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Pairingâ¨: Southern Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
Summaryâ¨: You and Natasha have been known eachother for five years. It wasn't until recently that you've been having some not-so-innocent thoughts.
Warnings â¨: 18+ series
Texas heat was nothing new to Nat. You have been living in Texas for around five years now, and yet you still canât seem to take the blazing heat. Natasha always said city folk ainât tough for nothing. And as you lay on her couch in extra short, shorts and a crop top she bought you when you first moved out here, youâre starting to think she was right.Â
âNat, I think your AC is broken!â You shout down the hall.Â
It takes a while for Nat to answer, so you get ready to get up and see where she is. As you turn to put your feet on the ground, you hear Natashaâs feet patting towards you.Â
âWhat was that, sweetheart?â She states this calmly as she enters the foyer, focusing on the tools in her hands.Â
You donât bother looking up; you could never make eye contact with her when she calls you that; instead, you try and give your most convincing damsel in distress performance in hopes that she will take pity on you. âNatasha, itâs sooo hot, and I donât think I'll survive this time. Thatâs why I need you to fix the AC, so you donât have a criminal charge on your hands.â And just for good luck, flick some sweat off your brow for the extra dramatics.Â
Nat laughs you off and walks to the kitchen for a drink of water. âI already told you Iâm not turning the AC on. That's extra I donât need to spend. Besides, it's only like 75 degrees right now; that's not bad.â She waits for your response, when she hears nothing, she continues. âAnd your mother would probably kill me before they even got the chance to charge me.â
âBut there's nothing to do, Nat.â You whine out like a child. At this point, Natasha had found her way in front of you. You look up and see her with that cocky smirk of hers, and it almost makes you wanna look away. But the glass of water in her hand is too enticing.Â
You quickly reach for the glass in her hand, not caring if it is for you or not. Before she can speak, you throw your head back, moaning in delight as the ice water slowly slides down your throat.Â
Natasha stared in awe. She opened her mouth to speak but immediately shut it; suddenly, she was entrapped by your beauty. Her eyes traced a line from your lips to your throat. No matter how hard she tried to look away, her mind seemed to betray her. Without her permission, her breath followed the bob in your throat as you drank. At this point, Natasha wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. You have been teasing her like this for all of 5 years, even if you werenât aware.Â
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When you and Natasha first met, it was when your car broke down during the last stretch of your 26-hour road trip from New York to Texas. It was the middle of the night, and she was taking a joy ride in her all-black Cadillac Escalade, and suddenly she saw you all alone at the side of the road, with your hood popped. She did not let you go any farther alone that night. And since then, youâve been friends.Â
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Finishing off the water, you look back towards Natasha. And when you look into her eyes, it's like a switch goes off in her. Her eyes dilate as she watches you swallow. She retraces the same line she traced with her eyes going down. Slowly, they go from your throat to your lips to your eyes. When they reach their destination, it's like her mouth moves on autopilot.
âLet me take you on a date, sweetness.â
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Burning Red
Firefighter Natasha AU
Into the Flames: When your house catches fire, you meet one very attractive firefighter
(Mis)Fortune: Natasha rescues a cat from a tree and it leads to so much more
By the Pool: Natasha invites you to the pool with her colleagues. She asks you to put sunscreen on her and things escalate from there
Yours: During a firefighterâs cookout, you get jealous of Natashaâs colleagues. She reminds you that youâre hers and sheâs yours
Training: Natasha asks you to volunteer to help with a firefighter training
Bright: When Natasha takes you on a date, she asks you to take the next step with her
Early: When Natasha gets off work early, she comes home to find you in need of he
Red Hot: You meet a hot firefighter at a bar
12 Alarm: Your firefighter wife gifts you a special calendar she made for you
Dinner and a Show: Natasha invites to an empty firehouse and puts on a show
Hot & Needy: When Natasha comes home exhausted from a long shift, you take control and let her relax
Lieutenant Romanoff: Natasha wears gray sweatpants that drive you wild
The Waiting Game: You get a call in the middle of the night that Natasha has been injured while on shift
Itâs All Her Fault: When Natasha comes home from work, she begs you to shower with her
Hot Honeymoon: You and Natasha enjoy your honeymoon
Burn For You: When Natasha gets home from a shift, you are waiting for her in bed
Firefighter in Training: The firefighters host a camp for kids with one very special attendee
Motivation: When Natasha has a rough shift, a calm night at home is just what she needs
Firefighter Nat NSFW Alphabet
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No Glory
Beefy!MMA Fighter!Natasha Romanoff* x Fem!Stripper!Reader
18+ only, read at your own risk
Word count: 3570
Summary: Your club gets a visit from rising boxer Natasha âBlack Widowâ Romanoff.
*Nat has a đ and is a virgin
AN: Been working on this one for a while... đ
Sometimes Natasha wonders why she chose this path in life. The chain-link fence of the octagon cage rattles from the spectatorsâ excitement, reminding her that sheâs only here for their entertainment. The eyeballs and cameras drink in the violence and bloodshed like an elixir, the crowd cheering for more. They didnât pay all that money for a ten-second fight that ends with a single punch to the temple and a body lying still on the mat. They want to see the full three rounds, pushed to the last second, where the fighters can hardly stand straight and blood soaks through the mats.
She circles the pen warily, shifting her weight back to her left leg because her right thigh has swollen to a near-bursting point after taking a rapid succession of roundhouse kicks that probably couldâve fell a house support beam. Blood drips into her left eye and she hopes her eyebrow is at least still attached to her face. She lifts her hands to protect whatâs left, her forearms and biceps aching, but she knows if she doesnât end things soon, sheâll be the one laid out while the audience celebrates.
