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You are feeding us here 👀

older! natasha romanoff is your daddy // nsfw head canons

daddy! natasha loves fucking your tits. she’s entirely obsessed on how soft and rounds they are, that perky nipples of yours going hard the moment natasha lay her tongue on them. your daddy takes her time to worship them with a good and slow fuck, sliding her thick cock between your ample breasts, the sensation sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. "fuck, that feels good," natasha would groan over and over, her voice thick with desire, rocking hips, driving her cock deeper in your cleavage. "squeeze those tits, baby. I want to feel them wrapped around my cock." the read head moans would echo in the room, her hips moving faster as she approaches the edge of ecstasy. "fuck, I'm gonna come," gasps, voice ragged with desire. "come on, baby. milk my cock with those tits." that are her filthy words filling your ears as you feel her hot cum painting your boobs and cleavage. with a harsh slap at your soft mounds and low growls, your daddy would rock her hips a few times more before stilling.

daddy! natasha always teases you. oh she loves so much having her sweet time to edge that little tight warm pussy. your baby pinky panties with little flakes coated in her pre cum as she tease your pussy lips with her big and heavy tip. “you love feeling my cock in your panties, don't you, little one? you love being my naughty little plaything?" you would bite your lip, your own arousal skyrocketing hearing her words, pushing hips to feel something more, encouraging your daddy to stroke harder. "please, daddy," pleads fall from your lips like prayers "make me feel you cum in my panties. i want to feel it... i need it." natasha darkly chuckles, her shaft twitches as she’s close. she moves the panties aside stroking her red tip on your clit. "oh, fuck!” her hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "here it comes, baby. get ready, daddy’s coming. oh!”. with a final, desperate thrust, the red head release her hot, sticky load into your panties, coating the fabric with the essence. "good girl," you hear praises, natasha’s voice thick with satisfaction. "you took it so well. my little cum slut." cum spills from your lips barely touched by her cock, she spreads it all over your pussy just for her to push back up the panties on their place and leaving you full coated of her cum for the rest of the day.

daddy! natasha has the biggest breeding kink. she loves edging you with filthy talks about it during rough sex. actually it’s her little dream to stuff you pregnant and see you round with her babies. she would have you pinned down on the bed, her thick cock stuffed in your swollen and red pussy pistoling in the oblivion. your daddy would growl and leaning down to wrap her hands on your neck. "imagine it, baby," you hear her plump lips ghosting your ear, "you'd be my perfect housewife, always with a swollen belly and your pussy full of my hot, cum." the red head’s hands sliding over your tits to groping them. “you'd cook and clean for me, always wearing nothing but an apron and a smile," her thrust more stronger, harsher, deeper. "and when the kids are asleep, i'd take you to bed and fill you up until you’re overflowing with my seed." natasha moans loudly, your womb being filled to the brim, “that’s it, little baby, take it all. i don’t want a single drop waisted.” your daddy would thrusting her cock securing everything inside you and you just happily accepts everything she gives you like a good girl.

daddy! natasha spend hours letting you cockwarming her. she loves the feeling of your tight walls and if she could, she would gladly spend the eternity with her cock buried in there. “stay still baby, behave or i’ll punish you.” she usually cockwarms you in the night, her cock hard in your pussy bottomed in, her leg atop your waist. “i know baby, i know. shh. let daddy stay inside so if i wake up tonight i’m already in and i can fuck you while you’re asleep.” with only using these magic words she would convince you in a heartbeat. however natasha loves using cockwarming also as punishment when you two are in public. last time you misbehaved at the movie, you kept brushing your hand on her clothed bulge because the scenes in the film made you horny. your daddy was pissed and with a low growl she dragged you to the last empty seats, pushed your baby pink panties aside and stuffed her cock inside. “little one, if you dare to move i’m gonna fuck you straight on the stage and let this movie transform into a porn, so everyone can see how a slut you are. would you like that mh? yeah you would ‘cause you’re whore for this cock. i don’t wanna hear a sound till the movie ends.” you didn’t in fact move but by the end of the night natasha fucked you raw in the bathroom stall of the cinema as a reward.

