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kotenok part. eleven

you and wanda talk and so do you and your girlfriend.

older!natasha romanoff x younger!reader

warnings: major age gap, natasha being a cute sappy older girlfriend, talks about past abuse, angst but the good kind.

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Wanda’s room is settled a few doors from yours. It’s the one at the end of the hallway, it sits closed, the lock clicked. It’s the only one that’s locked and isolated from the rest and when the silence of the house settles in, you understand why she chose this suite.

You don’t force your way in but instead, a gentle knock caresses the oak wood of her door. It echoes loud throughout the hallway and almost makes you cringe but she actually opens the door and finds you staring at her, you almost feel bad for intruding in a moment that was supposed to be her’s.

She stares at you with a glare, a purse to her lips that almost makes them look like a scowl. “Can I help you?”

You gently smiled at the woman, guilt and sympathy written on the features of your face. You couldn’t possibly have known what Wanda was feeling but you knew she could with you. You didn’t mind that she could read your thoughts, Natasha had always been against it, soemthing about the carelessness of your actions or the way you held yourself when it came to privacy.

Perhaps, it was because you never had it growing up. It was something earned. Even back then, HYDRA never really gave much privacy to any of the test subjects. You were forced to live within one another. Cells made for a two people capacity were filled with about five girls at once.

It was easier said than done but Wanda didn’t need to know any of that just so you could guilt trip her into talking to you. If it was something she didn’t want to do, you would respect it.

You were here just to hope that you could earn her’s in return.

“Are you alright?” It was genuine as that but the way the Sokovian’s features twisted in disgust made her think otherwise.

“Am I alright?” She scoffed. Which you frowned in response, your head cocking in question. “Maybe if you kept it in your fucking pants then yeah, I would’ve been alright.”

Your shoulders sagged at her accusation. You never meant to hurt her. You understood where she came from. With Irina and everything, Natasha and Yelena. Wanda was a stepping stone that felt like she was taken advantage of. You did feel for her, but you couldn’t and wouldn’t excuse her for that.

“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”

She shook her head and offered a laugh.

“I really am, Wanda. I know how much Natasha meant to you and I’ve never mean to hurt you in any way. I know I can’t offer you solace, I’m not Natasha but I don’t want carry the burden of hurting you.”

The Sokovian looked at you as she blinked. You couldn’t tell what was going on in her mind, it was too odd. While you meant every word you said, you just hoped that she could process them to fully embrace her reality.

The silence between you were broken when you heard padded steps down the hallway. When you turned, and looked, Natasha strode towards you in the jean shorts she wore.

“Detka...” Her accent was stronger and you offered her a twitch of your lips. She walked faster and when she finally found you, her eyes also saw her past lover. She turned back to you, her facade returning as she grinned. “We’re playing truth or dare.”

Wanda gave a snort. “What are you guys? Twelve?”

You giggled at the Sokovian’s comment, which in tow, made Natasha smile. But it dropped as soon as the comment fell silent and Wanda stood awkwardly between the three of you.

Natasha tugged on your arm, acting like a child as if she wasn’t twenty years your senior. You smiled at her then turned to Wanda.

“I mean what I said, Wanda.” She blinked at you. You said no less and when you turned to walk with Natasha, she led you down the hallway, her hand intertwined with yours, her lips against your temple.

“I love you, okay?”

You nodded. “I know...”

The sunset at the lake makes everything okay. Your eyes glaze over at the way the waters casts a nice glow, the sun, warm, but the wind makes it chill.

You smile at the view. Something about it makes your body ache and relax with a snap of a finger. Your eyes close when you felt a touch to your back, a soothing dancing finger along your exposed spine.

You love it here and you never want to leave.

You apparently expressed it vocally when Natasha chuckles beside you and kisses your exposed shoulder.

“Me too, kotenok.”

You beamed at her, excited by the idea. “Really?”

She smiled gently, her features soft and kind, and her eyes twinkled green. It made the insides of your stomach churn and your heart ache.

Natasha twirled a strand of your hair around her slender finger. It made your cheeks flush in return.

“If that’s what you really want. Then I’d do it in a heartbeat.” Her sultry voice held a genuine tone to it. They always did and there was a reason why you found solace and comfort in Natasha. She was someone you could rely on, life or death.

“You know I wouldn’t ask that of you.” You reached out to the older woman to touch her hand. Your eyes carefully examined her features, the wrinkles around her eye, the smile lines on her face. God, this woman would be the death of you.

Every bit of Natasha made her. But you know, there was some part of her that reminded you of Irina. It wasn’t bad. It was just... nostalgic.

“You have too much here to give it up.”

Natasha almost chuckled as she shook her head.

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it for you.”

You sighed and almost felt an ache in your heart. Not the bad kind, but certainly not the good one either. It was just the way Natasha said it. The way she would drop everything for you. The selfishness of it all.

You leaned against her. Cheek against her arm while she held you against her. Your eyes closed once more.

“Even if we did,” you started, “I’m not saying I want to. But if we did... Would you be happy with that lifestyle?”

Natasha sighed.

“I think it’s something I could adjust to.” You nodded but she wasn’t done. “I love you, that’s all I know is for certain. I wouldn’t mind living out the rest of my life if it’s with you.”

Warmth raced to your cheeks and you flushed, Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle at your state despite her soothing words prior. You fell into her hold and melted.

“I can’t believe I have someone like you living.”

“I can.” She smiled as she huddled against your body, feeling as you relaxed under her touch. “I hope everything was fine with Wanda.”

You frowned and you shook your head.

“I feel responsible.”

“For what?”

“For taking you away.”

Natasha shook her head and frowned. She let you sit up and when you did, she stared at you with confused eyes and a pinched set of brows.

“You didn’t take me away, kotenok. I chose to be with you.” She cupped your cheek, and in the comfort of her soft palms, she titled your head to face her gaze.

“What me and Wanda had nothing to do you with you and I understand you feel some part in hurting my ex... You don’t. It’s between me and her. And I’m incredibly sorry that she had decided to make you feel that way.”

“I don’t hope for her to forgive me easily.” You shrugged. “But I wish she would let me be happy”

Natasha shook her head and frowned. “And there’s nothing wrong with that, my love. You are allowed to be selfish. You deserve every bit to be selfish. Okay?”

You nodded softly at her words but the tears that stained your cheeks made her frown deepened. She wiped them away with her thumb and sighed.

“It’s okay, baby.” You shook your head, attempting to swallow the sob bubbling your throat. But it was futile as you started hiccuping, shaking with a cry as Natasha took you in and embraced you.

“I want you to live the very best version of your life.” Natasha kissed the top of your head. “With or without me, don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.”

You sniffed, calming down with every hiccuping breath you took. While your chest ached at the idea of living a life with out Natasha, you knew with her memories you could.

And as the sunsets, your breathing falling along with it, you sit at the edge of the dock with your girlfriend at peace. Everything about it. Her love, her embrace.

“We should head in.”

The silence answers her and when she stands, you take her hand and you let her lead you inside. The steps against the wooden floor makes it sound padded and both of you just smile at the way the silence of the hallway echoes every breath.

That night, you fall asleep clothed against Natasha. Buried in the crook of her neck, she smells like the sun and everything you admire.

Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

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

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina's posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕 Edit: I accidentally deleted this post and I'm gonna cry-

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The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy's breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha's thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

---

"Mo-mommy please I can't take an-y more mmf!" Her hand had grasped the back of your head before shoving your mouth back into her breasts. The roughness and feigned carelessness sent tingles straight to your overstimulated and puffy pussy. Tears stinging at your eyes.

"Speak up baby, what was that?" You could hear the faint smugness and mocking confusion in mommy's voice as she turned up the vibrations with her phone. Your hips bucked and twitched, not sure if to move toward or away from the overwhelming sensation. Mommy's large strap pressing against your stomach.

You tried to answer but the only noises you could only make were some pathetic whimpers into mommy's chest, her moaning softly at the vibrations.

Natasha's soft hands reached down and began to expertly play with your breasts. Gentle fluttery movements at one moment, then groping and tweaking your nipple roughly in her hands. "I can feel how wet you are slut, gonna cum sweet heart?"