Her opponent, a pixie-cut blonde with a few inches over her, bounces on the mats with a seemingly endless supply of energy. The only visible damage Natashaâs left on her is a fattened bottom lip. Natasha is annoyed, wishing she had done a better job wearing her opponent out so the end wouldnât be so difficult.Â
She shuffles forward a few steps as much as her injured leg will allow, causing her opponent to bounce back in response. She fruitlessly throws a few punches, which her opponent blocks effortlessly. Her opponent might have the capacity to play around with her the rest of the evening, but Natasha doesnât have the time.Â
She moves backwards now, practically inviting her opponent in for a free hit. When Natasha sees the light of realization in her opponentâs eye, she knows itâs over. She momentarily shifts her weight to her right leg, a spike of adrenaline masking the pain long enough for her to spin on her heel, lifting her left leg as high as she can manage. Her left heel connects with her opponentâs jaw with a satisfying crack.
âKNOCKOUT!â the announcer roars. âDanvers is down!â
Natasha wobbles on both legs as the referee jumps in between her and Danvers, lying frozen stiff on the mats with one arm still raised. She is momentarily jealous of Danversâs unconsciousness, wishing she could lay down too, but when she sees the look of shock in Danversâs eyes as she comes to, she isnât jealous anymore.
âYour winnerâŚNatasha âBlack Widowâ Romanoff!â
She turns to face the audience, raising a fist and hearing their screams and cheers grow louder. But the win feels empty to her. There was not much at stake at an amateur fight and her reward would be even less after her manager/coach/adoptive father took his cut. Training would be even worse with her new injuries and she already had another fight scheduled in less than a week. As she squints through the bright lights shining down on the octagon, she looks out at the audience, knowing she wonât find you there but wishing she would.
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âHey, turn that up,â you say, catching a glimpse of the TV in the mirror.
âWhy?â Wanda asks, smearing red lipstick around her mouth. âYouâre not into MMA.â
âNo, but that one client of hers is,â Jane chimes in and you feel her cheeks heat up.Â
âWhich one?â
âYou know, that buff redhead.â
âOhhhh.â
You tune them out to focus on the fight. You didnât really consider Natasha Romanoff a client of yours because she never seemed to want to get actually near youâyou could always feel her eyes on you from afar, but every time you approached she suddenly turned icy cold, murmuring excuses and turning down your offer to take her to one of the back rooms for a private show. She was an enigma and a little rude too, but you found yourself hopelessly drawn to her.Â
You watch as Natasha limps forward, before spinning around and kicking Danvers in the face.Â
âKNOCKOUT! Danvers is down!â
You try to hide your smile. You knew she could do it. She might not have had the greatest track record, but she was still just starting. Maybe sheâd come visit you tonight as a way to reward herself, and maybe youâd finally get a real chance to be with her. You turn back to your mirror, reaching for the mascara. You always wanted to make sure you looked the best when she came in.
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Natasha watches unblinkingly as the nurse presses the enormous ice pack to her bruised thigh, holding it in place with a plastic wrap sheâs sure sheâs used in the kitchen before. Her ankle is elevated on a chair and sheâs only in her underwear now so she caught a full glimpse of the damage Danvers caused before the ice pack hid away most of it.Â
She winces when a second nurse pinches the skin above her left eyebrow and presses on a pair of butterfly stitches.Â
âHow did you win but Danvers walked away better than you?â the first nurse says to no one in particular. Natasha doesnât answer.Â
âI bet the gamblers were not happy with that upset tonight,â the second nurse responds.Â
âMy daughter knows how to give a show,â a deep Russian voice slurs from behind them. Natasha doesnât move to acknowledge her father lumber into the locker room. âVery good today, Natasha. Very, very good.â A heavy hand slams painfully on her shoulder and she jolts. âYou almost had me fooled, too.â He shakes her and Natasha holds onto the sides of the flimsy metal chair sheâs propped in so as not to fall to the floor. âBut I trained you well. I know I did.â
âYes, Dad,â Natasha mumbles, trying to shake his hand off her shoulder. She just wants to be away from everyone now. She hardly cares that itâs her first win in weeks. These were the last people she wanted to be celebrating with.
âAlexei!â The manager walks in next. Heâs shorter and smaller than Natashaâs father and Natasha only knows his name as Dreykov. He wears thick-rimmed glasses and has his thin gray hair perpetually slicked back. âIâve got a good payday for you.â
âFor once!â Alexei cheers, walking over to Dreykov. The men share an awkward but enthusiastic handshake, before Dreykov reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. Natasha swears she can see the dollar signs in her fatherâs eyes as Dreykov begins peeling and counting bills.
âWeâll be celebrating tonight,â Alexei says as he proudly accepts the money. Almost like itâs an afterthought, he turns towards Natasha and offers her a single, hundred-dollar bill. âHere you go, honey. Treat yourself tonight. Go to that club that you like, but donât bring any of the girls home.â He and Dreykov laugh. Natasha snatches the bill out of his hand. She knows sheâs owed more for her share, but sheâs too tired to complain. She hates the situation sheâs gotten herself into, but knows thereâs no escaping it now.
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Your eyes scan the club, your vision so well-adjusted to the dim lighting and red LEDs that you can still see faces perfectly well. Either sheâs not here yet, or sheâs playing her usual game and hiding in the corner with a beer.
Wanda bumps your hip with hers and you remember to keep moving down the catwalk, continuing your performance for the rowdy men cheering by the edge of the stage. But youâre not interested in a single one of them tonight. Youâre waiting for the redhead to appear, because this time, you arenât just going to ogle from afar.Â
Natasha carefully lifts herself into a stool at the corner of the bar. The ache in her leg is softened a little by the painkillers her father forced her to take before she left the gym, so she orders a Coke instead of her usual beer. She takes a sip, letting the sugar dissolve in her mouth, and rubs her eyes, suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion hit her harder than Danvers had. Maybe she shouldâve just gone back to her apartment and slept instead of coming here.