daddy! natasha your daddy owns an expensive sleek black car and she’s really attached to it, natasha treats her car almost like a baby. she loves them so much that she fucks you in there too. oh, she loves car sex with you, her cock twitches the moments you hop in the car as you sit so pretty beside her, legs uncovered and panties showing from the skirt she chose for you. your daddy sometimes let you suck her cock while she drives; white work shit with the sleeves rolled up, big callous hands on the steering wheel. such a holy sight for your eyes. natasha groan, growl, greet her teeth as the zip on her black pants is down and your warm mouth is full of her thick shaft. “mind your teeth, whore, we’re passing a bumpy road.” cock sucking sounds fill the car as your cheeks are hallow, soft hums from your mouth happy with your daddy sweet taste. you make her come fast and swallow everything, “good girl, little one. oh, look at that baby, such a good cock dumpster huh? did you enjoy sucking daddy’s cock while she drive?” natasha’s cock is too hard to be putted in the boxers so she pulls over and fucks you till you completely milk her away.

daddy! natasha goes insane to fuck your asshole. she trained you a lot in order to fit her big shaft in your little hole. she keeps you hours or days with an anal plug all stuffed in your ass with a gold fake diamond atop of it. she started with little sizes till arriving to the ones much likely her cock’s size. your daddy would put her throbbing tip in your ass and cum inside to lube you up, stretching out with her fingers and then start with the plug till it bottoms out inside you fully. “my perfect fuck toy to play with, this ass will be stretch in no time to take my big cock.” natasha would growl a lot watching your fluttering hole trying to push the plug out, harsh slaps land on your ass cheeks “don’t pull, whore, you have to take it. i don’t care if it’s too big. my cock is bigger but when i stuff you full i don’t hear complains, so shut up and behave, pup.” and she then proceeds to push the plug back inside. when your daddy finally thinks your hole is trained enough she’s eager to just fill your ass putting you in doggy style, grunts and harsh slaps on your ass till you feel her big tip slipping inside you. “fuck, little one, so fucking tight it. look at this hole so so eager, you like it huh? of course you do, little cockwhore.” natasha has the best orgasm that night and just kept fucking your ass without stopping till your ass is stuffed full of her loads. she definitely found a new obsession.

daddy! natasha definitely takes you to work when she can. the only reason is to let you suck her dick off. she would put you on your knees under her desk and pull off her cock for you, “i’m fucking stressed, suck my dick. i need to relax and finish some paperworks.” and that’s how you would spend the day there. slow blowjobs, your mouth tasting only like natasha and your hands full of her balls. you learned to give your daddy the best blowjobs, slowing discovering her weak spots: tip, balls, veins. “fuck, baby, keep going. suck this cock like lollipop, yeah.. here we go, just like that. a fucking cock sucker that’s what you are.” her hands would entangle in your hairs to deep throating you, tears prickling your eyes and gagging sounds fill the room mingling with natasha’s moans. it doesn’t take long for her to come, she push your mouth away and cum all over your face. natasha tsk and smirks “a daddy’s work of art.”

daddy! natasha wakes up most nights with the bed slightly shaking and whimpers pulling her from her sleep. you try so hard humping her cock like a pathetic little thing, but without your daddy’s help failing is what you do; not getting much friction for satisfying your midnight horniness. natasha would dry chuckles, arms flipping in the back of her hands enjoying the show, her pj’s pants visibly strained and a bulge tall and needing to be free from its confines. “such a dumb baby, you can’t even hump daddy’s cock without her help. look at that, you look like a dog in heat.” whines and prayers fall from your lips along with tears desperately needing that fullness. “daddy please, i need you” natasha would only rolls her eyes and slap your thighs “you woke me up wanting my cock and you also wants daddy to help you? if you want you’ll have to earn all by yourself. so no more whining and get back to hump or you can go back to sleep.” to much your dismay that’s what you always get, your daddy enjoys the show till you in the end find enough friction to have a little orgasm. you’re tired and crying but natasha is incredibly turn on and she doesn’t waste a second to have you on her cock, urging you to ride again and again because that’s why you woke her up to. “ride daddy’s cock and use your mouth only for those pretty little sounds of yours or i’ll punish you. next time you don’t wake daddy up.” yes, you will definitely do it again despite having sore legs for the next couples days.

