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OMG HII for slutty Sunday, I've had this thought stuck in my head for so long but basically dom!CEO!Natasha romanoff brings sub!shy!female reader to work and there's cockwarming, use of vibrators AND BASICALLY JUST NAT TEASING R AND DEGRADATION AND PRAISE KFOROFOEIDIDJFJJWOW also r is so innocent and just lets her mistress play with her and I can't get rid of the thought of nat having r kneel beside and table and just plays with her boobs and fucks r's mouth w her fingers *dies* yeah anyway. Horknee.

-Raven <3

Hold Me in Your Lap of Luxury

Summary: Natasha finds a way to entertain herself at work: you.

Warning: smut, cockwarming, vibrators, praise, degradation, mistress kink, not proofread

A/N: i’m in love with this request so i turned it into a short fic

“Come here,” the redhead says, beckoning you over. She pats her lap as she pulls away from the desk to make space for you. You hesitantly make your way over to her. The woman becomes impatient as she pulls you onto her lap herself.

“Natty,” you start but a sharp look from the woman in front of you has you saying, “mistress?” She hums in return as she ducks her head to scatter kisses across the skin of your neck. Your head falls back slightly to give her more space on her canvas.

You swallow harshly when her hand comes up to grope your chest. You don’t know what to say so you remain silent until the redhead glances up at your flustered expression. “There’s no need to be shy,” she mutters against your skin.

Natasha pulls away to stroke your heated cheek. She leans down to press her lips against your timid ones. Her palm comes up to cup the back of your neck bringing you closer to her. The woman has no rush, simply trying to coax you from your shell.

Her hands run down your sides—you let out a giggle—landing on your hips. Natasha untucks your shirt as her hands run up under it to grope at your chest again. She pulls away to grin at you before gently pushing you off her.

You stare at the woman with wide eyes but quickly become flustered at the sight of the toy in her hand. She beckons you over with a mischievous grin. Her hands come up to your hips, swiftly pulling your pants down as you watch her with blazed cheeks.

“Be a good girl and put this on,” she grins handing you the pretty pink vibrator. You gawk at the woman, lips parted as you struggle to say something. Natasha raises a brow at you silently encouraging you to speak—hoping she’ll get to punish you.

“Here?” you ask timidly, glancing around the office where anyone could come in at any moment. She chuckles at your timidness.

“Where else?” That’s all you needed to hesitantly pull your panties down before you’re interrupted, “keep them on,” she says. You swallow harshly at her command but nod.

Once it’s in, you deal with the discomfort for a moment before you jolt forward, almost falling into your mistress’ arms. “Oh!” you let out as Natasha catches you. You can see the remote in her hand as she controls the vibrations that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Go ahead and kneel for me,” she mutters, pointing to the spot beside her chair. You glance down at the dirty floor before pleadingly glancing up at the woman. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

You have no other choice than to slowly make your way down. The floor is cool against your knees as you stare up at your mistress. She brings a hand down to cup your cheek as she coos at you. “Such a good girl,” she says.

At her praise, you can’t help but buck your hips against the floor, desperate for any sort of friction. “Dirty whore,” she mutters, lightly slapping your cheek. She doesn’t hesitate to bring up the setting on the vibrator, though, reveling in the way you buck against the air.

“Please,” you whine, wanting her to touch you. She tuts at you before turning away from your—as she calls it—pathetic whines. Natasha leaves the high setting on yet ignores your pleas to cum. She knows you will anyway and she’ll take great pleasure in punishing you for it.

When you do cum—without permission—she grins to herself before turning to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Desperate whore just couldn’t help herself, could she?” she mocks. She chuckles at your tears as you apologize profusely.

“Sorry won’t do it now,” she coos but beckons you up. You’re quick to stand as you shuffle on your feet, afraid of whatever punishment was ahead of you. Natasha pulls you closer to her by the back of your neck. “Naughty girls get punished,” she mutters.

She keeps you there close to her as her fingers come up to your mouth. The redhead pushes in two fingers into your mouth resting against your tongue before they make their way down to trigger your gag reflex. Natasha chuckles at that mercilessly fucking your face before she pulls her fingers away with a trail of saliva.

She watches you attempt to regain your breath as she unbuckles her belt. The woman pulls out her strap which you recognize as the biggest one she has. She pays her lap and you’re quick to straddle her. Natasha pushes aside your panties and guides her strap into your glistening cunt.

“Now, you’re gonna stay here and warm my cock while I finish up, and I’ll deal with you when we get home,” she grins. You don’t know what she has up her sleeve but when her knee starts bouncing you know what it is. She knows the effect she has on you as you notice the subtle smirk on her face as she works.

“If you move your punishment will be even worse.”

