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beefy nat and a tiny reader at a supermarket

warnings: beefy!nat x filipina!reader, this is more of general!nat but whatever i enjoyed this anyways

You were practically at awe at the selection of snacks on the wall. With your eyes wide and mouth agape, Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle at your little dance when you found the snack that you had been craving since a week ago.

“See, Natty?” You turned to your girlfriend with a grin as you hugged the bag of V-Cut chips to your chest. “I told you Seafood City had them.”

The redhead shook her head playfully. “Well, you didn’t really give me much choice when you dragged me into the car, now did you?”

You gave her a shrug as a smile lined your lips. You knew no matter how much you annoyed her, she couldn’t resist you.

Which is how you ended up dragging her through five different aisles, throwing in whatever snack you wanted without care as she just watched and pushed the cart in tow.

“What’s that one, baby?”

You turned around with a pack of strawberry flavoured Mogu Mogu in your arms, your eyes wide as you looked down.

“It’s a drink, Natty. Tastes like those aloe drinks with the aloe chunks? Think you’ll like them.”

She smiled and nodded, letting you drop the pack of drinks into the cart before moving on.

“Whatever you say, baby.”

Beefy older Nat walks into their apartment to see reader trying to move a heavy couch cause something fell behind it but reader is just failing at it. So Nat uses those big beefy arms to move the couch and reader is just like entranced by Nat’s muscles and Nat teases reader.

Beefy Nat could do literally anything to me and I would agree 1000%!

warnings: beefy!older!nat x younger!small!reader, size kink and size difference. sfw

You knew you should’ve waited for Natasha to move the couch, because now? Well, you’re halfway across the living room, remote in your hand, and extremely tired from attempting to push back the extra large wine red sofa.

To be fair, the sofa was big... as in excessively big, maybe it was just you and your small frame, or the fact that your wife was a woman with a large stature that almost challenged of that Steve’s.

Still, who needed that big of a sofa right? Right...

Whatever. You’re here now, half-way there and back to it’s original spot, but it’s futile. Every groan and push of your hand barely dents the furniture and you’re there standing in the middle of your living room with a sweaty face and heaving chest.

You frown to yourself and give the couch a kick.

“Stupid fuckin’ thing... IKEA had better deals than this...” You grumble to yourself as you huff once more and get into positive to try again.

“Y’know,” the voice makes your eyes wide and body jump in surprise. When you turn, you find said red-head leaning against the arch frame with a grin as she watches you. “As much as I enjoyed that, you could’ve asked.”

You watch her stride across the apartment with no more than five steps before she stands in front of you. Her tall figure towering over you with a grin before she leans and takes your lips into her own.

“You need help, baby?”

Her breath fans against your lips like feathers and you whimper at the edge of her touch.

“‘M so tired from pushin’, Natty...”

Her chuckle fills the room before she pulls away.

“Okay, sunshine,” she turns to the couch and cracks her knuckles in preparation. “Say less.”

You practically stand there, wide eyed, and bambazolled as the redhead pushes the sofa back to its original place with ease - no sweat, no grunt, not a blink.

It should be leaving your frustrated and perhaps annoyed but at the sight of her back muscle working through the thin fabric of her Lululemon shirt, you grow aroused at the sight of those large arms caging you in and slipping in between your —

“There we go,” her voice snaps you back and she looks at you with pink cheeks. “Y’alright, princess?”

You bite your lip and nod, swaying uncomfortably in your spot before you realize that you can finally sit at a good distance from the TV.

“T-Thank you... y’know, for the sofa,” you beam up at her in gratitude and the older woman could help but grin at your small voice.

She takes your chin into her hands and lifts your head up - inches away just from your face.

“Anything for my girl.”

Don't Forget Me

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You wake up with no memory.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: So i did a little thing and wrote my first fic, It’s based off a a memory loss concept I saw in a show once and it never left my mind. i think it’s such a great story telling device. Tumblr can be so inspiring and the writers that I follow inspire me all the time so i’ll be tagging them at the end of this to show my appreciation of their words Please go and follow them and read their work. They may just inspire you too! Enjoy reading! Any feed back is welcome.

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It’s the coppery scent of fresh blood that alerts all of your senses into overdrive. You immediately raise yourself from small cot you're lying in. You frantically look around to gain some understanding of your surroundings but you don’t make sense of what you see. Dozens of men and women and even a few children surround you. Some are sleeping in cots like your own, others are talking quietly to either themselves or others. Your enhanced senses zone in on mutterings of no sense conversations (which you notice are being spoken in German), the smell of sweat and blood that lingers beneath your nose.

You wipe at it and assume correct. Dried blood rubs off on your fingers and you can feel a deep ache begin to appear at the base of your skull. You have no memory of how you ended up with a bloody nose or how you even got to where you are. The last thing you remember was seeing Natasha and Clint, back to back, fighting off Hydra soldiers on a battlefield in Bulgaria through a window of the warehouse where you were supposed to collect intel about other Hydra facilities around the world. All you remember after that was a bright flash in your eyes and everything went black.

No one seems to take notice of your panicked state but it doesn't quell your fear of your unknown location and loss of memory at how you got here. You notice a sign on the wall and frown. “Die Heilsarmee – William-Booth-Haus, Übergangshaus (The Salvation Army - William Booth House, Transitional House.” A homeless shelter.

You make your way towards a woman that’s holding a clipboard and looks to be taking the names of people coming and going. You greet her in German.

“Hallo” you greet, as kindly as you can. .This woman may have answers. You can’t scare her off with your impatience.

“Hallo. You’re awake” she greets back, giving you a small smile.

“You know me?” you ask, becoming more confused by the second.

“Ja. You came in late last night and I've been keeping an eye on you.”

“Was I alone?”

“Nein. A man dropped you off at the front stairs and instructed that i let you stay here until you woke up. That was,” she checks her watch “seventeen hours ago.”

Seventeen hours ago? How is that possible? You barely a slept more than six hours at the compound and even less when Natasha was next to you. Her own nightmares plagued her more than yours ever did, so when she was next to you'd just pull her against your chest and rub her back to allow her some peaceful hours of sleep. You didn't care if you didn't sleep at all. As long as she was okay.

Natasha. You need to contact her. She’s probably worried sick and when she finds you, you're in for one long ass lecture. That’s if Steve doesn't beat her to it. Wanda will probably beat them both to it though. Your best friend always loved to tease that she’s the better Avenger. You'd always fight her on it, but you knew she was right. After the crimes you committed while under the command of Strucker, ones that made Wanda’s and Pietro’s look like minor inconveniences, you’d say that you deserved the ‘worst Avenger award’. Allowing illegal human experiment to continue after you came out unscathed from the experiments, with a new set of super human abilities similar to Steve and Bucky, you knew you deserved that title.

Being with Natasha however, she never allowed you to believe that. Even if it was a joke with Wanda, she knew that you believed it deep down, so she would always remind you that it wasn't true. When you, Wanda and Pietro defected to S.H.I.E.L.D during the age of Ultron, Wanda and Pietro had each other and as much as you loved them as your best friends, it was Natasha who you found any form of comfort and reassurance from. Because she herself, understood why the demons inside your head didn't just live in the shadows of your nightmares. They lived in any reflection you caught yourself in. She understood that better than anyone, therefore, she understood you. You’ve loved each other ever since.

A hand waving in front of your face brings back to the moment and the woman speaks again.

“Are you okay?” she asks, delicately.

“Yeah I'm fine. Is there a phone around that I can use?”

“Not here. But if you make your way out these doors, along the alley way and out onto the main street, there is plenty around for you to use. Here.” She holds out her closed fist and deposits ten one Euro coins into your palm. You smile when you look back up to her.

“Thankyou” you say, in the most appreciative tone you can muster. She smiles back at you and walks further into the building while you walk out the doors the woman pointed out. Following along the dark alleyway, you can hear what you think is the sound of busy streets and traffic and walk further towards the sound. You stop for a moment and take notice of more homeless people in the alley. Some lingering around garbage cans that are lit on fire for warmth and others sleeping in cardboard boxes. Looking down at yourself, you realise that you’re somehow without shoes, You take the best pair you can find from a man passed out. Also taking his jacket and a baseball cap and leaving him with his blanket, you try to cover yourself as best as you can. You don’t want to be recognised by anyone as an Avenger.

You suddenly find yourself thrown amongst sea of shoppers and pedestrians alike. Bright lights of shops, houses, hotels and restaurants almost blind you and it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust. Focusing your vision, your eyes flicker to a white street sign with black writing. It confirms your suspicions.

Kurfürstendamm. You’re in Berlin. You’ve been here a couple of time for missions. Both with Natasha, After the first mission you both visited Café Kranzler and had the most delicious tasting coffee you've ever had in your life. That was your first date. After the second, you took her to the small Monbijoupark near Museum Island and told her you loved her. She kissed you so hard that she split your lip.

Dipping your hat and bringing the collar of your jacket upwards, you start walking down the avenue and find a payphone on the corner. Taking the coins the woman gave you, you push one into the slot and call Natasha’s personal phone that only you know the number to. Your brow furrows when you hear that it’s disconnected. You try her office phone. Also disconnected.

“What the fuck is going on?” you mutter to yourself. You try every other number you can think of. Every Avenger and their private phone. Some are disconnected and some are left unanswered. With two options and two coins left, you try the first. You and the twins would leave a message for one another if any one you were ever compromised while working for Hydra and leave a coded message on an answering machine so the others could find you. It was probably the only smart thing Strucker ever taught you. It’s also disconnected

“Fuck!” you yell into the receiver and slam your fist into the wall. It crumbles beneath your fingers but you quickly pull it back and into your jacket pocket to try to avoid further attention. With your last option, last nerve and last chance, you push your last coin into the slot and dial a number that you haven’t called in ten years.

A woman’s voice answers after three rings.

“Dispatch.” You sigh in relief.

“This is Agent Y/L/N, agent number 49912517.” You breathed out the number as easily as your own name. Maria assigned it to you your very first day at S.H.I.E.L.D academy and you could never forget it. “Calling for extraction. Code word: Nelson.”

“Connecting.”

The line rings once.

“This is Fury.”

“I just woke up in Berlin. i don’t know how I got here or how long I’ve been here.” you say shakily, trying to keep your voice as normal as possible.

Fury says nothing. You think maybe he’s hung up.

“Hello?”

“Get to the Charlottenburg-Wilmersdorf safe house as soon as possible. Do you remember where it is?”

“Yeah, of course” you answer in confusion. Fury had sent you and Natasha to set up the safe house when a Hydra commander wanted to defect to S.H.I.E.L.D four years ago. He should know that you remember it because the two of you and the Hydra commander spent a whole month trapped inside because of the strong Hydra presence in Berlin. You couldn't leave and risk being seen or the defecting agent being killed on sight so you had to wait it out until it was safe to be extracted. Fury essentially lost his two best agents at the time.

By the time you bring yourself out of your memories, you realise that Fury has disconnected the call and you make your way to the safe as fast as possible.

Arriving at a dingy two storey pub, a few blocks away, you walk inside to find the pub empty, except for one person. A man you don’t recognise, sits on a stool reading a newspaper. He pays you no attention and continues reading as you walk up to him and speak.

“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses” you begin the code phrase in German, that will allow you entry to the safe house.

“Just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.” the man says still not looking at you, ending the phrase and pointing to staircase at the end of the bar, “I will inform your superiors of your arrival.”

You acknowledge the man with a nod and hastily make your way up the stairs and into the room. You lay down on a bed in the corner of the room and close your eyes and go over everything that’s happened in the last couple of hours. You woke in a homeless shelter after sleeping for seventeen hours, in Berlin after being dropped off by an unknown man, with no recollection of how you even got to Berlin in the first place. No one is answering your calls. Not even Natasha, the love of your life. You hope she's okay. You need her to be okay. If you lost her, you don’t think you could survive,

As if on cue, the door opens and Natasha walks through door, keeping her eyes on the ground. It takes you almost ten seconds to actually realise its her. Her hair is longer than you remember, falling past her shoulders. She's not even wearing her mission suit. She wearing what she always called ‘civilian clothes’. A denim jacket, white shirt and black jeans. She’s even wearing sneakers. Natasha doesn't wear sneakers. She doesn't look up from her attention on the ground. But you don’t care in this moment because she is the most beautiful thing you ever seen. You scramble to your feet as fast as possible and throw yourself into the arms of your girlfriend and latch on as tightly as possible, without hurting her, which she reciprocates. Your enhanced senses are overwhelmed with everything that she brings into the room. Her lavender shampoo. cherry blossom perfume. You can even smell her strawberry chapstick. But what overwhelms you the most, is the thunderous beating of her heart.

“What the hell is going on, baby?” you ask quickly, wanting an answer right away. Natasha feels your breath against her neck and shudders at its contact. It’s been so long for her. “I woke up in a goddamn homeless shelter and I have no idea how I got there. The last thing I remember is seeing you and Clint fighting off some Hydra assholes when we were in Bulgaria and then I woke not knowing what the hell was is going on.” You pull away from her wanting to see her face but she still doesn't look at you. You cup her face and bring it up to meet your eyes. Her green eyes, which were always your favourite shade, are now red and bloodshot. She's been crying. Hard. You can tell that she's trying to keep more tears at bay. She takes your hands from her cheeks and lowers them between you. You frown at her actions and she notices but she motions towards the bed.

“Sit down. Please” she says, raspier than usual and you knows it because of the crying. You’ve never seen her like this. She scared but you follow her directions and take a seat. She grabs a chair from across the room and sits opposite you.

“Nat, what is going on? Why are you so upset?” Your tone is almost pleading. Natasha looks up form her knees and looks you in the eye and takes a deep breath.

“That day in Bulgaria, you were supposed to retrieve intel inside the warehouse about more Hydra locations around the world.” You nod, but stay silent. Tears start to stream down her face. “Clint and I. We were keeping the soldiers at bay to give you enough time to grab the intel and get out but-“ A sob escapes her lips before she can finish her sentence. All you want to do is pick her up and hold her tight but you refrain because a sick sense of dread begins to form in your stomach. Whatever Nat has to say, you're not going to like. “The warehouse exploded.” You frown again for what seems like the millionth time today, Even with your superhuman strength and durability, your forehead is starting to hurt. But with the next words that slip out of Natasha’s your frown instantly vanishes. “You were in the building.”

You shake your head in disbelief. That’s not possible.

“We thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.” Nat whispers, as more tears stream down her cheeks. You keep your eyes on her, too afraid to even blink. Too afraid to move a muscle. You can’t even react to her words. The dread in your stomach makes itself a home there and you know it’s not going away any time soon.

What’s she's saying has to be a joke right? This can’t be happening. “Fury asked me to come and talk to you. Even though I'm no longer with the Avengers or even S.H.I.E.L.D, he thought it was safer it you saw someone familiar first.” Safer? You would never.

“I would never hurt you” you whisper and Nat almost misses it, but you know she heard. She may no longer be a superhero but she’ll always your spider. Nat begins to wipe at her face and nods in agreement as what you've said, when you notice it. A gold band sits on her left ring finger. Instantly, the frowns returns because you sure as hell didn't give it to her. The one you have for her sits in Wanda’s draw at the compound. You were planning on giving it to her on your anniversary, which would've been a few days after you returned form Bulgaria.

“What is that?” you ask, afraid of the answer. Your eyes don’t leave the ring. She notices what you're talking about but ignores the questions and looks at her knees.

“Y/N, ever since that day in Bulgaria, you were dead. You died in that explosion.” she says, looking up at you once again. Her eyes pierce your and it almost hurts to look at her but you can sense that she has one more thing to say as she chokes back a sob. “You’ve been dead for nearly three years.”

That's when you allow one single tear to fall.

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Thanks for reading to anyone who made it this far. I know it finished on a cliffhanger so it could possibly be a multi chaptered story, depending on how its received. I already have the entire story planned out.

@therunawaykind @8bitscarlet @wolferine @lil-gamer @httpjupiterbby @traveler-at-heart @5-puthyyy @rebeliz777 @wellsayhelloaagin @maximoffsdetka @maximotts @vancityfire13 and i couldn't forget my reading buddy @holiday-house-of-m

Thanks for inspiring me you guys!

- Wolves

That's all I have to say

Thursday

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F.Reader

Word Count: 1200  

Warning: Angst. So much angst. 

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Partners in Crime

Summary - Natasha is forced to confront her past after a certain witch decides to play mind games with the Avengers; that includes remembering the one person she regrets failing the most.

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x KGB!reader

Warning(s) - The Red Room being shitty, canon typical violence, angst

Word Count - 4.2k

a/n - This could be read as a one-shot or I could extend it into a series, that I have definitely not started to plan out. I’ll leave it up to you guys. ;)

- Also, the vibe of their relationship was inspired by the song of the same title as the fic by FINNEAS. It’s nice and heartbreaking, but also one of my favorite songs so give it a listen.

- Last thing, this won’t impact the fic a ton, but I’m making Natasha’s past more comic aligned, meaning her date of birth is around the 1930s, not the 80s like in the MCU; so just keep that in mind.

If you would have told younger Natasha Romanoff that she would one day be fighting an evil sentient robot with the help of a god, a science experiment, a world class narcissist, and a SHIELD agent, she would have laughed in your face and then probably killed you.

But here she was, on a dark, humid cargo ship in the middle of Africa engaged in a three way shootout between the Avengers, Ultron, and some weapons dealers.

As soon as the shooting had started, she formed a list of the threats present in order of priority.

First, Tony’s murder bot and his, its? minions. She supposes a robot couldn’t possess a gender, but something about it was distinctly male. Probably the giant ego and the inability to listen to anyone except himself. Ultron wouldn’t bother her, he would most likely be engaged with Tony for a bit before making his escape. Nothing she and her twin glocks could do to stop that.

Next, his smaller robot clones. Those he would most definitely leave on the boat to add to the chaos and provide a distraction for his escape. They would be shooting at her, but more importantly, she could help take them out in return.

Finally, whatever mercenaries were left on the boat from the deal they had with Ultron. She almost didn’t consider them at all. Sure, they’d be running around shooting at everything, but they were like flies to her: low threat, annoying, loud.

With the mental list successfully mapped out in her mind, she chances a peak around the corner she was using for cover, immediately putting two bullets in a merc across the walkway.

She turns to intercept one of the bots making its way over to Clint when a loud crash sounds from the deck below her. A blue blur lands roughly into a pile of crates and that’s when she remembers the twins.

She chastises herself for leaving them out of her mental game plan.

The Maximoffs are unknowns, and that fact alone is enough to put them on the top of the threat list.

Natasha lets her body go on autopilot, relying back on her life of training to shoot at the remaining men and androids alike, while her mind is occupied with assembling a file on the enhanced.

The boy would be annoying, but she doubts that he would try and seriously harm any of them. The most she’d have to deal with is getting the wind knocked out of her after getting pushed down by him.

The girl however, was truly something that could provide a real threat towards the team. Natasha thought back to when they first encountered her at the HYDRA base, how Tony went radio silent before returning with the scepter, and how he didn’t seem entirely present on the flight back to the tower.

Thor’s voice interrupted her assessment as he announced that the witch had tried to warp his mind, but that his mightiness was sufficient to thwart her attack.

“Steve, you hear that?” The assassin checked on her comms, only to be met with a silence that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

“Thor, Steve, are you receiving me?” She tries again, adjusting her earpiece for good measure.