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 12 days

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I died dead 😵

natasha has lots of kinks as you learned over the years, but the breeding one is her favourite.

she loves to pump into your tight hole with the only purpose to fill it up with her hot seed, watching it drooling from your labia, spurting on your sensitive clit. she goes crazy every time, dark green eyes and a tight hold that always leave you bruises on the soft flesh of yours.

natasha grunts and growl rocking her hips even if she’s already came once or more, only to make sure her seed is stuffed inside you. she started training you to have your hole stuffed by stretching it more and more so you can accomodate her hot loads without hearing a single “it’s too much”. well, she doesn’t care, natasha always make it fit in her holes.

she bought pretty plugs for for pussy taking extra care on picking up short ones ‘cause they aren’t to give you pleasure, but to have you full of her.

this is how she trains you. she pistols into you making sure your body is leveraged to not having her cum spilled, her hips are restless as she came from 4 or 5 times bottomed into your perfect and tight warmth. after a few minutes she pulls out growling to you saying to not dare to spill and she plug your pussy.

her callous hand brushes on the cute plug. your pussy sealed but also drenched in her cum that she purposely also made sure to spread outside of your cunt because everything is claimed by her.

in the end, natasha pull up the panties she choose for you, she always choses things for you especially if that’s about your cunt, pinky panties with bunnies and little flakes. she kisses your panties right atop your clit with the promising of another session already planned in the breeding schedule she made herself.

gonna take this for me angel? you’ll feel this one in your tummy baby can you handle it? come on open those legs let’s get it in deep.

god baby you just take my cock so fucking well, so tight, wet, warm just for me right, princess? you’re all mine this pussy belongs to me. i want you to take my cum. take daddy’s cum, show me who owns you, who owns this perfect cunt.

that’s right baby watch daddy fill up your pretty pussy with her cum. don’t look away, no no, look at how well you take it–fuck, this cunt is just made for me. you’re my perfect little slut just made for me to stuff full whenever i want.

there we go angel, daddy’s coming inside of you–ugh. daddy’s about to stuff full, little one, here we go. yes baby–ughm fuck.

oh so pretty you are, little one. look at this perfect pussy with a plug keeping daddy’s cum inside. you’re so pretty, angel, what a good girl you are taking all daddy’s load inside.

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Idk why but tumblr doesn’t let me like or re log your post 😭 idk if it’s just me or sm

Interesting but I appreciate your efforts girly pop ;)

#lana thinking too much

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That was me while writing this 😔

The winner takes it all

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: Scarlett Johansson just hit the peak of her career, she had everything: money power glory. One thing was missing, the Oscar. After she finally won the award she found a special way to celebrate her win with her perfect little girlfriend as a helper.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, dom!scarlett, sub!reader, alcohol use, oral, object insertion, recording of sexual activities, Oscar in places they shouldn't be, degradation

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

𝐀/𝐍: I swear | was drunk while writing this l'm not a weirdo okay 😭

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Third times is the charm, right? That’s what Scarlett thought when she sat in the audience of this year Academy Awards. She was nominated for best actress for her latest movie, last time that had happened her award was stolen from her, but not today, she thought.

She sat in the big theatre room you, her younger co- star turned affair sat next to her, nervously she tapped her fingers over the armrest of the seat. “Scarlett” You called out the older actress had her eyes fixated on the still empty stage. “Scarlett?” You tried again hoping to reach through to her. “Huh? Yes, what’s the matter?” Her fingers still tapping the soft fabric of the armrest. “You’re so nervous” You slip your hand over hers “How couldn’t I be? Have you seen the competition this year? There’s no way I win against Emma Stone”

You chuckled intertwined our hands, it was dangerous you knew that, but luckily no one way paying attention to you. The fact that you shared so much more than just the screen was intoxicating to you, sneaking around the crew to share a few passionate minutes with the older actress. She made you feel the things none of your boyfriends ever could. How she touched you, loved you. But everything had to come to an end, and so did the affair you two had. “You blow them all out of the water” You assured her.