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Family of two

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: When thinking about your future with Natasha, you worry that she might want kids someday; while you don't.

Requested by anon: So basically, Reader loves being an Avenger but loves Natasha more than anything. But there’s something that always has reader thinking she’ll never be enough for the red head. And it’s that Reader doesn’t ever want to have kids. She loves the Barton kids with all her heart but doesn’t want to be a mom ever. And because of that, feels she is not worthy to be with Natasha. So Nat starts to notice reader being sad and when she confronts her about it, all feelings come out. Reader even suggests letting Nat go so she can be with someone who wants a family, but…maybe Natasha reassures her that she wants reader? That reader is her family and she’s more than enough?

A/N: The long-awaited "Kids" WIP :p. I love this request because it hits home to me, I never ever want kids. So I'm sorry it took me a while to post it, I do hope you like it, my sweet anon <3. I have the distant feeling that, by my writing here, you can tell just how much I love Nat.

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Believe it or not, even an Avenger needs a summer break sometimes. A moment to be able to relax and forget about the weight of the world. That's why you and your favorite person, Natasha, are spending a weekend at Clint's farmhouse, before moving on to the rest of your little vacation plan.

It was Clint's idea and you were happy to oblige, as was Natasha. You loved spending time at their house, both for the good company and breathtaking scenario. The green plains and trees all around were captivating, and the rustic structure of the house provided a cozy and familiar feeling you sometimes missed back at the Compound.

An easy smile came to you as Natasha entertained Nathaniel, the youngest of Clint's kids. Laura was making dinner with Clint by her side as moral support, mostly.

You observed from the couch. Laura dropped the vegetables in the pan as Clint rounded her with a steady hand on her waist and a kiss on her cheek, attending to his daughter's call about the TV that seemed to be acting up. And Natasha, she had a beautiful smile on as she tickled the smallest kid, his laughter mixing with her own.

The sight of your girlfriend made your heart drum in your ears. It's been two years, and yet, every time she glanced your way with that much adoration, it felt like you were back in that first week. Maybe that's what love is all about, no matter how long it passes, the giddiness of being loved by the person that holds your heart never goes away.

You glanced down at your hands, picking at your fingers. You could see yourself living a life like this, a peaceful one. With a farmhouse in a beautiful country side, you would happily indulge and you knew Natasha would as well. Except, not with children.

The thought has been on your mind for a while. You never wished for kids and you knew you never would. Since you were young you already knew that about yourself and it was not something you wanted to change.

Moving your eyes back up, you were met with Nat's gaze searching for yours in a silent question. You gave her a smile and lightly shook your head. You never talked about having kids with her, even if you noticed how much she liked Clint's kids. You wondered if it was something she wanted for herself.

You took a deep breath, feeling a small weight of anxiousness drop at your stomach. The last thing you wanted was to hold her back. Natasha deserved the world, and you often caught yourself wondering if you were enough to give it to her.

"Dinner's ready everyone." Laura called out and everyone rushed to the table. You were the last one to sit down and the last one to leave, remaining mostly quiet through the meal. Your thoughts were loud tonight. You did feel Natasha's eyes on you.

You went up to the guest room not long after, taking a shower and preparing yourself for a good night of sleep. Natasha was sitting on the bed when you came out of the shower, her towel and pajamas laying beside her.

She extended her hands out to you, making your body gravitate towards her. She closed her arms around your waist when you walked up to her.

You ran your fingers through her red hair, it was getting longer, starting to go way past her shoulders. Your lips tilted up in a lovesick smile.

She looked up at you from her sitting position, her chin resting on your stomach. "Are you okay? You've been quiet tonight."

You paused for a second, your hand coming to her cheek. You dismissed her worry with a smile. "I'm alright, love." You leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Now take a shower and come to bed, I want cuddles."

Natasha chuckled with your words, she got up and her hands never left your waist. She kissed your lips before gathering her things and going to the bathroom.

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Every morning that you woke up with Natasha's arms around you felt like a dream. To be able to see her green eyes glistening in the early sunlight, her hair taking in vivid tones of orange, and her sleepy voice mumbling a good morning. To you, it was a dream.

Every morning you pulled her body impossibly closer to yours, kissing her collarbone and telling her how much you loved her as your lips grazed her skin. Because Natasha deserved nothing less.

You walked down the stairs to eat breakfast, your hand loosely holding hers. The windows were open and there was a chilly breeze coming through, making the leaves rustle outside. You could barely hear birds singing in the distance amidst the voices of the kids talking amongst themselves.

After breakfast, Lila decided she wanted to show you and Natasha a bird's nest that recently hatched its eggs. You watched amusedly as Natasha entertained the young girl's excitement, as well as returned the hug Nathaniel gave to her legs when you came back from the forest.

