Aren't We All Sinners

how bout nat and reader being best freinds who get dared to kiss at a party and they fuck when its over

warnings: older!bestfriend!nat x younger!petite!reader, size difference, slight angst, and nipple play.

Your eyes go wide and your lips part as the attention turns to you. With the silence of their impending thoughts, you can’t help but flush at the idea of kissing your best friend in front of everyone else.

No matter how in love you were with the redhead, the idea of such an intimate moment being shared with people like the team made you shake in embarrassment.

“Well?” Tony gave you a look and between that and those of your friends and colleagues, you turned to Natasha with doubt.

You were only met with quite the opposite; her brows were raised, and her lips were twitched into a grin.

“You trust me?” Her voice was a mere whisper intended only for you.

Your eyes travels from those of your friends to that of your best friend. Her emerald eyes staring at you with vigour and empathy.

It was soft. Making you warm with comfort.

So you nod, smiling soft before she returns the gesture with her wicked grin. She mumbles something incoherent to you before cupping your face towards her with passion.

Before you knew it, her lips were stuck on yours. Gentle, arousing, and swelter at all times, Natasha kissed you like it were her last.

There was devotion and fervour in her touch. The press of her plump lips against yours made you nearly forget about the prying eyes of both your friends and colleagues. The only reminder of their presence was the sound of their cheers before you pulled away with a heaving chest.

Natasha grinned and smiled but you were teary with tears that made you rush out of the room in embarrassment. The silence of the room returned once your presence departed.

...

The bathroom welled with your sobs as you palmed your face. With your lonely presence separated from your colleagues and best friend, you couldn’t help but wallow in the sad reality that Natasha would never feel the same.

Of course why would she? She was this sophisticated older woman with merely more experience than your own; yet, it was already baffling that she found enough trust and comfort in being your best friend despite the age gap.

You were simply too lost in your own thoughts to even have heard the rapping knock on the door. It was when she called your name out of concern that you realize her ever mending presence.

“Let me in, honey. It’s just me.”

Your hand wavered as you reached for the door knob. When the door swung open and you were met with a worried sick redhead, there was no hesitation as she stepped in and crowded your space.

“I know.”

You looked at her, confused.

“I feel the same.” She tells you. “I know it’s wrong, I felt bad because you were this young girl and I-I... You’re supposed to be my best friend, my everything but all I want is you. All I see is you and I-I didn’t know...”

You curled your hands with her own. The look in her eyes wide and lustful despite the somber words that fell from her plump lips.

The silence returned and within a blink, her lips were on yours and your back was pressed against the wall. A loud boom echoes through the room but neither you or her could care as her lips kissed you with less resistance.

With no Tony nor Steve to watch, the redhead slipped a hand under the cropped shirt you were wearing. Cold and inkling fingers touched the plains of your stomach and over the ribbed skin of your ribs. You shivered in response and gladly, welcomed her fingers as they circled your nipples to arousal.

“Natty,” your voice was meek in call for her. She didn’t care, she only adored how small you sounded under her. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” her reassurance brought you millennia worth of comfort. However, it was the way she peeled off your shirt and her own and rubbed both bare chest against each other that made you melt.

With pebbled nipples chafing against your own, you were overrun with stimulation as Natasha slipped a wandering hand under your lounge shorts. The frail knitwear brought you no comfort in knowing how far you had drenched your underwear that there was even an evident spot between your shorts that was dark grey.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” she confessed between heavy breathes. “I needed you. Couldn’t keep my eyes off from the way you moved.”

You flushed under her confession. You didn’t realize how much the two of you were alike until now. She had been pinning over you the way you had. The only barrier was the age gap and no matter how much your friends reassured that you and her age gap was no feat for any type of relationship, it felt wrong seeing your best friend that way - let alone an older woman.

“So small,” she whispered against your ear. “Always so sweet for me, honey.”

You pulled away from her touch with lustful eyes. The coil in your stomach making your whole body vibrated with need and arousal.