The warm tingling pleasure grew more as something coiled and squeezed in your tummy. Your hips with a mind of their own desperately ground down against mommy's thigh, pushing the vibrator harder against your clit and deeper inside you. Slick smearing against Natasha's creamy skin. Bright sparks burst behind your eyes as your body trembled.

Mommy's touch shoved you harshly over the edge. Sobbing as overwhelming pleasure swamped you, your pussy spilling cum and squirting all over Mommy's thigh. Tears streaked down your flushed cheeks.

The incessant whirring of the vibe sent sharp overstimulated pleasure pain straight to your swollen clit as you wailed, trying to push off the toy unsuccessfully. You tried shifting your arms to remove the toy only to find them immobilised. Natasha frowned playfully and tutted, hands grasping your hips and lifting you into the air easily. Your stomach swooped with the unexpected motion.

She brought you down on her forgotten strap, the toy being forced in along with the vibrator. Mommy's cock shoved the vibe harder against your g spot, a near painful squeezing knot reappearing in your tummy.

The strap stretched you wide open, you could feel the silicon pressing firmly against your walls. Waves of pleasure tumbled and crested over your body as Natasha's hips rolled smoothly into yours. Your mouth parted as you whined noiselessly. Not so fast, we aren't done yet Kotenok."

Naughty Girls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

"Please, please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@blooodwords This is amazing! I really love the natural push and pull of their relationship and don't apologise for the plot it is so interesting!! I'm super excited for the next chapters (no rush💕) I am curious as to why Natasha doesn't touch the reader sexually though? Is it a personal preference or something else? Either way, best of luck with future writing endeavours!🥰

part 2 to gun smut?

i need to know why r is so fucky in the head 😭

a/n: yeah ok let's fuckin go. sorry to disappoint but this one does not actually include gunplay. and it's sorta plot heavy — i got a lil carried away. also please excuse any mistakes as it is long past my bedtime.

home of blood and bone.

RATING: E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ ... MINORS DNI).

PART ONE ... PART TWO.

natasha x fem!reader ; natasha pries her way into your past, into your biology, and into your future. and you let her.

warnings: nsfw, semi-explicit violence, explicit smut, knifeplay, lil bit of blood.

i do take requests but please give this a read before doing so!

a“How was the psych eval?”

Natasha Romanoff lingers in your doorway with a mug of coffee and a scowl.

“Thorough,” you tell her without looking up from your workbench. You’ve been toying with the grappling hook launch controls on your utility belt for the better part of an hour.

“Big man says you were difficult.”

You were not.

You’d make that clear if you cared, but you don’t. And if Tony Stark cared about your difficulties he’d pull you from the roster. Fact that you’ve got a seven am mission briefing the next day tells you everything you need to know.

A noncommittal noise falls from your lips to fill the silence.

Natasha steps into the room. The door clicks shut behind her. “Were you actually difficult?” Her tone softens. You don’t like that. “Or was it your charming brevity? I know talking’s not your favorite thing.”

In that moment you don’t like that she knows you and you really don't like that there isn’t a way to tell her as much without sounding like a grade-a asshole. Not that she would mind—you really doubt she would—but you’re still stuck on that pesky wanting to please her thing. It’s been seventy-two hours since the day in the jet and you still haven’t figured out a way to force her from your mind. And to think you used to be so good at pushing people away.

“Dunno, Nat,” you mumble, huffing. You push a torx driver a little too hard into a screw and the panel it secures sprouts a hairline crack. “Motherf—what more do you people want from me? I answered their questions.”

Natasha drops a tablet onto the workbench and taps the screen.

Security cam footage.

You grit your teeth and wish Natasha wasn’t over your shoulder, watching you watch this.

Conference room four.

An unremarkable woman in a pencil skirt sits across from you with a legal pad and a pen.

You’re stone-faced and still, hands clasped in your lap, looking right at her.

“Do you experience compulsive thoughts relating to the incident that took the lives of your parents?”

“No.”

“Do you suffer from nightmares about the incident that took the lives of your parents?”

“No.”

“Do you experience flashbacks to the incident? By this I mean—”

“I know what you mean. And no.”

“If something happens that reminds you of the incident, does it trigger an intense emotional response?”

Yes. Sometimes. But you’re careful not to show it.

“No.”

“Do you actively avoid things that remind you of the incident?”

“No.”

True. You tend to seek them out.

“Have you experienced generalized anxiety since the incident?”

“No.”

True enough.

“Trouble sleeping?”

“No.”

That one, at the very least, is only half a lie.

“Do you startle easily?”

“No.”

True.

“Do you feel that the—”

“Say the word incident one more time and I’m gonna flip my fucking lid. I don’t have PTSD.”

“What does that mean, ‘flip your lid?’”

“Get violent. I don’t know.”

“Are you stating that you intend to inflict violence upon me if I continue administering this evaluation?”

“No. I don’t—don’t hurt people who don’t deserve it.”

“Who does deserve it?”

Bullshit question.

She’s leading you.

It’s fine.

“Nobody at present,” you tell her.

“Who deserved it in the past?”

You shift in your seat, crossing your arms, trapping your hands between your elbows and ribs.

They already know. This lady, Tony, all of them. You don’t think there’s a single person on the compound who hasn’t read your file.

“Family.”

“Whose family?”

“Mine.”

“When you speak of your family do you include yourself?”

There it is.

You smile, mocking and sweet, and, “Obviously,” you say.

The video stops.

Natasha spins you around in your chair and clamps her hands on your shoulders. She’s the first person to touch your skin, your actual body, no barriers, since the day on the jet. All at once you wish you were wearing more than a tank top and wish she’d never stop touching you.

“By that logic,” she says, “your own logic, you deserve to be dead.”

“By the logic of all the world, actually,” you say, “yes. I should’ve been dead the day my family was. Don’t think it takes a professional to figure that out.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use so many words at once.”

You roll your eyes.

“Look at me,” Natasha says next, and doesn’t speak again until you do. “I know you’re fucked up—so am I. It sort of comes with being one of us. And—”

“Your point?”

“Don’t be a jackass,” she says, laying a firm pat on your cheek that feels more like a slap than you were expecting. “I’m trying to tell you that the deaths of your parents are in the past. It’s done. But the idea that you’re walking around wishing you were dead, too? Not okay.”

“Right.”

“We need you.”

“That so?”

It’s true enough.

Tony wouldn’t have recruited you if you weren’t valuable, if you couldn’t do things nobody else could. You’re so ingrained in the operations of the Avengers that at this point, yeah, they probably do need you. Teams are reliant on their members, and whether you like it or not the Avengers are the only people who haven’t kicked you to the curb the moment they found out what exactly is in your past.

It isn’t until Natasha says, “Listen to me. It wasn’t your fault, and you shouldn’t torture yourself over it,” that you realize how wrong you are.

Your eyes narrow.

In less than a millisecond you make a weighted decision.

Your hands knock hers from your shoulders. You need space between the two of you if you’re going to let this conversation unfold. You don’t want her that close when you confide, you don’t think you could handle watching her recoil.

“What do you know about the deaths of my parents?”

Natasha furrows her brow, says, “They were shot point-blank by a HYDRA rogue after refusing to turn over their research on genetic engineering.”

You don’t know why you want to tell her.

You know it’ll ruin everything.

But if Natasha doesn't know, who else is in the dark?

You don’t want to spend your time around a team that doesn’t even know the fundamentals of your history. You want them to know exactly what you are, and if after that they still want you to stay? You will.

“I was never a rogue,” you tell her, gritting your teeth, “and I was never HYDRA.”

Natasha steps back. “You—?”

“And they didn’t refuse to turn over anything.” Your voice is thickening, getting rough around the edges. “I didn’t even ask for it, I’d already seen it all.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

It isn’t pity that she’s looking at you with but you can’t place whatever it is and that alone makes you want to put your head through a wall.

“I’m saying that I was an experiment. Bred in a lab to be the perfect, indestructible child. You had the Red Room, I had the house I grew up in.”

“But” — she’s pacing, never getting any closer to you than where she started — “you aren’t indestructible. I know you aren’t.”