By lunch, the nagging thought at the back of your mind came back. And you were careless enough to let your distress show on your face, or maybe Natasha came to know you too well.

You walked inside the house to grab the rice that Laura had prepared earlier, everyone was outside enjoying the sun as Clint grilled up some steaks. You made your way to the kitchen, but a firm hand on your waist pulled you aside to one of the not-so-used corridors.

Natasha had you pinned against the wall, one of her hands resting on the wall beside your head, blocking your way out. You gulped when you saw that her eyes held no malice.

"Be honest with me, детка. Are you okay?" Her words were soft-spoken, and her eyes were searching your face in worry.

A breath left your lips and you looked down. Your hands loosely tugged at the ends of Nat's shirt to keep yourself busy. "I've just- I've been thinking about something."

You felt Natasha gently tracing your jaw with her other hand. "You can talk to me, if you want to."

You bit your lip, much to your dismay you could feel the distant sting of tears in your eyes. "I- do you want kids, Nat?" You breathed out, grimacing at the terrible way you voiced your thoughts.

Closing your eyes, you shook your head urging yourself to focus a little. "I mean, I see how much you like Clint's kids. And I can't help but wonder if that's something you want?"

You panicked when she didn't answer you right away, your mouth opening and closing. She was frowning at your words and that didn't look good. "It's just that, I don't think I can… Give that to you." Your voice became quieter, your hands were now clutching at her shirt.

"I'm sorry." You whispered to her. Natasha opened her mouth to answer you, but you talked first. "I never saw myself with kids but, I don't- I don't want to hold you back Nat. I won't be upset if you don't want to be with me anymore I-"

Natasha cut off your rambling when both her hands cupped your cheeks, her thumbs brushed away the stray tears you didn't notice had started to fall. "моя любовь, breathe." She whispered, her forehead coming to rest against yours.

You let out a trembled breath. Maybe this was bothering you more than you realized. Your hands held onto her waist more gently, pulling her closer to you.

Once Natasha felt that you had calmed down, she pulled away only to look into your eyes. "I do like them, Y/N. But that doesn't mean I want kids of my own."

Her hand brushed against your cheek tenderly, she gave a quick peck on your lips before continuing. "детка, you will always be the only family I'll ever need. If it's just you and me, that's more than enough."

Nat smiled adoringly at you, successfully melting your heart. "I don't need anyone else if I have you."

Natasha's words took your breath away, along with your ability to speak. You pulled her to you with a strong grip, pressing your lips to hers in a passionate kiss. Her hand came to the back of your head and tangled into your hair, as your tongue gently grazed her bottom lip.

Your lips moved in synch until the lack of air was too much to bear. "I love you. So much." You breathed out against her mouth, refusing to move away from her more than necessary. You felt her huge smile against you.

"The steak is gonna burn and I still don't see the rice anywhere." Clint shouted from outside, making you both giggle.

"I'm coming." You called out to him, biting your lip as you interlocked your fingers with Natasha's and pulled her towards the kitchen and then outside.

Natasha too would always be the only family you'd ever need.

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This isn’t Taylor or Leigh but simply ✨her✨

oh bestie... beefy Nat... get ready for needy beefy Nat content. This turned into uhh... not a drabble, but I don't think anyone is gonna be mad about it? I wrote this to that "training with Nat" playlist that's literally like... sex playlist?? Shay knows the one

words: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; smut; physical restraint (but reader is like, used to it); fingering; clothed sex; daddy kink; mocking; Nat pound me into the training mat challenge

summary: honestly just.. Nat gets needy after sparring

It wasn't fair how much Natasha had to suffer over the past hour. You'd invited her to come workout with you, nothing too intense, just a sparring partner to work on hand to hand combat with; there was no one better to ask than her.

The entire time the two of you went back and forth on the mat, she got the upper hand and while you were tired of losing, you were even more tired of how distracting she was. Natasha typically wore shirtless tops around the compound, that wasn't new, but facing her in a fight you could see the muscles in her arms and you didn't know if you were out of breath because she was putting you through the wringer or if the fantasies in your head were getting the best of you.

Sparring was effective, but you wished Nat would toss you on the mat for a completely different reason.

"Okay okay, I give up!" It was the fifth time she'd pinned you and fuck, you would be surprised if you could stay coherent enough to make your way back to your room. Yes, you shared one with the redhead, but she liked to train longer than you so you figured that maybe if you were quick enough you could spend time recovering with a hot bath and your fingers between your legs.

Natasha let you up, rolling onto her back as you left the mat. The angle gave her the perfect view of your ass, outlined by the tight fabric of your stretchy shorts. For as much as you'd been watching Natasha, she'd been watching you right back; each time she took you down was a struggle in restraint. It'd be too easy to take you right there, but she'd resisted only because any one of your teammates could walk in. "Quitting already? But we were having so much fun."