The ship was eerily quiet, as if all the sound around her was sucked out, as if she were the only remaining entity on the battlefield; and only now did she process how hot it was and how the dim lighting added to her unease.

She decided that checking on the boys had just shot to the top of her priority list and moved to descend the stairs when a presence moved out of the shadows next to her.

The next thing she knew she was no longer—

How

How did she end up back at the one place she had actively avoided going back to for the past few decades.

She looked around, now wondering why, why she would be thrust into this living nightmare where the walls felt like they were closing in on her and she couldn’t help but shake the feeling of being watched.

That notion of prying eyes didn’t go away, even as she swung her head around, sweeping the location for unwanted persons just as she had been taught here all those years ago. She turned around, poised for an attack, expecting to find Petrovitch or Madame B or something there besides the emptiness. Only to be met with the pristine ceramic floors and the old wooden walls.

Has this place always been this unnerving? She supposes so and chalks up her unease to the time and distance spent away and in the safe arms of SHIELD. She had gone soft. Or maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t always been lucid during her time here.

That didn’t matter though. All that mattered was the fact that she was here.

Alone.

Or so she thought before she finally noticed a figure pass through the hall in front of her, wrapping around the corner before she could start to analyze them.

Almost as if she didn’t have a choice, her legs started to move after the person, an invisible force tying her to them; who was it?

The path was one that led her down many cold, dark halls that felt foreign at first, until the familiarity of the place crept up from the recesses of her unwilling mind. Her entire childhood that she had worked so hard to shut out was being thrown right back into her face as she was forced to relive it.

She spotted them again right before they ducked into a room, shutting the door behind them.

She knew it wasn’t locked though, their doors never had that capability. Personal privacy was not a luxury they were afforded here.

She paused as her hand brushed the door handle; did she really want to face this, to face you?

She didn’t have a choice though, and it was silly to entertain the idea of one at all.

So she went in.

You were leaning up against the wall, your arms crossed over your chest and your head down in waiting.

You look up though when she walks through the door, a smile on your face as you push off the wall and close the distance between the two of you, gently closing the door behind your Natalia.

There’s almost no distance in between you two and her breath hitches as she looks into your eyes.

Those eyes that once were the center of her whole world, the ones that stubbornly held so much light and love despite all of the things they had seen. The ones that she had fallen in love with and found shelter in throughout the darkest part of her life.

Too bad she never had the chance to tell you any of those things.

Too bad you weren’t actually here.

But you were, right?

She cups her hand around your cheek, fingers brushing lightly against your jawline. It felt so real, you were warm, and you were standing right in front of her; so close that she could feel your breath on her skin.

“I miss you.” Was all that she could manage to get out, her voice so quiet she thought that maybe it would go undetected.

It worries her when a few seconds go by without a response, but that dissipates when she hears your voice.

“Oh Natalia.” You say, equally as quiet as a sad smile graces your face.

She can’t take it anymore.

The way you’re looking at her with those disappointed puppy dog eyes, the knowledge of chances not taken haunting her, her want need to be even closer to you.

So she closes her eyes and kisses you.

It surprises her when you kiss her back with equal fervor. It shouldn’t when she knows what she meant to you. You hadn’t been scared to let her know you loved her. She just regrets that she never told you her own feelings.

But you are here now and she is kissing you so she tries to pour all of her love into this one moment.

You stay locked in that embrace for as long as you can before you pull away, out of breath.

She looks at you and notices your face is wet with tears before feeling her own tears streaming down her cheeks.

Apparently that had been something you both desperately needed.

You step back, creating distance between the two of you and allowing the cold to wrap itself around her now that your presence is gone.

The silence was deafening as she waited for you to say something, her cheeks still flushed from the heat of the kiss.

This was how it was supposed to be: you two against the world, finding solace in the love you shared, and using it to shield yourselves from the horrors that were thrown at you.

She let that thought envelop her for a moment before once again being distracted by the silence and your movement along with it.

You had your back turned to her now, the sole dim lightbulb warping your frame and turning your naturally soft aura into the sinister one they had beaten into you from before you could speak.

“Why did you let them take me?” You voice the question that she had been tormenting herself with ever since she last saw you.

You round on her now, your voice taking on an edge that made her want to bolt. The accusing glint in your eyes causing her to break eye contact with you; something she hadn’t done since entering the room.

“You’re a coward, Natalia.”

Gone was the soul she had fallen in love with, the one she had shared an intimate moment with just seconds before. It had been wiped, replaced with one bent on destruction and making her crumble.

The dormitory that had once been a sanctuary for her, a place to shut herself in with no one else but you, suddenly seemed too dark, too cold, too hostile. You had provided the light that she needed to keep going, but now you had turned on her, effectively plunging her into darkness.

“Umph.” Her back hit the door roughly as you had rushed her, pinning her there with your hand around her neck.

“Please,” she started, but you cut her off by slapping her harshly across the face.

“No. I’m dead, and it’s all your fault.”

You release the death grip you had on her and stalk out of the room, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway outside.

The redhead bent over to refill her lungs before whirling around to sprint after you.

But you were gone.

Slipped from her grasp into the night air.

And just like before, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She lowered herself onto the ground, a choked sob escaping her lips as she closed her eyes and hugged her knees close to her chest.

She didn’t know what to do so she just sat there, squeezing her eyes as tight as she could and hoping that you would come back.

Then she heard a voice calling her name, one that brought her comfort and safety.

“Natasha. Natasha, come on!”

It wasn’t you though as she had hoped for, it was the wrong voice and the wrong name.

The voice was pleading though, and she didn’t like how sad it sounded so she forced herself to open her eyes and look at the man kneeling in front of her.

It was Clint; his eyes full with worry. Oh how she was glad to see him. Her best friend, her partner in crime, her brother. She quickly gauged her surroundings and noticed that somehow she had been moved to the Quinjet and that it had landed on a familiar farm.

How long was she out for?

As if reading her mind, Clint spoke up, “the Maximoff girl hit us hard, everyone except me and Tony. We needed a safe place to regroup, so I thought it was time to introduce the rest of the team to the Barton clan.

Oh, oh that’s right. Ultron, the twins, HYDRA, it was all coming back to her now. She nodded numbly towards the archer and moved to stand up, the man quickly supporting her and walking her inside the farmhouse.

She couldn’t be bothered to tune into any of the conversations going on around her, too preoccupied with the fact that she had seen you for the first time in half a century; even if it was just in her magic fueled imagination.

None of the Avengers, even Clint, had ever seen her so unnerved, and it worried them greatly, but all of them were more or less emotionally stunted, so they just made sure to give her space as they stood gathered in the living room.

What finally snapped her out of her stupor was two children barreling into the room, one little girl in particular asking to see her Auntie Nat. She smiles and is proud to say it’s only half fake as she picks up the eight year old.

She also manages to tease Laura about her pregnancy before escaping up to her usual room, letting out a sigh as she shuts the door.

Shower. She needs a shower. That will help her clear the nightmare from her mind.

To clear you from her mind.

She steps into the bathroom and sets the handle to the max temperature, using the scalding water to ground herself.

After she’s done she allows herself to sit on the bed and take a moment to process the whole thing. From the shock of seeing you again, to kissing you, to the seething rage radiating off of you as you blamed her for your fate.

She needed to remember what was real. The true events that led to you being taken from her, not the reality from the fake you that had somehow felt so real, that was what she needed to find and let play in her mind.

There wasn’t a lot to choose from, even with the time and the help from SHIELD the ever-present gaps in her memory, courtesy of the Red Room’s “conditioning”, made it hard to pin down a certain, complete moment with you.

But, after an indeterminable amount of time staring at the wall and raking through her memories, she picks one out, one that had been strong enough to stick around in her head, even after all this time.

Circa 1955

She was on a mission in Paris. Her being as efficient and ruthless as her title implied, she had completed her mission almost 24 hours prior to when she was originally due to report back.

Deciding that a small break would be in everyone’s best interest, but mostly hers, she chose to not contact her handlers about the early mission accomplished and instead took time to explore the City of Light.

A small part of her wondered if they would know, if she should just call them and head back to base like they would want her to, but a larger part of her was disgusted at the mere thought of going back, so she broke protocol after making absolutely certain that there was no way they could find out.

After a day of playing a ditzy American tourist and checking out the city she found herself back at her hotel, dreading her extraction time.

She was sitting on the balcony, a bold move for an assassin of her caliber, but at this point she couldn’t bring herself to care if someone shot her; maybe the world would be a better place after her death.

“What are you thinking about?” A voice sounded from within the hotel room, a voice belonging to the only person in the world that could sneak up on her like that. A voice that belonged to her one soft spot.

And there you were, standing with your hands shoved into your pockets like a shy school kid, even if you hadn’t held that sort of innocence in a long, long time.

She tilts her head down slightly, but not before you catch the blush spreading quickly across her face, which was framed beautifully by the pale moonlight from outside.

“Just you,” she smirked, doing well to hide the morbid topic she had truly been entrenched in, not wanting to dampen the mood when you had risked a lot to show up here.

Speaking of, she wasn’t sure where your mission was, but it definitely was not in Paris, so how did you get here? And why were you putting your neck on the line just to see her?

“Well it turns out I have impeccable timing then,” you tease, choosing to drop the obvious lie she had told. She could put all of her walls up, fool the entire world, but there was no veil of hers you couldn’t see straight through.

“How are you here?” She breathed, hesitant to really believe you were there, even as you walked out onto the balcony towards her.

“I have my ways,” you shrug, she doesn’t need to know what you did just to get a moment alone with her. “This place is beautiful at night,” you change the subject, wanting to use this time to talk about things outside of your shared occupation.

Luckily she goes along with it, nodding in agreement and turning to look at the night sky that was illuminated by the many lights of the city.

You shift, swinging up onto the railing and letting your legs dangle off the side of the, 23rd floor; if you remember correctly. Apparently you didn’t have much of an aversion to death either.

A comforting silence falls between the two of you and you decide to close your eyes and focus on the cool night wind running through your hair and the sounds of the city dozens of feet below you. It wasn’t often or, at all, really that either of you had the chance to just sit and do nothing besides enjoy the other's company and neither of you were about to let this moment pass without stopping to let it imprint in your memories.

You opened your eyes and turned to watch Natalia now. You were so in love with the girl it bordered on obsession, but you had never told her so in words. You hoped she knew; that she could tell from your actions alone, but a part of you needed to make sure that she did.

“I love you Natalia.”

The words startle her, and you can’t tell if it’s because of the actual meaning behind them or just because you had broken the peaceful atmosphere you had found yourselves in.

You hoped it was the latter.

She turned to you then, unsure of what to say, but not wanting to stay silent she whispered, “I know you do.”

You turn your face back to the sky in an effort to hide your relieved expression from the girl, but you know she can see so you adopt a blank look instead, the one you use when appearing void of all emotion.

At least you told her, you think to yourself. She knows and that’s all that matters. She didn’t need to say it back because you knew she felt the same way. You saw it in her eyes everytime she looked at you. She was just scared of what admitting it out loud might mean for the two of you and you understood that; it was why you had waited so long to tell her.

Natalia was not a mind reader though and took your actions for disappointment in her. She hated herself for being so weak when you were so brave and it broke her heart thinking that you didn’t know she loved you right back.

Needing to leave so you could get back to where you were supposed to be, you get up, making sure to leave the small item that had been hidden in your pocket in your wake.

A satisfied smile graced your face as you exited her room and walked away.

Not sure of what to do, it takes her a few minutes to move back into the room, but when she finally does, she notices the shiny gleam of something on the railing where you had been sitting.

It was a ring.

Just a small, thin band, something that would be easy to hide, even from people who were constantly scrutinizing her every move.

She took it quickly, as if it might disappear at any moment, before packing her things and heading to the extraction point.

Natasha wiped the tears that had fallen from her face as she reminisced about the moment where you had practically proposed to her.

She smiled though, as the memory of your true existence had almost completely wiped the nightmarish version from her mind.

She wasn’t able to dwell on that small victory for long though, as her mind vaulted itself into another, much darker memory.

6 months post Paris

You both had been called to Petrovitch’s office. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence and definitely not cause for alarm as you both were among the top performing agents.

Expecting a mission briefing, it took you both by surprise when you were met with Petrovitch seemingly in the middle of a meeting with an unknown man.

You both moved to the side of the room as he finished speaking with him, their slimy hands clasping together to seal whatever deal they had just arranged.

“Ah there they are, my deadliest weapons, my proudest accomplishments.” He slapped a hand on each of your shoulders, a show of power, of control.

“This one,” he gestured to you, “is yours,” he smiled then, a gross, wicked grin that sent chills down your spine.

It dawned on you then, why you were really here; you were simply a pawn, an object to be traded for money or information or god knows what else. There was also nothing you could do to stop it. All you could feel in that moment however, was relief that it was you and not her.

Never her.

This place you were at now was an absolute shithole, but at least it was familiar. The rules were known and all it took was obeying to stay alive. This new party, well you had no idea what to expect.

You desperately wanted to make eye contact with her, but there was no way you could without it being blatantly obvious.

“Follow me,” the dark-haired man ordered and you moved from your position next to Natalia, your legs feeling like lead as you walked toward the door. The portal that would separate you from her for the rest of time.

You moved to shut the door behind you, glancing over your shoulder as you did, allowing you to finally lock eyes with your love. In that split second you had before it closed you tried to make sure that she knew it wasn’t her fault, that you would be okay, and that you loved her.

Then your sight line was cut off from those sad, green eyes as you walked away, the latch ringing loudly in your ears, and Natalia didn’t even bother to hide her fear from Petrovitch.

“Do you know why I called you in here, huh?” The man had the audacity to speak to her, to taunt her with her loss.

She glared at him then as she pieced it all together. He must have known, somehow, but you had been so careful.

“I wanted to see the look on your face as they were taken away. And you didn’t disappoint.”

She clenched her jaw hard in an effort to keep her anger at bay, but that action alone was enough to cause the man to laugh in her face.

“You two were so funny. Thinking you could sneak around without getting caught. You were subtle, I’ll give you that, but I see everything.”

Still she didn’t bite, even if all she wanted to do was kill the man where he stood and then burn this place to the ground.

“This place,” he waved a hand around for emphasis, “is not one for friends, for allies. I thought you knew that.” He cocked his head then, his methodical pacing coming to a stop right in front of her, daring her to make a move against him.

And she was so close to smacking the smug look off of his face, but she couldn’t give him this satisfaction, not after all he had done to her.

Noticing her increasing anger at him, the man decided to give a final push. “Do you know who that was?”

Of course she didn’t, but he felt the need to rub it in her face as much as possible. To break her, she supposed; she hated to admit that it was working. You were her weak spot, and he knew it.

“I’m not going to tell you,” she could practically feel him preening at his own comment. “All you need to know is that he represents an organization that specializes in, hmm, breaking people in the most archaic ways, in the name of science of course; until they outlive their usefulness that is.”

That’s it, she wasn’t going to let him stand there all smugly after slandering your name by spelling out how you were going to be tortured and killed. “You bastard.”

“There she is,” he chuckles before backhanding her across the face.

A knock on the door before two guards come in.

Petrovitch turns, finally addressing someone that wasn’t her. “Take her, remind her of what happens when you forget your place.”

Natasha snaps back to the present then, not sure if she could handle remembering what had happened to her next.

The scars littering her mind and body were reminder enough.

And anyways, Clint was at her door, telling her that she needed to come down and eat something. He wouldn’t be bothering her if there wasn’t an important reason for her to get up so she hastily wiped her eyes and followed him down the stairs.

The ring you gave her weighing heavily on her finger, and her mind.

hey 😘😘😘

(REAL)

Can I request a Natasha x Avenger!Fem reader where Natasha has gotten into a habit of sleeping over at reader’s room 4 times a week and one night, she has a nightmare and reader is there to comfort her and then feelings are declared because they both like like each other and reader would say as she holds Natasha in her arms, “You are never sleeping by yourself again so long as I’m here…”

What Dreams Are Made Of

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

warnings: nightmares, death

summary: You comfort Natasha after a nightmare because even the toughest people need solace

word count: 3.7k

a/n: thank you anon for requesting this! i really enjoyed writing this so i hope u like it too :) also huge shoutout to @didujustcallmedumb for giving me some ideas, encouraging me to write this, and also reading it over <3

There were many perks of having your room be closest to the kitchen. For starters, you always had easy access to a late night snack, and also, you were always first to try Wanda’s cooking whenever the delicious smell drifted through the air.

But it also meant that everyone walked past your room whenever they needed to go to the kitchen, whether it be for an early breakfast or for a simple glass of water. You didn’t think it’d be a problem, until you realized you did in fact live with a team full of superheroes who each did not have the most friendliest of pasts, meaning nightmares were a common occurrence.

You often heard footsteps pass your door in the middle of the night followed by the soothing sound of water flowing from the sink, though it was rarely loud enough to actually disturb your slumber.

Tonight was one of those nights. Light footsteps padded down the hallway, and you could fairly hear the squeak of a cabinet, the one that stored all the mugs if you had to take a guess. Of all the people in the compound, at least those currently not on a mission, you only knew one who drank their water out of a mug: Natasha.

Clicking on your light, you pulled back the covers, shivering slightly as the brisk cold air hit your bare legs. You slipped on a pair of Rudolph slippers, which Pietro had gifted you ironically for Hanukkah, and made your way into the kitchen.

Upon your entrance, Natasha looked up, setting her mug down on the counter, and offered you a tired smile. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No,” you lied easily, stifling a yawn as you moved to seat in the stool across from her. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Something like that,” she shrugged nonchalantly before sipping her drink.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Natasha stared at you, the inner turmoil clear in her eyes. “Not really, but thank you.”

“Of course” you smiled, as you slid off your seat to grab some water. Knowing the former assassin like you did, you had a feeling she probably wouldn’t be going to sleep again tonight, even if she retreated back to her room. As you filled your glass, an idea popped into your head.

“Do you wanna, um, maybe you wanna—,” you stuttered, a slight blush creeping up your neck. “Do you wanna sleep with me?”

As soon as the words escaped you, your eyes widened, and Natasha raised her eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you shook your head. “I just meant sleep in the same bed, actually sleep, because I know I always sleep better when I’m not alone, and I mean when I’m in the presence of someone else not that other thing. I’m just going to stop talking now.”

Natasha chuckled at your rambling. “(Y/N), I know what you mean.”

“Right,” you looked down bashfully.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to sleep and I don’t wanna keep you up.”

“Don’t worry about it, Nat,” you internally rolled your eyes at her predictable response before putting on your best pout. “Please, for me?”

Unable to resist, your puppy eyes being one of her few weaknesses, Natasha playfully rolled her eyes. “Alright.”

You beamed as the two of you made your way back down the hall and into your room. As you entered, immediately heading back to bed, Natasha stopped to look around, and you realized this was the first time she’s seeing your room.

As if she could sense your nervousness, which she probably could, Natasha slowly walked towards you. “It’s nice,” she motioned to the space around her. “Very you.”

“Thanks?”

“It’s a compliment, (Y/N),” Natasha assured with a slight chuckle, as she pulled back the covers to slip into bed.

“Oh, sorry,” you felt your cheeks warm. “Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” she yawned, as you both laid down, sinking into the mattress.

“Don’t mention it, Nat,” you rolled over to turn the lamp off. “Get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N/N),” Natasha mumbled, her eyes already closed.