“They made a mistake in my genetic code. I can bleed if I want to, I can feel pain under the right circumstances, but I’m not sure that I can die. And—”

It clicks so plainly on her face.

“You want to find out,” Natasha finishes for you. She comes to a stop, studying you from across the room, and you can see her putting the pieces together like you’re right there in her mind. “You didn’t kill your parents. You killed your captors.”

“You killed Dreykov.”

“…Touché.”

/

“You altered my file. Why?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to walk in here as the mommy and daddy killer. Was I wrong?”

He wasn’t.

Mostly.

But.

“I thought everyone knew.”

“I know,” Tony says, and to his credit he does manage to look apologetic. “And you thought they accepted you anyway. Which they do, still, by the way. Now that they actually know.”

No matter how deep you dig you can’t find it in yourself to be upset with him. He only did what believed was best. For you and for the team. You know more than most what a decision of that caliber feels like.

“Right,” is all you say.

You turn to go.

“You’re taking Romanoff with you,” Tony says before you make it out the door, “on the Evora job. And on all jobs from here on out.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Stark.”

“Maybe not,” he says, “but good luck telling her that.”

/

Natasha’s behavior around you hasn’t changed.

You don’t know whether that’s because things are genuinely the same or because she wants you to think things are the same.

It’s hard to gauge whether it actually matters one way or the other.

“Guy calls himself Elemento.”

“Gross.”

“Yup,” Natasha says, “but he can bend the elements to his will.”

Your behavior around Natasha has changed, if only a little. You’re talking more. Mostly to fill the silences she leaves hanging in the air, the spats of quiet that make your head hurt.

“Bullets and martial arts won’t do much against that,” you say. “Offense a little intended.”

“Ouch.” She’s grinning. “You can’t be bent, however. I’m just backup.”

She’s right.

As usual.

You’re an experiment the elements can no longer touch. You put your ability to be altered to bed the day you shot your parents.

Elemento can’t bend you.

And he doesn’t.

His gift only works when he’s breathing.

You putting your hand through the skin of his throat and tearing out his windpipe takes care of that. The bullet between his eyes takes care of the rest.

Spilling Elemento’s blood across the white tile floor of his laboratory is the closest you’ve ever come to creating fine art. When it splashes across the front of your battle suit and freckles you in red you reckon it’s the most color you’ve worn since childhood.

Before his body hits the floor you’ve pulled his hard drive and crashed out through the nearest window.

It isn’t until you’ve got an arm around a rung of the rope ladder dangling from Natasha’s chopper that you realize you’re still holding onto the flesh you pulled from his neck.

You wait to ask your questions until Elemento and his ruined lab in Evora are six hours behind you and you’re mostly cleaned up, until Natasha’s found an itty-bitty hotel room to camp out in for the night.

“Why does Stark give me the messy assignments?”

“He trusts you,” Natasha says without looking up from a dime-store paperback she swiped from the front desk. “And you have considerably fewer morals about leaving loose ends.”

So that’s it.

“Right.”

You don’t say much for the rest of the day.

You just sit on the floor at the foot of the bed and think. Mostly about the fact that okay, yeah, you don’t think too much when it comes to killing the people Tony wants you to kill, and a little about the fact that Natasha doesn’t seem to mind the carnage. Whatever red she had in her ledger doesn’t keep her from letting you have your fun.

Funny word for what you do for the Avengers, that one. Fun.

You weren’t allowed much fun as a kid. Hell, you can barely call your upbringing a childhood.

Most of what you remember is being pricked for blood, being rolled under x-ray machines, withstanding test after test until your parents were satisfied with their creation. You remember asking to celebrate holidays, birthdays—anything—and being told no. You remember watching the neighborhood kids board the school bus every morning from your bedroom window and hating that you weren’t allowed to go to regular school with them. Most of those memories are laced with hate.

Makes sense that murder constitutes fun these days.

“Hey.”

You pull yourself out of your thoughts.

The window’s gone dark.

Natasha has the bedside lamp on, casting a dim yellow glow across the little room, and she’s right there with you, dangling her head off the end of the bed and peering at you with affectionate amusement.

“You’ve been in your head for hours,” she tells you. “It’s four am.”

“Oh.”

“Come to bed.”

You look down at your clothes: gray tactical pants splattered with blood, boots caked in dust and dirt, sweat-stained tank top clinging to your chest. Off in the corner your battle jacket lies crumpled in a heap.

“I should shower.”

You wait until the water’s scalding before stepping in.

When you get out your skin’s red and warm and in the foggy mirror you notice a gash along the length of your forearm. It doesn’t need stitches but you figure Natasha’s going to say something about it anyhow.

She does.

“That hurt?”

“No.”

“Did you clean it?”

“Are you always such a mom?”

“My sister would say yes.”

You dress in a spare tee and a pair of sweats with the gaudy Avengers logo on the hip.

There’s only one bed.

You crawl in and lay still on your back.

Natasha props herself up on an elbow and studies you.

“You said you can bleed when you want to, and feel pain under the right circumstances. What does that mean?”

“It means exactly what it sounds like it means.”

“Elaborate,” she says.

“Later.”

“Fine.”

She kills the lamp.

It takes her ten minutes to decide to slip a hand over your bicep and squeeze. Another five to tuck her leg up over your hip. When you don’t move she finds your hand and pulls it to her thigh, and, “Just—there,” she mumbles against your ear. You squeeze, she hums.

Eventually, you don’t know how long—you lost track of the minutes as soon as she invited you to touch her—Natasha’s lips find your skin. She leaves soft kisses along your jaw, slow and steady, until she finds your lips and licks into your mouth with a gentle curiosity that distracts you enough not to notice the hand slipping under your shirt until Natasaha’s nails bite into your skin.

For a moment you want to ask what this is, what the time on the jet was. You push the thought away as Natasha swings a leg over your hips, mounts you, and leans over to flick the lamp on.

“I want to try something,” she says, peeling your shirt off, grazing her fingertips over your sternum and down your stomach. Then she pulls a knife on you, a little folding one that snaps open with a satisfying click. The sound itself is enough to light a fire deep in your core.

You don’t nod. You don’t speak. You just smile, dreamy and expectant, because while it isn’t a loaded gun it does still excite you.

Natasha sets the blade at the base of your throat, and, “I want you to bleed,” she says, brows raising. “Can you do that for me?”

You can. Even though you can hear your heart thudding in your ears and you can feel the scorching tingle of arousal as it shoots down your spine, you can do it.

The knife follows the path her fingers took only moments ago: over your chest, between your breasts, along the divot between the muscles of your stomach. In its path little droplets of blood sprout before your eyes, painting you red for the second time that day. Natasha wipes the blade on the sheets and drags her fingers over the thin wound, smearing blood across your skin.

A moment passes in silence, you watching Natasha while she inspects the slice she put into you. In that moment your heart picks up, thundering against your ribcage, and you know she can feel it just as easily as she can see the heavy rise and fall of your chest.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Rhetorical—she’s smirking. “No blood this time. I don’t even want to break your skin.”

You have to think about it for a moment, tunnel way back into the corners of your mind to find the switch that kills your pain receptors and fortifies the density of your skin, but you can do it. You’d only practiced finding and hitting that switch under the clinical observation of your parents a thousand times as a child. It used to take you hours—this time it takes only seconds.

When the blade slides over your skin this time, nothing happens. Not even a scratch.

“Like a butter knife against marble,” Natasha mumbles.

You can’t tell if she’s studying you as a whole or just the cut and the would-be one. At least she hasn’t said anything about the fact that you’ve fought by her side time and again and not once has she ever seen you refuse a wound. Surely it means something, to her or whichever psychologist Tony has on retainer this month, that you choose to let yourself get hurt when things come to blows, but you think it’s hardly the time to dwell on that.

The knife clatters onto the bedside table.

“Sorry,” she mutters, pressing her palm against your abdomen, grazing her nails over the firm muscles she finds there. “Although I’m absolutely certain you don’t need an apology. Still—not every day I hurt one of my own on purpose.”

“One of your own, huh?”

She rolls her eyes.