Could be having a lot more fun upstairs. The thought came to your head before you could stop it and the resulting whine was too loud in the quiet room to go unnoticed. "Letting you run me into the ground repeatedly is a very one-sided type of fun, Natasha."

The older woman jumped up with ease, years of endurance training letting her recover with a quickness you could only ever envy. You didn't see her walking over to you, too preoccupied with gathering your bag together to get out of there. When she spoke again, she was right behind you and Natasha smirked as she caught your thighs instinctively pressing together. "You couldn't convince me you don't like losing to me if you tried."

"Why would I like losing?" You kept your back to her on purpose; if you looked at her you were sure you'd end up begging her to take you right there.

Natasha stepped closer, just enough to grab you. She was too fast for you, too strong, and she had you pressed flush against your front before you could process your shock. "Because I know you too well; you’re not subtle and you love it when I trap you."

Squirming away was fruitless; Natasha barely gave you room to breathe. You couldn't complain though, not when her hand was making its way to your breasts, squeezing roughly even when you cried out. The fights and her show of strength left you powerless to do anything but let your girlfriend touch you as she pleased, nipples pebbling both under her teasing and with your top half now exposed to the cold gym air. "Natty, we can't.. not here..."

She shushed you way too gently for how brutishly her other hand was sliding down the front of your shorts, hot breath tickling your ear. "I can do whatever I want and right now, I need my sweet girl to stay still while I fuck her."

You nodded quickly, your knees going weak almost as soon as her fingers spread you open. Risky as it was here out in the open, this was so much better than your fingers would ever be. She kissed your bare shoulder as she examined and groped you hungrily at her will. When her fingers were easily coated with your slick, the both of you groaned so loud there was no way anyone passing by the door wouldn’t have heard.

It was messy and crude, Natasha circling your clit until you’d soaked through your panties and possibly even your shorts— you loved it. “Daddy, please…”

“Oh fuck,” Maybe Natasha hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but she did and if the hard bite where your neck met your shoulder was any indication, she was quick to hide any other impulsive reactions. It was no secret how much the redhead adored the title, especially from you. Anything from you, really; she needed every part, every word, every whine you blessed her with. “Say it again, tell me how much you want it.”

“I-“ Stringing a sentence together proved difficult, Natasha’s fingertips just barely grazing your entrance throwing your brain into one thought alone. “Fuck me, please, daddy! I need you inside…”

A singular finger slid in, slow and steady and not at all what you needed to get off. You whined pitifully, trying to force yourself down on her hand to no avail. “I thought you wanted to wait? What happened, changed your mind?”

You wanted to yell and scream that it was all Natasha’s doing, that you’d be upstairs in your room if you had any say in the matter, happily bent over the mattress while you thrust onto your favorite vibrator. But that didn’t matter; you’d still be thinking of her, wishing it was her taking charge instead of a toy you controlled.

In her strong arms you felt captured and kept; no matter how you struggled, her hold on your body kept you still as a doll in a child’s grasp. “Stop squirming, baby. Daddy just needs to make you feel good.”

She was certainly doing just that, having slid a second finger alongside the first, stretching you perfectly. Your hips bucked back into her own and as her thumb played deviously with your swollen clit, you were even more grateful for Natasha’s support because without her, your knees would’ve given in a while ago. It didn’t take long before you were fighting off your orgasm, begging breathily to be allowed much needed release. “...’m so close.. Please…!”

Trying to escape her touch was pointless; Natasha was relentless in how she played with you, “Shh, it’s okay. Go on… cum for me.” It only took two curls of her digits to make you fall apart completely, your whimpers echoing off the solid walls of the empty training room. Your vision left for a moment, ears ringing as your body fell slack. Not for a second were you in danger of falling to the ground because Natasha was still holding you against her, one hand toying with your breast as her other was firmly buried between your shaking thighs.

The heel of her palm brushed over your over sensitive bud and you flinched away, but her grip never eased. The tip of her nose grazed the shell of your ear slowly, gently, unbothered by how you struggled against her firm body as she started fucking into you all over again. Natasha had stood and fought with you that afternoon on her best behavior, suppressing the urge to call off your training for her own favorite form of exercise. But now she’d won all rounds and she was going to be as selfish as she pleased. “Oh no, princess, I won five times and you owe me my rewards.”

on your desk

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: a secret admirer has been dropping off cute notes and flowers off at your desk every day, but you cant help but want there to be one specific, unreachable and untouchable person to be behind it all. 

warnings: fluff, uncertainty, secret admirer!!! basically shy!nat 

word count: 3.8k 

omg nicole look!!!. its your shitty coworker au- eNJoY shsjdjbd OF COURSE NOT PROOFREAD- it’s me c’mon ajsjjdn

There were flowers on your desk, again. And like every time after the first few, your heart picked up when you saw them, in nearly the same arrangement as they usually were. And like Wanda (and occasionally Sharon, if she wasn’t already head first into her computer) did every morning, she craned her neck over to look at you and your open-ish cubicle, where you stared at your desk and tried to decide who on earth could have sent you flowers for the millionth time. 

