirely finish your thought, she had wrapped her arms around your neck, laughing gently at the coincidental luck.
"That's pretty good, innit, love?" you cooed, brushing some hair behind her ear. "Now, why don't you sit down, I'll get that and my suitcase, yeah?"
She nodded enthusiastically, claiming one end of the sofa in the living room, already snatching a fuzzy blanket in readiness for the expected TV dinner.
You quickly stole your suitcase and the takeaway from the car and stowed the luggage away before salvaging the rice and dal from dismissed pots and pans.
"So," you drawled, setting the food down on the table before your girlfriend, "what's it gonna be, love?"
She licked her lips and reached for her plate, patting the spot beside her in encouragement for you to join her.
You slipped onto the couch as she hesitated, thinking, wrapping an arm around her waist as she leant into your side.
"What about an art-house film? Asteroid City is out now? Maya Hawke?" You nodded solemnly, already switching on the TV and searching for the right streaming service.
"Isn't that the one with that actress who looks a lot like you?"
"Ah yes, my evil twin," she chuckled, her mouth full of food. "Scarlett Johansson. That's her name."
"Oh, yeah," you sang, finding the movie and pressing 'play'.
"Are you okay?" you whispered, resting your hand on her abdomen as the credits began, along with a cheery tune, your fingers tracing intricate patterns on her smooth skin.
"Yeah, now that you're here. I think I was just... insecure," she murmured, swishing her fork amongst her next bite.
"Okay," you whispered back as the first scene approached, "you did great, y'know?"
"I'm so glad you're back."
"Me, too. I love you, hon'."
"I love you, too."
A car screeched to a halt on screen, demanding your attention, and you obeyed.
Natasha breathed in deeply, enjoying your warmth and loving feel.
You couldn't imagine anywhere you'd rather be instead of here, with your lover, the most beautiful woman you knew, lying in your arms.
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