“Goodnight,” you returned softly, briefly admiring the sleeping woman before letting slumber take you as well.

—

The next morning, you were slightly disappointed to wake up to a cold bed, though you couldn’t say you were necessarily surprised. You knew Nat was not one to share her feelings with others often, so you had a feeling that last night was going to be a one night thing.

Feeling the heat radiating from the floor, you leave your slippers behind and head into the kitchen, following the wafting scent of pancakes.

“Morning,” you greeted Sam, Wanda, Steve, and Clint, who were all eagerly awaiting the other woman’s homemade breakfast.

“Good morning, (Y/N/N),” she chirped, turning around from the stove, still holding the spatula.

“Hi Wands,” you smiled, pecking her cheek before reaching around her to grab a mug for some coffee. “Where’s Piet?”

The three of you were like three peas in a pod ever since the twins joined the team. You had been quick to forgive them after everything with Ultron, as you weren’t one to hold grudges.

“He had to leave for a mission with Tony and Nat earlier,” she explained, turning her attention back to the skillet.

“What? Why wasn’t I called?” you turned to Steve, confused as to why Natasha, your usual mission partner, was sent out but you weren’t.

“They needed Pietro’s speed, so I swapped you two and you’re going tomorrow,” the captain informed, before adding with a knowing smirk, “Besides, Natasha can handling herself.”

“I know,” you grumbled under your breath, still slightly irritated.

“Speaking of Nat,” Sam butted in, a devious glint in his eye, “I saw her leave your room this morning. Fun night last night?”

All heads whipped towards you, and Wanda turned around so fast that a half-cooked pancake went flying through the air.

“What?” you coughed, nearly choking on your coffee. “It’s not—we didn’t—nothing happened.”

“Like that’s believable,” Sam snorted, hiding a grin behind the rim of his cup, as the rest of the group chuckled under their breaths.

“I’m being serious, guys,” you insisted with a whine. “She just stayed over because I was having trouble sleeping.”

So you bent the truth slightly, but you didn’t want to say anything about Natasha that she didn’t want the team knowing about.

“Okay, we believe you, (Y/N/N),” Wanda winked at you, knowing your harbored feelings for the redhead. “We’ll drop it,” she raised her eyebrow at the guys, daring them to protest.

“Right,” Sam nodded, while Steve and Clint just shook their heads, amused by everybody’s antics.

“Now come on,” Wanda placed a plate full of pancakes in the middle of the island, “let’s eat.”

You spent the rest of the day doing the usual training and paperwork, and though it was no mission, you were completely exhausted by the time your body hit the mattress. Your body was sore after Steve and Wanda put you through the wringer during training, and while Natasha was your usual sparring partner, at least she didn’t have magical powers that could practically throw you across the room.

Picking up your book, you slump back into your pillows and pull up the blankets.

Almost fifteen minutes later, you hear a soft knock on your door. As you finish the page you’re on, you call out to the person behind the door, “Come in.”

“Hey,” Natasha’s raspy voice causes you to put your book down and look up.

“Hey, Nat,” you greet, as you pat the spot next to you, inviting her to join you. “How was the mission?”

“It was fine,” Nat responded succinctly, and you knew not to ask further. Despite your indirect invitation to join you, she made no movement to accept. “Um, do you think I could, uh, sleep here tonight? Again? With you?”

Softening, you took a second to relish this moment of vulnerability and to observe the other woman. Despite clearly being worn out from her mission, slight scratches and heavy fatigue decorating her features, she still had a radiance to her that awed you.

“Of course you can,” you scooted off to the right side of the bed and pulled down the blankets for her. “Get in.”

Natasha sent you an appreciative smile before sliding off her slippers and getting under the covers. Shutting your book, you put it on your bedside table and rolled not your side to look at her.

“You sure you don’t wanna talk about it?”

Still on her back, Nat was staring at the ceiling, and if her eyes weren’t open, you’d think she’d fallen asleep already. “It was a tough one,” she huffed, shifting on her side so her face was inches from yours. “We were outnumbered right from the get go. And it should’ve been an easy get-in-get-out intel collection but our information must have been wrong.”

You knew there was something more that was bothering her because, usually, Natasha wasn’t fazed by unexpected surprises or missions going awry. But you patiently waited for her to continue, wanting her to open up to you on her own.

“They had kids there, (Y/N),” she revealed breathlessly. “Kids.”

You cringed, knowing all too well how difficult cases with captives were but even more so when they were children.

“You did your job, Nat,” you soothed reassuringly. “You got them out. You saved them.”

A moment of silence hung over your heads before she closed her eyes and turned onto her back, “I know.”

Watching the other woman, you couldn’t help but twist your lips, not knowing what to say to ease her worries. “Get some rest, Nat,” you switched the light off. “Tomorrow’s a new day.”

—

Your phone alarm woke you up the next morning, and you mentally cursed yourself for forgetting. Groggily, you opened your eyes and shut it off, checking the time.

5:00 am.

You glanced over your shoulder to see if Natasha had woken up, but the redhead only stirred slightly before falling back asleep.

Sighing, you quickly jotted down a note for her, telling her that you had to leave for a mission, before getting dressed and gathering your things to head down to the quinjet.

When Natasha awoke, three hours later, she frowned at the sight of your empty side of the bed. Before she could get too upset, she spotted a small piece of paper on your pillow.

Nat—

Had early an early mission. Sorry I forgot to tell you.

Hope we’re still down for training tomorrow?

See you later :)

—(Y/N)

Natasha’s lips twitched upwards, her heart swelling at your adorable smiley face. While the former assassin knew she had feelings for you, ones that went beyond teammates or even friendship, she didn’t want to get hurt. After everything with Bruce, the will-they-won’t-they back and forth, Natasha wasn’t ready to put herself out there again, no matter how much she wanted to.

—

You, Steve, Clint, and Sam returned later that evening, and you wanted nothing more than to take a steaming hot shower and collapse in your bed. But before you could do just that, Wanda stopped you in the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

“To bed?” you furrowed your brows, unsure as to why your friend was depriving you of cleanliness and sleep.

“You haven’t eaten,” Wanda stated as if it was obvious, nodding to whatever, you had to admit, smelled delectable.

“But—,” you went to protest but the brunette was quick to interrupt.

“(Y/N),” she raised her brow and dangerously tilted her head, “you need to eat.”

“Fine,” you relented, sagging your shoulders in defeat. “At least let me shower first.”

Wanda nodded before calling after you, “You better be back out here in thirty or else I’m coming to get you.”

Nodding, you knew your best friend was not messing around. As you entered your room, you were already working on unzipping your suit and unstrapping your weapons. Though you were tired, you were still alert enough to sense someone else’s presence.

You snapped your head up, grabbing the knife still strapped to your thigh, only to see Natasha sitting against your headboard reading a book, her body covered by your blanket.

“Jeez, Nat,” you clutched your chest, “you scared me.”

“Sorry,” she smiled sheepishly.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, as you moved to peel of your mission attire.

“Well,” Natasha hesitated briefly, “I was wondering if I could sleep here again?”

Closing your dresser drawer, you turned around to face her, but before you could answer, she continued.

“You don’t have to say yes or anything. It’s just I find that I sleep better here that alone in my room, but I don’t wanna bother you or disrupt your space, so if—“

“Natasha,” you chuckled, interrupting her rambling, “of course you can sleep here.”

You saw her let out a small breath of relief, causing the corners of your mouth to curl upwards.

“I’m gonna take a shower and then go eat some dinner, if you want to join me,” you explained and pointed to the bathroom door, before your eyes widened. “I meant join me for dinner not in the shower. Wanda’s cooking and she’s making food and I’m sure she made plenty for everyone if you want to join? You don’t have to. I don’t know if you already ate but—“

“(Y/N/N), don’t worry. I knew what you meant,” this time, it was Natasha’s turn to interrupt you. “I ate earlier but thanks.”

Nodding awkwardly, you turned on your heels and headed into the bathroom. The streams of hot water did wonders for your aching muscles. Before you could get lost in your thoughts, you felt Wanda poking around in your head.

“You better hurry up, (Y/N),” she projected. “Your food is getting cold.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you muttered under your breath. Wanda rarely used her powers on you, and you knew that when she did, it was always out of good intent.

As you dried off, you realized you didn’t bring you pajamas into the bathroom with you. “Crap.”

Trying to sneak out into your room without Natasha noticing was an impossible mission, but one you desperately attempted. You slowly turned the handle and peeked through the door, making sure the redhead’s attention was still on her book. As you tiptoed out, hair still wet and in just your towel, Natasha looked up, her eyes widening and lips parting at the sight of your bare skin.

“Sorry,” you grimaced. “Forgot my clothes.”

When Natasha didn’t say anything, too stunned to speak, you gave her a tight smile before scurrying back into the bathroom. Once you were fully dressed, you came back out, still in the process of drying your hair with a towel.

“Sorry about that,” you apologized again.

“It’s not a problem,” Natasha smirked, having recovered from the initial shock.

“Right,” you let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, I’m just gonna go eat dinner now.”

You turned to leave before you could embarrass yourself any further. As you shut the door, you could faintly hear a small laugh from the other woman, causing you to shake your head amusedly.

By the time you finished dinner and dessert, which Tony had so graciously dropped off after his date with Pepper, it was already pretty late. So you were not surprised to see Natasha already asleep, curled up under the covers.

Careful not to wake her, you slowly got into bed. As your weight caused the mattress to dip, Natasha rolled over, immediately seeking out the warmth of your body. You tensed, as she unexpectedly nestled into your side, her head resting against your shoulder and her hand finding the exposed skin just beneath the hem of your pajama shirt.

As you moved your arm around her, bringing her closer to your body, you relaxed and subconsciously combed your fingers through her red locks.

Turning your head slightly, you took a moment to admire the sleeping woman. For someone who’s front was so stoic and hard, Natasha’s features were inherently soft: the natural plumpness of her lips, the way her eyelashes curled on their own.

Looking at her now, you felt as you truly saw Natasha, completely stripped of her Black Widow facade.

“You’ll never have to sleep alone as long as I’m here,” you whispered. “Sweet dreams, Nat.”

You pressed a quick kiss to the crown of her head before letting your head hit the pillow. As you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep, you missed the small sleepy smile forming across Natasha’s lips.

—

A couple of days later, you found yourself on a mission that required all hands on deck, meaning the entire Avengers teams was out in the field plus Fury and Hill over the comms. Though difficult, the firing HYDRA soldiers were nothing you or anybody else couldn’t handle. Everything was going pretty smoothly.

Until it wasn’t.

As you and Natasha were running back to the jet, a stray HYDRA soldier fired twice, once in your thigh and once in your back. Immediately, you fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

“(Y/N)!” Natasha screamed before spotting the man who shot you and aiming her gun at him. You knew he was dead; Nat never missed. Rushing over to you, she kneeled by your side, frantically trying to find your wounds amidst all the dirt and blood that covered you.

As she pressed hard onto your abdomen, you grunted in discomfort.

“I know,” Natasha soothed with a sniffle, desperately trying not to cry, but you could see the tears clouding her green orbs. “I know it hurts, but you’re gonna be alright. You’re gonna be okay.”

Feeling yourself weakening, you put your hand on top of hers. “Nat,” you sighed, and she met your eyes, “we both know that’s not true.”

“No,” she shook her head desperately, “you’re gonna be fine.”

“Natasha,” you said as firm as you could muster, “I need you to know…”

As you trailed off, Steve’s voice came over the intercoms.

“Romanoff, (Y/L/N),” the captain yelled, “there’s a bomb set to destroy the base. Get back to the jet. Now!”

“I’m not leaving her,” Natasha cried.

“Natasha,” you gasped, “you have to go.”

Shaking her head again, she cradled your face, not caring about the blood that stained her hands. “No, I’m not leaving you,” she said with fierce determination, a trait you always admired of hers, though dare you call it stupid stubbornness at times.

“Please,” you coughed, blood dripping out of the corner of your mouth, “for me.”

Your last words came out so weak that if Natasha wasn’t inches from your face she wouldn’t have heard them. As she realized that your breathing had stopped, a sob escaped her lips.

“I love you,” Natasha whispered, resting her forehead against yours, briefly forgetting the fact that she was in the middle of a battlefield. “I’m sorry I never told you.”

“Natasha!” Steve yelled in her earpiece. When she didn’t respond, too stuck in her grief, he called again, “Natasha!”

This time, she got to her feet, as she wiped her nose. Running as fast as her feet could take her, knowing she had little time before the bomb was going to go off, Natasha couldn’t stop the tears from blurring her vision. As she saw the figure of the jet in the distance, the bomb exploded, her ears ringing as she went flying.

Faintly, she could hear her name being called from her team. “Natasha!”

“Natasha!”

“Natasha!”

Natasha’s eyes flew open, almost expecting herself to be in the med bay, but was startled to see your concerned expression hovering over her.

“Hey,” you offered her a worried smile, your hands still resting on her shoulders. “You were having a nightmare, a pretty bad one by the looks of it. Are you alr–“

Before you could finish, Natasha leaped forward, wrapping her arms around you. “Oh my god,” she sighed, relief evident in her voice. “You’re alive.”

Pulling back from her, you tilted your head. “Of course I am, Nat.”

“But I saw you,” Natasha shook her head, unable to stop the break in her voice. “I saw you die right in front of me.”

“Oh, baby,” the pet name slipping out naturally, as you pulled her back into your body, cradling her head soothingly. “I’m right here. You hear that?” You asked, knowing her ear was right over your heart.

“I’m still alive.”

Moving to sit upright, Natasha sniffled and wiped her face. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you softly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. As your finger tips lightly brushed her cheek, Nat lifted her head to meet your eyes.

“(Y/N),” she whispered, thinking this was as good a time as any.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” Natasha revealed, causing you to bite back a smile that was threatening to take over your face. “I think I have been since the first day I met you. And I realized that life is too short to be holding myself back from what I want, especially in our line of work.”

As she searched your face for any response, you grinned, eyes shining with adoration and relief. Surging forward, you cupped her cheeks and brought her in for a tender kiss.

Natasha immediately reciprocated, and your lips melted together beautifully. Before you could get lost in the taste of her, air became a necessity and you both separated, breathing heavily.

Leaning her forehead against yours, Natasha gently wiped a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek. “Why are you crying, detka?”

“I’m just so happy,” you giggled and nuzzled your nose against hers.

“Me too,” she beamed, smiling against your lips, kissing you once more.

As the two of you fell asleep that night, your limbs tangled together, you thought to yourself,

This is what dreams are made of.

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Control Me

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Summary: You wanted to help Natasha gain back control so you let her control you

Warning: 18+ smut, restraints, face slapping, finger fucking, oral, dom/sub ish - Reader and Nats first time

A/n: This wasn't supposed to be smut, but it turned into smut *shrugs*

I didn’t have much time to edit so hope there aren’t too many mistakes

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When you met Natasha you thought you had her all figured out. She was confidence personified walking around the compound as if nothing could touch her. It wasn’t until the two of you became close that she started to show more of herself. Her playful side was your favorite.

The team was shocked the first time they saw Natasha hug you. She wasn’t known to be a cuddly person but you knew the truth. Natasha loved to cuddle. When she felt distressed or frustrated, she would come to your room, crawl into your bed and hold you. The first time it happened you thought it was a dream. When you asked her if she was ok, she simply nodded and confessed that you made her feel safe. You could relate, she made you feel safe too.

You were currently in the common room when Natasha came through the elevator looking the most exhausted you’ve ever seen her. She had been away for a week on a mission with Steve and by the grunt he gave you as a greeting, you knew it must have been physically and emotionally exhausting.

The redhead could barely keep her eyes open as she waddled over to you and collapsed on the couch, planting her head in your lap.

“That bad huh?” You asked Steve.

“Longest mission of my life.” He mumbled, “You got her?”

“Always.” You said, caressing her back.

You let her sleep while you finished your movie, turning it down to the lowest volume so you wouldn’t disturb her. Her soft snores made you grin knowing she would deny them once you teased her about it.

“Nat.” You whispered, lightly nudging her as the credits rolled.

She grunted, burying her face in your stomach.

“Five more minutes, milaya.”

“It’s been an hour, love. I know you would rather be in bed. Unless you want Thor waking you up at five am.”

She looked up at you pouting knowing you were right. You wiped away loose strands of hair as they tickled her nose and tucked them gently behind her ear.

“Can you stay with me?” She asked.

“I wish I could, but I have to be up by five too. You need to rest.”

“I don’t care.” She said, sighing.

“You’re a light sleeper, Nat. You’ll stay up with me and feel grouchy all day.” You chuckled.

“You’re right, you’re right.”

Natasha pulled herself up and stretched her aching muscles. Dirt and grime painted her neck and arms, and dry streaks of blood mapped her torso.

“Maybe take a shower before bed yeah?” You teased.

She scoffed nudging your shoulder but swiftly smelled herself groaning.

“I’m taking a vacation.” She grumbled.

You went your separate ways once you reached your floor. Natasha gave you a hug goodnight and you settled into bed. You wished you would have said yes to staying with her but you knew it was the right thing to do. When the redhead didn’t get proper sleep it was dangerous for everyone around. The last time it happened, Thor almost needed a new cloak and Tony a new pair of hands.

The night went on and you found yourself unable to sleep. It was hard when she wasn't next to you. You haven’t gotten much sleep when she was away when you think about it. You checked the clock groaning when you saw it was one am. Training day was the worst to wake up to. You shifted trying to get comfortable when suddenly you heard a bloodcurdling scream.

A chill ran down your spine as you rushed to Natasha’s room. What you saw when you opened the door broke your heart. You’ve seen her vulnerable but you’ve never seen her look so fragile. She was shaking, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead as she clung her knees to her chest rocking back and forth. She hadn’t noticed you yet and you treaded lightly so you wouldn’t alarm her. Her eyes were wide and barely blinking as she stared at the wall. Her bottom lip quivered as silent tears ran down her cheeks.

You felt guilty that you hadn’t stayed with her like she asked. From what you’ve seen in the past, her nightmares were bad but this one was different. You’ve never heard her scream like that before.

“Nat.” You whispered, sitting slowly on the edge of the bed.

Your worry grew as she continued to stare at the wall. Natasha was always aware of her surroundings. The fact that she still hadn’t noticed you let you know she was still trapped in her mind.

You slowly rubbed her back, knowing it was something she liked when she was upset. She visibly started to shake and your heart ached in your chest. Your strokes became firm as you guided her back into reality.

“Natasha, it’s alright. It’s ok, you’re safe.”

Her green eyes snapped to yours and she jerked away from you. She shook her head as she ran it through her damp hair.

“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.” She stammered.

“I heard you scream. I just wanted to see if you were ok.”

“I’m fine.” She said, looking away from you.

You sighed moving closer to her. It was rare that she ever shut you out, but when she tried it was usually about her past. It took her a long time to open up to you about it, but even when she did she didn’t say much. Only enough for you to understand the horrors she faced there.

“You’re not fine and that’s ok.”

She licked her lips standing up from the bed, turning her back from you to take off her damp shirt. Her hands were shaking as she shuffled through her dresser to find a new one and put it on.

“I don’t want you to see me like this.” She choked out.

“We’re best friends Nat. I think we’re past that.” You said, trying to reassure her.

She turned around, folding her arms and silent tears fell from her eyes. You’d give anything to make them go away. To make her feel better.

“Talk to me please.” You pleaded.

