CONSTELLATIONS - Natasha Romanoff X F!reader

IVE GOT PLANS FOR YOU

summary — natasha has plans for you, and they involve a window, fake blood, and a earth-shattering orgasm before a valentine’s day party

warning(s) — established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, fingering, hair pulling, mentioning of spanking, strap-on use, strap-on receiving (r), clit stimulation, window sex, one instance of name calling, praise kink, brief/semi orgasm control, begging, dirty talk, mention of possessiveness, hickies, biting, natasha in a suit, costume party so obviously she’s ghostface, 18+ minors dni

The lights were low as you paced the lavish ballroom, sleek kitten heels that contributed to your rather scandalous outfit thumping against the tile flooring that was sticky from spilled mixers and cheap beer despite the party not even beginning yet. The guests that you and Natasha had invited weeks ago were set to be arriving within the next hour – a few of Natasha’s friends and their respective plus ones; all people whom you’d met on prior occasions and more-or-less liked – however a twinge of uncertainty gripped you viciously as the evening drew later and the haunting uncertainty of drunken mingling hung above your head tauntingly. Things were still new with Natasha; fragile. Even if you’d been friends for nearly a decade, even if you’d been welcomed into her group of chosen family years ago when she’d found out you spend the winter holidays alone and had insisted that you join her and Maria on an undisclosed farm in Iowa, this was the first time she’d be introducing you as her girlfriend, and the thought of her friends, namely Laura and Maria, not agreeing with her decision to lean into the love she held for you, rattled your typically reserved exterior fiercely. It had been a long drawn out love affair, but the end of your passionate avoidance had been sweet and more than earned if you were allowed to offer your biased opinion. You’d break into a million pieces if the friends that she cherished didn’t agree with your romantic endeavors. Natasha wouldn’t care if they spoke out of turn and criticized her decision to finally give genuine romantic love a chance, but you would. You’d promised yourself a long time ago that you wouldn’t come between her and the happiness she more than deserved, but if her friends didn’t think that you met her standards, or if they simply didn’t approve of her dating somebody that undoubtedly would drown before they learned to match the pace of the current that life as a superhero created, you’d walk away without any hesitation. Natasha Romanoff has endured enough pain and injustice in her life, you wouldn’t further contribute to the harrowing pain that kept her up in the middle of the night, even if that meant sacrificing the one thing you’d ever been fully sure that you wanted.

“If you think any harder, you’re going to pop a vessel in that pretty little brain I love so much.” In the years that you’d known each other, Natasha had learned not to sneak up on you, but even as she assured that the heavy soles of her leather loafers made soft thudding noises as they padded against the tile flooring in the ballroom that was attentively decorated in sleek purple and orange decorations, you’d been entirely unaware of how she’d slipped in through the main entrance and set her eyes on you fondly. You’d nearly jumped out of your skin when her velvety voice interrupted the spiraling thoughts that had consumed you for the better half of an hour now, but as you settled with the realization that it was only your girlfriend coming up behind you, the comfort of her gravelly voice washed away some of the uncertainty that brought a clammy sheen to your palms. “Stop worrying so much about what they’re going to say, they already love you and you know that.” Natasha didn’t have to ask what had you so far gone in your head that you hadn’t even heard her come inside, she’d known from the first glimpse of your rigid frame across the room. Even if your romantic relationship was new, your platonic relationship had withstood fallen government agencies, aliens on Earth, and near death encounters that had both of you grasping for straws trying to keep any sliver of normalcy intact however you could. It had been Thanos that finally brought the two of you together, even if twinges of romantic possibility had existed for years before she impulsively swan-dove off a cliff on an alien planet with only the hope that Clint would find a way to get her back to you. She knows everything about you, but more than that, you know everything about her. You know that when she smiles with her teeth, it’s because she’s uncomfortable, as odd as that had initially been to wrap your head around. You know that when she seeks you out in the middle of the night in an oversized hoodie, she’d been woken up by paralyzing fear. You know that she likes cinnamon in her hot chocolate, and that when she looks at you the way she is now, with her chin tilted downward and her eyes set firmly on yours, she’s trying her hardest not to stare down at your chest where your nipples pebble beneath thin material.

“They love me as your friend, they could hate me as your girlfriend. I mean, I know nothing about how to survive in your world, Natasha. I’m a liability. What if another alien – like Loki! – comes to Earth and you have to get out, but you’re held back because I don’t know what’s important to bring to a safe-house. I mean, really, just caring about me at all could be the reason you don’t make it if something-” The second you’d started vocalizing the worries that plagued you, it had been practically impossible to cut yourself off, your eyes become glassy with that far away gleam Natasha hated. That had always been where you differed. Where Natasha was calculated, you were spontaneous. Where she had a plan for everything, even the miniscule things like grocery shopping in a crowded stripmall, you flew by the seat of your pants. You’d never needed to have a plan before you allowed her world to become intertwined with yours, but Natasha’s entire life had revolved around having multiple at a time. She’d come to know how to silence your anxieties in the years that had led up to this current moment, and without a moment of hesitation, her lips crashed into yours, and she allowed her blood splattered palms to frame your face as her teeth sank into your lower lip, nibbling on the pink-hued skin in a way that had your eyes fluttering closed and your fingers digging into the lapels of her blazer yearning for more. She’d wanted to be Ghostface for the Valentines Day costume party Pepper scammed her into hosting, but Natasha was nothing if not elaborate, and somehow, she’d constructed the costume from an old suit that had been abandoned in the back of her closet for years, the plastic mask that laid around somewhere displaced for the time being the only authentic element of her attire. You didn’t care for how she most definitely clashed with the existing image of the movie’s villain, thinking the fitted suit and the cuffed sleeves fit her exterior perfectly.

