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If I Could Start Again

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Sometimes closure is all you need.

Warnings: Some angst

Word count: 1120

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could you do some melina and yelena quiet day in fluff ?

Melina knows the storm is coming in because Cat keeps pawing at her left leg, back arched and pink tongue curling out in a long yawn. It’s Tuesday. Nothing else. No desperate communications, no scrambled transmissions, no bullets, no blood, no baited breath.

Yelena gives a noise from the bed. She had wandered into Melina’s spaces sometime past six during the woman’s brief trip to get water and use the bathroom. Melina came back, half dead with sleep only to find the once widow curled up underneath her comforter.

She looked to the window curtains, sighed, and climbed back into bed.

Now it’s nearing 8:30, and they ought to be doing some kind of preparation for…something. Anything.

Melina climbs back into bed. Yelena mumbles something that she can’t make out before clinging to Melina with such drowsy dexterity that the older woman can’t help but think of those animal programs they sometimes watch late at night. Baby capuchins clinging to their mothers who bounced from tree to tree, all wide eyed and curious.

“Not quite a monkey,” Melina decides softly. Her fingers massage the base of her daughter’s spine, a constant reminder of safety after a too close call with a grazing bullet during those inescapable years in the Red Room. She doesn’t know the story, not at all. But the fact Yelena trusts enough to let her have contact is enough for her mother. The scar is ugly and thick. She traces it with gentle fingers, humming a cossack lullaby under her breath between yawns.

“Can we go to the exhibit today?” Yelena’s voice is thick with sleep.

“What time?”

Some half mumble that is either 10 or 3.

Melina laughs. “Yes. We will go.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Then you ought to get up and make yourself something to eat. I’m a scientist, my love, not some…” she can’t remember the word in English. Or Russian. Or any of the other 15 drilled into her mind from age six. So she offers suggestions. “We still have fruit.”

“Nyet.”

Melina gives a long suffering sigh. “Ona govorit ‘nyet’ etomu i nyet.” she mutters. “Skoro ty sam sebe otkazhesh'sya!”

“No, I don’t.”

“Case in point.” Her lips press against blonde hair. “We can go to a bakery, but I’m not paying for a single thing.”

Yelena swings her leg over Melina’s left thigh, a tangled affection made of some thick red quilt and leggings with a hole in the knee.

“Okay,” she decides. Her body weight is almost entirely on top of her mother. “I like the fruit there.”

“I know,” Melina laughs. With a solid poke to her left hip, Yelena’s head comes up to look at her makeshift pillow full in the face. “It’s what you say yes to.”

“I say yes to other things.”

“Such as?”

Yelena considers, and then boops her nose against Melina’s. “Good morning. I say yes to that.” Her mouth curls into a grin.

That’s something.

Natasha Romanoff + text posts

dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light - N.R.

(Part of my Red (Taylor's Version) fics)

Song - All Too Well

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - You can't sleep so Natasha calms you in the way she knows helps best -- I just love soft Nat so much and her singing to you would be so comforting and cute omg

Warnings - none, pure fluff :')

Word Count - 1003

You couldn't sleep. Lying on your back with a frustrated huff and staring up at the glow in the dark stars and planets stickers you'd dotted around; Natasha laughed one day as she walked into your shared bedroom to find you balancing on a chair that you had balanced on your bed, tongue poked out of your mouth in concentration as you stuck them up one by one. She helped you keep your balance, not entirely thrilled at the childish décor you were pasting over what once was her ceiling but loving it - and you - nonetheless.

You looked to the figure beside you, the redhead sleeping peacefully lying on her side with her hands tucked beneath her cheek, squishing her face in such an adorable way. You smiled at how sweet she looked, truly enamoured by the woman next to you; the way her soft and gentle side is reserved for you, the way she slowly opened herself up to you and let you love her and see her vulnerable. You felt privileged and lucky to be hers the same way she was yours.

You'd been unable to sleep for a while now, tossing and turning but not being able to switch your mind off enough to doze off. And your stomach was begging for a midnight snack - who are you to refuse? You moved carefully so as to not knock into Natasha as you climbed out of bed, the large t-shirt you were wearing falling to your mid thigh and the rest of your legs bare.