A storm swam inside her eyes as she looked at you. Your breath hitched only ever seeing them this way when she faced an enemy.

“I had a nightmare - about the red room.” She said, chewing her bottom lip, “how they would make us do certain things in training.”

You pushed past the anger you felt. This wasn’t about you, but you silently vowed to destroy that place when given the chance.

“Was it about the other girls? How they made you-

“No.”

You shifted on the bed, swimming through your mind trying to figure it out. Widows were known for two things, death and seduction. It suddenly clicked and your stomach twisted in knots knowing what it had to be about.

“It’s ok, Nat. I understand.” You whispered.

Her eyes narrowed and she stalked towards you.

“Do you?” She demanded.

“I know you Nat, you hate not being in control. What they made you do with those men-,” You paused taking a beat as her eyes shone with aching vulnerability as the storm subsided. You didn’t need words for her to know you figured it out, “That’s when you felt the most out of control, isn’t it?”

She nodded, wiping away her tears.

“I hate that it affects me this much. It’s just a dream but it’s like I’m back there, underneath them.” She whimpered.

“Come here.”

Natasha took a deep breath, walking closer to you. You held out your hands and you sighed in relief as she unclenched her fists and rested them in yours.

“What do you usually do when you wake up from them? How do you gain the feeling of control back?” You asked.

She shrugged, looking at your paired hands.

“Before I met you I’d usually wait until it passes.” She said, “It takes a while then they feel this real.”

“Holding me helps?” You asked.

“Yes. It- It doesn’t take away the feeling entirely but yes, having you in my arms helps.”

You squeezed her hands rubbing the back of them. Natasha was the most important person in your life and all you wanted was for her to be ok. You had an idea but you weren’t sure how to suggest it. You were lost in thought not noticing how Natasha stared at you, searching for what could possibly be on your mind.

“What is it, Y/n?”

“I - um, I have an idea, but it might be too weird-

“Tell me, please?” She asked.

Her eyes pleaded for anything to help make it better. You nodded, shifting at the anxious bloom that arose in your chest.

“You could control me.” You whispered.

Natasha’s breath hitched and your heart hammered in your chest as you watched her process your words.

“You mean dominate you?” She asked, her lips were parted and you shifted on the bed.

“Yes. I - I was reading this book on bdsm-“

Her snort interrupted you and you narrowed your eyes feeling embarrassed.

“Shut up.” You mumbled.

“I’m sorry, dorogaya. Continue, please.”

You smiled shyly, clearing your throat.

“There was a chapter that talked about how it can be akin to therapy. That it can help people who feel out of control in their workplace or life in general, gain some of the control back. Same for someone who's always in control, it can be a release for them to give it away.”

Natasha took in your words, really thinking about what you said. You swallowed thickly watching emotions play out on her face and you started to think you shouldn’t have said anything.

“Ok.”

You blinked, staring up at her not knowing if you heard her right.

“Ok?”

“I want to try it.” She said.

The flush on her cheeks made your heart flip in your chest.

“Ok.” You whispered.

“Alright, I um - please tell me if it’s too much or you change your mind.” She mumbled, and you could see insecurity swimming in her irises.

“I promise, Nat. I trust you.”

You looked at her openly wanting her to see that you were really ok with this. She nodded sharply and you let go of her hands.

You sat and waited, watching as she flexed her jaw and licked her lips. You would have waited all night as she processed. This was about her. You would let her go at whatever pace she wanted.

“Take off your shirt.” She husked.

You swallowed thickly, taking it off, and shivered as the cool air raised goosebumps on your skin. You were left in only your underwear and you blushed as she took in the white cotton topped with a pink bow.

“Lay back on the bed.”

You did what she said, your breathing shallow as you watched her eyes change. They were hard and focused as they raked over you.

“Hands above your head, and don’t make a sound. If you do I’ll stop.”

You nodded, squirming as she grabbed a piece of rope from her closet. She tied you to the bedpost and tugged making sure you were secure. You pulled at them, a twisting feeling in your groin arose at how vulnerable you were for her.

The bed dipped as she crawled on top of you and you gasped seeing arousal in her eyes.

“What did I say.” She growled, smacking your thigh.

You bit your lip to stop from whimpering and tried to show on your face that you were sorry.

Her calloused hand traced up your thigh making you shiver. She stopped at the fabric of your underwear, pulling it away from you only to let it go with a snap. She traced up your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and cupped your breast roughly in her hands. You felt heat between your legs as she squeezed the soft tissue, humming as you tried desperately not to make a sound.

Her eyes stayed on yours as she pinched and pulled your nipple, already hardened by the chill of the air and her previous touch. Your mouth opened, no sound escaping as she added more pressure before lifting her hand to wrap it around your throat.

“You’re being so good for me.” She cooed.

You licked your lips, watching as she traced the movement with her eyes.

“You like being a good girl for me?” She asked.

You nodded, squirming underneath her. All you wanted was to help her gain back control but you had no idea it would feel like this giving it away.

She raised her body, hovering over you. The fabric of her shirt made you shiver as it scraped against your overheated skin. She ran her free hand up your thigh cupping your center.

“You’re so wet for me, detka.” She husked, pushing the fabric to the side.

You bit down on your lip, knowing by the end of this you were bound to draw blood.

The weight of her hand left your throat and in one swift movement, she ripped the fabric off of you, tossing it to the side.

Her hand returned to your throat and she increased the pressure as she traced your slit up and down collecting your wetness on her fingers. She ignored your clit and you wanted to beg her so badly to touch it.

“What is it, pretty girl?” She cooed.

You clenched your thighs as she teased your opening. You bucked into her, your walls clenching when she grazed your clit.

“Hmmm. Is this what you want?”

Her thumb pressed into your sensitive nub, circling around it in slow languid circles. You closed your eyes nodding when she pushed down adding more pressure.

“Look at me.” She demanded.

You opened your eyes, your mouth open wide as she quickened her pace.

“You want me to fuck you, detka?”

You would have screamed yes if it were allowed. The way she was making you feel made your head spin.

“I bet you do. You like being tied down underneath me. That’s what made you so wet isn’t it?”

Her moan took your breath away as she pushed past your barrier with her finger. You moved your hips against her and tried desperately not to make a sound.

“Look at you fucking yourself on me. I never took you for a whore, Y/n.”

A whimper ripped from your throat before you could stop it.

Natasha glared down at you, removing her hand from your throat to swiftly slap your cheek. Her face was hard and intimidating as her gaze burned into you.

“You get one more chance. Do you understand me?”

You nodded frantically, thankful she wasn’t going to stop.

“Good girl.” She taunted, adding another finger.

Your walls clenched around them, trying to suck them in deeper.

“You’re so tight.” She moaned.

You threw your head back, clenching your hands into fists as she started fucking them inside you. She didn’t hold back as she pounded into you. Your breast bounced and the bed creaked with every thrust she made.

“You feel so good.”

You wanted to tell her that she did too. The heel of her hand pressed against your clit and you lifted your hips meeting her thrust for thrust. She fucked you like she knew exactly what you liked and she felt better than any toy you’ve ever used.

“You’re doing so well, detka. So good for me.”

Natasha watched as tears sprang from your eyes as you tried desperately to be quiet for her. She curled her fingers feeling your walls flutter around her and she knew you were close. The feeling she had fucking you like this was unlike anything she’s ever felt.

“Look at me.” She demanded.

Your eyes snapped to hers and your hips stuttered as her thumb flicked your clit. You tasted iron as your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip.

“You’re so close aren’t you.” She cooed.

You pleaded with her in your eyes, nodding as she curled her fingers again, hitting the spot that would normally make you cry out.

“You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.” She sneered, “but I want to hear you beg for it.”

You opened your mouth then closed it shut, afraid that she would stop even as she said those words.

“It’s ok, detka. Let me hear those pretty sounds. I want you to beg for me to let you cum like the good little slut you are.”

You moaned, relieved you no longer had to hold it in.

“Please Nat, please let me cum, you feel so good, please.” You choked out.

Natasha moaned, fucking you harder as sighs and whimpers fell from your lips.

“Do you think you deserve it?” She taunted.

“Yes.” You whimpered.

“I don’t know, pretty girl. You’ve disobeyed me twice already.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, please let me cum.”

You felt your walls clench around her as the words fell from your lips. You’ve never been this turned on before.

“You’re so sweet, dorogaya,” she said, smirking down at you, “so pretty when you beg.”

You lost rhythm in your hips, feeling the coil inside you tighten. You desperately wanted to cum for her. You were dripping down her hand, the sound of how wet you were filled the air making blood rush to your cheeks.

“Please, Nat.” You whimpered.

“Ok detka. Be my good girl and cum for me.” She demanded.

You screamed her name as your body came at her command. The euphoria you felt was borderline overwhelming as your orgasm crashed down on you. Your walls clamped down and fluttered around her fingers trying to suck them in more as she slowed her pace. You whimpered as she removed her hand from your throat to caress your cheek.

Natasha smiled down at you as she pulled out her fingers and sucked them in her mouth moaning at your taste. You blushed, as she licked them clean.

“Delicious, detka.” She said.

She removed her shorts and underwear in one go and you drooled at the sight of her. You could see her slick on her thighs and you couldn’t believe you were the cause of it.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

You whimpered, doing what you were told.

She shifted above you, placing her thighs on either side of your head. You moaned at the sight of her parting lips as her wetness dripped on your chin.

“You made a mess, detka. Clean it up.”

Her hips lowered and you moaned as her center lowered onto your mouth. Her taste was tangy and uniquely hers as you ran your tongue up and down her parted folds. You circled around her clit, moaning as you sucked it into your mouth lathing it with your tongue.

“Fuck Y/n!.”

You tugged your wrist wanting to touch her and whimpered when they met the resistance of the rope.

“You want to touch me don’t you?” She teased.

You nodded as she chuckled darkly above you.

“That slutty little mouth of yours is touching me detka.” She moaned.

You whimpered, letting go of her clit grazing it between your teeth. You lowered your tongue to her opening, teasing it as she thrust down against it. She looked down at you, grabbing ahold of your head as she narrowed her eyes.

“Inside.”

You pried her open with your tongue, whimpering as she sunk down on you. You curled it, wanting to feel as much of her you could and Natasha cried out, bucking against you.

“So good, detka.” She moaned, rolling her hips.

You shuddered as she used you to get off. Fucking your face with abandon as her free hand held onto the bed frame. Her walls were tight against your tongue and you knew she was going to cum. Her whimpers and moans made you clench your thighs. You wanted to hear these sounds for the rest of your life.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/n!”

Her hips stuttered and her slick dripped down your cheeks and chin as she came around your tongue. Her hips slowed dragging out her high and you licked every drop you could as she rubbed herself all over your face. When her movements stop, she grunted lifting off of you and shifted down to straddle your hips.

You knew you were smiling like an idiot when her jaw twitched to stop her from smiling back.

She leaned over untying you from the bed and you sighed as blood rushed back to your aching limbs.

“Are they sore, dorogaya?” She asked, rubbing them.

“Only a little, but not a lot.” You mumbled, shyly.

Natasha kissed your forehead and lifted off you, disappearing into the bathroom. You blushed when she came back with a wet towel. It was warm as she traced it against your face and body cleaning you up. She was so attentive it made your heart flutter in your chest. You whimpered as she parted your folds, still sensitive from how hard she fucked you.

“Shh, you’re ok, kotenok.”

Your blush deepened at the nickname she gave you shortly after the two of you met.

“There, all clean.” She whispered.

She threw the towel to the side of the room and laid down beside you cupping your cheek. Her eyes were soft as she looked at you. All the pain from before was completely washed away and you melted at her smile.

“It helped?” You whispered.

“Better than I imagined. Was that ok for you too? I didn’t do anything that made you unconformable did I?”

“No. It was nice.” You said, licking your sore lip.

“Nice?” She teased.

“I - it. It was good, Nat. Really good, but I didn’t want it to be about me.”

“It was about the both of us, detka. You’re the most important person in my life. I know that this was to help me gain back control and it did, but during I just really wanted to make you feel good. Like it felt for me.”

“I didn’t know it would feel like that.” You said.

“Neither did I. I thought I was going to cum just making you cum. Hearing you beg was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

You blushed, trying to duck your head into the pillow but her hand stopped you.

“I um- it made me realize a few things about myself.”

“It made me realize a few things too.” She mumbled.

“Like what?”

“That you’ve been more than just my best friend for a long time.”

Natasha looked at you with so much love it made your heart ache. You felt the same and wondered why it took you both so long to get here.

“Can I kiss you?” She asked.

You melted at the shy look in her eyes and nodded not being able to speak.

Her lips were soft as they melded to yours. You wrapped your arm around her waist pulling her closer to you as she deepened the kiss. She was soft and gentle as she cradled you in her arms. Taking her time as she explored your mouth with her tongue.

When you both pulled back to breathe, Natasha looked at you shyly.

“Um, can we do that again when I have another nightmare?” She asked.

“Nat, you can control me whenever you’d like.”

She smiled brightly kissing you softly before laying on her back to pull you into her arms.

“You’re calling off training tomorrow. I’m going to hold you for as long as I want and if Tony has a problem with it I’ll dismantle his suit again.”

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Too Important

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, a little bit of angst if you squint hard enough, fluff.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: This was a little hard for me to write but I poured my heart and soul into it so I hope everyone loves it. :)

You met Natasha in your first mission as a SHIELD agent. It felt surreal to say the least.

You looked up to her from the very first minute because she made every move, every ability and every skill look easier than it actually was. You'd pay attention to her every move, all in adoration.

She must've noticed it, because she started passing by you in the SHIELD corridors and immediately send a sweet smile your way.

You wished you were more like her.

You quickly became acquainted to each other. You were always training together, talking, laughing, her hand would would place itself on your biceps whenever you made a bad joke, you even went as far as thinking she was flirting with you.

She became more active at the compound, in the training room at the same time you were. She'd watch your every move in adoration just like you did to her.

She'd be up at 4am everyday, and you grew a habit of waking up as early as she did so you would have breakfast together because you didn't know when you would see each other again throughout the day.

Natasha felt appreciated, you were certainly not a morning person, but you'd make an effort just to see her, and she'd kiss your cheek with a small smile and begin her chores for the day, it almost felt like nothing could defeat her.

That was until you had looked at her SHIELD files at the first opportunity you had and you found out she had a story that led up to her becoming a Black Widow.

You ended up knowing more about her hard infancy, about her mother, about the Red Room, all about her missions... you became aware of what they had done to every widow to make them more efficient, making you red, you had fumed in anger.

And you thought that maybe the only thing that could actually defeat her was her own past.

Sometimes it was hard to notice it. her eyes never stopped glowing, but if you squinted hard enough, she would let you see the tiredness in them.

One day, the only time you saw her was late at night in the showers, right after she finished training. She was in her gym clothes, sweaty and hair all over the place, you still loved the sight. She stood quietly, head staring at the wall in front of her when she thought no one was there. Her eyes held a weary look, a sigh following behind.

You had wondered: what if things had turned out differently for her, what if she had had a partner, kids, a mom and a dad, what if she wasn't a avenger, what if she didn't wish so badly to wipe the red out of her ledger... who would she really be?

Just a few moments went by and her eyes soon followed yours, her spy sense never faltering. Her look went from weary to hard at the sight of someone there, quickly realizing it was you, she dropped the façade and gave you a small smile telling you to come in. 'Hey... what're you up to?'

'Oh nothing, I was passing by and I saw you... you okay?' Worried was evident in your tone and in your eyes too. Her smile faltering just a bit and coming back just as quickly, you would've never noticed it if you weren't a spy.

'Yeah, I'm alright, just a bit tired' it was an obvious lie.

You had spent so much time with Natasha that lying to you was becoming a harder task to do, like her walls weren't as up, she was becoming more human around you and you loved it.

You placed your arms on top of her shoulders and brought her in for a hug, gently placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Stunned, she took a minute to hug you back, but once she did, she squeezed you in her arms and pressed a kiss to you neck making you shiver.

'Well, I'm glad everything's okay. I just worried. You're too important.'

You let her go and the look she gave you made you believe she didn't really think she was important. It was almost a melancholic sight. Eyes seemingly off in an unknown insecurity you had never seen in anyone before. You felt the need to bring her back to your arms but you held back.

She nodded and looked at you then. Kissed you on the cheek and went back to the showers taking her clothes off, a small gasp coming from you and a smirk in her lips, eyes still prominent on you as she undressed.

You were never prepared to see her naked, not when just in previous minutes her eyes held a saddest gaze you've ever seen. But she had a naughty smirk on her face and you wondered if what she was doing was one of her many Black Widow moves.

But you forgot all about it when she placed her plump limps on yours. She didn't particularly taste like anything but her mouth screamed neediness and want, even more when she placed you gently against the wall and made you touch her nude breasts that were displayed for you and you only.

It made you feel things, you knew your panties were a mess, and deep down you knew it was wrong; she was deflecting her insecurities and sadness on what she was doing to you, but all you could think about was her hands all over the place... when she lifted her leg up and placed it on your waist... how it felt when you knee came in direct contact with her womanhood, when you realized how wet she was and how turned on you were.

You made her come thrice then, before showering together and finally parting ways to your respective rooms after a chaste kiss. You knew you wanted to be with her and she knew that too. Was it a Black Widow move?

She became distant after that, much to your dismay. You had noticed the subtle bags under her eyes whenever she was up for breakfast, but you weren't brave enough to ask her what had happened, you didn't want to come off as selfish, to think that the reason she looked smaller was just because of you. Maybe life had gotten in the way, so you gave her space.

Maybe that had been the wrong move; you found out later through a co-worker that Natasha had been having a fling with another agent, someone who took her for granted and bragged to all of his friends that he had been with the "hottest, dirtiest chick in the game". It had brought tears to your eyes once you heard it but you never let them fall. You felt betrayed, thinking you and Natasha had something special. You realized all along it was only one of her Black Widow moves.

You didn't know how to approach her, how sad she looked having dinner by herself one night, you felt bad, you thought that it wasn't her fault if she had lead you on, maybe it had never been her intention.

She looked at you, tears in her eyes, but she did the opposite of what you did, she let them fall. She had been broken a long time ago, before becoming an avenger. She had been broken at birth.

She looked younger with a pout between her lips and a frown, 'Am I still too important to you?'

You sighed and this time you didn't hold back from bringing her into your arms. You had whispered she was more important than anything you've ever had. She had sobbed on your shoulder saying she was sorry.

'What are you sorry for?'

'I was scared. I never had someone care so much for me, please tell me you still do' voice as small as an ant, head now cuddled into your neck.

'I do' her arms grasped your waist tigher.

You were wrong, it has never only been a Black Widow move, Natasha Romanoff had you and you had her too.

The Blind Date - Series

gif creds: @lcufeysons

Summary: Hilarity and a whirlwind adventure ensues when your best friend Sam sets you up on a blind date.

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pulling your lover closer by the waistband

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 633

[100 Kisses Masterlist] // [Main Masterlist]

Moving out of the compound was one of the best decisions you ever made. 

Don’t get you wrong, you loved living with your friends. But after living under the same roof as seven superheroes for over five years, you were ready to rip out your hair. From interrupted date nights to the lack of personal space, all you wanted was some peace and quiet every once and a while. 

So when you and Natasha finally tied the knot last year, she brought you out to a lakeside house, surprising you with two matching sets of keys. 