“Take me home, Natty.”

i read your dog tags fic and i have always thought the whole dog tags thing is hot but you think you could do one w natasha? an au where she was a soldier or wte and just a different plot or something idc i just think it’d be so hot for natasha

i don't really know about soldier type stuff so i did it as though she got the dog tags from working at shield - hope that's okay anyway :)

original dog tags fic with carol danvers is here

quiet

natasha romanoff x reader

warnings - smut; daddy kink, thigh riding, necklace as a gag, top!natasha, kinda sex in a public place, i think that's it

word count - 1149

The mission today had been emotionally exhausting for you considering your history with Hydra, having to go back to the base you’d been imprisoned in until just a few years ago. It had gone well though, nobody was injured, you just felt a little down.

You sighed as you slumped into the seat beside Natasha, instantly seeking comfort by resting your head on her shoulder, she kissed your head as you nuzzled into her neck readying for the long flight back.

“You okay, princess?” She murmured against you, feeling the shrug you gave her in response, trailing her fingers over your back down to your hip. “Want me to make you feel better?”

You hummed against her neck pressing a kiss to the skin beneath her ear, “Please daddy, make me feel good.” You mumbled beside her ear with a pout, she choked back a groan at the back of her throat at the words, digging her fingers into your hip to pull you up with her.

Neither of you paid any mind to the others, not caring of any funny looks you may have been receiving as she pulled you towards a secluded area of the quinjet out of sight; she pushed your back against a wall peppering kisses over your face, melding her lips with yours eagerly.

She held you by your waist as she kissed along your jaw, grazing her teeth over your skin as you held her close to your body, desperately clinging to her as though she could float away. Your needy hands wandered, fiddling with the zip of her tactical suit and tugging it down letting your hands brush over the soft skin of her chest, the glistening silver metal of her dog tags she’s worn since she joined Shield dangling against her, resting in the valley of her breasts.

She held the back of your head when you kissed across the skin, sucking at the flesh of her breasts that spilled out of the top of her bra, letting you revel in the taste of her skin - wanting anything to help you feel better. She yanked you back by your hair with a hiss at an overly eager bite to her skin, a dark mark no doubt being left behind.

You pouted to her innocently with your lips swollen red, mischievous smirk tugging at your mouth when she looked at you with a glare, eyes darkened and lustful. She pulled the zip of your suit, yanking the material down your body exposing your bra clad torso, closing the space between you with her lips attacking your neck. She slipped her hand beneath your bra, roughly pinching your nipple between her thumb and finger with a twist only tugging on it more at the sound of a whimper falling from your lips.

“So pretty baby, falling apart under my touch like this already. You’re desperate, hm?” She rasped, her lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“Mhm, just wanna feel good. Make me forget, daddy - please.” You pleaded, goosebumps raising over your skin when she scratched her nails down your body pushing your suit further past your hips.

“Focus on me, princess. By the end of the night you’ll know nothing but my name.”

Your hips bucked up into hers involuntarily at the way she growled out her words before crashing her lips to yours, frenzied and eager kisses as she danced her fingers beneath the hem of your underwear, teasingly stroking over your clit.

“I need you, Natty, please.” You whined out in frustration, feeling her smirk against your chest as she slid her fingers through your wet slit, plunging two fingers into you without a warning. You gasped out at the contact, her digits immediately curling inside you, brushing against your g-spot and the heel of her palm perfectly positioned over your clit.

You put all of your focus into trying to be quiet, trying to be consumed only by the way Natasha pumped her fingers into you with a sublime rhythm and her lips kissed over your neck but the added pang of arousal from the grunt she let out beside your ear made it impossible to swallow the moan at the back of your throat. She’d positioned herself over your thigh, grinding on your leg in a way that had her suit rubbing against her clit magnificently.

She stilled all movement to look at you with green eyes glazed over with arousal, “Quiet, baby - can’t have the others hearing all your pretty sounds.” She murmured, bringing the pendant of her dog tags to your lips. “Open.” She instructed, shoving the metal past your lips watching as you latched your lips around it with a suck. “Good girl, baby, stay quiet for daddy.”

The metal was cold against your tongue, clicking under your teeth as you bit into it to quell the feeble whimpers begging to tumble past your lips. Your nails dug into her shoulder blades as her fingers pulled you closer and closer to your climax and your face grew hot at the way you could hear her fingers pushing into you; she could feel how wet you were, how close you were, slowing her movements agonisingly.

“Hold it, baby, wanna cum with you.” She breathed, her hips moving rapidly in stuttered pushes along your thigh, her breath growing heavier by the minute.