“I wouldn’t be here to keep an eye on you if I didn’t care.”

“You sure it isn’t just so you can get into my pants again?”

“All I have to do is smile at you to accomplish that.”

“Touché.”

Natasha smiles.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to meet her halfway as she ducks down to kiss you. The taste of her tongue is second only to the taste of her cunt, and you consider yourself lucky to know the taste of both.

Doesn’t take much more than a heavy hand of yours slipping down between her legs and cupping her through her little sleep shorts to convince Natasha to let you have her. You get her out of her bottoms and push your fingers through slick lips, pushing her wetness around with your fingertips before sinking into her in one fluid motion.

You almost ask her if it’s good, if it’s enough, but her eyes rolling skyward, her fingertips pressing into your skin, and her back arching as she rolls her hips against your hand tell you all you need to know. She’s warm and wet and tight around your fingers as you stroke her from the inside, practically coaxing her wetness out of her cunt and into the palm of your hand.

“Good?” You ask anyway because even with the pleasure written on her face you still value a verbal confirmation.

“Good,” Natasha says, nodding.

Before you can say anything else she slips an arm around your neck and rolls onto her back, pulling you right down on top of her with your hips nestled between her thighs and your hand trapped between your bodies.

“Better,” she says, smirking up at you. “Fuck me like this—like you mean it.”

“Easy,” you tell her, because it is, because you really do mean it.

You thrust your fingers into Natasha’s warm cunt while she mouths at your throat, sinking her teeth into the soft spot where she finds your pulse, sucking a bruise into your skin that you know will linger for days, and you don’t think you’ve ever been so eager to wear a mark before. And you’re still bleeding, smudges of blood on your chest staining Natasha’s shirt from where she presses up against you, but you don’t care, and you don’t think she does either.

Notching your hips against the back of your hand and using the steady grind to fuck your fingers into her helps, makes it feel a little like what you’d guess a biological male might feel in this situation, holding yourself above Natasha with an arm that’s starting to cramp while you push into her. You’d watch if you could, you reckon the sight of your fingers disappearing into her clenching hole is a mighty fine one, but she’s palming at your breasts, teasing your nipples, and her arms are in the way. You settle for slipping a third finger into her cunt, stretching her open, grunting happily as she keens into your ear and gushes around your fingers.

“I wish I had your stamina,” she mutters through a yawn, pushing her hands through your hair as you crawl down her body, settling on your belly between her legs. “You aren’t going to let me sleep yet, are you?”

You give your answer by burying your face in her cunt, licking through her lips, grazing your teeth over her sensitive clit, and drinking her in. She tastes better than you remember: heady and intense and entirely Natasha. You hum against her, prop one of her legs over your shoulder, and coast your hands along her thighs. She’s warm to the touch and warm against your tongue and if it weren’t nearing five o’clock in the morning you’d spend all the time in the world right here.

But because it is nearing five o’clock you spend maybe ten minutes between Natasha’s legs, licking into her leaking hole until she tenses and trembles and spills onto your tongue. By the time you wipe your mouth on the sheets and crawl up to her side she’s barely awake, but, “Thanks,” she mumbles, draping an arm across your middle and leaving a lingering kiss on your shoulder. “For not shutting me out.”

Natasha falls asleep tucked up against your side and by the time she’s snoring softly against your shoulder you’ve decided that, whatever the circumstances, whatever the mission, having someone tag along to babysit you isn’t the worst thing in the world at all when that person is Natasha.

And, for what it's worth, you're glad you haven't figured out how to push her away.

kotenok part. ten

the team goes on a small vacation upstate, you and natasha enjoy yourself, and conversation amongst the team are made.

older!natasha romanoff x younger!reader

warnings: major age gap, mommy kink, fingering, squirting, wanda is a jealous bitch, awkward situations.

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The sun shone on you like a glow that made your skin tingle. You smiled at the feeling, warmth replacing the ache and break in your heart from the breakdown you had a week ago.

You suppose it’s over now. Natasha was with you and so was the team. However much you despised them for their reluctance about your relationship with the older woman, their company at the cabin was something you admired.

It felt like a family outing.

Like everything was normal.

And as you sat on the edge of the pool in your red bikini, feet saturated in the water below you, chuckles from Peter and MJ echoed in your head. In the far distance, from the in pool bar, you could hear chatter from Tony and Rhodey.

It was the many moments with the team where everyone gathered. You were thankful everyone found a day off where the world didn’t need saving to travel up north of New York to the expensive little cottage Tony owned.

With the whole team invited, you carried on with your tanning as you watched them through your pink tinted sunnies perched up on the bridge of your nose.

“You having fun?”

You turned around to find your red headed girlfriend smiling at you. The older woman, mocking your outfit, but in a black bikini with a sarong wrapped about her waist, sat comfortably on her lounge chair with a book in her hand.

You smiled. Then softly nodded. “Are you?”

The older woman shrugged, and then sat up. Perched up on her shoulders, her eyes trailed from you to her friends who were in the pool.

“It’s hot.”

You giggled. “It is. I feel like I’m getting roasted out here.”

Natasha’s lips quirked up into a grin, her eyes now fully focused on you as you stared at her through your sunnies. She chuckled along with you and then whipped her head back to look into the cottage.

She contemplated it for a moment and you quirked a brow at your girlfriend, curious to what she was thinking.

“Wanna settle in our room for a moment? It’s colder in there.” There was an implication in her sultry tone but you knew her all too well. Natasha was insinuating more than what she intended and you saw through her.

She apparently caught on to your gaze, smiling as the gears worked through in your head. She smiled, setting her book down with the bookmark apparent for her to see.

“No funny business.”

You smiled. Unsure of her promise, not that it was one in the first place but you knew there was always something more.

You stood up from the pool, a grin present on your lips as water cascades down your thighs. And as you inched yourself towards your lover, a hand out for her to take, she sat up from her chair and took it.

Leading you inside the house, the cold air hits the both of you with surprise, your nipples blossom with ease but Natasha turn to get a glimpse. Instead, the both of you pad your way down the hallway until you found the room where you and her are suppose to stay.

Unbeknownst to both of you, the eyes of a certain Sokovian from the other end of the pool, watched as the two of you disappeared.

When you and Natasha find yourself all alone in your shared room, you find her words correct as the air dries the droplets of water on your skin.

She’s attached to you the moment the door clicks shut. Her skin is abnormally cold, and it rises goosebumps on your own as sweeps hair away from your neck.

“I can’t wait for tonight’s bonfire.” You admit it through a soft whisper, your eyes focusing on the eccentric decor of the room, attempting to distract yourself from Natasha’s lips against the nape of your neck.

She hums, carefully and gently in response. “I’m sure we’ll have fun. Have you enjoyed the vacation so far?”

You gave her a nod, a smile presenting itself on your lips in genuine content. It had been a while. You hadn’t felt this happy since you and Natasha made it official. You found a family and they found you. It was all working together, even if it wasn’t perfect. It was all here.

“I haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

Her hand snuck around your waist and to your front, slender fingers and cherry red painted nails gently scraped the front of your tummy.

“That’s good, kotenok. I’m glad.”

Natasha was relentlessly with her teasing, but somehow, she managed to work her way through it with small talk about the cottage. And as she dipped her hand under your red bikini bottom, she asked you about how you felt about hiking.

You frowned, then bit your lip when Natasha found out you were shaven bare underneath as she slightly paused in her touch.

“I don’t like walking.” She smiled against your neck, then moved up to nip your lobe before her finger dip to swirl the pads of her fingertips against your clit. You whimpered, your head lulling back against Natasha’s shoulder where she welcomed you.

“I know you don’t, baby.” She cooed against your ear, feigning a conversation as her finger now travelled further south to smear your arousal over your cunt.

If anyone could see the two of you, it would be a sin. The sight of you settled on Natasha’s lap, legs parted with the obvious sight of the older woman’s hand between your legs and down your bottoms, fingers sawing back and forth as she fingered you, hell would let lose.

You felt ashamed. Not of your relationship but that you left your friends and family out in the pool to be a slut with your girlfriend. Though, you’re sure no one could blame you. With the older woman sitting behind you, she was an insatiable thing.