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the holidays with older!nat

it’s you i’m thinking of

you spend your first christmas away from your girlfriend, and the older woman has a bad habit of teasing the fuck outta you

warnings: older!nat x younger!shy!innocent!reader, age gap relationships, phone sex, guided masturbation, and not proofreading.

merry christmas and happy holidays everyone! 🎄

With the phone against your ear, you attempted to keep your focus situated on the movie that was playing on your TV. Home Alone, the movie playing, a sort of homage to you and your girlfriend’s favourite movie and the redhead’s current holiday situation.

Through the speaker, your phone rang once, twice, then thrice before Natasha picked up. With her voice soft and gentle, you couldn’t help but smile at the sound of it. Your whole face aching with glee as you listened to your girlfriend greet you in tow.

“Hey, baby.”

You bit your lip in suppressing a smirk. Instead, you dawned your focus as you twirled the strings of your sweatpants around a finger.

“Hi, Tasha, how are you?”

“Good. I just woke up from a nap.” She hummed in content, slumber evident in her tone as she sounded every bit sultry and rough.

You frowned at the revelation. “Oh, I hope I didn’t wake you up. I’m sorry, Natty...”

Almost as if you could visualize it, the shake of her head as she sat up straight against her bed, you heard the creaking noise as Natasha rose up.

“You didn’t, baby. You’re okay. I’ve been napping for like three hours now. You were perfect timing.” You could hear the grin on her lips by her tone and in tow, it had you smiling to yourself like a nearly sane person.

But when the echo of your TV made the loneliness all too real, a frown lined your lips in return. You couldn’t help but sigh audibly against the phone, your guilt and shame wrecking through you despite Natasha’s words.

“I wish I could be there with you. Christmas isn’t the same without you here, Tasha.”

“I know, baby,” the redhead shared the same disappointment present in your tone, and while the situation was way out of your control, your feelings of misery was still ever present for the both of you. “I wish I was beside you right now. I’ve been stuck with Stark and his annoying ass family. I just want to hear your voice.”

You nodded at her words, smiling to yourself as you unconsciously watched the movie play on. Your lips widened at the thought and you almost couldn’t wait to tell Natasha about your day.

“I thought about you today, Natty.”

“Mmh, yeah? What about?”

The implication was present in her tone and the way your girlfriend’s voice fell like sweet, frozen honey made your legs clench together and body shiver in need.

You licked your lips just as you did, trying to pursue the facade you had, resisting Natasha and her lustful advances, but however much you did, the older woman was a hot redhead that everyone coveted.

With striking silken red hair, and creamy pale skin that reached over the miles of her legs, she was the catch everyone wanted. Both men and women, you were somehow lucky enough to have the older woman all to yourself.

“I-Um... It was a silly idea. I don’t think it’s appropriate.” You shook your head at the reminded thought. The idea motivated by lust, and in the evident unfulfilled needs from your girlfriend.

And now, the older woman had your cheeks warm in embarrassment and legs pressed together as attempted to coax the thought from you.

“Nothing is inappropriate when it comes to me. Cmon, tell me. I’m curious to what little naughty thoughts go on in that pretty head of yours, baby.”

You huffed, eyes up to the ceiling of your childhood bedroom before you were hesitant to speak your truth.

“I don’t know, I thought it would be a good idea. I thought I looked good today—”

“Oh, I bet you did, sweetheart.”

“Tasha...”

Natasha laughed across the phone, her chuckle loud as she found pleasure in teasing you on and on without remorse. “I’m sorry, baby. Continue.”

“I thought I looked good today. So, I don’t know, I wanted to send you an inappropriate photo.”

Natasha grinned at your words, but the game of teasing you has been so fun, she just couldn’t let it go. She was hoping your cheeks were just firing up the way it did when she teased you.

“A what photo?”

She heard you sigh through the phone, evidently embarrassed and quite obvious to what Natasha was asking.

“You know, those kinds of photo.”

Natasha hummed in faux query, feigning oblivion to your implications of photos.

“Oh, I’m not quite sure what those enquire, my love.”

A groan vibrated through the call, your frustrations evident as you spoke. “You know what I mean, Natty. You know? Nudes. Pictures of me... naked, I think.”

“You think?”

Your eyes shut close, the embarrassment rushing through your veins as you silently kick your feet against your bed.

“Uh, I don’t know. I’ve never sent pictures of myself like that before, I guess. It was just me topless. Nothing special.”

Natasha laughs at your words, the innocence and timidity of your tone. She’s ever wondered how you even found your way through such harsh world. The older woman ever nearly feels bad for her own seniority over you.

A woman like her, nearing late thirties, she shook her head of the thoughts and smiled at your coyness. She didn’t need that negativity mixed with all the frustration present in both of your lives.

Instead, Natasha called your name softly and caught your attention. “Did you send it, sweetheart?”

You shook your head at her question, only for the realization to settle in that she wasn’t able to see you at all.

“No, I thought it would’ve distracted you at work.”

The redhead chuckled once again and it had your cheeks firing up in embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sure that your tiny little body would’ve been a distraction.” Natasha paused for a moment as she settled into the silence. “Can I see the photo?”

Your eyes widened and lips parted at her question, surprised that she actually wanted to see it. Granted, your girlfriend hasn’t had much sex with you ever since the holidays and now that the both of you were away from each other for the first time, your needs grew and so did the older woman’s.

“I deleted it, Natty. I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would actually want—”

“Don’t apologize, my love.” You smiled at her words and fell deeper into your pillow. “Can you turn on your camera for me?”

You scrambled to hold your phone properly, with Natasha on speaker, you attempted to find the button to switch it to FaceTime. When you did and the screen loaded, you were greeted by the face of your lovely lover.

“There you are, baby.” Natasha’s smile was still ever so vibrant despite the din lighting of her bedroom. Only a part of her face was slightly illuminated, you guessed that she had a lamp on, ever so faint and dim, you could still see every freckle on her pale face.

“Hi, Natty. I’ve missed you.”

You grinned giddily at your girlfriend, bottom lip rolled between teeth, while you practically bat your lashes at her.

“You look pretty like this, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes at her compliment. Natasha had always been your number one supporter no matter what. You suppose that’s what you adored about her, her presence, and her wonderful elegance even when she drew the spotlight onto you.

“You can’t even see me properly.”

She hummed in disagreement. “I think your fairy lights are doing a great job of illuminating your face.”

With a giggle, you buried your face into your duvet. Natasha on the other end was grinning from ear to ear as she watched the whole thing play, her chest beating out of her chest at the sight of you.

“What’re you doing right now, baby?”

You watched her adjust herself on her bed, then reach for something out of frame. When she returned, there was a glass in front of her as she took a generous sip of red wine.

“Just layin in bed. Y’know, talking to you.”

“Alone, I hope?”

You bit your lip in tow to her question. The implication present in your girlfriend’s tone making your cheeks heat up. But softly, you spoke.

“Everyone’s asleep.”

You heard her set the glass of wine down. The sound of rustling echoing through your earbuds as Natasha moves against her bedsheets.

“That’s good, baby,” you watched as her tongue made an appearance and lick her lips, her green eyes were so oddly prominent you couldn’t help but be intimidated. “Can you do me a favour? Just for tonight? You can say no if you don’t want to.”

“Anything, Natty.”

Her smile widened and you watched in anticipation for her next request.

“Can you touch yourself for me tonight?”

You froze in your bed, eyes wide and cheeks hot and fiery to the touch. It was so undeniably silent that even Natasha froze in doubt.

When you swallowed your shame and found the voice to speak, you looked at your girlfriend through your phone in embarrassment.

“You know I always touch myself because of you.”

Natasha’s smile was evident and almost laughable when she realize that you weren’t understanding what she had been asking.

The redhead bit her cherry stained lips and shook her head with a chuckle. “Can you touch yourself for me through the phone? Thinking of me just as always?”

“Natty...”

She saw the embarrassment on your face and she shook her head in disagreement. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, sweetheart. I can always wait for when you get back from the holidays.”

“No, it’s just that,” you turned away from the phone with a pursed lip, “I— I’ve never done anything... like that before.”

“That’s okay, baby,” Natasha smile encouragingly at you and your features softened at her face, “You want me to help you?”

You nodded meekly, shy and filled with guilt.

Natasha hummed, her lips wide with a grin as she moved around her bed to her comfortable. You were already aching in need and Natasha could tell with the way you nervously bit your lip in anticipation for her response.

“Can you put your hand under your shorts?”

“Okay...”

Nervously, you parted your legs, just as Natasha watched through the screen, you sighed a shaky breath when you felt yourself soaking through your panties.

“Do you feel yourself, baby?”

You nodded with your bottom lip stuck between teeth. “It’s sticky down there.”

Natasha couldn’t help but blush at your response. Despite being older and being experienced, your shy response has the older woman blushing with excitement. The idea that you’re greatly starved has her core shaking and aching for relief.

“You’re wet, baby.” She hummed softly, “Do I make you wet, honey?”

You nodded.

“I need you here so bad, Natty. I miss you.”

“Oh, baby,” the older woman threw her head back with a frown, with her neck exposed to the camera, you hissed at the sight and whined with lust, “I miss you so much more. God, those videos of you aren’t enough anymore.”

Breathless, you spoke with a grin. “I suppose we can always make more?”

“Fuck me,” Natasha clicked her tongue when she shook her head. Her eyes went dark and you giggled at her reaction. “You’re going to get me in so much trouble with this phone bill, aren’t you?”

Playfully, you frowned. “I supposed you don’t want to see me like this anymore?” Natasha watched as you sat the phone up against a pillow, her view is now of that between your legs with your hand buried deep into your shorts.

With the straps of your tiny camisole and despite the shitty fairy lights that illuminated your room, she could see the way your perked nipples pressed against the cotton top.

“Goddamnit, baby.” The redhead shook her head with a sigh, while you licked your lip as your hand sawed back and forth under your shorts.

You could tell Natasha was getting inpatient with the way a scowl presented itself on her face and she made sure to voice it as she adjusted herself once more on her bed.

“Take your shorts off, princess. I want to see this sweet pussy.”

Your cheeks flush warm at her words, considering your girlfriend has never been this vocal about such sexual behaviour as she knew your lack of experience and such shyness, the word fell like curses.

Nevertheless, you followed her demands and lifted your bottoms off the bed just enough to slip the shorts off. Teasingly, you left yourself in your panties and kept your legs parted so your girlfriend could see the prominent wet spot on where you touched yourself.

“I said take it off, baby.”

You gave your girlfriend a frown. “I’m shy, Natty.”

“Don’t make me ask again.”

With a whine, you followed her demands. Your slender fingers hooked itself underneath the band of your underwear before you tugged them off gently from your legs.

But you kept your legs closed in embarrassment, ever so prominent in the way you fluttered and batted your lashes.

“My shy little girl,” you smiled at Natasha’s words. “Look how wet you are, baby, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

With a nod, you sighed and threw your head in pure lust. To say you missed your girlfriend was an understatement. You craved her so much that the simple thought of her kissing you, holding your hand, or merely pecking your cheek had your head in a daze.

“All for you, Natty...”

Subconsciously, your own hand travelled between your legs, and as it did, your body danced to its own accord and parted your legs in tow for your wandering hand.

Natasha’s hum vibrated against the phone when she watched you slip your delicate fingers between sodden lips. Your cunt deliciously parted with it wetting the length of your finger, and you felt the wetness of it just under the pads of your finger.

Just as softly, you circled your clit, that swollen little thing, right under your fingertips as you swirled your hand with a sigh.

The room was undeniably quiet and you knew that Natasha was touching herself just as much as you were. While tipsy on the red wine she was drinking, you knew your absence was affecting her much more.

Her whimper flooded your ears and it challenged you to quicken your own pace. You watched as Natasha settled her phone on her nightstand, and as she did, you were now able to see the upper half of her body laid against her bed. Her tank top pushed up just enough that you could see the curves of her breasts and the tone muscles of her abs, all the while she had her own hand buried under her shorts.

“Natty...”

Even out of the frame, you knew she had that gentle smile on her lips as she spoke back to your call.

“I’m here, baby,” you sighed at her voice, “keep touching your pussy for mommy, keep going, hon.”

You fastened your pace and as you did, a whiny moan left your lips. Your sawing hand was sloppy and careless and even despite it all, Natasha was enjoying the view of you rubbing yourself for her.

She merely imagine it was her hand that was doing the job, the only thing is, she would’ve probably shoved her fingers inside of your drooling cunt minutes before. She was an impatient thing and as she called for your name in the heat of the moment, she knew what she wanted from you next.

“Shove your fingers inside, baby.”

You froze in place and your legs clenched on instinct. You even looked at the camera as if she could see you. “What?”

“Pretend it’s my fingers. Just think of me.”

A giggle fell from you as you shook your head.

“It’s always you I’m thinking of.”

She hummed. “Cmon, darling. I wanna see you fill your cunt. Stretch it out for me before I come back, yeah?”

“Okay...”

Both cautiously and hesitantly, with a lip between teeth, your fingers dropped and travelled south. Between your wetness and your arousal, you teased your entrance for show for your girlfriend.

The sight made her groan as her hand worked faster. You whimper when you slipped that first finger inside, despite delicate and thin fingers, you were tight just the way your girlfriend liked it.

“Natty,” your desperate call for your girlfriend let her know you were close, and with the way Natasha knew you, she was more than well aware just she mimicked your actions.

“I know, baby,” her chest heaved in tow, “I want you to come for me, okay? Fuck yourself harder, cmon.”

You threw your head back and with a quickened pace, you reached your high with a squeal leaving your lips. Natasha’s end was any better, the woman was heaving in response, and as the two of you finished in sync, the both of you moaned for each other’s presence.

“Natty, it’s too much.”

Just as Natasha’s hand slowed down to a stop, she sighed when she pulled her hand and sodden fingers out from her shorts. She knew you were watching and when she neared the camera and licked her saturated finger, she heard your whimper.

“You did so well for me, baby.” She took the phone back into her hand and laid comfortably against the headboard. “‘S alright now, baby. You can relax.”

When you did, all the while laid on your bed naked, you smiled rather lazily when you took back the phone. Your lover was looking back at you with reddened cheeks and the embarrassment settled in to your bones when you realized what you had just done.

“We just did that...”

Natasha grinned.

“Mmh, and you were so good for me, baby.”

“Natty... Don’t say things like that.”

The redhead shrugged. “I’m just stating facts. Although, I will need to see the live action version when I do come back.”

“You’re insatiable, Natty.”

“Only for you, my love.”

“I must be special then.”

Natasha nodded. “Oh, yes. Very.”

You both shared a grin which yours softly became a smile. The silence was comforting as the two of you stared at each other until someone broke the ice.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

Your eyes twinkled when you looked up and saw the clock on your wall strike the twelve. You turned back to Natasha with a glimmer in your gaze. Even despite the time difference and that it had been Christmas for her three hours ago, you were in awe at how your girlfriend made you all goey.

“Merry Christmas, Natty,” you sunk your head down into your pillow and purred her name, “I love you.”

Natasha’s lip twitched. “I love you most.”

Peacefully, your eyes carefully fluttered closed. Natasha then knew it was time for her to give you your rest, no matter how much longer she wanted to speak to you, the sight of you sleeping wonderfully set her heart ablaze.

“See you soon, baby.”

Mom Nat and Dad Bucky notice their daughter is very stressed from school and they take it upon themselves to relax her and make her feel good :)

warnings: INCEST, mom!nat x dad!bucky x daughter!reader, slight cuckholding, and oral sex.

DO NOT READ if this triggers you. Your media consumption is your responsibility.

With his head between her legs, the redhead threw her own back in pleasure as the super soldier gave her cunt a languid lick. She was nearing to her finish just as both Natasha and Bucky heard their front door slam shut in surprise.

Bucky pulled away from his wife and shared a look, their heads both turning to the sound before they stood up and pulled down Natasha’s dress.

“Honey?” Natasha peaked her head into the room, worry evident in her tone just as she saw you laid stomach flat against your king size bed.

“Babydoll, you alright?” Bucky’s deep voice boomed through and just to respond, you kicked your legs in town with a cry erupting from your lips against your pillow.

The two rushed to your bed and sat on the edge, both opposite to each other as Natasha held a hand to your back and rubbed it softly.

Still in your uniform, your skirt rode up as you kicked your legs, screaming and groaning in frustration. Both your father and mother caught sight of the white undies you sported and Natasha couldn’t help but even blush at the sight.

“Is it school, bunny?”

You nodded in tow and the two Russians looked at each other with sorrow, the guilt present on their faces just as Bucky sighed.

“I have so many things to do,” you sat up properly this time and was met by your parent’s concerned faces. “Papers, reports, extracurricular. It’s too much...”

They frowned at your concern, worried for your health, both physically and mentally. Natasha shook her head at your words and inched towards you onto the bed. With a hand tilting your head up, she leaned close and closed the gap between the two of you.

“Natalia—” Bucky was shushed with a finger from his wife and as much as he adored the image in front of him, he zipped his mouth closed.

Your eyes went wide in surprise at the touch and taste of your mother’s tongue. While her kiss was soft and gentle, it was firm and driven as her hand drew your head closer.

She only pulled for a moment to breathe, a grin present on her face when she turned to her husband.

“Well? Don’t just stand there with your dick hard. Help me out.”

Missing in Action

Natasha x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 700

Notes: Last drabble of the night in the NEB universe.

You’re not sure what has you more stressed the crying baby in front of you or the fact that your wife is not home yet. You’ve called Natasha twice now to see when she’d be home from her mission and she hasn’t picked up either time. You should be used to it by now. You know how it goes. She’s home when she can be. She’s stopped taking longer missions after you had Ryan but this was a pressing matter. An alien attack of some sort. She’s in another country - last you heard Norway. She told you on her last phone call a week ago. She talked your ear off about how much you should visit and how much she misses you. She promised she wouldn’t miss Ryan’s first Christmas for the world. She wants to be there when he opens his presents. She wants to see the snow with you. Just like she does every year.

She promises to be home until she can’t be. It’s the procedure. She’s gone ghost as you like to call it. No calls, no texts, and certainly no emails. It’s a part of her job. It’s important to her. Sometimes you think more important than you.

No. You shake your head free of those intrusive thoughts. They’re frequent these days. The negative thoughts. Sometimes your mind plays tricks on you. Telling you you’re not worthy of Natasha’s love. You’re not worthy of anyone’s love. Some days you can’t get out of bed only opting to feed Ryan and play with him for as long as you can stand it. You feel like you’re drowning and the only person to talk to is unreachable. The only person that can drive away those dark thoughts and insecurities isn’t here. It hurts, even more, to think about.

Ryan is crying again for what seems like the fifth hour in a row. He just won’t stop. He’s teething. You know he’s in pain but nothing you do works. Not cold compresses, not Orajel on his gums, none of the remedies you read online. It seems the only thing that even remotely calms him is being in your arms and you can’t get anything done with him screaming in your ear. It’s a frustrating feeling as a first-time mom. He’s sitting across from you, clean, dry, seemingly tired but unwilling to fall asleep. You sit looking at him with your phone in one hand and a teething ring in the other. Your back is pressed against the couch, your knees are drawn to your chest, as you simply watch him. His face is angry and red. He wants your comfort but you can’t give it to him.