The alcohol did it’s job pretty well in Scarlett’s eyes she had had her faire share of expensive champagne glasses to calm her nerves. And then it got time for the category of best actress. The announcer had the all telling red envelope in hands opening it in exactly that moment. “The Oscar goes too” she slipped out the card “SCARLETT JOHANSSON” The theatre broke out into loud cheers and claps, Scarlett however didn’t even register her name being called she was still in a state of pure shock.

Both you and the director leaned in to give her a quick peak on the cheek and a small “You did it” before she made her way up to the stage to finally accept the thing she never thought she could get.

“You did it” You smiled at her when she made her way into her hotel room. You had sneaked off the after show party to surprise your older girlfriend. Nothing special really just a bit of champagne and lingerie but just seeing you spread out on the sheets made her crazy.

“Now what do we have here” She smirked she was clearly intoxicated and so were you. “Fuck baby girl” She groaned upon seeing your promiscuously clothed body. Later that night she had changed from the big dress to an expensive pantsuit. She slipped of her blazer placing it on to one of the hotel room’s chairs.

“You’re playing with the fire little girl” She chuckled her eyes never leaving your body. She sat her pretentious golden man on the bed side table. “I know what I’m doing” You breathed out. Your eyes meet and she down to kiss you.

Her hands slid over your exposed skin going onto your back. With skilled fingers she unclasped your bra slipping it off your shoulders only to throw it behind her. “Fuck you little slut, I’ve barely done anything and you’re nipples are already hard” Her degrading words forced a moan from your throat.

Her thumbs rolled over your hard nipples, she enjoyed seeing you squirm for her, under her. She chuckled before kissing down your stomach licking over the soft skin of your tummy.

She pressed her nose against your pubic bone taking in a deep breath. She tugged your panties from your legs tugging them into her pant pockets. She kissed your clit kitten licking the bundle of nerves. She paid extra attention to the spot because she knew how needy it made you.

She gave your cunt a few more bold licks bumping the crock of her nose against your over sensitive clit. She pushed her tongue inside your tight heat enjoying not only the taste but also the feeling of your muscles clenching around her.

“Fuck Scarlett” You moaned out your hands gripping tightly into the pillow behind your head. She kept on working you towards the edge of ecstasy until she pulled away letting you huff in annoyance all you wanted she just chuckled.

“Aw” she mocked you “Was my little girl just about to cum?” You shook your head still whining. Her eyes darted to the trophy next to you and a mischief grin was planned on her lips. You knew exactly what she was thinking about.

“Scarlett no” you said with urgency “What? I’m not doing anything” She reached out for the golden man upon closer inspection it had the right shape, you had taken bigger after all. “Well” She started her hands stroking over the stature “don’t you want to make me happy”

“I do but” Scarlett stopped me “No buts baby now spread your legs” You applied to her wishes spreading your legs for the older woman. She hummed in approval her fingers stroking through your slit collecting your wetness on her fingers.

She covers her trophy in your juices on her lips there was still this shit eating grin. She was more excited than a little kid on Christmas.

She held the cold metal against your entrance pushing the head of the stature past your hole, watching in an awe how your pussy ate the metal man.

“Fuck” She groaned as she heard the mewl sounds growing in volume the more the man disappeared. “That’s so hot” She shifted to her knees to reach out for her phone taking it from the nightstand

“I need this for my personal collection” She mumbled pointing the camera to where the Oscar was connected to your body. You both had agreed to her being allowed to videotape you, if she didn’t release it. You both knew that a leak of this video would make it onto every cover of every tabloid magazine. Did you care? Absolutely not. Scarlett even less

The feeling of the cold metal against your walls was intoxicating, you mewled and whimpered. She moved the stature in and out of your tight heat bringing you close to your release. With her skilled fingertips she played with you overstimulated clit loving how your body squirmed under her.

The camera was still on your glistering cunt the camera panting to your face twisted in pleasure. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” She smirked again throwing her phone away to pay more attention to your desperate body. “I know baby” She kissed your nipples with a few more thrust she made you see stars. She let you ride out your high before pulling out the award again watching in an awe how the cum dripped the golden man. “Scarlett” you breathed out still catching your breath “What the fuck”.