When she pulled away, only because you’d stopped breathing to instead attempt to match the weight conveyed in her kiss, her eyebrows furrowed in contemplation as she cradled your face sweetly. You frowned curiously, head tilting to the side as you tried to figure out where her thoughts had drifted to in such a short span of time. “What’s my name?” The words fell off her lips just as heavily as your anxious rambling had slipped into the air between the both of you, only Natasha’s eyes hadn’t glazed over like she was trapped in a memory and couldn’t decipher where she was. The enchanting green color that you’d spent so many nights gazing into were dark now, twisted with something wicked that was yet to be discovered by you. It never failed to amaze you how even after years of truly knowing each other, you could still be thrown off by her simplest of expressions.

You pulled away from her lips regretfully, your palm on her cheek framing the expression clouding her sparkling features. Shades of red and pink were thrown around the room, but nothing looked as sweet as her red hair falling over her shoulder in waves, catching rays of light that refracted off of skyscrapers in the distance. “Natasha.” You breathed dreamily, dazed by her gentle love that gripped you tight.

“No, what’s my name when it’s just us?” Natasha backed you up against the window forcefully, the air slipping from your lungs as your shoulder blades thumped against frigid glass before your spine met the same fate, her hands on your hips now keeping you still. A low moan slipped off of your lips, eyes that were once ablaze with anxiety now sparkling with lust as you understood what she was getting at.

When you didn’t answer, too drunk on the passion behind her glimmering jewel eyes, a hand left your hip to cradle your face, but in seconds that grip became steeled on your jaw and your eyes watered as you trembled beneath her touch. “Daddy.” The plea fell off of your tongue pathetically, your head lulling to the side when she loosened her grip.

“You gonna be a good girl for me? Let Daddy play with you before her friends get here?” She traced the side of your face, drawing her nail down your warm skin until goosebumps collected on your arms. You preened beneath her attention, trying to follow the path of her fingers but in a second that delicate brush against your cheek turned into a tight grip on your hair, spinning you around like a ragdoll until your chest was flush against the windows, your shaky breath fogging the glass as you gazed down beneath you. A gasp fell off of your lips when cold hands that were splattered in fake blood because Natasha Romanoff could never do anything casually despite trying to portray indifference at all times snuck up your thighs, creeping beneath the hem of your dress until they found damp fabric to taunt. “Gonna let me clear that pretty head? Make it all fuzzy and sweet the way I like? Oh, I’ve got plans for you, baby girl.” You could’ve rolled your eyes at the cocky reiteration of ghostface’s line, but you were otherwise focused on something else.

“Nat–” You breathed, a sweet groan falling off of your lips when she pulled at your hair again, the rest of her name falling off your tongue as you tried to dig your nails into slick glass.

“That’s not my name, Princess.” She teased, grinding her hips into yours. Your surprised gasp fogged the window up more, your view of the street below obstructed now. But you weren’t. Your body wasn’t. Natasha wasn’t. If anyone looked up, glanced toward the windows for even a second, they’d see your intoxicating frame flush against the glass. They’d see your knuckles bent, practically white, desperate for a grip on something. They’d notice the fog on the windows, but also the way your chin was lifted away from the surface, held taught by pale hands. They’d see the way your dress rises every time Natasha grounds her hips into your core. They’d see her pulling this reaction from your willing body. “Do you feel that, baby? Can you feel Daddy’s cock?”

“Mhm.” You hummed desperately, your eyes pinched shut tightly as your body became putty beneath her touch. Your knees threatened to buckle beneath the pleasure of Natasha’s touch when she pulled your sodden panties to the side, hiking your dress up beyond your hips until nothing kept your core from her touch or the eyes of strangers below you. A strangled cry slipped off of your lips when her fingers, two of them, plunged into your sopping core. Your walls strained to accept the squeeze, fluttering around her second knuckle as she worked them deeper into you. “P-Please. Just fuck me, Nat.”

“When are you going to learn, sweetheart? It’s Daddy to you.” A hand slapped against the globe of your ass before her fingers slipped out from your tempting heat. She smeared the stringy evidence of your arousal against the insides of your thighs, her nails leaving trails of red as she marks her claim on your body. If her friends look closely tonight, then they’ll all see the evidence of her on your body. It’s what she wants though. You’ve known it since the moment she tangled her fingers into your hair.

You don’t know when she unzipped her pants, but between the second clap to your ass and her teeth sinking into the side of your neck, the strap that was once hidden beneath the confines of her slacks pressed firmly to your weeping entrance. A tilt of her hips had you weak against the window, a loud whine tearing through your chest as she set a brutal pace without warning. “Daddy!” You called out to her, a pleasure-filled twinge to your breathy plea as one hand reached back to slap against her ribs, reaching for a hand to hold as every nerve in your body sparked to life.

Her hips slapped against yours every time she thrusted into you, the grooves along the strap creating friction against that sweet spot inside of you. You gasped when her fingers joined the mix between your legs, playing with your clit like she knew your every tell and she did. The relationship might be new, but the sex wasn’t, and she knew your every tell and twitch without even thinking about them anymore. “Oh, you’re getting close for me pretty girl? Squeezing me so tight.”

“Please! Please, Daddy!” You begged mindlessly, not a single thought in your head besides how good it felt to have her slamming into you without restraint. When she hit a particular spot, you saw stars, and your head lulled back onto her shoulder. Her hand came up to frame your throat, pulling you flush against her chest as she demanded you hold it. “I can’t! Daddy, I can’t.”

“You’re going to.” She seethed, snapping her hips up into you harder. Her pace was punishing, and the hand between your legs didn’t quit despite her warning. Right as you considered giving into the pleasure and breaking her rules, her thumb hooked onto your jaw, pulling your lips to meet hers in a needy embrace. “Cum for me, baby. Make a mess on my cock. Such a fucking slut. Getting fucked in front of a window, right before all of our friends come over. God, I love you.”

You moaned into her mouth as you came undone around her strap, bucking into her chest before you collapsed entirely, but Natasha wasn’t done with you yet. Her pace only quickened, her arms the only thing holding you upright as she chased her own high. It felt euphoric, every snap of her hips, every point of sharp pressure along your hips as her nails dug into you. To be used by her was to be loved so fully you didn’t even know how to process the sensation.