You tiptoed to the door, pulling it open as quietly as possible whilst checking on the woman behind you - she was still sleeping soundly, success. You continued your actions in an equally silent manner, shutting cupboards and drawers with the utmost care as you fetched out what you needed, working in the dark as you knew your way round in such a state. Slowly placing the plate onto the counter to minimise and noise, spreading peanut butter onto some bread for a sandwich - Nat will be so jealous, you thought with a smirk, taking a bite.

The downside to peanut butter sandwiches though is how dry they are, so you went to the fridge seeking the container of orange juice. Though, as you were searching you felt a warm presence by your hand. Turning, you saw the smug face of your girlfriend retreating from the sandwich in your hand which now had another large bite missing from it, you gasped mockingly with a shake of your head as she held back a laugh - both of you keeping quiet as the others slept.

"Trouble sleeping, krasivaya dorogaya?" She whispered as you poured some of the juice into a glass.

"Yeah and I wanted a snack." You returned, making her smile.

"You could have woken me." She added, taking the glass from your hand and taking a sip - she knows you have trouble sleeping and there's one thing she does that helps calm you enough to grow sleepy.

"I couldn't, you looked too cute." You smiled, looking at her smiling back at you, face illuminated by the glow of the light streaming from the open refrigerator. You walked back to the fridge to put the container of juice back, taking another bite of your sandwich and giving the rest to Natasha who took it happily and finished it off. "How can you look so good when you've just woken up in the middle of the night?" You questioned, cupping her cheek in your palm. "A masterpiece." You whispered, a blush and a grin crawling across her cheeks before she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

She separated your mouths but kept your foreheads pressed together, her hands holding softly onto your waist as she began to sway your bodies side to side. You turned your head, resting it on her chest so her chin rested on your head, your hands looping around her body and holding onto her back. You gently swayed from left to right, Natasha's soothing voice breaking the silence as she began to lowly sing.

For you, there'll be no more crying

For you, the sun will be shining

And I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

She sang the lyrics in just above a whisper, so serene and tender as you held onto her. The thoughts racing throughout your head slowly fading away as she brought your focus to her, listening to the peaceful singing of the love of your life.

To you, I'll give the world

To you, I'll never be cold

'Cause I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

You couldn't help but quietly hum along to her words, smiling into her chest as she stroked your hair, bodies still swaying in a placid dance as you held onto one another - no other place you'd rather be.

And the songbirds are singing,

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before

You were finally feeling peaceful, smiling against her skin as your eyes slowly grew heavier.

And I wish you all the love in the world

But most of all, I wish it from myself

She walked you back to your room, holding you from behind with her hands tightly holding around your waist and her chin resting on your shoulder, pressing small kisses on your cheek every few steps. Climbing into bed behind you and going back to holding you as soon as you lay on your side, with your back pressed against her front and her legs entwined with yours. Her fingers softly stroking strands of your hair as she whispered the last lines of the song, you eyes drifting closed not long before she fell back to sleep.

And the songbirds keep singing

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before, like never before,

Like never before

Translation krasivaya dorogaya - beautiful darling ALSO the song used was Songbird by Fleetwood Mac :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTi19MPOvDw

since SOMEONE hasn't written anything new w/nat and cigs..

older!nat smoking a cigarette as younger!reader passes by her and reader looks lost and reader IS lost bc why would an innocent young thing like reader be in that part of town?

warnings: older!nat, younger!reader, stranger danger, use of cigarettes and implied underaged smoking. SFW

Natasha raised a brow at you. “What’re you doing on this side of town, sweetheart?”

She grins at the way your face flushes in response to the nickname, even more so as you tuck fallen strands of hair behind your ear

“I- I don’t think I took the right bus home.”

The older woman cocked her head, the cigarette between her fingers burning with a smell as she shook the ashes off the tip. The redhead took a hit, inhaling softly before she exhaled with a puff of smoke leaving her.

“What bus did you take, hon?”

You swayed in your spot. “The forty one.”

Natasha clicked her tongue and shook her head, your eyes widened and your cheeks warmed at the way the stranger’s gaze almost made you feel hot and bothered.

You could tell she wasn’t part of town. But just somehow, the way she dressed, clad in a leather jacket, black skinny jeans that hugged her toned thighs, and the under-the-knee-boots told you everything.