When she could feel her orgasm fast approaching she quickened her pushes into you, your hips bucked forward to match her rhythm, chasing your release by grinding your aching clit against her palm. Natasha muffled her loud moan as she came with a harsh bite into the flesh of your shoulder, harsh enough to draw blood in tooth mark grooves, low whimpers at the back of her throat as she tried to catch her breath.

“That’s it, princess.” She cooed as she felt a gush of wetness over her fingers, your hips still moving lazily against her as the overwhelming pleasure brought tears to your eyes; biting down hard onto the pendant in your mouth with a pull that dug the chain into the back of her neck. “So good, so good for me angel.” She praised, planting kisses over your warm cheeks, holding your limp body up as your chest rose and fell in a chase for oxygen.

She pulled the necklace from your mouth gently, a string of saliva following it and coating your swollen lips, brushing stray hairs out of your face. She held your waist as she pulled her fingers from you, pleased at how they glistened in the light, humming in delight as she sucked your cum from them, looking forward to tasting you properly later.

“Thank you.” You mumbled out meekly, returning the smile Natasha gave you easily.

“My pleasure, baby.” She smirked. “I was only getting started. I’m gonna fuck every thought out of that pretty head.”

A Peaceful Death // N.R

Warning(s): implied sexual content, cursing, graphic depictions of injuries, major character death, reader can heal herself. MINORS DNI 18+

It had been two weeks since you, and Wanda had been sent on a mission. It was a simple mission to clear out a HYDRA base, that had been mostly abandoned prior to anyways. A simple in, and out mission, with no blood on anyone’s hands.

Vision had been itching to see Wanda again, and had even pressured the team into a sweet welcome home party for the both of you. He had even made Wanda’s favorite Sokovian dishes to spread out.

Now, the team sat around the common room waiting for the arrival of the two most important people for this party.

Natasha sat on the couch, nursing a beer in her hand as she watched whatever mindless sitcom Pietro had decided to watch. He made stupid comments about how this show was Wanda’s favorite, and that he only watched it for her entertainment. She would just chuckle at his nonchalant attitude, as he continued to soak up the show in front of him.

“You look good tonight.” Carol whispered over her shoulder, as she leaned over the back of the couch. She noticed the smirk across Natasha’s face as she tried to cover it up by taking a pull from her beer. “You mind letting me take it off of you later? It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me.”

Natasha shook her head at Carol’s forward words, but swept a glance across the room to see if anyone else had listened in on their conversation. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own conversations, but she still decided against responding.

Her mind traveled back to the conversation she had shared with Wanda before her departure with you, and it made her fingers clench around the glass bottle just a little too tight.

Natasha couldn’t sleep, and Wanda had caught her sneaking from Carol’s room in the early hours of the morning as she was prepping for the mission. Wanda hadn’t commented on what she saw, but Natasha knew the pieces had fallen together within the witch’s brain.

“Natasha.” Wanda said, breaking the tense silence that had settled between the two. “I can not keep your secret anymore.”

Natasha refused to answer as she soaked in the implications of Wanda’s words. She knew Wanda had caught her, but hearing it out loud was like a punch to the gut.

“Do not tell her.” We’re the only words Natasha could mutter out as her fists clenched so tight her knuckles had began to turn white.

“Does she even know you’re awake?” Wanda asked as she moved to the kitchen, knowing Natasha was hot on her heels. “Or is she still quietly sneaking around a dark room so she doesn’t wake you up for her mission prep?”

Those words stung Natasha to the core, knowing that was probably exactly what you had been doing. You were always so caring, knowing Natasha had raging insomnia to the point you’d waste hours trying to remain silent as you moved around the room doing prep work that should normally take minutes. You’d do anything to allow Natasha more time to sleep.

“You know she loves you.” Wanda added, only adding more salt to the wound she had opened within Natasha. “So, why do you do this to her?”

Natasha didn’t respond. She didn’t know how to voice the neglectful feeling in her gut telling her that sleeping with Carol behind your back had been so wrong. How does she tell Wanda that she felt she never deserved a love like the one you had offered her? Sleeping with Carol was different, Carol had just used Natasha as a play toy just to kick her out minutes after they had finished. Shit, sometimes Natasha didn’t even finish.