You adored her. Adored how she couldn’t get enough of you. Adored how she worshipped your body as if it were the only one out there. Compared to Natasha’s, you were a small, petite, and meek girl. Compared to her’s, she had legs of a super model, abs of a swimmer, and creamy clear skin of that a whiteboard.

You weren’t jealous. You didn’t envy your girlfriend. It was something you could never do. But you do wonder from time to time, how a woman such as her, mature and grown, could find fulfillment in someone like you.

Perhaps that’s what some of the team thought. The age gap. The taboo of it all. The media hasn’t found out yet. You and her were careful. Even while out in the city, the media had only dubbed the two of you as bestest of friends. You could only laugh at the pictures.

You didn’t mind. You had Natasha all to yourself. Even if it were just within the walls of the tower, you and her were content. Even if they really did think the two of you were gal pal’s. Best friends don’t finger each other the way she had been doing.

And as Natasha nuzzled her nose against your cheek, holding your firm against her front, you could feel her breasts press up firmly against your back. Her taunt nipples chafing against her bikini top, touching your back like they were teasing you.

So, you bucked your hip and wiggled your hips against her. She grinned and then nipped the thin skin of your pulse.

“My insatiable little girl.” Her voice was sultry in tone, almost like honey. “Mommy’s fingers not enough?”

Your breath was shaky when you spoke. “Y-You just feel so good, mommy.”

Natasha smiled and you felt it against your cheek as she pressed her face against yours. You had fallen deep as she pumped her fingers in and out, and turns out she had too as both of your breathing had synced in tow of your orgasm.

And that was the thing about the older woman. She took pleasure in your pleasure. She always made sure you were satisfied, always taken care of. You always attempted to return the gesture, sometimes fingering her with her praises, and sometimes eating her out when she was still asleep.

But it had always been you.

To Natasha, there was nothing more important than you. She made to show you that through everything she did. Even if others despised her for it. You were everything.

“You’re so tight, kotenok.” She said it through a hiss. “God, you’re such a pretty girl for me, baby.”

You flushed under her words which caused her chuckle.

“It’s true, dekta. It’s all you.” You whimpered when she curled her fingers, and she even mocked your little whine when she fastened her hand. “Let go, honey. Let go. It’s just me.”

When you shook and cried in her hold, hips bucking in tow, Natasha held you through the way until her fingers soaked and dripping. The squelching sound filling your ears before you laid limp in her arms as you finished.

“There we go, kotenok.”

You whimpered when you felt her fingers leave you, feeling empty, you squirmed in her lap and sighed.

“It’s still hot.”

Natasha chuckled and helped you sit up. Her cheeks, now a crimson red, stared at you as you peered up at her from where you sat.

“Let’s go wash off then.” You raised a brow at her suggestion. “For real this time. No funny business.”

She helped you stand, legs wobbly as the two of you walked into the large shower. Tony really did outdo himself with the cottage. It was beautiful and lush. Eccentric but still modern in a sense.

And as the two of you stood under the shower, Natasha kept to her promise.

Chatter echoed against your ear, your lips curled into a smile, your body curled against Natasha’s lap, while her hands were curled against yours.

You smiled when she sat her chin on the top of your head, occasionally pulling away to get a sip of her beer which almost made you jealous and out of place as everyone had a glass in their hand. Even Peter as he sat close with MJ.

But you didn’t mind. You didn’t need to be intoxicated to enjoy what was happening. That was, Tony telling a story of that one time where Steve asked him what was an OnlyFans, as he was approached by a fan once asking that he should create once.

The whole group fell into a fit of laughter, making you smile as you watched the scene unfold. It was a story that you hadn’t heard of. It had happened way before you even joined the team, but it was a story that you were going to cherish like a memory.

The scene in front of you made you feel warm and all giddy inside. It felt odd. It was one of those rare occasions where you could feel happy without worry, without any fear or stress. Those moments where it was just you and your favourite people in the world.

You smiled as Tony made large and dramatic hand movements, falling deeper into Natasha’s hold. Rhodey eventually got him to settle down, making the billionaire to roll his eyes in tow while Pepper scolded him for being so loud.

The moment was wonderful. And when the group fell back into its comfortable silence, you sighed and snuggled close to Natasha’s arms.

Tony caught your gaze and he smiled. “Feeling cozy, Romanoff?”

You heard Natasha hum beneath you but you also watched her roll her eyes at Tony’s teasing antics. You were cozy, both of you were and you couldn’t help but grin at Tony’s question in response.

“Where did you two go off this afternoon?”

He was talking about when Natasha suggested the two of you cool off in your shared room. Which turned from cooling off to two fingers, knuckles deep inside of you, the comment made you flush under the fire’s warmth.

“We cooled off.” Natasha said it ever so simple with a face that said nothing at all. Her emerald striking eyes staring at Tony.

It was all fun and games.

Until Wanda spoke up with a nerving comment.

“Didn’t sound like it was just cooling off.”

The silence now became uncomfortable and you frowned in return, your eyes looking over at your friends who’s gaze were settled on the wooden deck.

Natasha settled uncomfortably under you and repositioned you on her lap. She scoffed and turned to Wanda.

“What makes it your business, Maximoff?” Natasha’s tone was firm and irritated, it held an octave lower than usual and her grip on you was tighter.

You frowned and turned, smushing your face against her breasts to hide away from the embarrassment.

“How about we settle down—”

“It’s my business when the two of you are always sneaking off to fuck.” Wanda’s voice was much louder and you couldn’t help but cower under her tone. “This is supposed to be a family event. A team thing. But you two can’t keep it in your pants for at least five fucking days.”

“Wanda.” Steve’s voice echoes against the silence and you see him with a glare harder than you’ve ever seen. Your eyes bat from the captain to the Sokovian witch. “Keep it to yourself. Natasha and Y/n are minding their own business. They’re in a happy and wonderful relationship and I suggest you keep your words to yourself unless you want to be sent home.”

“Tasha...”

The redhead snuggled close to you, both of you watching the scene unfold as Steve looks at the younger woman across from him. It’s all awkward, the topic of your relationship with Natasha was one that wasn’t usually brought up as it caused rifts in the team, but seeing one of the many few people stand up for the both of you? Something ached in your chest.

Wanda rolled her eyes, and within the writhing moments as she stood, she left and disappeared into the house.

The fire crackling settled the silence in the air, the warm auburn glow from the heat made you frown at how the night had been ruined. You shook your head and sat up from your seat, jerking Natasha to attention.

You smiled at the woman, pecked her lips and moved away from her lap. “I’ll be back.”

Her brows furrowed but before she was able to protest, you had slipped away into the darkness.

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

Always On My Mind

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

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

You should buy her flowers. 

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

You checked your phone absentmindedly.

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Hello!! I've been researching this specific eye condition lately (convergence insufficiency), and I realised that it could be the condition that Natasha has in your I spy fic! The condition causes double or blurred vision when doing up close tasks, which may result in headaches and one or both eyes turning outward in long term untreated cases. The person with the condition can also have perfect 20/20 vision, so it often goes undiagnosed. This condition can be further worsened by long hours at a computer and stress- it can also be helped by wearing prism glasses!💕 I have only been researching it for a bit, but I realised well it fit with the fic! My tumblr has been iffy so Im doing this as a reblog, I tried an ask but I don't think it worked out 😅:)

I Spy

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: This is based entirely on the fact that it’s Lesbian Visibility Week and I like both puns and cute girls wearing glasses. As such, it’s all a little bit of nonsense. Also, entering it into @slutfornat’s fic contest before I chicken out.

There was always more with Natasha than what met the eye. Not every pattern you could spot or even explain, but you liked to try.

There were little behaviours, the smallest of quirks that hinted more at her personality than any of the careful phrases she’d given you about herself since you joined the team.

It started when you noticed the way that Natasha would read a mission report; always at arm’s length. It gave her this air of nonchalance that you found immediately attractive. Natasha would give the details a cursory glance, barely lifting the file from the desk before placing it back. From those few seconds, she could reiterate the mission outline to anyone. You’d checked. Soon enough, you had stopped bothering to study your own mission file at all during meetings.