âHi there.â
Natasha nearly jumps out of her seat. Youâre suddenly standing next to her, and you look even more beautiful up close.Â
âUm, uhâŚâ Natasha splutters, trying not to spill the Coke on herself and setting it back on its coaster. âHi.â
âI saw your fight earlier. The girls all pitched in for the pay-per-view,â you say.
âOh.â Natasha feels her cheeks heat up as red as the mood lighting in the club. âThat was nice of them.â
âI knew youâd come here to celebrate your win. Congratulations.â
âIt was a lucky kick,â Natasha deflects, feeling infinitely embarrassed by your praise.
âNo, you won fair and square,â you insist.
âThanks,â she finally concedes.
âNot even a beer tonight?â you ask, gesturing to her glass of bubbling Coke.
Natasha shakes her head. âI didnât want to mix alcohol with painkillers.â
âOh. Sorry about that.â Natasha hears pity in your voice and her stomach twists. She wishes she could appear stronger and cooler. Sheâs worried that sheâs not living up to your expectations as an MMA fighter, even though she had just won a fight (a first in weeks).
âCan I get you something to drink?â she squeaks, desperate to distract herself from the self-loathing.
You wave her offer away. âI was thinking maybe we could go back to one of the private rooms tonight. If you want to, that is.â
âMe? With you?â Natasha blushes as red as her hair. âIâŚumâŚâ she splutters. âSorry, I donât think I have enough money for that right now.â
âMy treat,â you say, putting your hand on her forearm, which tenses up considerably under the leather jacket sheâs stretching out.
âOh, thatâs umâŚvery nice of you for offering,â she stammers, pulling her arm away. âBut you donât have to. I donât want to take your time away from paying customers,â she stalls.Â
âI want you,â you emphasize, and it makes Natashaâs stomach do somersaults. Sheâs dreamed of this moment for months, but resigned herself to the fact that she would never have the confidence to ask you this herself. You probably deserved someone much better than her, not a loser who allowed herself to get beat up for a living.Â
âAre you sure?â Natasha asks, giving you one final chance to walk away. She didnât want you to do anything you might later regret.
âYes,â you assure, and thereâs no way someone as dense as Natasha can mistake the passion in your voice for anything less. Natasha finally takes your hand and she hopes you wonât mind the callouses roughening up her palm. She looks around, as if sheâs embarrassed someone will catch her with you. But no one is paying attention with the dancers on the stage, where Natasha would normally watch you from afar.
You take her past the bathrooms, through a door she had never noticed before, to an empty hallway marked with more doors. Buzzed on excitement and nerves, Natasha hardly notices the ache in her leg anymore.Â
âThis one,â you point out the third one on the left and usher her in.Â
Natasha isnât quite sure what she expected, but it almost reminds her of a hotel room. However, she notices thereâs no lock on the inside of the door.Â
âUmâŚâ Natasha stands there awkwardly behind you as you close the door. âI need you to know something,â she blurts out.
âYes?â
âIâm aâŚum, I meanâŚâ She doesnât know why itâs so hard to admit, she would rather fight Danvers again with both hands tied behind her back. âIâve never doneâŚthis before,â she says lamely, her face reddening in shame.
âOh.â Natasha deflates when she hears your reaction. âWell, thatâs okay,â you add quickly and she stares at you while holding her breath. âIâd love to be yourâŚfirst.â
âReally?â She doesnât want you to see her like a chore you have to get done so you can move along your day. âIâm sorry I never approached you first and just watched you from the bar like a creep. I just thought you were so beautiful that youâd never want to give someone like me a chanceââ
You lean forward and press your fingers to her lips. Her eyes widen at your touch but she finally picks up the courage to gently lift her hands to your hips, beckoning you to close the distance between the two of you.Â
âAre you sure?â Natasha whispers one last time, her breath warm on your cheeks. You nod as she quickly presses her lips to yours, still carrying an air of nervousness. âShould weâŚthe bed?â she suggests, cringing at how crass it sounds.
You hide a chuckle and allow her to lead you to the queen-sized bed, where she sits on the edge first, parting her legs so you can stand between them. You lean down and kiss her again, this time with more passion, and she cups your cheek with her rough palm. She feels the sudden tightening in her pants and shifts her leg to adjust herself.
âItâs your leg okay?â you ask.
âUm, itâs not my legâŚâ
âMaybe I can help?â you propose, turning your focus first to her belt and then her zipper. Natasha tries to help you but you push her hands away; instead, she lifts herself off the bed so that you can pull down her pants and boxers. She moans when your hand closes around her shaft and starts tugging at her gently.Â
âY/N,â she whispers, rocking her hips slightly to push more of herself through your hand. Your hand feels infinitely better than hers ever has and just the thought of what your pussy might feel like has her head reeling already.Â
âDo you like that?â you ask, ghosting your lips over hers. Natasha tries to kiss you but pulls back and gasps when you squeeze her head, collecting the pre-cum that dribbles out on your finger. She watches with wide eyes as you bring your finger to your mouth and suck it off, and she throbs even harder in your hand.
âPlease, Y/N,â she begs, and even her legs are shaking now too (but she suspects that might also be because her muscles are weak). Â
âSit down and take your clothes off,â you tell her, taking off your jacket and tossing it on the floor. Natasha eyes your curves with a spark of lust, but she doesnât touch you without permission. She hastily tries to follow your instruction, wanting to watch you undress instead, but with a few fumblings rids herself of the leather jacket and the plain white T-shirt she had been wearing underneath. Youâve left yourself in a pair of lacey lingerie as you crawl onto the bed to join her, pushing her back until her spine bumps against the headboard.