Her flaming red hair had had you in a trance as she looked down at you. Her height was almost more like and you suddenly felt insecure for being so meek and inexperienced in front of a woman who looked like she could be old enough to be your mom.

“That bus heads upstate,” she took another inhale of her cigarette, “unless that’s where you’re heading?”

You shook your head, a frown present on your lips. You worried that you were going to be late in getting home. It was only five but you had planned to be back by six and you knew with how far you had gone, there was no way you’d be on time.

“No, miss. I live further down.”

She hummed, fluttering her lashes at your gaze before she outstretched her arm and offered you her cigarette. “Want some?”

You blinked curiously at the woman. “I’m not allowed to smoke, miss.”

The redhead looked at you, her eyes turned into slits, her emerald eyes like snakes staring right at you. She took a moment before she took back her hand, dropping her cigarette onto the floor where she stomped on it.

“Well, that’s too bad.” She sighed, peeling herself off the wall before she stood straight. “I’ll give you a ride home, sweetheart.”

You beamed at her offer, making the older woman grin at your eagerness to get in a car with her. The young and naive. She could have fun with you. You looked like a dyke, and her gaydar is never off.

“Really?”

She shrugged. “Why not? I’m going down south too.”

Your eyes widened and Natasha could help but mock it as she stood over you, and as she started walking, with you behind her into tow, the silence returned.

“Oh, and stop calling me miss. You make me feel like I’m fifty. I’m only forty, dear.”

Naughty Girls

You and your mommy, Natasha, have some fun during movie time. Until you misbehave.

Mommy kink, man handling, se*x toy usage (dildo), implied age gap, reader gets penetrated, vaginal penetration, coc*k warming, grinding, thigh riding, sex with clothes on, WLW sex, Natasha gives reader neck hickies, Reader gets called puppy, baby, honey and little girl, reader comes without permission, implied mutual consent, degradation, squirting, light begging, implied punishment, reader misbehaves, implied rules

Hurrah! I'm alive! Thank you for being patient :)💕

You do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

Your head felt warm and fuzzy, a tingling sensation rippling up and down your spine. A warm chuckle sounded from beside you. "Is my little girl having some fun?"

The TV was still on, a natural wildlife documentary you had quickly forgotten about. You whimpered softly, still feeling dizzy and near drunk from the cock that Natasha had pushed into you. Warm wet slick smeared over your soft inner thighs, shorts and hoodie uncomfortably hot despite the cool night air.

"My baby still needs to learn some manners apparently." You could hear the smirk in her voice. "Use your big girl words, honey."

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"Mommy-" you whined softly in frustration, hips grinding down against the sofa covers.

"Please, please."

Her arms tightly wrapped around your waist before you were settled in her lap. Mommy's knee wedged itself between your thighs, smoothly grinding against the dildo's base. Natasha's eyes were bright, pinning you in place easily. She smiled. The flickering lights from the TV wreathed her fluffy baby hairs.

The short rocking motions increased the pressure inside you, silicone ridges dragging and pushing. A needy keen escaped from your parted mouth, head falling back in pleasure.

Natasha apparently wasn't satisfied, pulling you forward onto her thigh. Her large callused hands slayed out over your waist before forcefully grinding your hips in tight circles. Mommy harshly sucked marks into your skin. Your swollen clit rubbed against soaked panties.

"Does that feel good puppy?" The coil in your tummy writhed and twisted tightly, pussy clamping against the toy. Your head felt hazy, hands clumsily fisted in Natasha's shirt.

The pleasure crested and then burst abruptly. You whined and moaned needily as your pussy clenched and fluttered against the toy, wanting more as you tried to grind down on Mommy. A warm wetness seeped out from around the toy.

Natasha's hands tightened painfully around your hips. "Little girl-" Her tone was dark yet amused. "Did I say you could cum?"

Your eyes widened when you realised your mistake. Mommy's smile grew wider.

Fleeting

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 561 words

A/N: Have forgotten how to write because I have the mind of a fish. trying to get back into it. Fluff.

You notice one day that Natasha is insecure.

 It’s almost funny to you, the concept is so surreal.

Her confidence is why you started talking.

She’s driving you home and she glances over.

Her smile is nervous and you don’t understand why.

Before she pulls up outside your building, she tells you thank you.

Her voice is hoarse and you’re surprised.

You give her a gentle smile back.

Your eyes meet. 