Taglist:

@badbitchrebequinha @notaloserjustasnoozer @misscaptainchaos @tashakink @strawberrynatsstuff

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 13 days

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Posted it girly pop

Who wants some Scarlett x Fem!reader smut?

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The winner takes it all

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, dom!scarlett, sub!reader, alcohol use, oral, object insertion, recording of sexual activities, Oscar in places they shouldn't be, degradation

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

𝐀/𝐍: I swear | was drunk while writing this l'm not a weirdo okay 😭

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Her thumbs rolled over your hard nipples, she enjoyed seeing you squirm for her, under her. She chuckled before kissing down your stomach licking over the soft skin of your tummy.

She covers her trophy in your juices on her lips there was still this shit eating grin. She was more excited than a little kid on Christmas.

She held the cold metal against your entrance pushing the head of the stature past your hole, watching in an awe how your pussy ate the metal man.

Taglist:

@badbitchrebequinha @notaloserjustasnoozer @misscaptainchaos @tashakink @strawberrynatsstuff

#natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #black widow x female reader #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #scarlett johansson x fem!reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson fanfic #scarlett Johansson smut

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 14 days

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Who wants some Scarlett x Fem!reader smut?

#lana thinking too much #scarlett johansson x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 16 days

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Head empty: Natasha is absolutely packing in her boxers, her hard shaft bulging against the cotton of her underwear already wet with her delicious pre cum. When you walk into your shared bedroom, you know what to do. Straddling her bugle you slowly drag your hips back and forward, the stimulation against your clit already being enough to bring you to the edge. Poor sleeping Natasha only releases huffs and whimpers as she doesn’t know what’s happening to her.

In the morning she wakes up all embarrassed in her sticky boxers, thinking it was all a wet dreams fault

#lana thinking too much #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff smut

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 17 days

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It’s becoming summertime... summertime is dads!best!friend!Nat time

#i need your thoughts #lana thinking too much

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 20 days

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐥 | 𝐖.𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, age gap, stepcest, corruption,

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Step!Mommy!Wanda who immediately falls in love with you the moment your mother introduced her to her daughter. She’s surprised by how innocent you are for a 19 year old.

She knows that she doesn’t have a lot of time to corrupt you after all in a few months you are off to college and she can’t have her little girl be used by frat boys.

When your mother was away for a few nights on some business trip Wanda knew it was just her time. She’d invite you to watch a movie, little did you know that she chose an adult movie to watch with you.

You clench your thighs rubbing them together uncomfortably, making Wanda smirk at your desperate attempts to soothe the icky feeling between your thighs.

“Aw” Wanda cooed itching closer to placing one hand on your thigh just above the hem of your skirt. “Does the movie confuse you little one? Does it make you feel all sticky down there”

Shamefully you nod resulting in a low chuckle from the older woman. “Do you want mommy to make it better?” You nod and Wanda can’t believe her luck

You can imagine what happens next…

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x you #wanda smut #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff imagine #wlw nsft #marvel smut

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 21 days

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This one is too real 😔🤚

Rip Sigmund Freud you would’ve loved Wanda/Natasha fans

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 23 days

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Nat and liho are just so cute together

𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙡 | n.romanoff

pairing; natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary; after having a restless night, you decide to head to natasha's room to relax and watch a film with her.

characters; friday and liho.

warnings; pure fluff, cheesy (near the end), (sort of) established relationship, nat's a bit of a james bond nerd (sorry not sorry), i waffled on (may re-edit it later), r is ticklish.

my notes; i love the fact she memorises the dialogue to the james bond films (she's so real for that). credit to the owner of the prompt, (i got it from a generator). also it's my birthday!!

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3:36 am.

Deep silver pools of moonlight gently cascaded through the thick curtains, blocking out the silver star-ridden sky gleaming down on the deserted streets.

The night was still. Not a single soul was awake for miles on end; it felt as if the world slept to the everlasting stretch of silence coating the streets of New York like a pearly blanket of snow.