âStill okay?â you ask, straddling her waist but mindful of the enormous dark bruise on her right thigh.
âCan I touch you?â Natasha asks, almost squirming underneath you in desperation.
âOf course,â you say, guiding her hands to your hips where she squeezes them roughly, sliding to the backside of your thighs and pulling you towards her. Her hard cock is pressed against her abs when you fall against her and she jogs her hips to create a slight friction between your bodies. You rock forward, smearing some of her pre-cum onto your stomach. Natasha gasps at the sight and feels herself harden even more, until sheâs afraid itâs about to burst on the spot.
âI donâtâŚknow how much longerâŚIâll last,â she pants, trying to slow the movement of your hips. Youâve hardly touched her and she isnât even inside you yet, but the shameful thought deflates her just a little bit.
âJust a little more,â you tease, wrapping your hand around her slick cock and pumping it back to full mast again. Natasha grunts and moans, her muscles flexing in an impressive display for you as she tries to enjoy the pleasure without ruining the moment. Her fingers slip under the band of your panties, but you slap her hand away and she looks up at you guiltily.
âLet me,â you insist, leaning back to slowly shimmy out of your panties. Natasha is worried sheâll start drooling when you finally expose yourself to her, where she can see the glimmering wetness of your anticipation. âLook what youâve done to me,â you say as you lower yourself to press your wetness against her cock. âFeel it.â
âFuck, Y/N,â Natasha mumbles, wondering if you can feel how hard her cock is throbbing for you too. She cants her hips up to slide herself through your heat, even though the movement reminds her of the pain in her leg. âI need you, baby.â
âI need you too,â you say, moving to match her rhythm. It fills Natasha with happiness to hear you say this; sheâs never had it said to her before and quite literally spent most of her time as a punching bag for others. But even if youâre just caught in the heat of the moment and only viewing her as a favor, she wants to enjoy this and couldnât be more excited you chose to spend time with her tonight.
âDid you bring protection?â you ask, startling Natasha out of the moment.
âOhâŚum, yes. Itâs in my wallet,â she says, reminded of the little foil packet one of her sparring buddies had given her as a joke. They wouldnât be laughing anymore when they learned she had finally gotten the chance to use it.
There is an awkward pause as you lift off of Natasha enough for her to slide out and grab the wallet in her jeans, tearing open the packet as she gets on the bed again. Her hands are trembling as she tries rolling the plastic over herself, but you end up helping her finish.Â
âThanks,â she mutters, embarrassed by her own helplessness.
âItâs okay.â You kiss her forehead and hold onto her shoulder with one hand to steady yourself, the other hand gripping onto her shaft and guiding it towards your entrance. âReady?â
âYes,â she says, holding her breath and squeezing your hips tighter.Â
She easily slides into you, trapping her in a velvet heat that seems to swallow her whole. The two of you moan in unison and Natasha holds herself very still, torn between wanting to bury her entire length in you and not wanting to hurt you. Her heart is racing with exhilaration but she patiently waits for you to start moving, the arousal in her stomach spiking to an almost painful point when she feels how easily she moves through you.   Â
Her back arches against the headboard when you purposely squeeze her and her nails claw at your thighs.Â
âCome on, Nat,â you say, âCome and fuck me.â
Natasha doesnât respond with words, but jack her hips up hard, meeting your thighs with hers with an audible slap. Her arousal is so strong now it completely drowns out the lightning bolts of pain from her leg as she pistons eagerly into you, trying to fit all of herself into you. She wants your tightness around every inch of her, massaging her in the best way sheâs ever been touched before. She can feel herself leaking in the condom and knows it wonât be too much longer until she busts completely.Â
But she wants you to feel good too, and doesnât want to focus too much on her own pleasure.Â
You bounce higher with every one of Natashaâs thrusts and she starts to lose her rhythm the closer she gets to release. Her hips and abs burn and she buries her face in your chest, mouthing at your breasts in a last-ditch effort to distract herself, but to no avail.Â
Natasha finishes in a few hard spurts that seem to drain all the energy out of her. She lays back limply against the headboard, the muscles in her thighs still twitching. Your riding slows to a full halt as you wait for her body to stop shaking. Natasha reaches up to stroke your face tenderly.
âThank you,â she whispers, and you beam down at her.
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Natasha opens her eyes, feeling like she had been hit by a bus. She looks around and doesnât recognize the space, before she suddenly remembers her successful fight against Danvers, and then the night she had with you.Â
But youâre nowhere to be seen now, although Natashaâs clothes, which she had haphazardly tossed to the floor, are now collected in a neat stack on a chair. She gets up to put her clothes on and her phone falls out of her jeans pocket. The screen lights up with text messages from her father, wondering why she was late to practice that morning.
The harshness of reality slapping her in the face, she hurries to dress. She isnât even sure if sheâs supposed to be here, but she finds a back door and sneaks out, unsure if sheâll ever have the confidence to return.
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AN: Sorry this ended kind of sad, Iâve been really sad lately so it only made sense lol.
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I NEED HER TO PUT ME IN A HEADLOCKâŚ.
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Hi there!! I saw that you were taking request so I thought Iâd put one in! Iâm obsessed with a rich/Silver fox Nat x innocent reader. Silver fox Nat is definitely manipulative ďżźand possessive and is obsessed with R. Maybe for the fic nat just had a really stressful day and gets home late and needs to take her anger out on R? Maybe g!p too? Up to you! ďżź ďżźdefinitely super kinky
Try To Keep Me
hey idk if this does your request justice, but I hope you enjoy!! not proofread
word count: 1.5k
pairing: CEO silver fox beefy g!p Nat x housewife fem reader
warnings: smut, nat has a penis, cnc, angst, cursing, slapping, arguing, name calling, breeding kink, lactation kink, (let me know if I miss any )
You were done waiting on her. She told you that she was done with the broken promises, and the worst part was that you believed her. When you agreed to be her housewife you thought it would be less cooking, cleaning, housework and more wife.