“You don’t know anyone who could have sent these?” She asked, an entertained and slightly knowing grin on her face as she looked at the typed note that always came with the flowers, no matter how short or to the point it was. On some days, the note would read “you should never stop smiling”, and on others, it would be half a page about how amazing you were at work and how much you were appreciated by your peers. There was no telling what you were going to get, and it managed to be a surprise every day even though you expected it. You shook your head.  “No one at all?” 

No, you didn’t think you know anyone who would have liked you enough to have flowers lying out for you every day, but you knew for a fact that you sure wished it was a specific person, just one. But you knew it wasn’t her. There was no way that Natasha Romanoff was the one buying flowers and typing you cutsey notes, no way at all. That just wasn’t her, and you knew it. Besides, you were always the first to work even if you didn’t make your way to your office first. You would have seen Natasha and her parked car if she was bringing flowers to your desk in the morning. And- it just wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. 

 She was serious. Very stoic, very driven, incredibly pretty, and even smarter. Somehow under all of her seriousness, she managed to light up the boring office (that occasionally had calls from irate customers that you always handled). She had all the traits that men were afraid of women having, and at first, that was what drew you to her. She knew what she wanted and more times than not, she knew where she had to go and what she had to do to get the things she wanted.

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You were Natasha’s neighbor, and the two of you grew very close. She even memorized your schedule. So, when you deviated from it, Nat became very worried. What happens when you show up at her door, and the flood gates open?

Author’s Note: This is sort of ooc for nat, but i enjoyed writing my own take on her character.

The moon sat high in the sky, casting a pale glow that made distant buildings look dreamy; as if they belonged to another universe, close yet unattainable.

Frigid air swept through an open window. It was purposeful; cold air kept the body alert.

Bright red digits encased in glass displayed 6:57. It was late; you were late.

It made a coil tighten in Nat’s chest.

Being late was unlike you, and if you were, a sweet text would be sent to Nat’s phone. A text that often never received a reply.

Making and maintaining a schedule was drilled into Nat’s head when imprisoned by the Red Room. Naturally, it made thick composure wear thin when anything went off track, even if it didn’t concern her.

Sure, it was a problem, but it didn’t bother you. Or, you never mentioned that it did.

Typically, you were home by around five or six, six-thirty being the latest on most days.

Your banged-up shoes would scuff their way up the cracked steps, or catch themselves on the crevice between the elevator and carpet. A worn canvas bag would take its rightful place beside your front door, the door soon clicking shut.

At around seven, you would shuffle across the hall, your usual bright bunny slippers contrasting with the drab carpet that you complained about endlessly.

Delicate knuckles would drag over Nat’s door; and you presented a sweetly-crooked smile. Nat would always pretend you interrupted something, never admitting she nervously waited near the door like a lost puppy for those three knocks.

Tonight, those three knocks were nowhere to be heard.

Every minute that went by made Nat’s skin crawl. Tension furrowed in every muscle; digging into bone. She knew it was silly; creepy even. You weren’t hers to worry about. You were her neighbor, just that. Sure, you two grew close. But you were neighbors, not lovers.

Nat knew she was too attached. Emotional attachments were a risky business for an ex-assassin turned ex-Avenger. They got messy, fast. But, something about you made her logical brain short circuit. When with you, her emotional side took over.

She wasn’t guarded with you. She was herself. That confident persona she wore everyday crumbled away, leaving her true self. On the inside, Nat was an introvert. Quiet, reserved, and shy.

Everyday Nat wondered how you brought this out in her; why she didn’t build those walls right back up. Maybe it was your smile, or your laugh.

Lost in thought, Nat’s busy mind didn’t notice the scraping of shoe soles on wood, or the jingling of keys across the hallway, or the door clicking shut.

After tossing and turning, Nat eventually fell asleep. Sleep never came easy, no, but it came especially harder with the absence of your three knocks.

The anxieties of the day — night, more like it — presented themselves in nightmares. Ordinarily, the subject of the movie behind her lids were predictable; the Red Room’s cream colored walls, tests, and missions were the common actors. Familiarly unknown faces taunted her, begging for their life that was soon to be snuffed out.