For a moment, you zone out. Life before marriage, before the baby, before everything was simpler. There was no one depending on you. There wasn’t that feeling of emptiness deep inside you. Natasha didn’t believe you when you told her. She told you sometimes these things take time. When would that be? You didn’t feel a connection to the baby boy sitting there. You didn’t feel that instant love like she did. You never wanted to admit it but sometimes you wondered how you did it. You’re supposed to love him. You do love him. Why didn’t it feel the same? Every time you looked at him you felt that resentment boil inside of you. Babies were supposed to be happy things. You had been so thrilled to find out you were pregnant. Why didn’t any of this feel right?

Postpartum depression. You’ve researched it well enough to think you have the symptoms but you can’t right now. Thinking about it makes it real and you don’t want it to be real. It’s a sign of weakness and you won’t show it. Now when all he has right now is you. Your feelings didn’t matter. You crawl the few feet across the floor to place Ryan on your lap. He rubs his face across your shirt as he sobs even louder. He’s in pain and you can’t even do anything to make it better.

You wish Natasha were here. She always knows what to do. She knows how to make him feel better. She is a better mother than you could ever be and you both know it.

“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me,” You whisper to the top of his head as you finally let the tears you’ve been holding fall.

Period Pains

Natasha x Reader

Notes: Made this because I'm in bed wishing I had a girlfriend to come cuddle me

Word Count: 1k

You can feel the disappointment settled deeply in your bones the moment you wake up. The unsettling feeling low in your abdomen causes you to sigh. It’s a frustrating feeling and you should be used to it by now. Yet it never seems to stop bothering you. You reach across the bed to feel for Natasha only to be met with nothing. She must be out training. You sit up slowly, hoping to ease the pain in your belly, as you try to wake up enough to go to the bathroom. Another month. Another week of pain. You plant your feet on the ground, hands pressed against the bed, as you push yourself to a standing position. You shuffle the few feet across the room to reach the bathroom. You reach under the bathroom sink to find a sanitary napkin before dropping down onto the toilet seat. You swipe at the tears in your eyes at the sight of blood in your panties. It shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn't be this way. Deciding that you feel icky, a shower is the only way to get you feeling decent enough.

You stand again, flushing the toilet behind you before walking over to the shower. You turn it to the hottest setting you can stand before tossing the panties and your sleep shorts into the nearby hamper. You wait for the water to heat up before stepping under the shower. You can barely stand and everything feels unstable. Your head hurts, your breasts are tender, your legs feel shaky beneath you. You make quick work of cleaning yourself, hoping to alleviate some of the pain in your lower back as the water rains down on you.

Natasha will be home soon. Then she can come and lay with you. All you want is Tasha.

You step out of the shower to wrap yourself in a towel rushing to your bedroom to put on a pair of panties and the sanitary napkin. You’re not even going to try tampons. No matter how many times people recommend it having something inside of you seems to hurt. So you stick to pads. It’s a simple step and you toss the wrapper in the trash. You avoid looking at yourself in the mirror. Everything hurts. You try not to think too hard as you reach inside of the medicine cabinet for extra strength Midol. The only thing that makes periods bearable for you. You pop open the packaging, pushing the pills into your mouth, before turning on the sink. You cup your hands under the running water to sip the water. It’s enough for you to swallow and you do so with a frown.

Giving one final glance to the bathroom to make sure it’s clean, you rush back into your bedroom. You dig through Natasha’s drawer for one of her oversized t-shirts. It used to be Clint’s but now it’s hers. It smells like her laundry detergent and it brings you comfort while you wait for her. You stretch it over your head straightening it down your body. You don’t care about pants right now. It would only annoy you to have the fabric over your sensitive skin right now. You crawl into the middle of the bed pulling the covers over your head. You just want to sleep.

You don’t realize that you actually do fall asleep until Natasha is brushing her fingers along your face. She whispers for you to wake up and you do with a whimper. The pain comes back at you full force as you blink your eyes open.

“Hey, J.A.R.V.I.S. informed me you weren’t feeling well,” She speaks in a hushed tone. Her brows knit with concern and she gestures to the tea and hot water bottle sitting on the nightstand. “I brought reinforcements.” She says.

“Yeah,” You whimper again tears shining in your eyes now. “Hold me?” You ask. You don’t care how you look. You’re in pain and you want her. Natasha doesn’t hesitate to crawl into bed. You lift, waiting expectantly for her to find a good position, and that’s when you notice what she’s wearing. A simple black tank top, no bra, and biker shorts. She must have showered when she got here. She pulls you into her arms as she lies against the pillows. She reaches with her left hand to grab the hot water bottle pressing it against your back. You flinch slightly before sighing in relief at your aching muscles fighting against the heat.

“You got your period?” She guesses and you nod against her collarbone. She kisses the top of your head. She knows the first few days of your period leave you practically bedridden. She rubs her thumb soothingly against your bare arm under the sleeve of your shirt. You listen to her breathing for a few seconds finding the constant beating almost lullaby-like.

“I’m sorry, Tasha.” You say suddenly. “It’s not fair.” You press your face further into her body clutching her shirt between your fingers as another wave of cramps hits you. She knows what you mean.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” She soothes. “We can try again.” She promises. “If you want. Only if you want.” She says. She’s so understanding. She’s always so understanding with you. You close your eyes, trusting her to keep you safe, as you try to relax.

Natasha’s hand that had been rubbing your arm travels down your body and under your t-shirt. She reaches just slightly under the waistband of your panties, pausing her fingers when you tense under her. You’re sensitive but you nod against her to continue. She presses just slightly on the skin there. Right, where you feel the most pain. She massages gently and you whine. Her touches are gentle and caring as she tries to alleviate some of the pain you’re feeling. It seems to be working as you feel the muscles under her fingers relax just slightly.

“I love you,” You whisper to her.

“I love you too,” She whispers back.

Moon Song ➺ N. R.

Summary: It’s hard not to feel like Nat hates you – maybe it’s because you’re not good enough.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 696

Warnings: Self-doubt, swearing, angst with a happy ending :)

A/N: This fic was inspired by “Moon Song,” by Phoebe Bridgers.

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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.

These Hands of Yours Pt. 2

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, talks of therapy and allat, bruises, anxiety and whatnot

Summary: Can you forgive Natasha after she attacks you in her sleep?

A/N: again, a very rushed ending bc I literally never know how to end anything. even essays, corny ass ending.

Part 1

The sun shining through your window was what woke you up the next morning. When you opened your eyes you were met with Natasha’s green eyes that were a little puffy from last night. Her hand was still tightly intertwined with yours, her thumb rubbing you softly.

“Hi.” She whispered out quietly. You could finally see her features perfectly with the sunlight now covering the whole room instead of the moonlight. You watched as her gaze traveled down to your neck, and the events of last night flooded through your brain. You tensed up, and Natasha noticed.

“Good morning.” You replied in the same tone. You looked at everything but her, knowing that you would break down if you continued to look at her. Tears were unwilling pooling in your eyes, and you felt Natasha squeeze your hand.

“Baby,” she said in a pleading voice. “It’s okay. You can let it out now, Y/n.” You closed your eyes and shook your head, unable to speak any words due to the lump forming in your throat. “Can you look at me, please?”

A sob escaped from your lips at her comforting tone. Her voice soft and reassuring which is exactly what you needed to finally let go.

“I was s- so scared, Nat.” She pulled you into her chest, holding you closely as you cried and vented. “I- I thought t-that you were upset with me about earlier,” She closed her eyes as more tears formed in them, guilt flooding through her body.

“A-and then when I realized you weren’t yourself I was even m-more scared. You weren’t responding and I tried so hard to- I didn’t know what to do.” With all of the talking and crying you were gasping for air at this point, and Natasha sat the both of you up.

“I- couldn’t… I didn’t, Nat.” You were still crying and hyperventilating. She held your face in her hands, forcing you to look at her.

“Y/n. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, detka, but I need you to try and breathe, okay?” Natasha grabbed your hands and placed them on her chest, hers going back to hold your head in place. “Follow my breathing, detka. You can do it.”

You copied Natasha. Breathing in when she did, and out. It took a few minutes for you to finally calm down enough, being reduced to whimpers and sniffles. You were still breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath when you spoke up again.

“I didn’t know what to do, well I couldn’t do anything.” Your eyes drifted down to the bed sheets. “One of your hands was holding both of mine down until I slipped one out.” Natasha closed her eyes and brought you closer to her, kissing your forehead before resting it against hers.

“I am so, so sorry I put you through that, detka. I’m so sorry.” Tears were streaming down your face as you nodded at her. “I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you, okay?”

You shook your head and opened your mouth to tell Natasha that she didn’t need to do that, but she cut you off before you could speak.

“It wasn’t up for debate, Y/n.” You looked at her and only saw love mixed with guilt in her eyes, her hands hovering over you as if she was scared to break you. The ever so caring Natasha Romanoff here in front of you would never intentionally hurt you, and you knew that.

“I uh… I’m still a bit shaken up.” You mumbled out.

“Talk to me.” She demanded gently. By now you were both sitting face to face with your legs crossed on the bed. Her hands were on your knees while you played with yours in your lap.

“Well,” you gestured to your neck and shook your head, Natasha nodded in understanding. She knew when to push you to talk, and when to wait patiently for you to open up. For now she would do the latter.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before your stomach grumbled. You groaned out of embarrassment and put your face in your hands. Natasha laughed lightly.

“I’ll go make breakfast. Is that okay?.” Natasha said while patting your legs. You nodded at her and smiled softly. She kissed your forehead and she hovered over your lips before pulling away. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” You answered her by pulling her back towards you, your lips connecting with hers in a soft kiss. She smiled when the kiss ended.

“I’ll be back. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You watched as she walked out of the bedroom, and the tension released from your body. You went to the bathroom to clean yourself up and your chest tightened at the sight of your neck. A dark red and purple mark where Natasha’s hand pressed against you was present, and you knew there was no way you could hide it from anyone.

You sighed and got ready for the day.

In the kitchen, Natasha was leaning on the counter with her head in her hands. She was beating herself up for allowing the stress to consume her to the point where she hurt you. In more ways than one. She thought back to how she snapped at you, and let you fall asleep alone. Natasha thought back to how scared and small you looked when you backed away from her after she had choked you. Tears were streaming down her face as she tried to suppress her sobs.

“Nat?” She straightened up her posture at the sound of your voice and busied herself with grabbing food out of the fridge. She turned around when she heard your footsteps get louder, and she melted at the sight of you in her hoodie and sweats. They were both a bit big on you, but neither of you minded.

“Yes, detka?” She asked as she set the food on the counter. She started to get bowls and pans out as you sat down on a stool at the counter.

“You need any help with anything? I can make the eggs while you do the pancakes?” You asked hopefully, but hesitantly. Your anxiety was telling you that you didn’t want to upset her again. You watched as she sighed and your heart dropped. Her demeanor the same as last night when she snapped at you while working.

“Are you sure you’re okay to be around me?” All of your worries washed away after hearing her small voice. You realized she wasn’t mad at you, but at herself. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, and clenched your fist to stop your hands from shaking.

“I- Yes. Natasha I’m okay to be around you.” She just shook her head.

“I can read you like a book you know?” She crossed her arms and looked at you softly. “I can see how on edge you are right now, and I don’t want you to feel like that around me.” You stayed silent. “Y/n, if you need space then I think you should take it.”

You fiddled with your hands and stared at your lap. You knew she was right. The whole situation was making your anxiety go crazy, and you didn’t want to feel like that around her either. Of course, deep down you know that she would never intentionally harm you, but your mind wasn’t letting it go so easily.

“I think…” You started and kept your gaze low. “I think you’re right, but I don’t want to break up.” You could see her move closer in the corner of your eye, and you looked up at her when she was in front of you.

“We’re not breaking up, baby.” She whispered out. Your eyes locked with hers as she cupped your cheeks with her cold hands. You leaned into her touch, the heat from your cheeks sending a wave of comfort through Natasha. “I just want you to be able to sleep with out having to worry about me. Maybe I can go stay at the compound for a bit.”

Tears were building in your eyes now, and she wiped them away. “What about the spare bedroom here?” You asked meekly.

“If that’s what you’re comfortable with.” She smiled when you nodded, and you found yourself doing the same. She leaned down and pressed her lips against yours softly but passionately. She pulled away and your eyes fluttered open when she cleared her throat. “I really am sorry about yesterday.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Natty, you were having a nightmare.” You frowned at her.

“No, not about that. Well, yes about that but no. I’m sorry for snapping at you. This mission is just bringing up a lot for me, and you were right I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” You were still sitting on the stool looking up at her, and you could tell she was about to cry again so you wrapped your arms around her and nuzzled your head into her stomach.

“I forgive you, just please talk to me instead next time. Or…” You trailed off not knowing how she was going to react with your next words.

“Or what?” She asked, her hands running through your hair and keeping your head on her.

“Or you could try therapy?” You felt her hands stop their actions. “I know you said you’ve went before, but if the job is pushing you to the point where you’re acting out in your sleep then maybe it’s time to go back.” She sighed and continued to flow her hands through your hair.

“You’re right. I’ll call Pepper to see if she knows any good ones, okay?” She felt you smile and nod against her stomach, your arms squeezing her a little tighter. “Now let’s get some food into your stomach before you go all Hangry Hulk on me.” You gasped and playfully shoved her away.

“You swore you would stop calling me Hangry Hulk!” You glared at the smirk on her face and crossed your arms. “Not funny.”

“That cute little angry face of yours is just proving my point, detka.” Your face burned and she laughed as she started on the food.

After Natasha called Pepper she told you that her therapy sessions with a Dr. Raynor starts next week. She told you that Dr. Raynor has helped Bucky and still does, so Pepper is sure that she can help Natasha as well. You told her how proud of her you were for trying, and that you were still there if she needed you to be.

The next three weeks were spent with Natasha sleeping in the guest room. She’s been meeting Dr. Raynor twice a week, and Natasha could physically feel the weight leaving her shoulders after ever session.

The fourth week you finally caved and snuck into the guest room when Natasha was asleep. You woke her up and asked her to hold you, and she did so without a second thought. Your mind and heart were finally on the same page about Natasha, your anxieties no longer consuming your every thought when you were around her.

The trust you had for Natasha was never gone, but it only wavered after that night. Now though, after weeks of reassuring, comforting, and chasing away each other’s fears, the two of you were better than ever.

And you still trusted her more than anything.

Y/n: when I was in 3rd grade, we had google earth on the computers. There was also a flight simulator and I would ask kids for their addresses. I would then show them the flight simulator and proceed to fly the plane into their house telling them I destroyed it remotely

Nat muttering: and I’m the bad guy

Natasha Romanoff ~ Pain

Natasha Romanoff X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 2,873

Includes: bondage, blindfold, masturbation, spanking, gagging, praise, fingering, edging, strap on, knife play (minor injury), overstimulation and oral

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Even with your sense heightened you couldn't hear a sound except your own shallow breathing. The blindold covering your eyes had left you to rely on your hearing while all you could see was darkness.

Having said that, your sense of touch seemed to have been sharpened, but that may have been down to having no clothes on. Natasha had pulled them all off you what seemed like centuries ago, leaving your skin hopeful to feel her touch.

Your wrists were beginning to sore from the tight rope holding them together above your head. They were secured to the metal bars at the top of the bed and ensured restricted movements from your hands.

Your ankles had a similar fate and were tied down to each of the bedposts, leaving your legs spread wide open for your girlfriend.

You lay on your stomach with your ass in the air and your head to the side, leaving the silky sheets against your cheek. Your girlfriend knew you felt vulnerable in such a position, something that was definetly a turn on, yet had never left you alone in that state before.

You could only imagine the teasing Natasha had planned for you. She knew all of your kinks, as you did hers, and she was more than willing to try most of them. But there was one she had been promising to do for so long you had come to assume it would never happen.

You were interrupted from your thoughts when you finally heard your girlfriend enter the room. The sound of her footsteps was followed by a mocking chuckle that always left you wet and wanti

"Look at my little whore, all tired up and helpless. Ready to be fucked" She spoke in her dominant tone darkly. You could only whimper in response.

"Please." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You could hear her footsteps coming closer to the bed before you felt the shift in weight distribution on the mattress.

You could hear her placing multiple objects down onto the bed and your mind wondered with all the possibilities of what those objects were.

You felt your dominant girlfriend straddle your waist and her bare skin against your own, sending electric sparls throughout your body.

Her slim fingers stroked the centre of your neck so lightly if you hadn't known it was her you would have assumed it was a feather.

The slight touch from her fingertips wandered in a straight line up your neck, jaw and chin. She held it lightly in her hand, her fingertips below your jaw and her thumb a centimetre below your bottom lip.

You knew she was prolonging the feeling of you shaking in anticipation beneath her.

Her thumb stroked the area and you responded by parting your lips for her more. You thought she would slip her thumb or fingers inside, as she had done countless times before, but instead she whipped off the blidfold.

Despite this newfound vision, Natasha was still out of your line of sight. Your disapintment was short lived when she gracefully got off your back and sat down in the chair facing you.

The last time you had seen the beauty she was fully clothed. But in that moment she displayed to you her red lingerie that clung to her body perfectly. It highlighted her curves and made your imagination run wild.

The lace bra and panties displayed about as much as they hid and you felt your arousal grow as your eyes wondered over the matching lacy suspender belt and stockings.

You wanted nothing more than to please her and have her moaning your name, but she had other plans.

"Like what you see?" She smirked as she spread her legs to show you just how thin the fabric was and how little it hid the outline of her pussy lips.

She leaned towards you as she captured her bottom lip between her teeth, maintaining her lustful stare. She placed two fingers on your lips and you instantly opened your mouth for her to slip them in this time.

You sucked on them as you stared back at her and swiped your tongue over the length of her slender fingers. She smirked at your eagerness as she pulled her fingers away and resumed her previous position in the chair.

You licked your own lips at the sight and saw Natasha's had wander teasingly across her stockings, thighs and then the wasitband of her panties, her fingers still glistening.

She didn't hesitate to rub the outline of her pussy through her panties, a sight that made your own pussy clench.

You heard her gasp out when she pressed down on her clit and once she brought her hand away you saw the wet patch she had made on her panties.

"Natasha..." you whined, wanting to touch her.

"No begging, or there will be consequences." She ordered again, breathlessly this time as she continued to stare me down. You nodded your head quickly before your gaze dropped back to those panties that deprived you of the full view.

Natasha's fingers slipped elegantly beneath the red fabric and disappeared into her wet folds. You could hear her moan softly as she started to pump two fingers inside herself at a steady pace.

Her other hand reached up to grap her left breast while she continued to finger herself infront of you. You so desperetly wanted to call out to her. To beg her to let you touch her, any way she wanted. But I knew you wouldn't be successful.

Natasha's pace increased as her moans grew louder and her thigh muscles clenched. You could tell she was close and without considering the consequences you called out to her.

"Tasha, please! Let me touch you." You whined and tried to squirm in your position. Your girlfriend's eyes darkened as a result yet she didn't stop.

You watched in awe as she came on her fingers while her head tilted back in bliss. It didn't take long for her to come down from her high and stand from the chair, her legs only slightly shaky.

"I warned you." Natasha spoke lowly as she moved around to the end of the bed. Part of you expected there to be some kind of warning for what followed, the rest of me knew better.

Natasha brought her hand down fast across your ass and you gave a cry of surprise and pain from the sudden feeling. You would have lurched forward if you weren't so tightly held down, but the restricted movements caused you to experience the pain more than you normally would.