It seems as though all you do is cook the meals that she demands, yet she never actually eats, do her laundry, clean her house, and be used as her personal fucktoy. She was never like this when you guys were dating. You used to have fun together, she used to look at you with that special twinkle in her eyes, while she held your hands and showered you with praises. You couldnât remember the last time she even complimented you on something other than your body.
Yet you stayed, itâs not like she didnât love you, I mean she paid the bills, you never wanted for anything. And the sex. The sex was incredible. She would take you whenever she wanted and it was always hot and passionate. You just wished she would bring romance back into the relationship and make you feel wanted.
You figured Natasha didnât try anymore because she got too confident that you would never leave. Sheâs every womanâs dream being a millionaire CEO, who is exceptionally sexy, with her long red hair and the muscular body that she spends hours upholding everyday in the gym. But that didnât matter to you, you missed the Natasha she was when you were dating, your gentle Natty who would pursue you each and every day, take you on thoughtful dates and cuddle you to sleep every night. You were going to teach her that she needs to put in effort in order to keep you.
âBabe, iâm home.â she says, walking through the front door throwing her stuff to the side, expecting you to pick it up later. âWhere are you?â she wondered why you werenât in the kitchen cooking or cleaning up like you normally were.Â
Walking through the house to look for you, she noticed the light was on in the closet of the master bedroom. âWhat are you doing, babe?â She asked with a furrowed brow as she saw you haphazardly throwing clothes into bags.
âPacking!â You said with a tight lip, pacing around the room trying to get your stuff together.
âBaby, stop! Whatâs going on? Where do you think you are going?â She said with an amused smirk.Â
âWhat the hell do you think is so funny! Everyday you come in here and treat me like iâm your fucking sex slave thatâs just here to please you and be your maid! I am packing my bags and staying with my sister.â, You said while trying to push past her before she grabbed you by your wrist to stop you and turn you to face her.Â
âYouâre not gonna leave me baby, you know I love you. Daddy is just so stressed out from work, that itâs hard for me to do all the romantic things you love to do.â She says while holding you by the waist.Â
âItâs just that I want you to try, there are tons of women that would beg to take me out and buy me flowers, so I think I am going to go find one of them.â You said trying to break away before feeling a harsh sting on your cheek.Â
âYou are such a slut, any excuse to whore yourself out to everyone. I bet this bag is filled with skimpy thongs and tight dresses for you to escapade around the town in.â She says as she rips the bag out of your hands and grabs both of your hands behind your back and leads you to the bed.Â
Pushing you face down on the bed, she rips your house dress down as you try to wriggle from her hold and smiles when she sees that you are without underwear.Â
âLook at how pretty you are baby, I canât believe you thought you were gonna leave me. You are mine, all the panties in that bag are only for me to see. Do you understand!â She says as she harshly slaps your ass. âYou know maybe if I fill you up and make you pregnant youâll be happier with my long hours, having someone to keep you company.Â
âCome here.â, She says pulling you up into all fours, before swiping her fingers through your pussy. âYouâre so wet for me baby. Is the thought of me getting you pregnant turning you on?âÂ
âYes daddy. Please fuck me, iâm sorry.â, You said while humping back into her trying to reach back and unbutton her dress slacks.Â
She swats your hands and moves to unbutton her pants and pull them along with her underwear down and tosses them across the room. Her 9 inch length pops out and hits your cunt and starts to harden, she then begins to jerk herself off in order to fully harden.Â
Before slipping in she spreads your ass with hands on both cheeks and licks all throughout your cunt, up and down taking your clit between her teeth. âMy goodness baby, I can never get over how good you taste.â, She says after pulling away and planting kisses all over your ass and cunt, licking and sucking on the skin of your cheeks in order to leave bruises.Â
âGod baby you make me so hard I just have to fuck you.â, She says after pulling away from your ass and lining her cock up with your entrance. With one strong thrust she bottoms out causing you to yelp. Picking up the pace, she grips your hips and with a steady speed she continues to ram into you from behind.
âOh Natty, please it feels so good. You fuck me so well, I canât take it iâm gonna cum.â, You say humping back onto her trying to match her pace.Â
âOh not yet baby, you better hold it until I fill you up with my kids.â She husked into your ear, while reaching down to play with your clit. That combined with the unmatched stamina she has from her daily workouts, is making it impossible to hold out.
âPlease, please, please, Nat please Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
âOkay baby, donât worry I got you. Iâm right there with you, so cum when youâre ready.â She grunts out in your ear while violently ramming into you trying to catch her high. âUhh, there you go. Take it all, baby take all my cum.â She releases her load into your cunt, causing you to come right after her. Pulling out she flips you over and pushes you onto your back, fingering the oozing cum back into you to make sure it sticks.Â
Pulling her fingers out of your cunt, she licks them and then kisses up your body. Starting between your thighs, she kisses a trail up your stomach, stopping when reaching your chest. âYouâre gonna look so sexy as the mother of my children.â, She says while pulling your nipple into her hot mouth, sucking and taking the other one between her skilled fingers, pulling and twisting. âI canât wait for these tits to be filled with your sweet milk, for me to drink.â
âYou know you canât just fuck me and expect me to forget what iâm upset about!â, You say in between moans as she continues her assault on your boobs.
âOkay, yeah youâre right baby. Tell me, what were you upset about?â, She says, lifting her head from your breasts, looking face to face, with a smirk.Â
âNo, iâm being serious. Of course I want us to have kids, but I donât want to feel like a single mother. I want a wife that cares about her kids and spends family time with them and her wife. Please, Nat, I hate that I have to beg you to romance me and make me feel like I mean something to you!â You sit up and cover yourself with the blanket, while you wait for her to reply.