“Good girl. Good girl.” She choked out between raged moans, her grip on you softening as she finally wavered. She leaned up against your body, trapping you against the window as she laughed breathlessly, kissing you sweetly as she calmed down. “I love you.”

“I kinda figured as much when you asked me to be your valentine.” You teased, cheeks flush and eyes glassy as you gazed up at her dreamily. “I love you.”

it's a NEEED

LEMME RIDE THAT NOSE VI PLEASEEEEE

I feel weird because there’s so much happening in the MCU rn and the avengers aren’t there anymore. Like what do you mean there’s no more Steve Rogers ? Where’s Natasha ? What’s gonna happen to Clint ? and Bruce ? And Thor who’s gonna be so alone ?

I can’t believe Reed Richards is never gonna meet Tony Stark because he’s dead.

They’re dead and nothing happened.

Like we had two avengers movies before civil war, before they just broke up and everything started falling apart.

Two movies, it’s nothing.

We saw them as friends, as a family, as a team for one movie. A single movie.

It’s not enough. It was nothing. So much potential and they’re just gone.

Don’t get me wrong, I love marvel movies, still do. I love our Captain America, I love Yelena and I think she’s going to be an amazing black widow and ofc I love Riri Williams and I loved her for years but I miss my avengers, I miss how different and fun and sad they were. I miss my team and I wish we had more of them.

I’ll stick to fanfiction and reread comics ofc but it’ll never be the same.

I wish they did more. I wish they were the found family we needed and I’m forever disappointed that they weren’t.

It ended too fast.

I’m watching the Thunderbolts trailer and the tower is empty. There’s no one there anymore as if they were never there before.

It breaks my heart it truly does.

I miss them, they deserved to be a family more than anything ❤️

Picnic (18+)

pairings: natasha x reader

word count: 900

cw: fingering, slight hair pulling, semi-public sex (?), making out, lmk if there is anymore.

minors dni please

The soft breeze flowed freely through the little summer dress you had on, white, floral, and frilly around the edges. Your hair flew whimsically behind your back. You sat facing the open fields, the sun mixing in with the sky and the few clouds, making the world look at peace, while you nibbled on a few pieces of fruit and sandwiches your girlfriend had picked for the two of you, enjoying your afternoon sitting under a tree. You heard her close her book and shuffle towards you. Smiling, you looked down at your fingers, playing with the fings on your fingers. Natasha’s hands, once occupied with the book she was reading, now made their way to your hips. You felt her tug you against her, your back coming into contact with her chest, you softly giggling at her neediness. The woman couldn’t leave you alone.

You were now situated between her legs, her arms worming their way around your torso, pulling you impossibly closer to her. You felt her nose trailing down your neck, then felt her lips press against your skin. Your hands wrapped around hers, holding her close to you. Tilting your head to the side slightly, you gave her more room to press her oh so soft kisses into you. 

“So beautiful, baby”, she muttered against your ear, littering the area with her lips. Your hands tightened around her arms, her hand worked free from your hold, and her fingers met the underside of your chin, turning your face towards hers. “So beautiful”, she whispered, your faces so close you could see the red tint of her lips of the berries she had eaten. 

You were the first to lose your composure and pressed your lips to hers, slightly turning your body to kiss her properly. Natasha’s hands slid from your front to wander down your sides to settle on your hips. Her touch left a trail of scorches reaching further than where she stopped to sink into your lower belly and rekindle a soft flame within you. 

Her tongue licked into your mouth, holding the side of your face so gently she feared you might crumble away with the faintest amount of pressure. Your hands wove into her hair, holding her close to you. Your fingers worked through the delicate strands of her hair as you faintly whined against her. 

You felt her smirk slightly against you, feeling her hand move to the inside of your thigh. Your hips jutted at the contact, and you heard her airy chuckle from behind you. “Sensitive are we, my love?” she muttered into your ear. “Please..” you whispered, feeling her fingers slide over your clothed cunt. 

“But what if someone sees us?” you knew she smiled against you, teasing you, leaning down to kiss your neck. “Don’t care, need you.” she moved your panties to the side and felt how much you needed her. “Oh baby, so wet for me”, she groaned, circling your clit, taking pride in watching you writhe against her. 

Her deft fingers trailed down the skin of your pussy, gathering your wetness before firmly pressing against your entrance, slowly pushing them into you. “Oh god, Nat!” you breathe, holding the back of her neck, watching her fingers work into you. Natasha continued to press soft kisses against your neck as you whined and moaned against her. 

Her fingers worked into you at an increasing speed, ever so slightly curling them to brush against the sensitive spot she knows all too well. Your head was thrown back, and you pulled her to your mouth, the kiss hot and needy, your tongue slipping across her lips, pressing into your mouth, prompting her to suckle your tongue. 

She brought her thumb to rub slow, agonising circles against your clit, completely contradicting the speed of her fingers, setting your nerves ablaze and your thighs to tremble. Your breathing turned heavy as Nat pulled away and littered your face with soft kisses. 

“So close, Nat, please”, you whimpered, bucking your hips to meet her hands, to which her arm encircled your waist, keeping you flush against her. “You going to cum baby? Huh? Make a mess on my fingers? Fucking do it.” she grunted, turning her head back into your neck, sucking on the weak spot in your neck, thumbing your clit at an increased speed. 

“Fuck! Yes”, you cried out, gripping her hair at the back of her neck, your body liquifying as a hot flush took over you. Your body turns molten, and your nerves shriveling up as Natasha bullies that spot inside you, making you reach the greatest heights. You felt yourself release, your body buzzing with adrenaline, shaking as she continued to work you through the throes of pleasure coursing through you. 

“So beautiful,” she muttered, her hand combing through your hair, lulling you back to her. You slowly turned into her side, breathing her in, the faint smell of tangerine and cut grass invading your senses. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly as she laid a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Nat?” you whispered to her throughout the silent field. “Yeah?” she muttered against your head. “Let’s go home”, you mumble to her. “Of course, baby, let’s go home,” she says to you. You quickly put the food into the bag you brought and folded up the blanket before retreating to the car to head home. 