Carol was just a stupid asshole who used her for her body, and nothing more.

But with you, you treated Natasha as if she was a goddess, and you were the priestess who dedicated your life to praising every single curve of her body. Your eyes shined with so much love for Natasha, and every time she’d see you smile her chest would swell to the point of suffocation. You were just so caring, and so gorgeous to the point Natasha looked into your eyes, and felt she was undeserving of anything you offered to her.

“If you have not ended this little escapade with Carol by the time our two weeks is over, I’m going to tell her myself.” Wanda said.

Natasha felt herself tense at the threat, but she knew it was a necessary evil if this situation with Carol was ever going to end.

Wanda had been finished in the kitchen awhile ago, but Natasha knew Wanda was going to sit here berate her until she felt Natasha had been tortured enough. Natasha took it once again, knowing it was simply the parameters of getting caught by your best friend. She just hoped Wanda would have enough sympathy to go somewhat easy on her.

“I’ve known about this for awhile, but it’s disgusting to have it confirmed that this is actually the reality of the situation.” Wanda said.

Well there goes Natasha’s hope for Wanda to go easy. It was a stupid hope to begin with, she guessed.

“I just thought that maybe you felt tied down, and just let your mind wander a little bit.” Wanda said, her jaw was so tense Natasha was afraid she’d start breaking teeth. “But when you and Carol are together, your thoughts are just so loud. Do you know how tired I am of hearing Carol’s thoughts about how desperately she wants to be knuckle deep inside of you?”

So that’s why Wanda stopped coming to anything that involved Natasha, and Carol.

“At least you had the decency to not think about it when your girlfriend was around.” Wanda said. Natasha didn’t like the way she emphasized girlfriend.

Finally, what seemed like hours of Wanda torturing Natasha with her sharpened words, she pulled her bag over her shoulder.

“We have to get going, but remember what I said.” Wanda finished with a glare, before stomping out of the kitchen to join you on the quinjet.

After she was left alone with her thoughts, Natasha found herself staring into the bottom of three wine bottles. It was the expensive kind, the ones Tony bought to savor for precious moments the team shared. She didn’t bother to taste them, but rather to drink them as fast as her body allowed.

Then, she found herself stumbling back into your shared bedroom, all too keen on the smell of Carol against her skin.

Natasha was jostled from her thoughts the moment Steve spoke up, announcing that the quinjet had just landed. She stood up from the couch, noticing Carol come to stand next to her.

When their arms brushed together, Natasha couldn’t quell the painful burning that ran itself across her skin. She simply decided to step away, and out toward the landing zone.

“Somebody get medical!” Natasha heard Bruce as she stepped outside, noticing Sam and Bucky rush past her to renter the compound.

The sight before Natasha stopped her in her tracks. Wanda was in obvious shock as she stumbled from the quinjet covered in blood, that was presumably not her own. Tear tracks stained her cheeks, but had long been dried as shock began its heavy grip upon her.

Steve rushed past Wanda, as Vision moved to collect the woman in his arms. She fell into him weakly, her hands trembled as she gripped into him as though he was the only thing left in this world. She began to sob into his chest, the broken kind of cry that shook the core of the Avengers around to hear it.

“What’s going on?” Carol asked from next to Natasha, voicing the concern that Natasha currently could not. Bruce rushed past them, barely taking time to acknowledge they had even been standing there in the first place.

“She’s not healing.” He had told them, before rushing off back to the jet. His words had caused Natasha’s nerves to singe against her skin, and a suffocating lump to form in her throat.

What did he mean you weren’t healing? Denial began to bubble up within Natasha, as she ran to catch up with Bruce.

“What do you mean she’s not healing?” Natasha asked. “She’s took a sniper bullet for me, and healed within minutes.”

Natasha then noticed Steve emerging from the quinjet with your mutilated body within his arms, and Natasha felt the world come to a crushing halt. His T-shirt was now caked in your blood as it dripped from the open wounds across your abdomen, and she could barely even stomach the sight of one of your legs being completely gone.

Steve had placed your body on the ground, and Bruce began his examination of your wounds. They were deep, and almost all of your organs had been impaled with shrapnel. He didn’t understand why you hadn’t healed from these wounds, just as Natasha had mentioned, he had seen you take worse and treat it as if it was nothing. Why aren’t you healing now?