âYes I understand baby, come here.â She says while pulling you into her lap. âI know iâm not the most present with you, and it seems like I only care about your body when I am stressed out from work, but I donât. You are the love of my life, and I couldnât live without you. I am so sorry that I have been so lousy at showing you that. I promise that I will try everyday to show you how much you mean to me and how much I need you. I donât even know what I was thinking, not treating you like the goddess you are.â She said, grabbing you by the face and placing a kiss on your mouth.Â
You move to straddle her hips and grind down on her length, âOkay, baby if thatâs how you feel I think we should keep going if we are gonna start trying to have a family.â, You say, leaning in to kiss her again.
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Revolving Around You
Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your ex, Wanda Maximoff, invites you to her wedding. You have no reason to go, but find a reason to stay.
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, alcohol consumption, and smoking weed
A/N: I really just wanted to write some Natasha fluff and I used the prompt [ wedding ] our muses are sat at the same table at a wedding for a mutual friend
You stared down at the invitation you had received from your long since ex, Wanda Maximoff, she'd be getting married soon. You really didn't talk much with Wanda anymore not since she got together with Vision, but when you did meet up and talk everything was fine.
You weren't expecting this though. Not this soon anyways as you stared down in shock at the lovely scarlet invite to their Spring wedding two months from now. Should you go? She sent the invite so obviously she wants you there, right? You grabbed your phone, scanning the QR code on the invite. It brought you to a page themed in such a way you could only assume it was their wedding theme. You checked off the box to RSVP. You held your breath after hitting send and even once the confirmation came through. Now you had to go through with it.
The ceremony was beautiful. Outside in the blossoming flower fields and apple trees of a rented out pasture. It honestly was a beautiful sight to behold. You'd gone wearing a light blue dress that fell at your mid thigh and a matching pair of open toed heels. Your hair in a half updo of a bun, the rest falling gracefully over your shoulders.
The reception itself was held in a renovated barn on the property. The table you were sitting at you knew no one. Well you didn't know anyone really at the wedding. You knew Wanda, Pietro, Vision, and the parents.
As everyone found their seats a raspy voice called out, âLooks like you're my seat mate for the next however many hours Wanda decides this reception should last.â Your head turned to see a red head, her hair in various braids. She wore a fitting suit that did absolutely nothing to hide all the muscles beneath the fabric. You could see her ear was covered in piercings along with her eyebrow and septum from the profile view you were currently getting. You couldn't help, but stare at the beauty sitting next to you. As you went to respond to the red head, she was shrugging off the suit jacket. The button up and tie she wore were almost the same as your dress. In fact if anyone were to give a quick glance they probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference. She hung the jacket on the chair. Turning towards you and as she rolled up her sleeves, revealing the double sleeves of tattoos on her arms.
âWowâŚthey're beautifulâŚâ you meant to keep that thought in your head, but it slipped past your lips. A blush adorning your face as you turned away to hide.
âWell thank you pretty girl.â She leaned onto the table, all her attention on you as you downed your drink, suddenly feeling like you couldn't swallow. A chuckle falling past the redhead's lips. âI'm Natasha by the way, what's your name? Though I'll probably stick to calling you pretty girl with a reaction like that.â You looked over to see her smirking, another blush coming to your cheeks.
âY/NâŚâ you spoke quietly, but Natasha heard and tested it on her tongue,
âY/NâŚhmmm I think that's a beautiful name that suits a pretty girl like you.â
A few hours into the reception you and Natasha are talking as if you've known each other your whole lives. Once the dance floor opens up after the first dance, Natasha holds out her hand. âCare to dance, pretty girl?â Her sultry voice finds your ears, sending a shiver through you. You don't speak a word, instead opting to just set your hand in hers. The way her hand held yours felt perfect, it felt right.
Her hand in yours, the other holding your waist as yours sat on her shoulder. She led the dance of you two and everything around you faded away. It was only Natasha. All you wanted to do was lean in and kiss the redhead, but you controlled yourself even though your head was swimming from the alcohol you've been consuming.
âYou're, like, really handsome and beautiful.â You blurt out making her chuckle.
âWell pretty girl now that we've both said what we think about each other's appearance maybe we could go on a date outside of this wedding?â She offers cocking the pierced brow at you.
âWhere do you live?â you slurred, looking up at her.
âNew York.â Your eyes lit up, getting up closer to her face.
âMe too!â She smiled, leading you two outside the reception hall. Grabbing her jacket on the way out, setting it on your shoulders. The air had gotten cold now that the sun was down, but a bonfire was being lit by Vision's brother Tony and Wanda's brother Pietro.
You wanted to go over and get a seat, but Natasha had you against the wall. She wasn't holding you there, but she towered over you as she pulled you closer.
âAre you cold?â She asked in a low voice.
âOnly a little. Your jacket is helping and your body heat...â Your voice trails off as you wrap your arms around her waist. You looked up at the redhead who took a hand to your cheek. Her thumb brushing gently over your skin.
âI could warm you up a bit more if youâd like?â You bit the inside of your lip, nodding your head as she pulled you against her, lifting you onto your tip toes as your lips brushed together. âIs this okay?â You didnât answer verbally as you leaned up further to press your lips into hers. Your hands fisting her shirt and you were sure you wrinkled the fabric, but neither of you could bring yourself to care as you went from a simple kiss to her tongue swiping across your lip asking for entrance. When you opened your mouth for her and her tongue made its way into your mouth you realized she had a tongue piercing too, making you moan into her. She pulled you closer and didnât pull away until you both were desperate for air.