First post, eek. Please let me know how i did.

APPRECIATION POST FOR ALL OF NAT’S DIFFERENT HAIR STYLES CAUSE GOD DAMN

(Her curly hair moments will always be my favs)

Enamored

Pairing(s): Knight!Natasha Romanoff x Princess!Reader

Summary: Your not so perfect attempts at having your first time with Natasha.

Warnings: Spicy and suggestive themes (not fully smut i’m so so sorry i just sucked at writing it)

Authors Note: This is another mini-oneshot to my fic “Soulmates”. I’d recommend reading that one before this for context to be able to grasp the storyline!

Authors Note Pt. 2: This took me entirely too long to write I know but I hope ya’ll like it 😭

Other mini-oneshots: Forever | Promise | Perfect

(Takes place after Natasha returns from her commission in the main story: Soulmates)

You were sat against the headboard of Natasha’s bed, reading the book you’d started earlier in the day when the knight finally emerged from the bathroom.

The top of her lounge shirt was damp from her wet, red hair despite her attempts to dry it with a towel. You shut your book after marking your place and set it on the nightstand, now more interested in your girlfriend.

“Did the shower help at all? Are you still feeling sore?” you asked.

“A little,” she tossed the towel in the laundry basket with a sigh, “I should’ve expected that, though. There was hardly any time to rest during the day and the beds on the ship are nowhere near as comfortable as yours.”

“Oh, Nat,” you cooed as she sat down at the foot of the bed.

Tonight was Natasha’s first night back from her overseas commission. After being gone for three weeks she’d finally returned a few hours ago and you couldn’t be more relieved to have her back with you.

You maneuvered yourself so you could sit behind her. Your hands made their way up her shoulders, quickly finding knots in the muscle so you began to massage them away.

She sighed again and you felt her relax back into your touch, “Is this helping?”

Natasha quickly nodded her head, “A lot. Thank you.” she said, so you continued your ministrations.

“So aside from the sore muscles, how did it go? Do you know if you’ve completed your training?”

“I don’t know yet, but Fury seemed pretty pleased with how everything turned out so I think I did.” the redhead said.

You shifted so you could look over the knights shoulder at her side profile. “That’s amazing, Nat, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, princess.” she reached a hand up to place it over yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, “But I won’t know for sure until tomorrow.”

“Well no matter what happens I’ll be proud of you either way,” you said.

Natasha turned her head to meet your gaze, but her eyes quickly flickered down to your lips instead. She’d gone torturously long without being able to feel them on hers.

The redhead closed the short distance between the two of you for a soft kiss. You paused your movements on her shoulders so a hand could cup the side of her face, your thumb stroking over her cheek.

After a moment you pulled away, but the young knight didn’t let you go very far when her arms snaked around your torso and her forehead rested against yours.

“I missed you so much,” she whispered, her breath fanning over your mouth.

You tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as you looked between each of her green eyes. It wasn’t often that Natasha wore her hair down.

It was always pulled back into some form of a braid for her work, so you appreciated whenever you got to see the red strands fall freely.

“I missed you too.” you softly spoke, “I mean, if you couldn’t already tell with the way I barely gave you time to get off the ship before I jumped on you.” you both laughed.

Slowly, you leaned back in and connected your lips again. This one felt different compared to the kiss you’d just shared. It felt more passionate, as if the weeks spent away from each other were now catching up to you.

Natasha shifted her body to face towards you more, finding it easier as she no longer had to crane her neck. One of her hands left your waist and found purchase on the skin of your thigh left uncovered by your nightgown.

Much to your dissatisfaction she broke away from your lips, but you didn’t have to sulk for long when she began trailing kisses down your neck. You let out a shaky breath and allowed your eyes to shut, but you felt her stop once she reached your bare shoulder.

When you opened your eyes, you found her already looking at you.

“Is this okay?” Natasha asked. “I know we haven’t…you know…before.” she cringed at her awkwardness, “But we don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her in awe. At the way she never failed to look out for you and make sure you were comfortable.

“It’s okay, Nat. I want to.”

The redhead grinned at your consent and continued where she left off.

She slid the strap of your nightgown off your shoulder to make room as she gently nipped and kissed at the skin. The hem of it rode up on your thigh as her hand slowly inched higher and higher.

Your hand tangled into Natasha’s hair as your eyes fell shut again, a blissful sigh escaping you at the feeling of her. You felt her kiss a path back up to your lips, capturing them with her own as she began leaning over you. You took this as your sign to let her push you onto your back.

Just as her unoccupied hand fell to your back to guide you down onto the bed, there was a knock at the door. You’d barely gotten time to react before it swung open.

“Natasha, make sure you remember—” the voice began to speak yet quickly stopped after seeing the scene in front of them.

You jumped away from each other, creating as much space between the two of you as possible but it didn’t matter at that point. Melina stood in the doorway with her jaw dropped to the floor and eyes wide.

“Mom! What are you doing!? You do know it’s common curtesy to knock!?” Natasha rushed out, running a hand through her hair.

“I did knock, honey. Though, I didn’t wait for an answer. I see now that I probably should’ve…” she trailed off, glancing between the both of you.

You felt exposed under her gaze as you fixed the strap of your nightgown on your shoulder and pulled the hem down to cover your legs.

“Well did you need something?”

Melina now focused on her daughter, “I was just coming to remind you of the debriefing with Fury to go over everything tomorrow.”

“Yes, mom, I already know. I spoke with him about it.” Natasha said.

“Okay, I was just checking.” the woman explained as she began to make her way out of the room. “Don’t stay up too late, girls. And Y/n, please remember to cover up. Wouldn’t want anyone seeing those marks now would we?” she smirked before shutting the door.

Your hand instinctively came up to clutch your shoulder only to see that Melina was right.

A moment of silence passed when Natasha flopped backwards onto the bed with a groan.

You laughed at your girlfriend.