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Oh gods this is so good my heart is melting😭 This really helped some of my insecurities and Scarlet is so sweet💕💕 You managed to convey emotion really well I honestly felt anxious before the premiere- I love this

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Based on this lovely request. Please note this talks about body insecurity and also coming out. There are also sexy scenes :)

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You didn’t know why Scarlett loved you, but you trusted that she did. You didn’t always love yourself. Kindness was easier with others than it was for yourself.

All the first moments between you and Scarlett had been hesitant. You’d met through friends, there’d been group dinners, nights at bars. You’d liked her smile, but you didn’t let yourself consider it.

You hadn’t known she liked women. Noone had. When she’d taken your hand the first time, in the back of the taxi cab, the movement had been rushed. Her eyes had been focused forward, but you’d caught her shallow breaths. There’d been a heartbeat of a moment, you’d felt everything hang in the balance. Then, you’d squeezed her hand back. 

Scarlett had turned to face you, eyes wide. Her cheeks had shimmered golden with the glow of the night time traffic. She’d looked briefly surprised, and then, abruptly she’d looked scared. You’d held her gaze as you smiled.

Scarlett had searched your eyes for a long moment before she’d smiled back. But, she did smile back.

You left the taxi cab together.

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I'll always choose you

Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

words: 3k

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing, guns, swords, death, blood, injuries

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When you first joined the team Natasha was wary of you, she never saw you before and she couldn't find any information on you. You weren't the most open person, preferring to keep your personal life to yourself, so she chose to stay close and keep an eye on you just in case. And when you became more open with her, she realised that you could be trusted.

You were always the first one to support her plans for missions and the last one to object her ideas. On your missions you stayed close, watching her back (she did the same to you).

She couldn't understand, at first, why you were so loyal to her and only her, and you never gave her a proper answer, so she let the questions go (for now).

You never paid as much attention to other team members, never blindly followed their instructions, even when Captain gave you an order you always looked at her for a nod of approval.

It annoyed the hell out of everyone on the team, but to Natasha it meant the world. She always felt her stomach tighten when you did that.

She started to open up to you as well, telling you about the Red Room, about her insecurities and biggest fears.

You told her that whatever happened there didn't make her any less of a hero.

---

But then there was Hydra.

She told Steve everything she knew, but it still wasn't enough for him, suspicion lingered in his eyes. She knew he never fully trusted her, always hesitating whenever she offered him information, just like Tony and Bruce. Just like everyone she knows, except Clint and Fury.

And when they had to run away, she ran to you. She fully trusted you by now, but she was afraid that today will be the day you finally doubted her.

You let them in without a question, and when she told you about Hydra, you didn't have any reason not to trust her, so you just nodded and got your suit ready.

"You don't have any questions?" She asked, rooting you on the spot with her questioning eyes. "What if lied to you? What if I'm with Hydra?"

You just let out a laugh, murmuring a that's a lame joke under you breath and walked past her, squeezing her shoulder and sending her a reassuring look.

She sat there, trying to grasp how it could be possible that you trusted her so much after knowing her so little.

Then there was a masked man on the bridge, Bucky, and Steve was too distracted to notice his friend bleeding out in the van.

"Can't you see she's hurt?" You snapped at the guards, trying your best to stop the bleeding.

She had just enough energy left in her body to send you a grateful smile.

You stopped Hydra, blowing up the ships and ruining a couple of buildings in the process. She was anxious after she leaked SHIELD's information, but seeing how proud you were of her made it all worth it.

---

Time went by, you got to know each other more and more, your weekly movie nights slowly became daily movie nights. She took you to her favourite cafe for lunch, and brought you your favourite treat from a local bakery everyday, claiming she was just passing by it, and since I had enough time...

Your occasional complaints about her ditching you to train with Wanda disappeared, when she offered to become permanent training partners. Your late night talks became sleepovers, and soon enough your favourite pillow occupied the right side of her bed and her clothes occupied a shelf in your closet.

But then there were Accords.

It wasn't even Wanda's fault. She did not set off that bomb, she did not kill all these innocent people. Rumlow did.

Natasha was conflicted. She knew the Accords were needed, but not on these terms. She pulled you away after Ross left, a quiet storm in her eyes. "What do you think?"

"I don't think we should sign them, but not signing them would be worse, right? Can't we have a middle ground?" Your were troubled, your eyes searching hers for an answer.

"They won't budge. We need to choose." She let out a shaky breath before clothing her eyes, leaning her head against the wall with a light thud. You took the chance and leaned against her side. "Okay. Then I'm with you."

"What?" She pulled away.

"I'm with you."

"Y/n, this is your freedom we're talking about. You can't make decisions like that just because you want to tag along." She couldn't understand why between Tony and Steve you would choose her. She had nothing to offer in return for your loyalty, she said as much months ago, but you still chose her.

"Do you want me to be on your side?" You whispered, your arms circling her waist to make her look at you.

"More than anything." She breathed out, falling into your arms.

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She signed the Accords and you followed suit. Tony didn't even lift an eyebrow when he saw you standing beside Nat, not surprised to see you choosing her again. He always wondered why you were so devoted to her, sending you questioning looks whenever you took her side in an argument. But then something clicked in his eyes and he let out a quiet exhale, a trace of a smile on his lips.

Now, he and Steve argued next to you, and Natasha thought about how did it come to this. How could she let it come to this.

Bucky escaped and Steve asked for your help, you heard Natasha's take a sharp breath from behind you. "I can get your stuff, but after that you're on your own. I'm sorry." You offered.

"Thank you." He left with a squeeze of your elbow.

Natasha took your hand in hers and led you out.

"If he's right, if Bucky didn't do this, then I'll help him." She said once you both got in her car, her eyes trained on you, her body tense and unmoving. She was afraid, you realised, afraid of your reaction.

"I'll find the proof, you'll get Tony to listen." You decided, turning the air conditioning on. Like it was not a big deal, like you just decided what to get for dinner, and Natasha finally realized that you're not going anywhere, that you will stick with her until the very end. She blinked away the tears and drove away.

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"Can you believe he got a child to fight for us?" Natasha heard you shout, distracting her from Clint long enough for Wanda to yank her away. You were by her side in a second, pulling her up.

"Cat guy will catch up to them." You stated, your eyes darting between Steve and Tony.

"You think we should stop him?" She saw your hesitation, your mouth opening, but no words came out. "Y/n?" She asked again.

"I didn't find anything yet, but I think Bucky is innocent." You hesitated, awaiting her reaction.

"Then that's enough for me." She said, before running off in the direction of the warehouse.

She stopped T'Challa, granting Steve and Bucky an easy escape. Rhodes got hurt, the rest of Steve's team was thrown in the Raft and you disappeared.

Tony was angry with her when she approached him, spewing hurtful words she knew he only somewhat meant. He didn't know where you were either. She waited as long as she could for you to come back, but then Ross almost got her and she had to run away.

Norway, she decided with no hesitation, when Mason offered her a list of countries she could escape to. He chuckled then, mumbling about how he knew she'll choose it.

"There's a surprise for you." He said when she met him, a smug expression on his face. She didn't say anything in return, side eyeing him until he hurried away.

She knew someone was inside the second she stepped foot in her new home. Reaching for her gun, she carefully stepped in what would be her bedroom, when she noticed you sleeping in her bed.

"You asshole!" She grumbled angrily, throwing a pillow in your face. You sat up abruptly, too disoriented to understand what was going on. "You just disappeared on me and now you show up, sleeping on my bed with your shoes on!" She continued pushing you with her pillow, until you had enough and threw her on the bed beside you.

"Ross was snooping around, I couldn't afford him finding you." You explained, rubbing the sleep off your eyes. "I'm glad you chose Norway." You yawned, sinking into her body, your face nuzzled into her neck.

"I know you love Norway." She grudgingly pulled you closer.

---

The generator lasted until nightfall and Natasha went to get some gas, leaving you to protect our household.

She didn't get the chance to reach the gas station, a missile blew up her car and she had a fight off with a masked person, who managed to throw her into the river, but not before she took the vials.