She looked down at you with a satisfied smile. You knew you probably looked a bit hazy, the alcohol still swimming in your brain. You were normally much more reserved than this, but with everything that was happening you would have let Natasha take you right here in front of everyone and not cared one bit. Instead the two of you shared a handful of slow soft kisses as little whimpers and moans escaped you. It had been too long and you wanted her so badly, but one of your major rules was no sex on the first date and this wasnât even a first date. This is a first meeting.
After Natasha had her fill with kissing you she pulled out a joint, flicking a lighter to it until you saw the paper start to burn, red glowing as she inhaled. As she exhaled she looked up towards the sky. You watched the cloud of smoke leave her lips, your jaw slack as you watched feeling a dampness pool between your thighs.
When Pietro came over he handed you a drink and asked if he could take a hit from Natasha who didn't mind as the two caught up. You stood there in awe, downing your drink, as the two went back and forth with the joint and with conversation.
Eventually the three of you made your way over to the bonfire. Wanda sat on Vision's lap as stories were told amongst friends and family. Natasha had sat down and practically mirrored Wanda when she pulled you to sit on her lap. You bit the inside of your lip as she held you against her, carrying on in her conversations. Your eye caught Wanda's, a knowing smirk on her face making you huff and look down.
âWhat's wrong pretty girl?â You felt Natasha's cheek press against your arm.
âNothingâŚâ you tried to lie, but she gripped your hip tight. A moan wanting to rip through you. âW-Wanda was lookingâŚâ you quietly admitted.
âDidn't the two of you date for a bit?â You nodded in response. âI'm surprised she let you go for someone like him.â Your head turned to face her. âWanda's my best friend, but I think she's stupid for letting you go.â You felt your whole body go hot and a puddle between your thighs.
âT-thanks Natasha.â You spoke shyly, turning yourself more into her, burying your face against her. The alcohol was wearing off and you were getting tired without more being added into your system.
âGet comfy sweetie. I'm gonna keep talking with my friends.â Natasha's hand found your back, pulling you close. Her other arm hooking around your thighs to hold you there. You smiled against her. You thought this whole thing would be disastrous seeing your ex getting married, but meeting Natasha and getting to spend the whole evening together. Getting to kiss her and her just holding you in her arms. You hadnât felt this happy or this secure in...you couldnât even remember how long. You slowly fell asleep against her chest, listening to her heart beat, the sounds of people talking and the bonfire crackling.
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hey, could you do one with beefy!daddy!nat x autistic!little!reader??
maybe one with the reader having a crisis because of some noise - maybe one of tony's parties - and nat comforts him by snuggling the reader in his lap
Too Loud
Beefy!Daddy!natasha romanoff x autistic!fem!little!reader
Warnings: age regression, hurt/comfort
Your daddy was finishing putting on your dress when you heard a soft knock on the door. âCome in!â Natasha yelled out softly and Wanda opened the door. âMy oh my! Look how pretty she is nat!â Auntie wanda gushed over you and you felt your cheeks go red at the compliment. âTank chu auntie wandsâŚâ you said quietly as you smiled. Wanda nodded her head and turned her attention to your daddy. âThe party has started and Tony wanted me to come see what was taking so long.â Wanda said with a smile and Natasha chuckled.
âWell tell the olâ geezer that weâll be down in a minute.â Natasha said to wanda. She nodded and left the room to go back downstairs. Natasha put her blazer on and fixed her collar as you stood their and admired how pretty your daddy is. âWhatâs for you staring little girl.â Natasha said and your cheeks flushed red once again which made Natasha grin. âChu so pretty daddy..â you said softly as Natasha went over to you and grabbed you by your waist softly, leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head. âThank you pumpkin. Now. Letâs go and have some fun!â Natasha said happily as you giggled.
You and Natasha went out the door and went downstairs where the party was but didnât realized at the amount of people that were here. Tony told everyone that it would be a small gathering but you could tell that he invited a lot more than she should have. âDonât worry darling, we will go to a spot thatâs not so loud okay?â Your daddy reassured you as she took your hand in hers and guided you to a spot in the corner of the room and sat down on the couch. You and nat sat there for a few minutes until she saw some of her friends and got up from her spot. She turned to face you and gave you a warming reassuring smile.
âDaddy will be right back okay? She wonât be long. Stay here and be a good girl alright?â She said and you nodded. She gave you a bright smile and went off to her friends. Thirty minutes later and she wasnât back yet and it seemed like the music was getting louder and more people were here. You whimpered and curled yourself up on the couch and covered your ears to try and stop the loud music that was pumping through your ears. A few moments later you felt hands at your waist and you flinched and looked up to see your daddy with a apologetic expression on her face. You sat up and she immediately sat down beside you and you got into her lap.
âShhh shhh itâs okay babygirl daddy is here. Iâm so sorry. I didnât think I would be gone that long. Shhh we will leave soon okay?â Natasha said against your ear gently. You nodded and snuggled up to her. She wrapped her strong arms around you and put her head on top of hers. She decided to hum and sing to you so she could distract you and you liked how her chest vibrates when she does it. You didnât know when yâall left, but you woke up in yâallâs shared bed with Natasha tucking you in. âWe lefts?â You asked her as you rubbed your eyes. âYeah we did. Not too long after I started singing, you fell asleep and I decided to leave. I let uncle Tony know and he understood.â Natasha explained to you and you nodded as you yawned.
âYou get some sleep now pretty girl. Daddyâs not going anywhere.â She reassured you as she slipped into the bed next to you and you got into her arms. Natasha started humming again and you fell asleep peacefully in her arms.
A/n: I hope you liked it Anon and I hope this is what you wanted. I hope the rest of yâall liked it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love yâall! :)
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Big problem huh..