“What is going on?” Natasha said, although even her own words had sounded as if she was under water. Her hands trembled as she fell to her knees next to your body, and placed a palm across your chest to feel the shallow rise and fall of your breaths. She brought a hand up to your cheek, noticing how cold it felt under her palm. Natasha hadn’t even noticed she was crying until her tears had began to speckle your face.

“Come on baby, come back to me.” She said, as she struggled to breath. Her hands trailed down to the collar of what was left of your suit, gripping it within her fist in an attempt to ground herself. “God damnit Bruce, why isn’t she healing?”

Bruce opened his mouth to answer, until he was interrupted by a hand gripping aggressively to Natasha’s wrist. She looked up to see Wanda, with blood and tears streaming down her face.

“Get your hands off of her.” Wanda said through gritted teeth, and continued to squeeze mercilessly onto Natasha’s wrist until she was forced to let go.

“Wanda, calm down.” Carol said, as she stepped up behind the two women as they kneeled on the ground. Wanda’s eyes began to flare red as Carol approached, causing her to begin to back away slowly.

“She knew, Natasha. She fucking knew.” Wanda said, turning her attention back Natasha. She hadn’t even let go of her wrist, as her nails began to dig into the soft skin. “She had known about it all along, but she didn’t want to believe it!”

Natasha knew Wanda would’ve continued her barrage of anger, but her sobs consumed her to the point she no longer could speak. Rather, she learned down to place her head against your chest, almost as if she was apologizing to you for not saying anything sooner.

Steve then once again made his presence known, by speaking up as he stood a few feet away from the scene. “What did she know about, Natasha?” He asked, in the all too calm captain tone he used when things got serious.

“Natasha was fucking Carol.” Wanda said after collecting herself just enough to speak the words she knew Natasha wouldn’t. A stiff silence overcame the small group as they stood over your body, trying to consume the fresh information brought to their attention.

“Oh my god.” Bruce said under his breath, as his hands began to work faster to stem the bleeding wounds across your body. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” He began to repeat, almost as if it was a chant or maybe a prayer to God to save you.

Natasha could hear Steve, and Carol fighting just behind them. She could catch various strings of their conversation, like Carol yelling “It’s not like it’s my fucking fault!”

Bruce had been suturing your wounds, before he simply began sobbing himself. “It’s no use.” He said quietly, punching the concrete beneath him to stem the green that had began to grow across his fingers.

“No! What are you doing?” Natasha said quickly, her hands moving to grab his own in an attempt to continue the work he had stopped.

“She told me..” He said, while wiping the tears from his eyes only to smear your own blood across his cheeks.

“She told me the only reason her healing wouldn’t work..” Bruce began, a heavy sob interrupting his sentence before he continued. “That it wouldn’t work if she didn’t want to live.”

A heavy silence fell over the group that it even smothered out the Captain’s fighting, as they just starred at Bruce as he continued to sob. “Nothing is going to work! She’s going to die!” He cried out.

Natasha felt sobs began to tear their way through her chest as she cupped your face within her hands. She stared at your lifeless face for a few moments, hearing herself call out to you. Wanda had stationed herself on the other side of your body, shaking your shoulder as she begged you to wake up.

This can’t be real, Natasha thought. No, this is only a nightmare I haven’t woke up from.

Suddenly, within her hands you began to stir as the tense silence seemed to lessen as everyone was relieved you had began to wake. Your eyes met with Natasha’s wet ones, and before you knew it, her lips were against your cheek as she confessed how much she loved you. That was, until Wanda aggressively pushed her away.

You couldn’t hear anything they had been fighting about, the ringing in your ears had drowned their voices out. You didn’t even feel in control of yourself as your gripped Natasha’s hand against your face, placing a soft kiss upon her palm.

“Please.” You said, your voice sounded raspy, and full of pain. Natasha so desperately wanted to take that pain away, even if she was partially at fault for it all.

“Please, just let me die in peace.”