This time was different, however. Your face was the main character. Your wide eyes and scarlet blood the backdrop, your whimpers and desperate cries the soundtrack.

Snapping awake, Nat’s chest heaved with heavy fear. Blood coursed through her body faster than ever before, coating her face and body with pink hues.

Three, albeit softer, knocks came from the door. Scurrying out of the sweat-stained sheets, Nat headed for the door. Nat twisted the handle, nearly tearing it off.

There you were, in all of your glory.

You donned fuzzy pajama pants, a tight crop top, and bright blue bunny slippers. A passive smile tugged at your pink lips. The sight nearly made Nat melt.

Relief displayed itself on her features. You were here, safe and sound. Before she could stop herself, Nat pulled you into a tight hug.

Embarrassment quickly crept up her spine. Why was she hugging you? She never hugged you. You hugged her. Not the other way around.

Realizing her odd behavior, Nat pulled away.

“Are you okay?” Doe eyes pierced into her tired blue ones.

A curt nod followed your words. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Of course, you could see right through Nat’s lies. Not many people were able to do that, but to you she was an open book.

Nat liked it. Even if she wasn’t forthcoming, it felt nice to have someone that knew her. That saw her for what she was, not who everyone made her to be.

Knowing you felt nice. Peaceful, even.

You weren’t scared of her. If anything, you felt safe in Nat’s company. To you, wasn’t the infamous ex-Avenger, she was simply your neighbor. Someone to watch movies with, and to have taste-test recipes.

“Okay, if you say so.” Nat quickly glanced down, avoiding your all-knowing gaze. “You’re not busy, are you?”

Her eyes snapped back to yours. “No, uh, ‘course not.” A dry laugh left her lips. “What’s up?”

Shifting your weight around, you fiddled with the black strings of your pajama pants. “Not much. Just got lonely s’all. Missed seeing you earlier.”

You were clearly nervous, which was slightly bewildering. The amount of which you loved visiting Nat was stated many times. Why were you so timid all of a sudden?

Brows furrowed, Nat pulled the door open wider. “If you missed me so much.” Her voice was playful, something of which it barely was. Reveling in this, you bounced into her apartment.

It was nothing to write home about. The walls were void of any decoration, and furniture was scarce. A simple gray couch sat in the center of the living room, adjacent to a TV stand with a fairly large television balanced on top. A mahogany coffee table sat between the two, slightly scuffed at the edges due to wear and tear.

The kitchen was even more bare, inside the cabinets and out. Nat only possessed two forks, spoons, knives, plates, bowls, cups, and one cutting board. Half of these she got because of you. How would she have you over for dinner with only one of everything?

The couch was as soft as always. Both of you relaxed into the couch cushions, basking in each other’s company.

Nat took the remote and switched on the TV. It was preset to your favorite channel, since she only had reason to watch anything when you were around. It felt…wrong, to watch it without you.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence. Nat stole occasional glances, studying your profile. She admired how your jaw hung slightly open, completely entranced in whatever show was playing. White light bounced off of your face, making every one of your perfect features shine.

“It’s not polite to stare, you know.”

Coughing, Nat snapped her head towards the screen. “m’sorry.” Arms crossed, she pushed closer into the couch. Hopefully, it would swallow Nat whole and let her have her sweet escape.

“Just kidding, y’know. I don’t mind it.” A tender smile plastered your face, voice remaining as soft as ever.

Nat kept her eyes trained on the screen, jaw tight in embarrassment.

“Hey.” Your muted voice floated into Nat’s ears, immediately making her tense jaw muscle relax.

You had a foreign effect on her. You could wind her up and cool her down, almost in an instant.

Nat’s wide eyes met yours. “You know I don’t care, right? It happens all the time, I would’ve been worried if you didn’t stare a bit.” The more your sunshine-smile came out, the more Nat’s icy walls melted.

What were you doing to her? Why did she feel this way? Why were you doing this?

The visits, the dinners, the early-morning breakfasts, the movie nights, the sleepovers where you would wake up in each other’s arms; never bringing it up afterwards. Why?

Every minute with you was torture. Every minute you dangled something in front of her, something she knew was unattainable.

Every minute that you weren’t hers was a minute of pure agony.

The smiles, laughs, and soft touches the two of you shared gave Nat a taste of what it felt like to be purely and wholly loved.

Even if she knew it wasn’t actual love; it was what she wanted it to be.

Tears slid down Nat’s cheeks. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. All she wanted was you; and you were giving her just barely enough to breathe.

“Nat, what’s wrong? Did I say something?” Your hands ventured to her cheeks, caressing her face. It felt like every other time you touched her. It hollowed her out, leaving her raw, unabashed self.