“I don’t suppose you still feel like doing this?” she asked.

You just shook your head and gave her a soft smile, “I think we should just stick to cuddling for tonight. I don’t particularly like the fact that your mother basically just watched you almost undress me.”

She chuckled, “Sorry, princess,”

“It’s fine. I liked it.” you admitted.

The redhead opened her arms invitingly with a smirk, “Good to know.”

You happily crawled into her arms and made yourself comfortable on top of her.

~ ~ ~

It’d been a week later when you guys tried again.

Your parents were hosting a ball at the castle as a charity event and despite your disinterest in functions like these, you obviously had no choice but to attend being the Princess.

What made it worse was Natasha telling you she wouldn’t be able to make it as her father had asked for her help with something.

Without her company it was difficult to avoid the elders that would question your future plans for when you become Queen, and the entitled kids of nobles who’d make terrible attempts at flirting although your relationship with the redheaded knight was well-known.

So that’s how you found yourself at the drink table for a much needed break from all the conversing. Though it was quickly cut short when Lady Hill had come to your side.

She came from a noble family whom your parents liked and always appreciated the help they provided whenever it came to the Kingdom. Through your families relations, you’d become friends with their daughter, Maria.

The brunette had always been a bit flirtatious towards you, though, that’s just how she was. Natasha on the other hand wasn’t very fond of that.

“Not enjoying the party, Your Highness?” she asked, reaching for a glass and taking a sip.

After taking a long gulp of your own drink you shrugged your shoulders, “It’s alright. I wish people would just start questioning my parents instead of me, but what can I do.”

“You could dance with me.” Maria smiled, “If people see that you’re occupied then they’ll have no choice but to leave you alone.”

Quickly, you shook your head and gave her an apologetic look, “Oh, that’s okay. I really should be getting back out there, but thank you for wanting to help.”

“Are you sure?” The brunette asked before smirking, “You know I’d make sure to give you a fun time.”

Before you got the chance to respond, hands covered your eyes and you felt a body against your back. You were about to push them away and scold the person until you heard them speak.

“Guess who,”

You would recognize that voice anywhere. Their hands fell from your eyes as you turned around to see your redhead smiling at you.

“Nat!” you grinned and wrapped your arms around her shoulders for a hug the best you could without spilling your drink on her.

“Hey, princess,” she said.

As her arms wrapped around you she made eye contact with the woman still standing there over your shoulder and sent her a glare, though Maria simply brushed it off.

“Lady Hill,” Natasha greeted her with a nod when you pulled away.

She returned the gesture, “Nice to see you again, Natasha. I was just asking the Princess if—”

“I heard you.” the redhead interrupted. “And I thought I heard her say that she was okay, so do you need anything else? I need to borrow her for a moment.”

Maria chuckled and shook her head, “Not at all. She’s all yours.” she smiled politely at the knight and watched as Natasha took your hand to lead you away, “I’ll see you around, Your Highness.”

You bade her goodbye before following your girlfriend. She’d dragged you through the crowd and towards a back exit of the ballroom. It was isolated and hardly anyone was back there.

When Natasha turned to you she was met with your face sporting a big grin. The redhead raised her eyebrows at your expression.

“What?”

“You know, I think this little war you have going on with her is all one sided.” you teased and the knight just rolled her eyes. “Maria is a good person and she respects us both enough to not actually try anything.”

“Well,” Natasha wrapped her arms around you to pull you towards her, “I guess I just wanted to give her an extra hint, and I’m happy to say she got the message.” You giggled and Natasha leaned in to give you a soft kiss.

It was short, but it still awakened the butterflies in your stomach. You pulled away with a sudden confused look and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“What’re you doing here? I thought you had something to do with your father.”

“I did,” she said, “But Yelena agreed to help him instead as long as I brought her food. And I’m glad I did so that I could stop Maria from trying to take what’s mine.”

You raised an eyebrow and a smirk took over your confusion as you leaned closer to her, “Oh, so I’m yours now?”

She closed the distance separating you even more as if it were a challenge, “You’ve always been mine, Princess.” Natasha whispered against your lips before connecting them with hers tenderly.

“Oh really?” you managed to mutter between kisses.

“Mhm.”

“Prove it.”

Your words made the redhead pause. She pulled away just enough to get a good look at your face to determine whether or not she correctly interpreted what you’d said.

The two of you hadn’t taken that step yet. When you tried before the last person who you would want to walk in, had walked in. But when the look in your eyes confirmed her thoughts, she smiled softly.

“Do you think anyone would notice if we left right now?” she asked.

You quickly scanned the room. Your parents were nowhere in sight. The elders who’d been pestering you earlier were immersed in yet another round of gossiping. Everyone seemed to be doing fine in your absence.

“I’d say we have a couple hours until I have to be back to start saying goodbye to all the guests.”

Natasha grinned, “I think we can make that work, yeah?”

“I think you might be right,” you giggled.

Giving her one last quick kiss to her lips, you took her hand into yours and made a B-line towards the stairs.

As you swiftly maneuvered through the crowd you avoided making eye contact with people as to not draw their attention. To anyone watching you in this moment from afar it would look as if you were on a mission they had no business interfering with.

The staircase had come into view and you were almost there, only for a figure to step out in front of you. You’d paused in your tracks so abruptly in order to stop yourself from running into them that Natasha had collided with your back.

“Y/n, darling! There you are, sweetheart. I’ve been looking for you!” your mother said.

You had to hold back a panicked look from taking over your features, and prepared to make up some type of excuse.

That you needed a few moments to get some air away from the party. Or that you suddenly weren’t feeling well and wanted to go up and rest for a bit.

But she hadn’t given you the chance to say anything when she continued talking, “Come with me, please. I have someone over here I’d like for you to meet.”

Words stuttered on the tip of your tongue as your mother was quick to wrap one arm around your shoulders.

“Mother, I—”

“Sorry to steal her from you, Natasha. She’ll come find you in a little bit.” she apologized to the redhead and your hand slipped out of hers as you were led away by your mother.