The Avengers Tower carried such a serene atmosphere that if someone were to drop a single pin, those living in the tower would hear the minute-clattering noise it made upon impact.

Those are often the best kinds of nights.

Tonight, unfortunately, was not one of those peaceful nights. Not for you and not for several other earth-saving heroes (it’s hardly surprising given that some of them have insomnia).

Tonight was one of those rare nights that dragged on continuously; the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes into hours. The longer time ticked on, the more you gradually grew restless.

The only noise that floods your bedroom is the rustling sound of the bed sheets as you toss and turn for the umpteenth time in the hour alone. Right left, left right. No spot was comfortable enough to fall asleep.

Whatever direction you find yourself in, it feels like you are lying on a large slab of rock rather than the usual soft cloud. There weren’t many thoughts occupying your mind at this hour, but for some reason, your mind was completely wired, which prevented you from sleeping.

With a quiet and exasperated scoff, you push yourself up into a sitting position, causing the blankets you were wrapped in to drop from around your body. You shiver at the sudden coldness of the night’s air seeping into your body.

Someone turned the thermostat on the floor down again. She has a habit of doing that.

Everything goes dead silent. There is no sound of rustling bedsheets, no distant police or ambulance sirens, just pure silence.

Your eyes wearily glance around your bedroom so you can soak in the pale moonlight, tinting your belongings with a gentle glow. Your hands gently rub against your bleary eyes before they rise to smooth out your messy strands of hair.

“Friday?” You call out to the AI, expecting an immediate response. You let out a soft yawn.

“Yes, Miss L/n?” Her familiar and cheerful Irish voice answers your call immediately. Just as expected.

“What time is it?”

“Currently, it’s 3:36 am, Miss. You’ve been tossing and turning for over an hour; is there anything I can do to help?”

“Uh, no, thank you, Friday.” You quietly reply, just as another yawn falls from your lips. You peel back the duvet. “Is anyone else awake?”

“Miss Romanoff and Mr Stark are currently the only ones awake.” She informs before going silent until her name is addressed again. You murmur a soft ‘thank you’.

It wasn’t surprising that those two were the only ones awake in the tower—besides you. Natasha has always been a night owl; Tony is one of those who have insomnia. They’re usually up taking in the silence while doing their things.

You need to kill time fast.

You could open your laptop and start scrolling through Netflix to watch a film or series, to take your mind off things until you fall asleep; even the thought of scrolling through seems tedious.

Too tedious for this hour, you think to yourself.

Another option includes sneaking down to the training facility to get a few extra hours of training under your belt; the thought of being sore and sweaty had your face scrunching in disgust. Most certainly not.

Maybe you’ll go and keep Natasha company for a little while.

You swing your legs out of the duvet and off the bed so your feet can touch the cold floorboard under your bed. A slow shiver rolls down your spine as you rise to your feet with an exhausted sigh.

You slowly wander away from your bed and across your bedroom, so you can quietly swing open the door and make your way out. You sluggishly walk down and across the hall, where Natasha’s room is.

From outside her room, you could just about make out the sounds of her TV playing at a low volume, which is presumably done not to wake you. Even late at night, she’s still thoughtful.

You silently thank Tony for putting you and Natasha on the same floor and that she was in her room tonight, not wandering around or in the training facility to relieve her tension (which she has a habit of doing).

You notice the fact—as you get closer and closer—that her door was open just enough to let the soft, warm glow from her bedside light trickle out from the crack. It paints a section of the floor beneath your feet amber.

“Nat?” You whisper as you poke your head through the crack between the door and the white-painted door frame. “Is it okay if I come in?”

You push the door open a little wider to catch the perfect glimpse of her. She looks peaceful and content with the silence while she watches another James Bond film.

She was sprawled across her bed—with her red hair splayed across her pillow—as she silently mouthed along to the dialogue of the 007 film. If you’re not mistaken, she’s watching ‘From Russia With Love’.

It’s like she’s seen the film franchise way too many times to count; she probably has seen them all so many times. You wouldn’t blame her if she did.