She should've warned you somehow, but after seeing the picture tucked between the vials, she knew she had to go as soon as possible. And you deserve a payback for the scare you gave her.

The next morning she was in her old apartment in Budapest, choking her sister with a curtain. Red Room was still there, Yelena said.

She came back two days later with no gas and a short blonde trailing behind her. "I didn't know the gas station was on the other side of the world." You said, pulling her in a tight hug.

"Had to make a pitstop in Budapest." She sounded regretful, sending you a small smile.

"Who's that beautiful woman?" Yelena asked, sending you a cheeky wink.

"Y/n." You said at the same time as Natasha grumbled she's off limits quietly, so only Yelena could hear. Eyebrows shot up on her face, but she didn't comment, turning to shake your hand.

By know Natasha should've known that after she explained everything to you, you'll offer your help, but she was still shocked when you immediately got up to make some calls, a look of determination on your face.

"We'll have a jet by evening, with guns and everything we might need." You said when you finished the conversation.

"I like her." Yelena grinned.

---

Alexei was an interesting person.

You didn't like him. In fact, you wished you could punch him in the face hard enough for his teeth to fall out. Natasha could sense the anger radiating from you in waves, she noticed you grinding your jaw whenever he spoke up, your eyes boring through his face. You were not as hard on Melina, she noted, your eyes softened, when you learned she was controlled too.

Natasha never thought anyone would care for her the way you did, and when you snapped at Alexei to finally shut the fuck up, she gently squeezed your hand under the table to let you know that it was okay. She didn't hold any grudges against them, and she didn't want you to carry that hate around. You let out a breath, mumbling a quiet sorry under your breath.

"Thank you." She mouthed.

---

The Red Room was even worse than you thought.

You had no idea where you were when you woke up strapped to the table, some scientists standing not too far away. You looked on your left and saw Yelena trying to communicate with you without using her voice, she tilted her head in the direction of scientists than gestured to a table full of medical equipment next to you. You nodded in understanding and moved at the same time as her.

You found the antidote quickly enough and separated, you ran to find Natasha and she went to the widows.

You found Nat in Dreykov's office, surrounded by the widows. You saw them take turns hitting her and your blood boiled. You never fought so hard in your life. Taking them down one by one you inched closer to her with every step, until you finally reached her, shielding her from the punches long enough for Yelena to come back and release the antidote.

Your dysfunctional team managed to take down the Red Room and Natasha hugged you so tight she might've broken a couple of ribs.

"Steve asked for our help." She said once she pulled away, her eyes staring in the distance, where she could see Ross coming.

"We're not doing anything until you're patched up." You huffed, putting her hand around your shoulders to help her move. She tried her best to hide her injuries, but you saw every twitch of her muscles, every wince on her face.

"Okay." She didn't protest this time, putting most of her weight on your shoulders, and let you lead her to the car hidden in the distance.

---

You met Steve a week later, and to your relief he had everything prepared.

"What happened?" He asked, when he noticed the bruises on Natasha's arms.

"A run in with an old enemy of mine." She simply replied, refusing to reveal more. His concerned eyes settled on you then, but you shook your head. If Natasha didn't want to tell him, then you won't tell anything too.

Turns out breaking into the Raft was much easier than you thought. Natasha got into their system in minutes and opened the doors for you and Steve.

The guards didn't stand a chance against the supersoldier and you didn't even break a sweat, letting Steve do the hard work while you took care of the few who managed to avoid him. Natasha joined you a few minutes later, showing you a hard drive with a smug grin.

"Got some dirt on them in the process."

"It's called multitasking, Rogers." You shut him up before he could start complaining, earning a glare from the captain.

Once you reached the cells Natasha immediately went to Wanda's, her heart breaking at the sight of the young witch. After that getting out was not a problem, you had the most powerful human on your side.

---

"I never thought I'll be fighting against an army of aliens." You huffed, killing another creature with your sword. T'Challa offered all of you a variety of weapons, and you choose two vibranium swords after he said they could slice through anything.

"I never thought I'd live long enough to see flying cars, but here we are." Steve grumbled in response, tearing apart another alien before it could hurt you.

"Y/n, if you get yourself killed, I'll personally drag you back from heaven." Natasha shouted from a distance, her worried eyes darting to you every couple of minutes.

"She thinks I'll end up in heaven." You grinned, slicing through another enemy.

No matter how many you killed, Thanos' army kept growing, his ships digging through the ground, just under the barrier.

But then Thor came back on Earth stronger than ever, and you felt yourself smile. Natasha was closer to you now and you fought back to back in a practised dance, the creatures attacking you did not stand a chance. Wanda came down just on time to join the fight after she successfully destroyed the stone, saving you from the incoming ships.

Thanos appeared not long after. He somehow knew that Wanda already destroyed the stone and he was angry.

Good, Natasha thought. That meant he'll be sloppy and distracted, which is exactly what you need. He tried to use the green stone right away, but the red mist surrounding his arm stopped him from moving his fingers, keeping his arm in place. He didn't have the chance to shake Wanda away, Stormbreaker already sliced his arm off.

His body was left in Wakanda for science purposes.

Tony, Peter and a wizard, Dr. Strange, came back on Earth a week later on a cool-looking spaceship that belonged to a woman named Carol, who offered you a cheeky grin when she noticed you staring. Natasha huffed beside you, taking your hand to lead you back inside.

"You know, if you want everyone to stop flirting with your best friend, you should at least ask her out." Yelena complained loud enough for everyone to hear, immediately snapping her mouth shut when she noticed Natasha's glare.

Everyone looked at her in panic, awaiting a catastrophe, except for Tony, who had a knowing look on his face and Carol, who looked like she was ready to fly away any second now.

"What do you mean?" Natasha asked, causing everyone to take a step back.

"You can't be that dense. Everyone knows you're in love with each other, so just ask her out already." Yelena exclaimed, aggressively gesturing between you two.

You tried to hold your laughter, but failed when you saw Natasha slowly sitting down on the grass, her palm connecting with her forehead. "Yelena, we've been together for years." She said.

"What?" You heard Steve shout. "When did that happen?"

"Somewhere between Hydra and the Accords she asked me out. The best date of my life." You answered for her, pulling her back on her feet. "For a team of superheroes you all are kind of dense." You chuckled, patting Yelena on the shoulder as you passed by her. She still had her mouth open in shock.

"For the record, I noticed a long time ago." Tony called after you, clutching his wound.

---

Everything was finally fine, even more than fine, great. And you felt yourself smile when Natasha returned to your room after checking up on Tony.

"Did you threaten him?" She changed into her sleep clothes, tiredly rubbing her shoulder.

"Who? Tony?" You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to remember if you actually did. She nodded, sending you a teasing smile. "Oh, shut up. What did he say?"

"He apologized for what he said to me back then, and for not being here for us when we dealt with the Red Room." You were surprised, but not shocked. You knew Tony always cared about your girlfriend, just in his own way. "Thank you." She added, cuddling into your side.

"For what?" You arms circled her form, stroking her shoulder.

"For choosing me." She whispered into your neck, and you could feel the slightest shake of her voice against your throat.

"I'll always choose you." You placed a kiss on the top of her head, tightening your hold. "Always."

We already had whipped Nat, so I thought, why not have whipped reader? 😌

Feedback is appreciated 💕

I Told You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

(18+ Only) Warnings: mommy kink, oral-sex on strap on (nat receiving), face-fucking, spitting kink, praise kink, degradation, spanking, choking, hair-pulling, dub-con (?), tummy-bulge kink, overstimulation, cum-filled strap on

A/N: hello! this is a second part to Mile High Club! it’s thot hours, so i hope you whores enjoy this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: My good lord. I need a Part II to Mile High Club, where Nat is absolutely destroying R with her strap🥵🥵

Mile High Club | I Told You

Summary: Natasha is a woman of her word.

Word Count: 1.8K

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You hit the floor with a loud thud as Natasha shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. 

You stayed on your knees, knowing all too well that your punishment would worsen if you moved an inch. 

You watched as Natasha slowly tore her clothes off, purposely taking a little longer than usual, to see if you’d disobey her, but to her surprise, you didn’t.