"Quiet." Natasha ordered again. You bit your lip hard to supress any noises you would make.

However, this proved futile as the next time Natasha spanked you you moaned into the bed sheets, the sound definetly loud enough for your sadistic girlfriend to hear.

"Alright then, if you insist on keeping that slutty mouth of yours open..." Natasha didn't bother to fnish her sentence, knowing actions spoke louder than words.

She pulled my blindfold back down over your eyes before quickly spanking you again. This time when you opened your mouth to moan your girlfriend forced a breathable ball gag into your mouth and fastened it at the back of your head.

"Open one of your hands if you want me to stop. I won't be mad." She said gently into your ear, making you smile.

How your girlfriend was able to shift attitudes so drastically in a short space of time always baffled you, but your heart melted whenever she showed her caring side. Everytime you had been gagged she said the same thing.

You nodded and kept your hands in closed fists, hearing a chuckle from her in repsonse.

"Good girl." She hummed, returning to her dominant side. Before you could even respond to her praise you felt another harsh smack to your ass that had you crying out into the gag. You even tried to speak into the gag to beg her to touch you, but your pleading was inaudible, something Natasha evidently found amusing.

She spanked you more until you completly lost count due to only being able to think about the intense stinging feeling across your skin, imagining just how red your skin was and knowing Natasha would apply some cream to that when she was done.

Tears streamed down your face and you whimpered from every little thing you felt. The sensitivity of your skin was making you crazy and completly at your girlfriend's control.

You breathed heavily as you rested your head against the bed sheets and was vaguely aware of Natasha's fingers running across your broken skin. The somewhat soothing gesture didn't last long as her fingers soon dropped down to your soaking core.

"You're so wet, y/n." She husked as her fingers glided over your folds, gathering your juices on her fingers.

You whimpered in response to her words and only wished you could move yourself back onto her fingers.

As if she could hear your thoughts, Natasha slipped a single finger into your folds and pushed it entirely inside you. You moaned softly at the single digit, instantly craving more.

"I'm barely touching you are you're already so responsive." She mocked and moved the single finger in at an agonizingly slow pace, you groaned in protest but your girlfriend only snickered in response to your whining.

She kept this up for a couple minutes and just as you were about to huff out in frustration you felt her withdraw and pump 3 fingers into you at a sudden, overwhelming rate.

You moaned and gasped out into the gag as you felt her fingers fuck you at a rough and hard pace.

You so desperetly wanted to ride her fingers but could only strain your thigh muscles against the ropes. You kept your head firmly against the sheets and hands enclosed in tight fists as though you were protecting something sacred in the palm of your hand.

You could feel the heat rising throughout your body and the pleasure building as Natasha mercilessly thrusted her fingers into your soaked pussy that clenched around her perfectly.

Just as you thought you were about to experience an earth shattereing orgasm, Natasha's fingers abruptly pulled out.

You whimpered and whined into the gag in protest and could hear your girlfriend chuckle at your struggles and pathetic attempt to prolong the pleasure.

You could hear her suck on her fingers as the weight shifted on the bed until Natasha was gone, leaving only the sound of her moving.

Once she was back on the bed she leant over to whisper into your ear while you felt the familiar silicone brush your folds.

"I'll say this once: cum without permission and you will be punished." As she said those words you felt a cool piece of metal glide across your skin. Under the blindfold your eyes widened as I realised what Natasha was holding.

The knife, sharpened to perfection, pressed threateningly against your vulnerable skin. You could guess it was about a six inch blade and imagined it glistening in the light in an angelic manner.

Your core throbbed at the thought of it, yearning to feel it press against you to the point where it tears at your fragile skin.

Natasha placed the strap in line with your entrance and pushed the tip forward for your pussy lips to envelope.

As you clenched around the small amount inside you, you were caught off guard by Natasha pushing the rest of it inside you in one hard thrust.

You cried out into the gag, not being able to adjust to the size before your girlfriend pulled out and slammed the toy back into you. You moaned loudly at the ache the strap caused and dug your nails into the palms of your hands.

Natasha continued to pound the strap into your pussy as you moaned and whimpered in time with her deep, hard strokes.

While one hand held the knife against your stomach, the other grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked it so your head was thrown back.

All of this combined with Natasha mercillessly slamming the strap on into you over and over made your pussy start to clench around the toy.

You tried to communicate with her that you were about to cum, but of course she didn't care.

Your whole body tensed up and your breathing became increasingly ragged until you clenched around the toy again and came hard on it. You moaned and gasped out into the gag, almost forgetting about the knife pressed against you.

You were reminded of it when you felt a sudden, fast jolt from the knife that slashed across you. You cried out and felt your arousal grow again despite the now slow pace of Natasha moving the strap.

Your stomach felt as though it had been burnt and the red hot sting continued to stay. Natasha dropped her hand that was holding your hair and swipped her finger across the cut and hummed in delight.

You kept your fists tightly closed and wondered if you had drawn blood yourself from how deep your nails were into your own flesh.

"You're doing so good for me." Natasha whispered softly into your ear and started to pick up the pace again.

This time, you were already adjusted to the size of the strap and took it without the feeling of it stretching you slightly.

Natasha's hips moved at a faster rate and every time she filled you up completelt you felt her press against your ass. The knife remained firmly in her hand and on a new area of your stomach, ready to strike the unmarked skin.

Your body trembled from the stimulation to your pussy that made you shake slightly in support of the ropes still binding you down.

You moaned into the gag again as you felt the familiar tug in your lower stomach come back.

You could feel Natasha's grip on the knife tighten as your legs tensed up again and your back arched as much as it could as you came a second time, even more exhausted than the last.

With the orgasm came another cut across your skin, longer and deeper this time. You whimpered into the gag, wishing you could see the marks your girlfriend had made.

Natasha didn't halter her rhythm this time and seemed to instead take her fucking with a new vigour. This time when she thrust the strap on into you you could feel your cum soaking the strap as it pumped into your equally wet pussy, the combination of which was extremely audible and made you gush with wetness even more.

"You wanna cum again, huh? I can hear how wet and desperate you are for me, whore." You moaned in response as your whole body shuddered again, your increasing sensitivity making you all the more vulnerable.

When you came for the third time and felt the sharp blade slice once more, you were so out of breath you needed the gag removed to help you breathe. You opened your hand and felt Natasha instantly stop her movements and pulled out.

"It's okay, you did so good for me." She cooed as she removed your blindfold and gag.

"I'm okay..." You huffed, trying to catch your breath. "I can do...one more." You gasped and felt Natasha untie all the ropes.

"One more? Hmm okay." She flipped you gently onto your back and positioned herself between your legs.

You gazed down in awe at the three cuts across your stomach. They weren't serious and you doubted they would need stitches, yet the bright red blood slowly escaping from the wounds, one of which even trickling down yourside, lit your core on fire.

Your girlfriend grinned knowingly at you as she flicked her tongue against your swollen clit. You gasped out at the sensitivity and rested your head back against the pillow and clossed your eyes in bliss.

Natasha's tongue swiped around your folds, collecting the cum that had spilled out a little prior, befor plunging her tongue inside you.

You moaned out from the sensitivity and gripped her hair for support, encouraging her to tongue fuck you faster.

Her tongue swiped around inside of you perfectly, as though it was the last time she would taste you and wanted to memorize every inch of your core.

The overstimulation meant it didn't take long for your walls to clench around her tongue, pushing it out and leading Natasha to sucking on your clit in response.

"Tasha!" You gasped out as you came hard on your girlfriend's tongue. She licked up every single drop of your cum before leaning up to kiss you.

You kissed her back and tasted yourself on her lips, smiling to yourself at that fact. She pulled back and fell down beside you, looking at you lovingly.

"That was..." She trailed off, unable to find the words.

"Wow-factor." You grinned.

Yelena *panicking*: Natasha's going to kill me for letting you get hurt.

Y/N: It wasn’t your fault though, I’m the one who snuck away!

Yelena: Trust me, that’s going to mean jack shit to her when she sees that bruise. I don’t think you understand just how much of her sanity hinges on your happiness and safety.

Triple Threat

Summary: Three friends, one bet and two idiots in love. What could go wrong?

Natasha Romanoff x Super Soldier Fem Reader

Word Count: 5K

A/N: My first NatxReader fic ever. Hope you enjoy <3 

“Do you think she’s single?”

The girls look in your direction, not even bothering to pretend they’re actually working out at the Tower’s gym. Oblivious to their conversation and with your headphones in place, you keep the pace on the treadmill, pushing yourself to the limit.

“Don’t know, Minds. I just want her to use me for a night”, the blonde interjects.

“Keeping it classy, Lindsay” 

“I don’t think she’s dating anyone. We would have heard by now”, another girl comes behind them and the three share a conspiratory look. “Honestly, I almost asked her out when we were shooting that promo video for the animal shelter. Watching her hold a puppy made me ovulate”

“You should have” Lindsay says. “You missed your chance and now I’m gonna do it”

“Nu-uh, I called dibs”

“No one did, Kate” Mindy rolls her eyes.

“Alright, let’s all ask her out, see who gets a date”

“What if she says yes to all of us?”

“I don’t mind sharing” Lindsay winks at her friends. “Now, rock paper scissors to decide which one goes first”

Too engrossed in their argument, the friends never noticed Natasha Romanoff. The spy threw a hard kick at the punching bag and left the gym, deciding that if she had to endure another second listening to that stupid conversation she was gonna kill all three of them.

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Part of Me

Scarlett Johansson x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 5Kish

A/N: Ngl, this is a fic I update sometimes on Wattpad and thought it’d be good to cross post maybe. It’s very much just one I plan to write for fun.

Chapter 1

You'd taken the DNA test to find out more about your ancestry. You didn't expect to find out more about your parentage.

There was a maternal match. It wasn't your mother. You stared at the account trying to guess who they could be. She was listed as only SJ, no other information was provided.

You hadn't known what to do, not for those first few days. You couldn't look the woman you'd thought was your mom in the eye. She'd lied to you. You were old enough to know, you should have been told. There'd always been this pressure for you to fit in better with the family. You stayed silent as the resentment filled you.

The words caught in your throat. At night you'd stare at the initials that hid your biological mother. You wondered why she was on the website.

It was three days until something happened.

You woke up to an email. An account related to you had reached out. It was your mother. You'd scrambled through the email, hitting the embedded link hurriedly.

'Hi.' The message opened. Your attention caught on the first word and your heart pounded. It was your mom's words.

'I've always hoped that I'd have the opportunity to write this. I want to say that I love you. That I always have. I''d like to get to know you better, if you want that too? - Scarlett'

You couldn't breathe, your eyes read the words over and over again. She loved you. You thought of the family around you that had never loved you quite right. You felt your heart fill with the hope that this was the reason why.

You mouthed her name silently to yourself, trying to decide if it sounded strange or familiar.

You went to school reluctantly, too distracted to focus on anything said during classes. You read the message over and over again, trying to believe it.

When the last school bell rung, you dawdled on the steps outside and sent a reply. You'd been trying to plan the best response all day, still you sounded awkward.

'Thank you. I want that more than anything - Y/N.'

You checked your phone again when you were back home. Scarlett's response was already sitting in your inbox.

'Would you like to call?' The message asked, along with a phone number.

Suddenly, everything felt very real.

You told her yes and arranged to call that evening. You were more withdrawn than ever that evening, no one in the house noticed. For once, you didn't care. All you could think about was the call.

At the agreed time, you typed in the phone number. The option to video call appeared. You pressed it. You wanted, more than anything to see what your mom looked like.

You felt your heart in your mouth as the phone dialled. The image cleared and your jaw dropped at the woman on the other end of the call.

You knew her. SJ flashed through your mind as you recognised Scarlett Johansson. She didn't look like you'd ever seen her.

Her hair was dirty blonde and tied back in a loose ponytail. She was wearing rounded glasses and seemed to be sitting in a home office. Her jumper was stripy.

The same strange and familiar feeling settled over you. Your Mom was one of the most famous people in the world and she looked so friendly.

Her smile was wide when she took in your face. You felt shy immediately, you'd been so excited to see your mom, you'd forgotten that she'd want to see you.

"Hi." She greeted you softly with a small wave.

You found yourself waving back, feeling so much younger than you had in years.

"I didn't expect a video call." She said casually. "But I always wanted to know what you look like." There was a pause and you watched Scarlett hesitantly through the screen.

"You're famous.' You mumbled unthinkingly. Even through the screen, you could feel Scarlett's discomfort.

"I am." She agreed carefully. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." You rushed out, feeling suddenly very awkward. "It's just I've been watching you my whole life and I didn't realise."

Scarlett's smile was small and sad, but it was still there.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long." She said quietly, voice nearly lost in the crackling static.

"Why didn't you?" You asked, feeling suddenly defensive. You realised abruptly, that in all your excitement, you'd forgotten the truth of it. Scarlett hadn't wanted you. She'd given you up.

Scarlett told you that she'd followed legal advice during the adoption. She'd been advised to have an entirely closed adoption. The risk of the story being leaked to the press was too high. She'd felt pressured by her own management team, by people around her.

It had been a year after your birth that she'd been in a place to reconsider what had happened. She told you that all she could think about was how much she loved you. That she had missed you more than anything.

There had been no legal option for her to find you. No way to reverse the decision that had been made.

Maybe it was because she was your mom, but you trusted Scarlett already. You told her that you'd never been told that you were adopted. Scarlett's face flashed with frustration and pain.

"You were meant to know." She told you and her fingers played with her necklace as she spoke. "You were supposed to have the choice to contact me, if you ever wanted to."

"I would have." You admitted, feeling sudden tears in your eyes.

Scarlett closed her eyes for a second and she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I want to know you." She said directly. "I want to be as much a mom as you'll let me be."

You smiled. You realised that Scarlett already made you feel loved. You started crying properly, the feeling of happiness and warmth was sudden and overwhelming.

"I want that too." You repeated, and Scarlett's smile was brighter than anything you'd ever seen.

Scarlett's daughter called out from the other room, her head turned automatically. She looked back to you a second later. A look of guilt flashed over her face and you knew she needed to go.

"It's okay." You assured her, the happy feeling was unrelenting now. "Maybe we can talk more?"

'Are you on your summer break?" Scarlett asked suddenly and you realised just how much she meant what she'd said.

"This is my last week." You confirmed, not daring to believe what you thought she might ask.

"Visit?" Scarlett implored and her fingers played nervously with her necklace again. "Any time you want. I'll arrange the travel, everything."

You nodded, not sure what to say. It seemed like an impossible dream.

"I can't believe I found you." Scarlett mumbled to herself before the call ended.

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You slept well that night. You didn't quite feel like yourself. The call felt so unreal that you checked your call log just to see the number. You saved her as a contact, you left it under her initials as SJ.

Scarlett had sent you a kind text that you read the next morning. She wrote her messages like formal emails. She'd asked you to tell her about yourself. You told her that you didn't know what to say.

Her reply was fast and filled with suggestions. You spent the day answering the most mundane questions from your mom. She wanted to know your favourite everything. Colour, animal, school subject.

You asked about her day too. The reality that you were texting a famous actress was even more disorientating. She described her day with obvious disinterest. Meeting with a director, call with her agent, picking up her daughter from a playdate, meeting with Marvel executives.

She asked you cautiously about your family and you told her how things were. She didn't tell you that she was concerned, but you could feel it in the follow up questions that she asked.

You were back at home when Scarlett finally asked what you knew she'd been wanting to ask all day. When would you tell them that you'd found her? You explained that you knew how upset they'd be. That you didn't think you could stay here if you told them.

Your phone rang instantly. It was a voice call from Scarlett and you picked up. You hated answering calls as a rule and you found yourself mumbling a hello.

"Hi honey." Scarlett said softly, obviously thrown by your clear nerves. She asked more about your family, if there were reasons that you were scared. You found your voice grew stronger the more you told her. It felt good to finally tell someone how difficult it was to get along with your family.

Scarlett promised you that you would always have a home with her.

"What about school?" You asked, not believing that she'd thought this through. You didn't think she could really want a near stranger living in her house.

"It's nearly summer vacation." Scarlett reminded you. She told you that it might all be okay with your parents, but she was here if you needed. That everything would work out either way. You realised then, that she was talking like a real mom.

"Okay." You said. "I'm going to tell them now, before I chicken out." You hung up before you could think about it for too long.

You told your family. It was even worse than you'd expected. Voices were raised. You were given the ultimatum. To stop talking to Scarlett or leave. You remembered what Scarlett had said. You remembered that warm feeling of having a mom that you trusted so easily. You didn't have that here.

They were telling you to apologise when they were the ones in the wrong. They had hidden who you were. You told them that you had every right to speak to Scarlett. They stuck to the ultimatum. You were told to leave.

You went back to your room. You texted Scarlett. You told her what had happened. You were crying as you wrote it and you knew she could sense your tone.

"I can't stay here." You typed.

"Pack a bag." She replied immediately. "I'll book a flight."

You packed in a rush, unable to process the stinging abandonment of what had just happened. Scarlett called you ten minutes later. She told you that she was going to send you the flight information. She explained that there'd be a taxi at your front door in twenty minutes.

She checked if you were sure. You told her that you were, your voice sounded hoarse from the crying and shouting. Scarlett told you that she loved you. The words caught in your throat.

The taxi arrived exactly as expected. Your mother looked thrown as you headed for the door. She tried to block it, she told you the ultimatum wasn't real. You asked her if she loved you like you were her real daughter. She hesitated. You moved her arm out of the way and found the taxi.

You couldn't get her hesitation out of your head as you drove to the airport. You couldn't stop crying. You looked terrible as you went through security. You realised that Scarlett had called ahead. There was a member of staff guiding you through everything. They looked very sympathetic. You were young and couldn't stop crying. You realised that it must look like someone had died.

You sat in first class on the plane and it felt bizarre. You plugged in your earphones and tried to block out everything. You couldn't process what was happening. You should be sleeping. You should have school the next day. You realised how abrupt your absence would seem. You didn't care.

Even exhausted on the plane, you felt excitement start to build. You were going to meet your mom soon. You didn't know how that could be real.

The plane landed and you were guided again through the checks. Suddenly, you were standing alone with your small bag in an empty part of the airport. You'd been guided into a small room. It didn't feel like the official Arrivals area. Nerves and anticipation seized you as you realised why you'd been directed to a private room.

The door at the far end opened and Scarlett walked through. The silence in the room was unbearable. Scarlett hurried forward. Her eyes ran over you with a kind of desperation. She moved faster. You took a step forwards too.

Her arms opened and you fell into her embrace. Scarlett's arms tightened around you and you felt safe. Your breath hitched as you tried not to cry. You felt like she was family. Scarlett kissed the top of your head.

This time you didn't hesitate.

"I love you." You mumbled out against her top. Scarlett's arms tightened even more.

"I love you too." She answered, voice thick with emotion and happiness. "Everything is going to be okay."

When you broke apart, she picked up your bag and her other arm moved protectively around your shoulder.

"Let's go home." She said as she began to lead you out of the airport. You leaned against her side automatically.

Everything still felt like a dream, but as you slipped into the passenger seat of the car, you realised that this was your new life. You didn't know what was going to happen. Scarlett closed her eyes before she started driving and let out a long breath.

You realised that this felt like a dream for her too.