The second her emerald gaze finds your weary one, her lips curl into a warm and inviting smile. She pauses for a minute or two before scooting over—to make enough room for you—while pulling back the duvet and patting the bed.

An invitation to join her in watching her film, or knowing her, a marathon. An invitation that you gladly accept.

“What are you doing up this late, detka?” She coos as you remain by the door frame for a few minutes longer. “It’s unlike you to be up this late; is something on your mind?”

You shake your head as you wearily make your way over to the bed. You intended to climb in to watch the remaining half of the film with her like you’ve done many times before.

Standing by the doorway for so long meant that you didn’t initially notice the ball of black fur curled up on her other pillow (plus it was dark), so you were pleasantly surprised to see the other guest as you reached her bed.

Liho.

Natasha swears that Liho isn’t her cat, and she’s nothing more than a stray who loves following her around; you know otherwise.

“Hey, Liho, do you mind giving up the pillow?” You whisper to the cat before leaning over to scratch behind her ear, making her purr quietly. You turn to Natasha with an amused look.

“Don’t,” she says sternly while focusing on the screen.

“I thought she wasn’t allowed on your bed.”

“She’s not,” she replies as she glances over at the black cat, who looks happy where she is. “Someone keeps letting her in. I bet it’s Bucky; y’know how he is with Alpine.”

You chuckle to yourself before scooping the cat up and practically sinking into the softness of her mattress and duvet. You let out a peaceful sigh as you could feel your muscles relaxing, and Liho nuzzled her head against you.

“She’s not that bad, y’know. She’s sweet.”

“Mhm, you didn’t answer my question from earlier. Is something on your mind?”

“No,” you mumble as she shuffles so she is close enough to encase her arms around your torso. “I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t mean to interrupt your film. Is this your first James Bond film of the night?”

The back of your thighs was touching hers, and your back was pressed firmly into her chest. Her grip around your waist was gentle, while her fingertips brushed over your hip in a soothing circular motion.

“No,” she quietly replies. “Second.”

Natasha’s soothing motion against your hip had you mirroring the motion onto Liho’s head (behind her ears). Liho’s purrs grew louder, which made you smile softly.

At this point, it was almost second nature for her to pull you as close to her as possible while her hands rested somewhere on your body (usually on your back or hip). It’s like an instinct for her.

“Chronological order, Nat?”

“Mhm,” she hums while lifting her fingers from your hip to absentmindedly run them lightly up and down your forearm. They feel cold against your warm skin. “I just finished watching Dr. No.”

“Is that the one with Sean Connery or Roger Moore?” You ask, already knowing the answer yourself.

Honestly, you just wanted to hear her enthusiastically talk about it. Her quiet excitement about certain things has you falling even deeper in love with her, which seems impossible to do.

At the same time, you want to tease her so badly. Tease her for being so sweet and slightly nerdy.

It’s not the smartest idea to tease an assassin about how sweet and nerdy she is when she talks about certain things. No, you wouldn’t wake up the next day, so it’s best to keep the thought to yourself.

“Sean Connery, detka,” she replied to your question with a soft chuckle. “Moonraker is one of Roger Moore’s films, which is a good film too.”

You let out a quiet ‘ah’ sound before shuffling in closer to her—if possible—to bask in the warmth she was still radiating. It’s relaxing, even soothing.

“Have I-”

“Yeah, you’ve watched Moonraker with me.”

Hm. You didn’t need to get the words out for her to know what you were about to say.

“I never did ask why you were up so late, Nat,” you whisper as you weaken your grip on Liho, who is asleep. “But I’m going to assume that the mission you just came back from is messing with you.”

She lets out a small sigh. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Missions aren’t always easy; sometimes they can go pear-shaped to the point where they're compromised. You’ve been on many missions that have gone off the tracks, but every single time you’ve dealt with them head-on.

“Put it out of your mind,” you whisper as you tilt your head upward to catch her softened and tired gaze. “That was one day; tomorrow is another.”

“Alright, Miss Wisdom, that’s enough for one night,” she lightly teases as she looks down at you for a fleeting minute before looking back at the screen.