“It’s—” Natasha started to say, but at that point you two were too far away to hear her, “…Okay.”

Your head whipped around to look back at your girlfriend who stood there dumbfounded, “I’m sorry,” you mouthed to her.

Natasha just gave a small smile, letting you know that she wasn’t mad at you and watched you disappear from her line of sight.

What did it take to get some alone time in this castle?

~ ~ ~

The next time you tried was a few days later.

Your mother and father had left early in the morning, and would be gone all day due to a full schedule of council meetings.

Technically, you should have been at those meetings too. But you dreaded the idea of sitting through hours of political talk when you weren’t Queen and it wasn’t time for you to worry about those responsibilities yet.

In order for your parents to agree to let you sit this one out, you were to have a study day with Ms. Harkness instead.

She’d tutored you plenty of times when you were younger and not yet of age to begin fulfilling your duties. So it was a fair compromise.

Natasha on the other hand wasn’t exactly thrilled to know that you had the castle to yourself for the day, and yet you were too busy to have some alone time with her.

After a few sparring matches with Yelena in the courtyard that ended in the blonde quitting and dramatically accusing her of cheating, the young knight decided to check on you.

She navigated her way through the castle corridors until she reached the library where you usually study. However, she barely entered the room when Ms. Harkness appeared in front of her.

“It’s not often I see you in here Miss Romanoff,” the woman greeted.

The redhead kindly smiled, “I was actually just looking for Y/n. She is in here, right?”

“She is,” Ms. Harkness confirmed. Natasha attempted to move past her to find you, but the woman stepped in front of her again, “But the Princess is currently occupied and it’s best if her studies remained uninterrupted.”

Natasha huffed. You’d been cramped up in the library practically since the moment you woke up, so she hadn’t had a chance to see you yet.

“Could I just have a minute please?” the knight asked, “It’s kind of an emergency…” she added, hoping it would sway the woman’s decision.

Ms. Harkness eyed the young girl for a moment before humming, “Wait outside.”

Natasha did as told and waited outside the library, making herself comfortable leaning against a wall.

A few minutes must’ve passed when she finally saw you come out. You made eye contact with your girlfriend, and she noticed the almost panicked look on your face.

“Nat? Is everything okay? Ms. Harkness told me it was an emergency,” you said, clearly worried.

“Everything is fine, princess,”

“Then what’s—”

You didn’t get even halfway through your sentence before Natasha’s hand cupped your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.

The suddenness of it shocked you and your hands grasped at her forearms to steady yourself, but you quickly reciprocated nevertheless.

Her lips moved against yours tenderly and for a moment, everything around you was forced to the back of your mind.

She pulled away after a few seconds, but still hovered close, “Hi,” the redhead whispered.

You smiled softly, “Hi,”

Natasha leaned in again and you met her halfway. Her hands slid down to your waist to pull you closer and yours went up to her face as you deepened the kiss.

Your lips molded with hers perfectly, and you had no intention of returning to your studies anytime soon when Natasha was kissing you the way she was.

When air became a necessity, you parted again.

“So just to be clear,” you said as you attempted to catch your breath, “There’s not really an emergency? You’re okay?”

The redhead chuckled and rested her forehead against yours, “I’m okay, princess. Just wanted to see you.”

“That’s sweet,” you smiled faintly before pouting, your hands coming down to smooth out the fabric of her clothes on her shoulders, “But don’t scare me like that again, please.”

Natasha pecked you in apology, muttering a ‘sorry’. She’d planned to let you get back to Ms. Harkness then, but a gasp broke through the intimate moment.

“Oh!” one of the maids exclaimed and both of your heads whipped to look at the woman, “My apologies, Your Highness. I-I didn’t mean to intrude. I’ll be on my way now.” she said and hurried away.

You shared a look with Natasha shared, and then your chuckles filled the silence.

“I guess we probably shouldn’t be doing this here,” the redhead commented.

Your teeth nipped at your lip as you thought for a second before fighting off a grin. Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed at the look on your face.

“What are you planning?”

You didn’t answer her.

Instead, you grabbed her hand and led her through the hallways until you reached the stairs. The knight didn’t question your motives, already piecing together what you had in mind.

When you reached your bedroom you shut the door and locked it, keeping that in mind from your past mistake. The moment you turned back to her, Natasha was already bringing you in for a kiss.

She walked you backwards, both of you breaking into giggles when you almost tripped over your own feet. Natasha placed her hands on your hips to steady you, and led you until your lower back bumped the edge of the dresser.

Her lips trailed down your neck in search of that spot she learned you liked. When she heard your breath hitch, she chucked against your skin.

Your hand gently tugged at her hair to pull her away and bring her in to kiss you instead. In a moment of boldness, your fingers trailed down and began fiddling with her clothes. That was when a thought came into the redhead’s mind that made her hesitate.

“Wait,” Natasha murmured and pulled back. Before you could panic she continued, “Isn’t Ms. Harkness expecting you? I don’t think we should do this right now if we have to be quick. I want to take my time with you.”

You smiled at the sincerity in her words. Your arms came up to wrap around her shoulders and pull her back into you.

“No,” you said, and your girlfriend looked at you confused, “I might’ve convinced her to let me off the hook for the rest of the day, so I’m all yours.”

Natasha smirked at the news and bent down to grasp the back of your thighs, lifting you into her arms. You yelped and tightened your hold on her as she walked over to the bed. She gently laid you on your back before crawling over you and smiling down at you.

Leaning in, she softly connected your lips and you smiled into the kiss. You couldn’t help but gaze into those vibrant green eyes of hers the moment you pulled away.

You were completely and utterly enamored by her, and the redhead felt the same as she looked at you.

“I am so in love with you,” Natasha whispered.

She beamed at the toothy grin on your face, “I’m so in love with you,” you said.

At that, she tilted her head down and you met her in the middle, not expecting to pull away for a while now.

~ end ~

That was soooo good

Run, baby, run

Summary: Natasha is very competitive, and that includes your daughter.