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Chapter 2

It was still dark when you arrived at Scarlett's house. She lived within a gated community and you shrank back automatically in your seat as she drove past houses larger than any you'd ever seen before.

Neither of you were talking and the atmosphere felt awkward. She pulled into her driveway and turned off the car's engine. Scarlett turned to you and there was a long moment of silence. Your breathing felt too loud and you looked away in embarrassment.

Scarlett cleared her throat nervously. "We should head inside.' She mumbled and you nodded. You couldn't help the discomfort that was rising inside you. You wanted to trust her. She was your Mom. 

Still, this was a woman who had abandoned you once. An alarm bell rang quietly in your head, reminding you to stay guarded. You followed Scarlett to her front door.

Before she could turn her key in the lock, the door opened from the inside. The man standing there seemed friendly, his smile was polite. He was clearly expecting you both.

'This is Colin.' Scarlett informed you awkwardly and you tried to meet his smile. The weirdness of meeting such a welcoming stranger washed over you. Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe. You tried not to let it show on your face.

'It's nice to meet you.' Colin told you simply and you nodded silently. His arm slipped around Scarlett's waist as you both entered the house. He took your bag from Scarlett and kissed her cheek.

The prickling strangeness of everything kept creeping over your skin. The orange glow from the hallway window told you that dawn had just broken. 

You tried not to let your disorientation overwhelm you. It was natural for you to feel like this, so much had happened.

The awkward silence fell between you again as you lingered in the entrance. Colin seemed most aware of it. When Scarlett didn't say anything, he spoke again.

'You must be tired?' He asked. 'We can show you your room.'

You nodded again, your voice was caught in your throat. Scarlett looked nervous or uncomfortable, you couldn't tell which. You wondered if she was regretting inviting you here. 

Tears burned suddenly in your eyes, you fought hard not to let them fall.

The house was obviously beautiful, your head swivelled around as you followed them up the large wooden staircase. 

You walked along the next hallway thinking that this was easily the biggest house that you'd ever been in. 

You paused curiously when you passed by a very pink bedroom with its door ajar.

Scarlett caught your hesitation.

'Rose is staying with her Dad for the week.' She informed you, scanning your expression clearly to read your reaction. 'He had some work in the US.'

You kept your face purposefully neutral and nodded again. A tight and tangling knot started to build in your stomach. You had a sister, a half sister technically, but still a sister. You were too scared to ask if you'd be allowed to meet her.

You weren't even sure if you were going to be kept a secret from everyone, or just the public. You tried to be logical. It was understandable if Scarlett didn't want to tell anyone, her privacy wasn't always in her control.

Every time that Scarlett looked at you, you felt the shooting awareness that she was famous. You'd seen her on-screen countless times. 

You kept your mouth tightly shut as Colin led you into the room two doors down from Rose's bedroom. It was clean and bright, the bedspread was blue. The wooden furniture fit well with the rest of the house. 

It was a perfectly designed guest room. You realised that was exactly what this felt like. Scarlett and Colin felt like perfectly polite hosts. This wasn't anything like family. Not yet.

'Thank you.' You forced yourself to say. Your voice was embarrassingly small. You felt just as small yourself.

When you were finally on your own, you sank down onto the bed. You stared blankly at your bag, where Colin had left it in the corner. It felt like you'd been picked out of your life and dropped into a new one.

You kicked off your shoes and lay back against the pillows. You stared up at the ceiling. You'd been left to get some sleep before lunch, but that felt impossible.

Feelings conflicted inside you. 

Unspeakable was the anger and resentment that lingered just below the surface. You thought about the pink bedroom you'd seen. You imagined Scarlett hanging up the fairy lights around the window herself. Scarlett had chosen to keep Rose, but not you.

You tried to remember that it wasn't that simple, but as tears clouded your vision, they also clouded your thoughts.

The other feeling was the strangest of all. Despite your unexpected arrival here, more than anything in the world, you just wanted Scarlett to like you. You wanted to stay. 

This house was beautiful. Colin's arm around Scarlett's waist seemed perfectly simple. Rose's mom clearly loved her. 

There was a working family here, you didn't want to be the ugly blot that ruined it.

You wanted Scarlett to want you too. It wasn't hard to guess why the feeling clawed at your chest. She'd chosen not to keep you once before.

Eventually, your eyes closed and you fell into a half-sleep, fuelled by your exhaustion from the night of travel. You weren't quite unconscious but you still bolted upright when you heard the quiet knock on your door.

You felt flushed as you hurried down the stairs a few minutes later.

You followed the smell of chicken through to the kitchen. Scarlett was alone, sending you a nervous smile as you entered. Her hair was tied up, but loose strands framed her face easily. She'd clearly been in charge of the cooking, the oven mitts were next to her on the kitchen counter.

'Hungry?' She breathed out in a rush.

'Sure.' You affirmed, trying to ease her nerves with a calmness of your own. You moved forward, sliding into the closest chair at the large oak kitchen table.

There was a large casserole dish set in the middle of the table. It looked like chicken parmesan.

Scarlett placed an empty plate in front of you as she sat in the seat opposite you. As she sat down, she anxiously tucked the loose strands behind her ears.

You caught her next moment of hesitation and realised she didn't know if she should serve for you. 

You moved forward to help yourself to the chicken, wordlessly answering her question.

It was understandable that Scarlett was confused, she was used to eating with a six year old.

'Where's Colin?' You asked quietly, still not sure if it was your place to ask. They were clearly together, but it hadn't been officially introduced to you.

'He went to work.' Scarlett replied and the answer was so obvious that you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You kept your eyes on your plate, feeling too shy to speak to your own mom.

Scarlett made an attempt after a few minutes of quiet eating.

'Did you sleep well?' She asked you. You swallowed a bite of chicken and gave a nod.

'Yes, thank you.' You answered politely. It felt so ridiculous. You had so many questions burning inside you. You just didn't know how to ask.

The silence fell again and this time it was nearly unbearable. Your mouth was dry and it became hard to finish the meal.

'I cook when I'm stressed.' Scarlett confessed randomly and your head snapped up to look at her. She looked vulnerable as she spoke and you couldn't look away.

'I was so nervous to meet you.' Scarlett paused. 'I still am.' She added with a small smile.

You matched her small smile and the tightness around your chest released.

'Me too.' You whispered shyly.

'Right.' Scarlett agreed with a nod. 'There's so much I want to say, but I don't know where to start.'

'Yes.' You agreed with a fervent nod. Strange spikes of happiness started to run through you. It felt relieving to be seen and understood, you hadn't been expecting it.

'Why don't we ask each other questions.' Scarlett suggested softly. 'Let's just get it in the open.'

You nodded as you chewed on another piece of chicken.

'You first.' Scarlett prompted immediately, putting her fork down.

You swallowed, feeling suddenly put on the spot. Without thinking, the words fell out of your mouth.

'Who's my dad?' You asked bluntly.

The words hung horribly in the room.

Scarlett's expression fell suddenly. Her careful smile morphed into a pained expression. She blinked twice. You watched her lips press together tightly. She looked like she was desperately trying to think of something to say.

Regret rushed through you.

'You don't have to answer that.' You hurried out, hating that you could cause that much pain without meaning to. You took a deep breath.

'Can I ask my question again?' You checked. Scarlett nodded, clearly trying hard to cover the abrupt pain that your question had caused.

'Is he someone I should know?' You asked instead, shifting another piece of food around your plate with your fork.

Scarlett shook her head immediately.

'No.' She whispered.

'Okay.' You affirmed determinedly. 'That's all I need to know.'

"Are you sure?' Scarlett checked, and you heard the underlying insecurity in her tone.

'Yes.' You said, smiling carefully at her. You couldn't help your small shrug.

"I trust you.' You explained simply.

It was as if your words shone sunlight onto Scarlett. She broke into a sudden, soft smile.

'You do?' She asked with barely concealed surprise. Her eyes scanned yours carefully.

'Yeah. I moved in with you, didn't I?' You replied with a silly grin. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you said the words out loud.

Scarlett's hand jerked out across the table on impulse. She took your free hand in hers. Her hand was warm, her thumb rubbed along the back of your hand. The same feeling of safety from the airport rushed through you.

'I'm so glad you did.' Scarlett assured you.

You squeezed her hand silently, feeling overwhelmed.

'Living room is through there.' Scarlett said after a moment and there was something much more sure in her tone. She sounded unquestionably like a mom. 'Go watch something on TV and we can keep talking in a bit.'

You found yourself shaking your head.

'Let me help clear up?' You asked instead, gesturing at the dishes.

'If you're sure?' Scarlett checked as she stood up.

Together, you brought the dishes over to the counter. You started filling up the dishwasher in a peaceful kind of silence.

It felt good to be useful. It felt good to work away that lingering feeling of being a burden.

'What's the plan for the rest of the day?' You asked as you walked together through to the living room, ten minutes later.

Scarlett moved to the large green sofa and sat down readily. Her feet slipped up onto the edge of the coffee table. She patted the space next to her and you sat down obediently. 

You kept your hands in your lap, still painfully aware that this wasn't really your house.

'There's no plan.' Scarlett answered with a small shrug. There was something about her gesture that made your heart jump. Even if she didn't quite feel like your mom yet, Scarlett was definitely feeling like a good friend already.

You took a breath and curled your feet up on the sofa. Even if you were just pretending that this was home, it still felt good to pretend.

'It's your turn to ask a question.' You prompted.

'Right.' Scarlett nodded as she leaned over to the iPod dock on the side table next to her. 

Folk music that you didn't recognise, filled the room.

You snorted with laughter and Scarlett turned immediately to face you.

'What?' She asked in confusion.

'Nothing.' You answered with a grin. 'iPods are just a bit retro.'

Scarlett rolled her eyes.

'It still works and it has all my music on it.' She protested and her defensiveness made you giggle.

Maybe it was from the hysteria of the day, but once you started laughing, it was nearly impossible to stop.

Scarlett stuck out her tongue as you held your side trying to repress the laughter.

'Your question.' You gasped out, ready to move on from the desperate urge to keep giggling. You definitely hadn't had enough sleep for the day you were having.

Scarlett looked thoughtfully at the blank TV and you gave her the silence to word her question. The mood of the room shifted to something more serious and you tried to prepare yourself for what she might ask.

'Do you understand that I always wanted you?' Scarlett asked hoarsely, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Her eyes met yours with an electric kind of intensity and you felt the world stop for a moment.

'It was just circumstance.' Scarlett whispered and you saw the ghosts of past things flicker across her eyes. 'It was never because of you.'

A lump caught in your throat and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure you did understand. 

Noone had ever wanted you that completely before.

Wordlessly, Scarlett shifted on the sofa. Her arms opened and you shuffled over into her offered hug. She held you close to her and you sank into the feeling.

All the worries and fears dissipated for a moment. 

It was all worth it. Everything was worth it if you were going to get a mom who wanted you like this.

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The First Fall of Snow

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A/N: Based on a request for Reader to be a new Avenger that Natasha mentors. Reader has ability to read people’s intentions. 

Word Count: 1.8K

‘Downstairs in ten minutes.” Natasha walked right past you with her matter of fact greeting. You held your tongue, but your gaze caught Tony’s knowing one. You rolled your eyes, every morning was the same.

You kept quiet as you stood up from the breakfast table. Your muscles ached with anticipation for the exhausting sparring match.

 It was just a regular Tuesday.

You never thought you’d be used to such a rigorous regime.

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Only Nat would be this aggressive before 6am.

Sea Turtles Have Stage Fright || Natasha Romanoff

Fandom: MCU - Black Widow 2021 time period [no spoilers]

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha loves, respects and adores you. But when it comes to your sleep talking, she can't help but play along and see what you have to say.

A.N: I didn't know I was going to be trying fictober this year given my current headspace so dont be surprised if this is my only contribution this year lol. And I for sure don't even know if I'm gonna officially write for mcu cause... yeah, but I still wanted to try this! Specifically cause I was inspired and also every time I have a desire to read Natasha fics, or literally any other adult wlw x reader it's smut and I just want some fluff 😔 no disrespect to people who enjoy that ofc! Edit: and dammit, this is late. Oh well, I tried :/

Fictober Prompt: "what did I say?"

Warnings: my first [possibly only??] time writing marvel, let alone Natasha. Also Google translate, I'm so sorry Russian speakers [moya lyubov' = my love]

The trip out seemed longer this time around.

Maybe it was the fact Natasha was hardwired to wake before the asscrack of dawn and the hard-to-see roads made the drive seem like a chore— Her eyes land on the empty passenger seat like a knee-jerk response before jumping back to the road. —Or maybe it was the lack of company.

Last Natasha left you, you were half asleep in your shared queen bed, lips parted in the beginnings of a snore and your reach meeting an empty mattress. Between the two of you, you were always the heavier sleeper. Not that she minded, in situations like these — ie, a lot of time on her hands — it gave her more downtime. And there was a lot of that these days it would seem.

The rhythmic tick-tock-tick of the right turn signal overlapped the squeak of rubber being pulled across the glass with the wipers as she sat waiting. Her mind was full and racing, her heart heavy since she killed the radio going on about the Avenger's breakup. Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson still on the run — that was all she needed to know. They were safe. And all she wanted now was to forget about unpacking the groceries in the back seat and getting straight back into bed with you, crawling under the covers, and forget her troubles.

Natasha found herself wondering the same thing she often did when she found a moment alone these days; would the two of you still be able to have the life you always wanted together? Sure, you were getting to see the world but you were still in hiding after all.

The question kept her occupied the rest of the drive and to no surprise, the trailer Mason had secured for you two was still standing when she returned. Her eyes swept the area as she yanked the keys from the ignition, all the more eager to return inside. The cold was seeping through her jacket and down her neck, and the morning air smelled of dew and if she listened hard enough she could make out the sounds of the stream nearby. The trailer wasn't much warmer — the puny excuse for a backup generator did little to run everything, including the heater even in overtime — but this made the return to bed more tantalizing.

Dropping the keys and grocery bags on the counter — and doing another routine sweep of all her carefully placed silent alarms — Natasha finally gave in to temptation and headed back for the hallway. She knew she wouldn't fall back to sleep, but god, was she dead tired.

She winced internally at the creak of the door but knew better than to worry; sure enough, you were still fast asleep just as she left you. Expertly entangled in the many layers of quilts and thicken linen — your limbs woven in and out not even she could wrestle you out of — and deep in sleep. A smile crept onto her lips and she rolled her eyes, slipping off her shoes and jacket before taking a seat on her side of the bed.

How the hell had you become such an important piece of her life? She wondered fondly.

"Bedhog," she grumbled despite the smile, slipping herself under your arm and back into what she could salvage of her side of the mattress.

"Mm-hmm,"

Her brows shot up a bit in surprise and as best as she could without moving, she angled her head to get a good look at your sleeping face inches from her pillow. Had you heard her? Her little bed hog slept through just about everything.

"Wait..." you plea, your eyes still closed and your brows furrowed in a pressing manner.

Her smirk tripled in size. Oh no, this was much better than you waking.

"...no, don't." You said, growing angry at whatever force in your dreams you were facing.

Years of sharing the same bed with you and Natasha had long since accepted she would never know what to expect. Dreaming Y/n, for example, has taught her vital tidbits and life lessons like; don't put cereal in your purse, and also sea turtles have stage fright. Oh, how Nat longed for the days she could capture these moments on her phone and keep them forever. Another disadvantage to living off the grid.

"Don't what, my love?" She cooed in a voice lower than a whisper. She lovingly glid the pads of her fingertips across the back of your hand laying on her stomach, careful not to pull your too much from sleep but enough to get your attention.

"He..." you took a deep breath, one Natasha's amusement hinged on as she waited for you to continue.

Natasha didn't want to jump to conclusions but she also didn't want you to be suffering through any unpleasant dreams either. She had gotten you to talk like this before, she just needed a little more...

"He what?"

You were fighting so hard to tell her — to fight through your subconscious and relay to her whatever message you needed to about what this dastardly He was putting you through. You were growing more and more upset, your face contorting and twitching with anger and your voice tight and upset.

"He ate my birthday cake,"

A soft scowl came to her face as she brushed a stray hair from yours, tracing her knuckles down your jawline. "He didn't!"

"Mmm,"

"Who's this bastard, moya lyubov?"

You didn't answer, she had put too much in it and you were slipping back under. She waited only a moment and asked again, trying not to laugh.

"What happened, Y/n?"

Your expression hardened again, clearly distraught at the mention.

"Pope Francis ate my birthday cake,"

...Okay. That was a new one.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

You awoke to the smell of ground coffee and frying eggs; you could smell the aroma wafting in from the small kitchenette before you even opened your eyes and you knew Natasha was up. Arching your back you gave your arms and legs a long stretch, your balled fists digging into your girlfriend's pillow as you let out a yawn.

Eager to join her, you slipped out of bed and pulled on a nearby hoodie draped over a chair, making your way out. Your bare feet stuck to the cold wooden floors as you padded in, squinting against the light of day to see Natasha at the stove.

"Morning hot stuff," she quipped, flipping her eggs and taking a sip from her mug of coffee. You hummed a groggy laugh, knowing full well you looked as if you crawled out of hibernation — not far from the truth — but you knew she meant it anyway.

"Morning," you passed over her shoulder and gave a peck on the cheek before trudging over to the fridge and pulling it open for a once over. "Thanks for getting groceries,"

"Eh," she shrugged. "I couldn't go back to sleep. Gave me something to do."

You looked over your shoulder, grabbing a protein shake and closing the fridge. "I'm sorry. You should have woke me up, I would have kept you company,"

Natasha smiled down at the eggs cooking in the pan before reaching over and killing the stove, moving them to another burner as she retrieved a bowl. "Oh, no, I couldn't do that." She smirked.

You paused mid-sip, growing suspicious. You knew Natasha all too well and that shit-eating smirk meant she had something over you. "...what? What is it?"

"I didn't say anything, moya lyubov,"

Your eyes thined in a scowl. "What, Nat, just tell me,"

"But I don't want to further ruin your birthday fun,"

"Birthday? It's not my birthday--" your face dropped and you slammed the drink on the counter beside you in realization. "Oh no,"

Natasha didn't say anything, but all the confirmation you got was the loving, but knowing look of mischief in her eyes as she peered at you over her sip of coffee. It was all you needed to know. You were sleep-talking again. It always brought out a teasing side to her that you not so secretly loved. What you didn't love was the embarrassment that came with it.

"Alright, let's hear it," you sighed, folding your arms over your chest and smiling tiredly. "what did I say?"

Flashing a conceding smile, Natasha placed her steaming mug and bowl of eggs on the counter beside her before crossing the kitchen to wrap you in a harrowing embrace.

"My darling," she began. Her tone would have worried you if you weren't used to how dramatic she got when she was teasing. She wrapped her strong arms around you and tucked herself into you in a protective manner. "never again will the dastardly Pope Francis steal your birthday cake or any celebratory desserts for that matter. I will make sure of it."

You let a weak laugh, burying your face in her hug and her arms snaked further around you. You could practically see the grin widening on her face to mirror yours as the dream came back to you in bits. Pulling back, you met her gaze — her hazel green eyes full of love — and your lips met in a warm, chaste kiss.

"My hero,"

Peripheral Vision

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Disassociation, swearing, minor injuries

Word count: 1.3K

“Have you taken anything?”

You laugh dryly. “You know, people always ask me that whenever I’m too happy or too sad.” At the policeman’s expectant look, you sighed. “No, it’s just me.”

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