You weren’t following along with the story in the slightest. You don’t have much interest in watching James Bond at this hour; you are too busy enjoying her warmth as she gently holds onto you as if you were delicate.

You remain silent in her arms while she occasionally nuzzles her nose into your hair for that extra stretch of comfort and reassurance that she’s not alone. She’ll never be alone.

“He wouldn’t be able to do that,” she grumbles, clearly unamused. Ah, there’s the habit that you love and hate. “He’d kill himself right away.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing, detka,” she murmurs before quickly kissing your hair while inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “I’m just talking to myself.”

Anyone who knows her well enough should know that Natasha tends to correct any inaccuracies in spy films. Half of the time, she doesn’t even realise she’s doing it, so it’s almost like it's an instinct for her to correct the character’s mistakes.

While it’s very endearing to see her so invested in something, it can get annoying. Yelena has the same habit as Natasha, making it harder to watch spy films with either of them.

“You know, you and Yelena have the same habit,” you whisper as you drag your hand down the cat’s back before she climbs out of your arms.

“Oh yeah?” Natasha replies as she watches the screen before looking down at you. She’s smiling lovingly. “And what habit would that be, detka?”

“You both love pointing out and correcting any inaccuracies in spy films.”

“I do not do that,” Natasha denies, even though there is a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Oh, you don’t? Because, if I recall correctly, you just said ‘he wouldn’t be able to do that’. It sounds like pointing out to me, Nat.” You tease before squealing as she gently digs her fingers into your hips.

In one swift move, she is hovering over you with one hand by your head to hold herself up while her other is wiggling at your side. If there’s one sound Natasha loves more than your voice, it's the sound of your pure, unbridled laughter.

“Nat! Stop!” You squeal out as your hands reach up to her forearms to try and get her to stop attacking your sides. She doesn’t stop; she smiles at you with a loving gaze.

“I’ll only stop if you admit that I don’t have a habit of doing that,” she says in a slightly proud tone. “Yelena might, but I certainly don’t.”

“Okay, okay,” you say before holding your hands up like a truce. “You don’t do that.”

She grins triumphantly before lifting her hand and placing it on the other side of your head so she can get a better view of you and how red you’ve gone from laughing.

“Neither of you can go a single film without pointing a mistake out for the rest to see,” you say quickly, causing her to roll her eyes and pepper kisses all over your cheeks.

“Ugh, fine,” she grits out in between each kiss she lays on your cheeks. “Maybe I do. Okay, I correct and point out mistakes in spy films; it’s not my fault they are often inaccurate.”

“Alright, we’ll agree to disagree. C’mere.”

Natasha doesn’t waste any time when it comes to sinking back into her mattress behind you. She snakes her arms around your waist before pulling you flush against her chest, like before she started tickling you.

The last thing that Natasha is focused on is what Sean Connery’s Bond is doing or saying on the TV screen. No, she’s focused on how your nose scrunches as you yawn softly or on your weary smile.

It is pretty late, so she wouldn’t blame you if you fell asleep in her arms. She wants you to, selfishly, because she loves it.

“Sleep, detka,” she coos softly in your ear before pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere; you’re safe with me.”

“I always am,” you whisper before sighing contently after yawning for the second time in a minute. “I just want to stay up and talk with you. Or at least finish watching your film with you.”

“We can talk more in the morning; just close your eyes.”

Her thumb softly dragged your knuckles back and forth due to your hands being laced together, while her other hand softly drew circles into your exposed arm. So soothing.

Put both of those together, and you’re on the verge of sleep.

It wasn’t long before you were quietly snoring while nestled in her protective embrace. Natasha stayed awake a little longer to soak up your gentle sounds mixed with Liho’s content purrs.

The mischievous cat was back laying on her pillow, despite not being allowed anywhere on her bed.

Nothing mattered as the world stood still as she gazed lovingly at her girls.

You and Liho are her girls (even if she’d never admit the cat was hers; everyone knows Liho is her cat). She likes how it rolls off the tongue.

“I love you,” she whispers as she presses a feather-light kiss to your cheeks as you sleep. Her eyes drifted closed. “More than you’ll ever know.”

#fic rec

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