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Based on some real life events lol

Natasha was a lot of different things for many people. Depending on who you ask -friends, foes, family- she could be stubborn, deadly, relentless. To you she was kind, loving and supportive, in a way that no one else knew.

You would all agree on one thing, though.

Natasha was too competitive.

Being married for three years, you’d grown used to it. As a matter of fact, it could be entertaining especially if she was playing pool or darts against the boys.

But this morning, when she shows you the flyer, you actually have to look twice, sure that Natasha lost her mind.

“Baby crawl race?”

“Yeah, only for babies under one year. You know, they set a track and time them…”

“I mean, I figured. I just… why would we want Anya to do that?”

Your daughter perks up when she hears her name being called and you both smile.

Anya is ten months old, but she’s way advanced for her age. It must be Natasha’s genes, because you’re sure that before she turns one, she will be walking or even running after her other mother.

“It sounds fun”

“And winning has nothing to do with it?” you press, reading about the prizes. “Everything listed here are things we already have. A stroller, a crib… ooh, a formula machine, fancy”

“We can still register if we leave now” Natasha picks up Anya from her playpen, and the sight of their matching red hair melts your heart as usual.

“Fine. We better get going”

—

To your surprise, there are over a dozen babies registered to compete. Natasha takes care of everything as you walk around the store where they’re hosting the event.

She comes back with a smile and a little paper with the number 17 on it.

“Your lucky number” she smiles at you, taking Anya in her arms.

You both watch as other kinds play and stumble around the mat. Most of them seem younger than your daughter, and only a few look close to being one year.

“That one’s gonna be easy to beat” Natasha muses, looking at a small kid that can barely sit.

“Natalia” you slap her arm. “He’s a baby”

“No. They are all competition. And we have no mercy, right, detka?” Natasha insists, bouncing your daughter in her arms.

“Alright, I’m changing her diaper before everything gets crazier” you decide, noticing how there’s a crowd forming around the place where the kids will crawl.

You make small talk with some of the clerks, who seem excited at the prospect of a silly race that will entertain them in the middle of their shift.

By the time you return, Natasha’s quiet, looking at the parents and their children.

“Everything ok?”

“Perfect” she nods, taking Anya in her arms. “Now, kiddo, listen to me, we are Romanoffs. We are fighters and more importantly, winners. So go and make us proud”

Anya responds by giggling and pulling a strand of her mother’s hair. Natasha smiles, saying something in Russian and kissing Anya’s cheek.

The mat is split in half so only two kids can compete at the same time, a screen with a timer behind them.

As expected, some of the kids get distracted by their race mate or crawl around instead of going in a straight line.

“What did I tell you? We’re gonna crush the opponents” Natasha whispers and you slap her arm.

She’s taking this way too seriously.

As you stand next to some parents, Natasha sniffs around, speaking into Anya’s back.

“Baby, did you go potty?”

“I don’t think so” you know Anya frowns and makes a little grunt when she does number two and she’s been pretty quiet this whole time.

“Oh, never mind” she turns to the parents standing next to you. “Not ours, detka”

The parents hurry to the bathroom. There’s a nagging feeling at the back of your mind when you notice how quiet Natasha is. It increases when the parents miss the race because they were stuck chaning a diaper.

Your wife tries to hide her smile, but there’s no way she planned this. Just a coincidence.

Right?

“Babies 10 and 11” the organizer calls. You noticed the girl is older than the other kids, standing out because she can close the distance faster.

“Best time has been 55 seconds. This should be interesting” Natasha comments.

Sure enough, the kid is about to finish when a bright blue ball crosses her path, getting her distracted and making her return to the start line.

The parents try to guide her back but it doesn’t work at all.

“Oh, well”

“Try not to look so happy about it” you whisper, but Natasha just chuckles and places a kiss in your temple.

After a few more minutes, it’s Anya’s turn. You carry her to the start line and Natasha kneels at the end of the mat, keeping her eyes focused on your daughter.

“Three, two, one. Go!”

All Natasha has to do is place her open palm on the mat. Anya’s seen her do it so many times and knows it means one thing: as soon as she touches her mama’s hand, she’ll throw her in the air the way she loves to.

It takes Anya 15 seconds to get to Natasha. Your wife rewards her with her favorite thing, and if it were anyone less graceful and quick, you’d be unnerved by the sight of your daughter kicking her feet while being lifted off the ground.

“Nicely done, pumpkin” you join them, smiling as Anya jumps to your arms.

“A worthy adversary, at last” a man comments as he takes his son to the race. “Let’s see if we can do it better than you”

“Doubt it” Natasha glares but you elbow her, smiling at the man.

“She meant to say, good luck. You’ll do great, sweetheart” you smile at his son, who waves back at you with wide eyes. He’s incredibly cute.

“Fraternizing with the enemy” Natasha tsks.

“He’s a baby, Nat”

“I didn’t like the way the father was looking at you either” Natasha grumbles, leaning forward to kiss you.

Definitely not complaining about her competitive streak now.

As your declared enemy gets ready to race, the father frantically looks around for something lost on their backpack.

“Did you bring it?” his wife insists.

“Yes! The purple elephant! We were playing with it a second ago!”

Apparently, that was their only resource, because the timer starts and their kid is focusing on everything but them.

They manage to finish after two minutes.

“Better luck next time” Natasha comments as they leave, her hand going around your waist.

She’s being so ridiculous but somehow you love it.

The winners are announced, and you cheer when the first place goes to none other than Anya Romanoff.

“Yes, baby. We are the champions” Natasha sings, bouncing her around. Anya has no idea what’s happening, but she’s enjoying the moment.

“Very nice” you comment when the organizers hand you the prize. “Good work, Anya. Keep it up and maybe we won’t have to pay for college”

“Of course she’ll get a scholarship. Or become a professional athlete. Or become president” Natasha says, walking back to the car.

“Oh, those are a lot of things. Maybe she’ll want to focus on just one”

“Nah, she’s got it. She’ll do it all” Natasha kisses Anya’s head and you can’t help but melt.