“Why are you…” Nat’s voice faltered. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

Confusion and worry festered itself on your features. Head tilting, you shifted closer to her on the sofa. “Doing what?” Worry was evident in your hushed voice.

Nat swallowed the lump in her throat, sniffling slightly. “Everything. The- The hugs. The movie nights. The visits. Why?” Taking in a shaky breath, Nat looked away with her eyes clenched shut. “I don’t understand. You- You do all of these things, Why?”

Her heart was shattered, along with the walls she had spent so long building. How could such a simple person, do such simple things, and cause such a catastrophic result?

Sighing, your hands dropped to your lap; eyes still locked onto her pained ones. “I don’t know. You’ve just- You’ve taken me over. Every day I think about you. What you’re doing, if you’ve eaten, how you’re feeling. I can’t go a minute without thinking about you.”

Nat’s eyes slowly opened, meeting yours once again. “I thought you’d never feel the same way I do. So I took what I could get. I don’t want to lose you. I- I can’t. Not yet.”

Those words were the ones Nat had dreamed about. It was as if you glued her heart back together.

Grinning, Nat pulled you forward and wrapped her arms around your waist. Her head was tucked into your neck, with your hands soon finding their way to the back of it.

Staying there for a while, entangled on the couch, the two of you swiftly feel asleep. Every worry dissipated.

No more words needed to be said. The both of you understood exactly what this embrace meant. It held an apology, and a promise of a future.

That's all I have to say

The Elements Of Us || Masterlist

Author's Note - SURPRISE!! Me and the absolutely fabulous, and talented, @p0orbaby have decided to work together to do a collab! We've had this planned for a little while, but we're now ready to reveal it to you lovely lot. Please follow them if you haven't already!

Summary - When an unexpected misunderstanding turns into a blossoming relationship, it’s hard to remember that the outside world exists. Follow the journey of two idiots in love as they navigate their new lives with each other, but not without their pasts rearing their ugly heads.

Pairing - Older!NatashaRomanoff x Younger!Fem!Reader

Warnings - Each chapter will have its own individual warnings. but adult themes will be written throughout.

Prologue || 22/01

Chapter 1

more chapters coming…

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These Hands of Yours Pt. 2

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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

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

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

Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be back. I love you.”

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

You sighed and got ready for the day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you still trusted her more than anything.

Nat to Y/n: Why are you crying?

Y/n: Shows Nat her phone*

Y/n to Wanda: Wanna hang out..

Wanda: I can’t tonight

Y/n: oh thats fine!

Wanda: Hey vis, I’m bored wanna come over? ;)

Y/n: ..

Wanda: Shit, Y/n I’m sorry..

Y/n: It’s okay :)

to everyone who follows me from ao3 and keeps up with my Natasha Romanoff fic, I am still working on the next chapter, but I wanted to see what everyone thinks of me splitting chapter 2 in half to get an earlier update? right now I'm at about 22k words, but it's definitely going to get longer because I have one more scene to write. I could post what I have already this weekend or I can wait until the whole chapter is done (which I unfortunately don't know when that will be because of exams and assignments).

If there's no clear consensus, I'll likely split the chapter up anyway. I just want to know your opinions before anything! super sorry it's been so long between updates, but this is my way of trying to fix that <33

My dream about Natasha

I just has a nightmare where I and f-ing Natasha romanov where in a Hydra base but it was actually my house and we broke into the basement which was a big round room with a shaft as big as the door from coraline. Anyway a hydra with only one head (well get back to that) came out ,we ran through the door,it apparently was connected with a ever bigger round room (we are in the middle) and there's blood, a door is on one side and a platform above a scientist sees us and starts her monolog before calling a hydra with two heads ,we of course think oh fuck but then she says something like "hahaha if you think that's bad you won't enjoy the next part " and from the middle the first one headed Hydra comes before fusing with the other .We run through the door and it looks like a medieval European castle, then we split she distracted the hydra by running away and into a bathroom where she cuts herself and leaves blood to get it to smell her ig ,after that she does the same on walls and all on her way out .It apparently worked as I was not followed, I also spreed some of my blood on our walls ( in my granny's living room she would actually kill me if that happened in real life ) and ran into the garden but the scientist followed me and called the hydra befor asking me if I knew I came from a line of witches that existed since 1200 I said yes ,she the told me that the hydra was trained to kill me ,this is because on the 14th birthday these witches got beheaded and there blood was gathered to train the hydra and make it easy to assainate a person by bringing them into contact with the blood by order of the royals. She then asked how old I am now and I said 26 idk and she just pointed out that the shaking ground is the hydra braking through soon and left .Natasha then came running to me and I now in my car opened the door for her but she pointed behind and I realized the gate wasn't open, I threw her the car keys and ran to open the gate she drove out I got in and we drove away holding hands . The hydra still has my blood trace though... .. and I woke up .Now I'm scared of our basement great :(

more links please!!