Understanding settles between you.

Natasha kisses you.

Your voice is hoarse when you murmur thank you too.

Natasha stays over that night.

Your lives starts tangling together.

It feels good.

She taps your waist when she walks around you. 

The gesture is light as air, it makes you feel settled.

Natasha sings when she cooks.

You ask her if it makes the food taste better. She sticks her tongue out and offers you a forkful.

Natasha tells you that you’re shit at video games. 

Her voice is so pitying that you feel like you’ve been diagnosed with ineptitude.

She plays Mario Kart with you every single night.

She teases you about your driving, but her smile is excited.

She keeps asking you to play again.

She straddles you on the sofa and tells you that you’re a danger behind the wheel.

You are her friend. 

You are more than that too.

But, being her friend feels special.

You want to celebrate every part of loving her.

She trusts you.

You don’t realise at first.

She starts telling you about the missions she goes on.

At first, she only tells you vague locations.

Then, she starts to debrief little fragments. 

One day, you find her caught in a silent storm of tears.

She lets you hold her.

Things are different then.

She invites you to sleep over more and more. 

You start splitting your time between apartments.

One afternoon, you arrive earlier than expected.

Natasha glances guiltily at the sofa when she lets you in. 

You see your usual pillow lying there.

You realise that she holds it when you’re not here.

That night you tell her that you love her.

Her smile is wide. 

Her eyes fill with relieved tears.

She was waiting for you.

Natasha starts holding your hand when you walk together. 

She asks your opinion about everything.

She starts playing your favourite music.

Natasha gives you her favourite book. 

The pages are worn and you feel like she’s written on every page.

You borrow her laptop and learn that she’s looking at new apartments.

You think she’s moving away. 

Natasha finds you crying.

She starts crying too.

You’ve never seen her so scared.

Her words are disjointed when she tries to tell you about family.

About what she’s never really had.

About what you mean to her.

Natasha tries to tell you that she wants to live with you.

She can’t meet your eyes.

Her fingers are tapping, and the sound slips from rhythmic to compulsive.

You wonder if she’s counting out your last seconds together.

You watch her wait for you to leave.

Things slide into place.

Your voice is careful, but it’s also certain.

You ask if you can be her family now.

Natasha cries harder.

You touch her tapping fingers and they stop moving abruptly.

You kiss her knuckles.

Natasha is not a time or place.

Natasha is not fleeting.

Natasha is your family.

blood kink nat blood kink nat blood kink n

warnings: blood kink, implied violence. NSFW

Shakily, you stood in front of Natasha with blood dripping from your arms. The silence was unbearable and your thoughts ran and ran until they couldn’t anymore.

But your lover stood still in front of you with wide eyes and a silent mouth. She didn’t judge. She didn’t say anything. Instead, once she found the courage to step towards you, she drags you into the bathroom where the sight of yourself in the mirror makes you whimper.

Natasha caresses your painted cheek, cooing gentle sayings as she sat you under the shower. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move. Natasha joined you shortly and when the water touched your skin, you shivered.

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and then felt your lover draw your hand up, watching her as she took a bloodied finger into her mouth and licked the substance off.

Your eyes grew wide and under the wet steam of the shower, between your legs, your arousal grew with every lick and hum from your lover.

“Natasha...”

Your head fell against her bicep, watching with a curious gaze to your eyes as your fingers disappeared into her mouth; which had been bloodied but now came out clean under her tongue.

You shivered and hummed at her actions. Her tongue drawing circles against the tip of your fingers, before she pulled them out and moved on to another.

You shook under your girlfriend’s hold, her free arm gripping your wrist tightly while her eyes fluttered open to find you staring. She smiled against your hand, slightly bit at your skin before slowly and painfully slipping your fingers out of her month.

“Tastes so good, baby.”

Your plot twists stab me in the heart again and again😭 I HONESTKY TJOUGHT THAT TJIS ONE WOULD BE HAPPY AND WHOLESOME I still live for them though😪💕

Always On My Mind

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: This is just a drabble that got away from me. I’m trying to remember how to write again so bear with me.

You should buy her flowers. 

It was strange how small things made you think of Natasha. The leaves were turning red in the park that you walked through on your way to work. It reminded you of her hair in the morning, spread haphazardly across your pillow.

You checked your phone absentmindedly.

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