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.

could you do something with older!natty taking reader's virginity 🥺🥺 or do you have something on that already? (if so, pls link it?)

warnings: older!nat, younger!reader, loss of virginity, oral sex, fingering, fluff. NSFW

i got carried away with this trope... i need more older sister’s best friend!nat in my life

With a touch gentle as a bird, her pale fingers traced over the scars on your arms, the older woman smiled as she leaned over your stomach and kissed just above the little white bow sewn onto the waistband of your panties.

“Are you alright, sunny?”

You gave a shaky breath but nodded anyways, enabling the older woman to see the anxiety present on your face. But just as you imagine, the assassin saw you through and through and kissed your tummy once more before speaking.

Her hand slipped away from your hip and slid between your legs, inches away from your clothed core, she squeezed your inner thigh to rile you up.

“No one has touched you here?”

You shook your head. “N-No...”

A hum responded back and your eyes fluttered close. You couldn’t bare to seeing Natasha’s face when she realized you were inexperienced. The woman was twenty years your senior! It’s embarrassing that she was with someone young as you, let alone a fucking virgin. If she didn’t want you, you’d have to deal with it.

“That’s okay, hun.” Your eyes widened and your head looked down at where Natasha was settled between your legs. She looked insatiable, like she was ready to pounce, and that made you even more nervous. “We’ll take it slow, okay? Just tell me whenever you want to stop.”

You nodded, licking you dry lips and as your tongue made an appearance, it made Natasha grin in response. She disappeared between your legs once more and as she did, her pale slender fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties as she peeled them off.

Cool air struck you with surprise and you shook in a shiver, your nipples pebbled with no touch and they poked through the frail fabric of your camisole.

“Tasha...?”

Her head popped up. “Yes, my love?”

“Be gentle?”

She grinned, shook her head with a chuckle that made you flush in response. Her crimson hair fell and framed her face in a way that was so elegant, like the gods intended for this woman to be born out of goodness and beauty.

“Say no less, my darling. My tongue will work you through until you are ready for me, okay?”

You nodded, and when she dipped her head between your legs, licked a gentle strip against your wet cunt, your hips bucked up in response.

A gutted moan erupted from your lips as Natasha placed her hand over your tummy, pressing you against the bed as she mouth licked your pussy until your moans were uncontrollable. She only stopped when she moved up to silence you, shoving the wet panties you once wore into your open mouth to prevent your parents know that a woman who was old enough to be your sister was eating you out.

Natasha grinned as she sought your face, her finger dancing along your cheek, painted nails softly scratching your skin, you shivered and heaved for her to continue.

“Breathe through your nose, okay?”

You nodded and her fingers disappeared into her mouth, forcing you to watch her lick and coat her fingers wet with saliva until it was practically dripping down her forearm.

“You’re free to remove your panties whenever you feel unsafe.” You nodded but you knew no matter what Natasha did, she could never make you feel unsafe. She was the epitome of safety and every waking and sleeping moment spent with her, was one that was peaceful.

And as she snuck her hand between your legs, letting her fingertips wander against your clit, you gasped against your panties, your chest heaving up and down before Natasha’s finger trailed further down where she toyed with your entrance. You took a deep breath and as she swirled her finger against your cunt, she leaned down and peppered kisses over your neck.

You shook when she entered, penetrating your softly and gently with one finger. And when she filled you, she paused for a moment before moving once more. And as her fingers curved inside of you, a whimper fell from your lips as Natasha nipped your neck.

“My sweet tiny girl...” She was heavily breathing against your neck and much to your enjoyment, she was getting off of your pleasure. “You’re so warm... so wet.”

You couldn’t believe it, your sister’s best friend was inside of you, knuckle deep inside, fingering you in your room with just your parents down stairs. They couldn’t know, and somehow they didn’t with much moaning you did.

But as Natasha continued to pump her fingers in and out, in and out, you were nearing your orgasm and your legs started shaking. Wetness smeared all over your thighs and Natasha’s hands and when she pulled her finger out, her whole hand was glistening with your arousal.

The older woman smile and then parted her mouth, taking her finger inside as she licked herself clean and made eye contact with you.

While the other hand, she caressed the protruding bone from your hip, gentle and soft, it eased you down from your orgasm.

“You did well, my love.”

Love that it's now 100% confirmed canon that Natasha spends her free time watching over the top Cold War era spy fiction/techno-thriller movies like James Bond and WarGames, and she's a gleeful little geek that gets a kick out of quoting the dialogue.