More Nsfw links

Warnings: Dom! Natasha, oral, strap-on sex, one intersex Natasha link, face riding, fingering, I think that's it.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader

. I can do more 'cause I figured out how to do the links yay

(The second video the girl eating the other girl out has the same pierces as Natasha omgomgomg I fr had to put it in)

You and Natasha taking a shower together, but she can't help but get hard at your body. The only way she thinks about getting rid of her hard-on is by fucking you (intersex Natasha): Here

Natasha switching it up for a couple of minutes and making you ride her face because her arms are cramping up from holding your legs apart for so long: Here

You getting all hot and bothered right before bed. so, Natasha, being the good girlfriend, she is. She helps you out, so you don't have to sleep with all the achiness down there: Here

Nat fingering your needy pussy early in the morning. Here

Pussy drunk Natasha having a full-on make out session with your pussy because she loves the way you taste. She won't pull her head away either, you have to force her off of your cunt because you've had enough. Here

Natasha is so mesmerized seeing your wet pussy greedily taking in all of her cock. Here

Inviting Nat over to do a Netflix and chill night, but it ends with Natasha bending you over on the couch and fucking you so hard: Here

Nat coming back from a one-week mission and needing your pussy so bad. She can't help herself and lets out the biggest moans when she finally fucks your pussy: Here

You know the song that's like 'ima eat it 'till I get sugar diabetes' that's so Natasha when she wants to taste you. She acts like she hasn't had anything to eat in a week, my god: Here

Natasha loves fucking you early in the morning while the sun is still coming up. It's her favorite way to get ready for the day: Here

Trust

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha has a nightmere. You are there to comfort her.

Word count: 600

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Little hurt, Little mention of The Red Room.

A sudden shift in bed woke you up. You knew that it was Natasha but somethings wrong, she usually moves a lot swifter to not wake you up. Opening your eyes you saw her on the edge of the bed, head in her hands and red hair messed up from sleeping till a moment ago. Natasha's body trembled and you could hear how heavy she's breathing.

'What could've happened to get her in such a state?' you asked yourself. It didn't help that it is the first time you see her like this.

"Hey," you said sleepily moving to stand beside her. "Are you alright?" you asked placing a hand on her shoulder but Natasha pulled herself from your touch. Leaving you speechless. But your shocked face shifted into a soft smile when you saw how horrified she looked.

"I'm fine Detka, don't worry." the redhead lied. You aren't the best at reading people but you knew she was lying. You sighed softly shaking your head.

"What is it love? Did you have a nightmare?" you just wanted to calm her down, talk to her. Natasha didn't say anything for a while, silent as she looked at you before looking down at her hands.

"Natty?" you whispered moving you hand to move some strands of her hair out of her face. She still didn't look at you.

So you waited, sitting there on the edge of the bed beside her. You two sat like that for a while before Natasha broke the silence.

"I... I dreamt I killed you..." she let out in a heavy whisper, still looking at her hands. A soft 'oh' left your lips, 'So that's what this is about.'

"Natasha," you called her, trying to make her look at you. She didn't. "Love, please look at me." you plead and that's when she finally turns to you. Watery green eyes looking into yours before shifting to look down again.

"I was back in... In the red room and they ordered me... They ordered me..." she started rambling, guilt and fear in her voice at what she dreamt of doing to you.

"Shhh," you shush her bringing your hand to her face. Resting it on her cheek and softly caressing it while making her look into your eyes. "It was just a dream." you said. "Just a dream love." you repeated when you saw the doubt in her eyes.

"But—" Natasha started but you cut her off.

"No buts." voice still soft as you said that.

"But I could—"

"You wouldn't." you retorted.

"How would you know that?" she asked as you continued to caress her cheek. You moved closer, putting your other hand on her left cheek. Then you smiled at her as you held Natasha's face in your hands.

"Because I trust you." you saw how her face shifted, how her lower lip trembled. "I trust you will never hurt me Natasha." trust was always a big thing for her and you knew that. You knew how much trust meant to her. And you truly believed that she would never do anything harmful to you.

"You..." she started but you heard how her voice caught in her throat.

"I trust you." you sincerely whispered while leaning so your foreheads touched. Looking into each others eyes. Her trembling hands snaked around you in the gentlest way that made your heart melt.

"You do?" Natasha asked.

"Of course my love. I trust you with all my heart and body." and finally she smiled. And you smiled with her the hugged her. Natasha hid her face in your neck while gripping the shirt you're wearing.

"I love you Detka." she whispered making your heart beat faster.

"I love you too."