“Best thing you ever won?” you ask Natasha as you drive back home.

“No, that would be you” she says. “Of course, I mean the bet I made with Tony that I’d get you to date me over him”

“Ugh, you’re so ridiculous” you roll your eyes.

—

The excitement of the race exhausts your daughter, and she’s fast asleep by the time you get home.

You know this won’t last long, so you prepare her clothes to run a bath once she’s up.

As you’re going through her bag, you pull out a toy that’s definitely not Anya’s.

A purple elephant.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova!” you shout, looking for her.

“Oh-oh” Natasha mutters and clears her throat. “Yes, dear?”

“You took that baby’s toy!”

“I did not! Ok, I did. But look, I timed him when they were practising and Anya’s time was still better. I just really didn’t like the way he was staring at your boobs”

“Mhm, right. Winning was just a plus”

“See? You get me”

“That ball that distracted the other kid was not a mistake either, huh?”

“I don’t know what you mean, darling”

“And the parents that missed the race for changing the diaper?”

“Now, that was just a happy coincidence. The rest, yeah. Totally me”

“Evil! Stealing a toy from a toddler” you wave the purple elephant in her face. Natasha takes it and throws it over her shoulder, wrapping your legs around her waist in a swift motion. “What are you doing?”

“I got you that fancy formula machine, didn’t I? Where’s my prize?”

You laugh against her lips, but it soon turns into a moan, as you feel Natasha’s hands slide down your back to cup your ass.

“Anya's gonna wake up in thirty minutes or less. Can you handle that?”

“I do enjoy a good challenge” Natasha says against your lips, showing you how much she loves to win.

And honestly? After a mind blowing orgasm, you love it too.

#marvel incorrect quotes

Tony: Where is everyone?

Y/N: Steve had a nervous collapse, Clint is taking him to the doctor, Bruce went back to bed, Natasha is yelling at Thor, and I’m in charge.

Tony: … Fuck.

Y/N: I know, right?

Have you seen the "very demure, very cutesy" trend? How about pranking nat centering that trend somehow, e.g., just randomly blurting out that sentence every time she says something or etc.

Love your writing btw!

Very mindful

an: I hope you like it; this was so fun to write!! <3

pairings: natasha x reader

CW: talks about alcohol and alcohol consumption.

word count: 0.8k

Natasha is a gentle lover, and her love language is 100% acts of service or words of affirmation. She wouldn't be big on touch, until she got to fully feel comfortable around you, then she would never let you go, almost like you were her harbor when she was drifting away, calling her back to you with just your touch.

Natasha always like to talk to you about what your doing, what book your reading, music you listen to, your plans for the day if she's off to the compound. Your sleep pattern is pretty much identical to hers now given how long you have lived with her and how much of a light sleeper you were, Nat getting out of bed in the morning wakes you and then your up for the day too.

Natasha loves to surprise you, too; she will go out of her way to read the books you are reading or have read, just for a topic of conversation with you. You tell her you're reading The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Natasha didn't expect to relate and love the book nearly as much as she did. You were out with your friends for a few hours for coffee, leaving Nat at home with a glass of wine and the beautiful words of Dostoyevsky to keep her company.

She must've fallen asleep because the sky was growing darker when she woke, and your keys were shuffling around in the keyhole. Natasha sat up and continued reading waiting for you to come and join her. "Hi love", you smile sitting down next to her, eyeing the book. "Are you... are you reading the same book as me?" you ask nudging her with your shoulder.

"I wanted to talk to you about it," she says shyly, feeling embarrassed that she had been caught. Awe, don't go all shy on me, Talia. I think it's sweet, very mindful of you, very demure," you say, giggling. Natasha looks at you as though you have three heads. "I'm sorry, very what?" she asks, looking so confused that you can't help but giggle more.

Tony had invited all the gang and their plus ones for a family dinner, courtesy of Wanda's cooking. You are sitting down talking with Bucky about what he thinks you should read next and what you think he would like, when you see a glass of wine right in front of your face. You smiled, thanking her, taking it from Natasha's hands and taking a little sip. "See how you didn't even have to ask for that glass of wine, she just poured you one?" Kate said, giving Yelena a subtle look. "Very cutesy", "Very mindful", "Very demure"; Peter, Thor and you replied, sending you four into a fit of giggles. Yelena rolled her eyes dramatically and went to the kitchen, to pour Kate a glass.

"Seriously, what is this?" Natasha says from behind you, her hands on your shoulders. "It's a little trend that's going around on the internet", Peter explains to Nat, humming, taking a sip of her drink. She gently pinched your shoulder making you quietly laugh to your self, leaning back into her.

Natasha had been called in for a meeting early in the morning; she knew she woke you up getting out of bed, so as she was getting ready, she made sure to make a pot of coffee for you when you finished getting ready for the day.

You came out of the bedroom just after Natasha had left, seeing that she had made you a pot of coffee all to yourself, and it was still warm, brought a big smile to your face. You sent her a quick message expressing your thanks ('A pot of hot, brewed coffee to start my day, very mindful of you ;)') and poured yourself a cup before starting your early day working from home.

Natasha heard her phone buzz and chuckled, reading your message, shaking her head, redirecting her focus back to the meeting.

By 10 am, you had finished all your work and decided to go for a walk in the park to find a nice place to sit and read. You stopped at a cute little cafe on your way, opting to get one for Nat, too, who said she'd meet you when she's finished.

You had found a nice little place to sit down, and read a few chapters by the time Nat had found you -thanks to sharing your location- and came and sat with you, taking her coffee out of the cardboard cup holder. "Getting me a coffee?" she smirks, wrapping her arm around you. "Very mindful of you", she chuckles when you laugh out loud, drawing a few curious eyes and curling your face into her neck. "You, of all people, did not just say that", you giggle.

Over time it became a little joke between you and the red head, and each time it gets more funnier.

i hope this is okay and that you like it, thank you for the request!! 🫂💗

mel x cait as doechii x jennie