I love so much that we spent years assuming Nat would mock the shitty spycraft in movies, but actually she's enthralled every time. Like, a five-year-old seeing Frozen? That's Natasha any time these movies are on the screen. Yes she's seen them a million times, but when your entire life is dangerous spy hijinks it must be so nice to see stuff that you do in a context where no one you love is in danger at any time.

Also the thing that's so nice about her being a geek is that the movies have tried so hard to make us think she's a badass. And, I mean, she is totally a badass! But "Do you want to play a game?" could have been a one-off thing, a way to tease Steve and integrate Steve and make her own fun while on the run. Instead it's become a running part of her personality, which takes how the Red Room used popular media as indoctrination and turns it into something she can relax with and make into something that's her own.

Like I feel at this point if we found out that Clint used to call Nat every week after Dog Cops finished airing to dissect the plot, it would not feel out of character, and that is beautiful.

Your tags are so funny LMAO I'm really happy you like the fic

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.

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"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."

Open Arms

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

You come home to find Natasha upset, but you know just how to make her feel better.

Note: I’m back with some more soft Nat. I promise it’s more comfort than hurt. I was listening to Journey’s song Open Arms when this one came to me. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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You come home from work to be met with a dark apartment. You frown. Natasha told you she would be here tonight, but you see no trace of her.

You’ve been dating her for a few months now and for the most part things have been more than great. She’s seemed a little bit off lately, but you chalked it up to nerves about her upcoming mission.

Yeah she’s the Black Widow and all, but the truth is she does get nervous about missions. The first time she told you that you thought she had to just trying to make you feel better about being nervous for something. But when she looked at you with her piercing green eyes you realized there was only truth in them.

You move through the apartment and go into your bedroom. As you switch on the light, your attention is drawn to your bed. Your stomach drops at the sight of Natasha sitting on the bed with tears falling down her face. She was here after all, but sitting in the dark.

“Hey Natasha,” you approach her carefully. You’ve never seen her cry before. “Are you alright?”

“Hey,” she says with a voice that’s hoarse from crying. She doesn’t answer your question, but you know she’s not alright. You don’t know how long she’s been here. You sit beside her and reach for her hand.

“Do you want to talk about it? We can just sit here, but it seems you’ve been doing that already,” you say softly, not wanting to push her but really wanting to know what’s wrong. She clears her throat and turns her head to look into your eyes. Hers are a deep chasm of emotion.

“I’m falling in love with you. I know it’s too soon to say it, but I just- I need you to know,” Natasha says.

That is definitely not what you expected her to say.

“Natasha I-“

“No, I know. It’s crazy, right? It’s crazy. I can’t believe I’m saying it,” she stands up now and paces in front of you. “But I just- I love you. I love everything about you and I’m so fucking scared of losing you.”

“It’s not crazy,” you stand up and grab her arms to stop her pacing. “Natasha, it’s not crazy.”

“It’s not?“

“No baby, I’m falling in love with you too,” your words don’t at all surprise you.

You’ve known pretty much from the moment you met her that you would love her so much that your bones ache with passion you want to pour onto her.

“I don’t- what if I can’t come back for you? What if I go on a mission and it’s a one way trip? Y/n, I can’t do this,” Natasha says. And that’s exactly why she was in your room crying. She’s scared to leave you forever.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you caress her face gently and wipe away tears as they fall down her rosy cheeks. “You’re the best there is, Nat. There’s no one more qualified to make sure you come home to me again.”

“But you deserve a sure thing, detka.”

“You are a sure thing, Natasha Romanoff. I know it. And deep down, my love, you know it. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Should I say it again? I love you,” you emphasize your point with soft kisses to her cheeks before landing on her lips. She kisses you back hungrily.

“I love you too. God, it feels so good to say it. I’m sorry you came home to me like this. I just couldn’t stop thinking about everything and I had to tell you how I was feeling,” Natasha says, her hands go to your hips and she rubs them up and down your sides soothingly.

“You never have to apologize for having feelings, Natasha. And I’ll always be here with open arms,” you say with another kiss to her lips.

“With open arms,” she confirms and you both smile.

As you rest together that night, you feel a shift in your relationship. The good kind. One that means she knows how much her love means to you and you know how much your love means to her.

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