Even as she walked over to the closet and pulled out your favorite strap-on, attaching the harness to her waist, you didn’t budge. 

Natasha was impressed, but she wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of knowing that. 

The redhead stalked over to you, where you still kneeled in front of the bed. You let out a squeal when she harshly gripped your hair, pulling your face towards the toy. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Suck.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You didn’t have to be told twice as you gripped the base of the cock, running your tongue around the tip teasingly, but a grunt from Natasha and a needy thrust of her hips, put a stop to your teasing. 

Nat shoved the entire length into your mouth in one swift motion, smiling at the sound of your gags as the strap hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes quickly. 

“You better get to work and make mommy cum before I really give you something to cry about and fuck you with no preparation.” 

You focused on breathing through your nose, nodding against her cock before pulling your mouth completely off of the strap, slamming back onto the strap. 

Each time the strap hit the back of your throat, the base of the cock would rub against Nat’s clit, providing her pleasure as well. 

Her moans encouraged you to keep going. You didn’t want to disappoint your mommy. So, you took a deep breath through your nose and took the entire length into your mouth, and held it there for a few seconds. 

Natasha looked down and groaned at the sight of you on your knees, droll trailing down your mouth and chin, your beautiful gags filling the silence of the room. 

You pulled back halfway and repeatedly slammed down onto her cock, sucking as hard as you could. Even though you knew Nat couldn’t feel it, what you did know was that she went crazy over the sounds, and you were right. 

The redhead gripped both sides of your head and began to pound the strap into your mouth, fucking your face as fast as she could. 

“Fuck, baby. Mommy’s gonna cum for you. You’re so good with your mouth. Gonna fill that slutty mouth with my cum.” 

Natasha muttered out and with a few more thrusts, she came with a silent moan. You felt the fake cum fill your mouth and hastily swallowed everything. 

You looked up and watched as your girlfriend’s head flew back and her eyes fluttered shut, the hands on your head were shaking as she was overcome with bliss. 

When the Russian relaxed, she yanked you off of her cock, reveling in the coughs that followed after the action.

She smirked in satisfaction. The thought of your throat being sore tomorrow from her cock had Natasha eager to fuck you, and that’s exactly what she planned on doing. 

“You look so pretty like this, honey. Covered in spit, cum, and tears like a dumb whore. Open.”

You opened your mouth at Natasha’s command. She gripped your jaw and spit into your mouth, wiping away a few drops of cum that you failed to swallow.

“Swallow, strip, and get on all fours. Face down and ass up, baby.” 

You immediately swallowed and stood up. You tore your clothing off at lightning speed before practically jumping onto the bed in excitement. Natasha let out a dark chuckle as you did so.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too excited, slut. I’m gonna destroy this sweet pussy.” 

You closed your eyes and shuttered as Natasha teasingly rubbed the strap against your slit. 

“Please, mommy. Please fuck me with your cock.” You begged, but you quickly learned that was a bad move, when Natasha’s hand landed a hard smack against your ass. 

She spanked you a few more times, her blows getting harder as she continued. By the time she was finished, you were shuddering and crying as she rubbed the red skin. 

“Whores don’t get to beg. You take what mommy gives you and deal with it. Understood?” 

You nodded against the bed, your face buried into the mattress. You made sure to mumble a ‘yes mommy’ to avoid more spanks. 

Suddenly, all the air was knocked out of your lungs when Natasha slammed the cock deep into your entrance. 

Her hands gripped your waist tightly as she set off with a brutal pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your whorish moans resounded throughout the bedroom. 

“Fuck, baby. No matter how many times I stretch out this pussy with my big cock, you’re still so tight. Such a cockwhore.” 

Natasha grunted out as she continued her relentless thrusting. You were practically bouncing on her dick from the force of her thrusts. 

“Your cockwhore, mommy.” You turned your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the plush mattress, as you tried to catch your breath. 

Natasha gripped the base of your neck and yanked you up, your back flush against her chest. Her grip was tight as she rutted into you. 

“My cockwhore? That’s right, you’re my little slut, nothing but a hole for mommy to fuck. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You were panting, feeling lightheaded from the slight restriction she provided to your airways. 

“Yes! Yes, mommy. All my holes are yours to fuck. Only yours.” 

You were completely overtaken by the pleasure. She continued to ram the strap into your pussy and the squelching sounds turned you on even more.

“Cum on mommy’s cock, whore. Let everyone know that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” 

Natasha’s other hand reached around to rub tight circles onto your clit, the speed of her thrusts increasing until you came around her cock with a loud scream of her name, ‘mommy,’ and some other words the redhead couldn’t understand. 

You breathed heavily as Natasha let go of your throat. You didn’t even have the strength to catch yourself. You just let your upper body fall onto the bed as Natasha gripped your hips again, keeping your lower half up for her dick. 

Natasha continued pounding into you. She was sweating from the effort it took, but she didn’t care. She’d continue to fuck you, even if it was the last thing she’d ever do. 

She admired the way your ass would bounce against her pelvis each time she bottomed out. She loved the redness of your skin, her handprints clearly visible from her slaps. 

One of her hands slid up your spine, absolutely loving the way your back was arched, taking every inch of the cock desperately. 

You winced as her fingernails dug into the skin of your back, scratching down your back. That was definitely going to leave behind some marks, not that you cared anyway. 

You loved when Natasha would leave marks on your body. It was as if she was claiming you. She wanted everyone to know that she owned you and that was a huge turn-on. 

“Your pussy is so desperate for mommy. I wish you could see how beautiful my cock looks inside of you, moya lyubov (my love).” 

You whined when Natasha slapped your ass each time she thrust into you. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. So, your squeals turned into moans. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall over the edge again. You let out an animalistic scream as you came. Your entire body froze and you swear you stopped breathing for a second as you succumbed to the pleasure. 

Natasha’s thrusts slowed and you let out a sigh of relief. You thought she was done, but oh, you were so fucking wrong. 

The redhead picked you up and flipped you onto your back, her cock still inside of you. She began to fuck you once more, and you looked up at her pleadingly.

“Mommy, I- I can’t take anymore. Please stop.” You begged your girlfriend, but she didn’t listen. She continued to thrust into you roughly, one of her hands coming up and wrapping around your throat. 

“You can and you will. Didn’t you say you were mommy’s cockwhore? And you’re begging me to stop fucking you? You’re pathetic.”

Natasha’s thrusts slowed, but they were still rough as she pounded into you. She was hitting all of your sweet spots with precision, her other hand finding its way to your hip.

You were extremely sensitive at this point. Each thrust had you twitching and wincing slightly. It had become too much, but you wanted to please her so bad, so you gave in. 

Natasha’s eyes lit up when she saw the bulge of her dick prodding through your stomach. She loved how deeply she could fuck you; it was exhilarating. 

“Mommy’s cock is so deep inside your pussy, honey.” The redhead growled out as the hand on your hip traveled up your body. She moaned as she felt the bulge of her dick in your stomach. It drove her wild and she was desperate to have you cumming against her again.

“Mommy’s gonna fill your pussy up with her cum. Gonna make you my little cumdump.” 

Natasha grunted as her hand reached down and rubbed your clit quickly. Your eyes shut open, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets tightly. You were biting your lips so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you drew blood. 

“Come on, honey. Coat mommy’s cock with your cum.” Natasha leaned down, still thrusting into you as she whispered filthily into your ear. 

Your vision blurred as you came. You were so exhausted that you couldn’t bring yourself to scream as you hit euphoria. Your back rose off of the mattress, your neck straining from the angle. 

The feeling of warm cum filling you up had you shuttering below the redhead. Natasha kept thrusting into you, pushing more of the cum deep inside of your pussy. 

You whined when Natasha pulled the strap out of your cunt, the sound of your wetness filling the room. The redhead threw the strap to some spot in the room, reminding herself to clean it later. 

You stared up at your girlfriend through glossy eyes as she hovered over you. Natasha licked some of the drool that had escaped your lips with the tip of her tongue and moaned. 

She stared down at you with a cocky smirk. You were completely fucked out, your body drenched in sweat as your hair clung to your forehead. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I told you I’d fuck you till you begged me to stop.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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