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heavy thinking on natashaâs thick and big cock in hot boxers that shows off everything
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25 with beefy nat x fem reader
#25 Introspection Reimagined - UMI | blurb replay 2022
Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Warning: 18+(G), mention of smut (kinda)
The presumption that it meant nothingâdespite admiring her from afar, basking in the sight of her shifting between workout routines, how she swiftly completes four sets of dumbbell bench press then smiling victoriously at that, the strain brought upon her muscles only made them more prominent as she flexes, and the damn filmy sleeveless shirt that barely does enough to disguise her physiqueâand it meant nothing.
It shouldnât mean anything, right?
Friends admire each other, and Natasha is a friend.
A very good friend whoâs looking at you too, waving friendly and walking towards you, each step striking your heart with a want while the other completely immerse in watching her muscles twitch and her shirt clinging onto her sweaty body.
âAre you done?â Natasha questioned, peeking over your gym bag throw by the bench then crossing her arms as she hummed.
You nodded your head, while your eyes were glued on burly arms.
A wish forged for the thoughts to fade which wouldnât make it hard for you to face her, when your thoughts were overwhelmed with her.
The teasing seconds when lips almost melded together, but you were obliged to step back because sheâs a good friend and you canât ruin that. The morning when she made breakfast, and you found yourself trapped between her body hovering over you and the counterâs edge prodding your lower back or hours later, when her sturdy hand rest firmly on your waist, squeezing and controlling the way your body swayed to the music. The unforgettable time when your hands grasp her bicep, feeling the twitch of her muscles under your touch as she distractedly explained her commitment to eating healthy and the importance of a good workout regimen.
Like the first time you saw her. A brawny woman standing tall, batons held securely in her hands, a fierce look on her face, and the dark suit that made your eyes widenâit wasnât like she was there to save you and how she scoops you into her arms so easily.
Friendship bloomed and you fell into a comfortable routine with Natasha. But the fluttering in your chest deepens, it swells your throat with words you hide behind soft smiles directed to her and floating away was easier.
Itâs not running away, you had reminded yourself.
And yet, Natasha promptly lead you out from hiding.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You lift your head to meet those soft green orbs that seems to cloud your thoughts. âNothingâs wrong.â
Natasha huffs, shaking her head and extending her hand for you. It takes few seconds for you to accept her hand, the warmth that spread from your palm, travelled to your cheeks, and beyond, when she suddenly pulls you up.
It doesnât mean, anythingâeven if your body is flushed against hers, and you could feel the warmth emitting from her body, and an uncomfortable wetness soaking through your clothes, and sheâs staring down on you with a look of fascination.
Why were you so afraid?
The question transfixes you further into her, to feel those arms enclosing around your body, to brush away wisps of auburn hair sticking to her forehead, to trace the texture of her skin, and to feel the way her body reacts to you.
âI donât like it when youâre like this,â Natasha murmured, seemingly tightening her hold on you.
It doesnât occur to you at first, till your notice faux white light reflecting on her glossy eyes, and those gestures reflecting on her fear.
Natasha was afraid of you leaving.
âDo you not like me, is that it?â she probed, clenching her jaw as she waits for you answer, and you gaze wavers ever so lightly.
âNoâ I mean, I like you, I do,â you grimaced at your unexpected confession. âI like you like friends like each other! Not in other ways. Just friends!â
Natasha doesnât say a word, in fact, she only stares at you like she was trying to understand. Perhaps, she was trying to investigate your reasoning for acting weirdly around her or avoiding her for the sake of trying to dismiss the way your heart throbs achingly when sheâs close.
But you didnât expect this; the pressure made known on your lips, the blow of hot breath, the hands clutching your waist or the way your arms went around her neck, and youâre kissing her.
You were kissing Natasha.
And sheâs kissing you.
Maybe, she doesnât care if you found her attractive beyond the sturdy body pressed against yours because thereâs love, and she feels that love too.
Natashaâs hand grips your thighs, directing them higher and you swiftly wrap your legs around her waist, and sheâs walking you back till your back hits a cold surface.
âYou like me,â she murmured, soft lips relocating to the curve of your jaw, and you hear her voice whisper the same words again.
You like me. You like me. You like me.
It almost feels like a dream because you like her, and she likes youâbut you know itâs real from her mouth marking your skin, and your hand tracing the outlines of her abdomen, and sheâs gasping like your touch burns her in every pleasurable way.
i hope this was enough beefyness <;3
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Who is she?
Dark stalker Natasha x reader
*warning stalking pregnancy
*summary you always feel like somebody's watching you are you paranoid or just insane
I felt soft long fingers tracing against my face before pulling away I woke up in a small panic I looked around thinking somebody was in my apartment. I let out a heavy sigh of groan from getting so fast I checked my phone to see that I was late for work I got out of bed walking in the bathroom taking a shower and brushing my teeth. I put on my work clothes and walked to my job I work at a coffee shop until night time. Where most of the customers are assholes but this is the amount I can handle until I get paid. The door ringed as a person walked in I looked up to see a redhead with green eyes a leather black jacket and black pants along with some piercings and rings on her ear and fingers. Hello ma'am how can I help you I spoke with a smile on my face.
I'll just take a black coffee detka she replied with a raspy voice and a smirk, I handed her the coffee and she tipped me a 20 dollar bill. I was about to call her name but she disappeared before I could call her name. Just then my boss walked up to me and told me that I finally got my paid day. My face lit up with a big smile, I thanked my boss and left work early since she gave me a free day off. And the rest of the day I spent some of the money on food and clothes I am now heading home after the day I had but I have decided to call a cab to go home since my feet began to hurt and get sore from walking and running all over the place.
I saw a black car pulling up and I thought it was my Uber so I hopped in the car greeting the driver not paying any mind to her red hair I felt my self dozing off in my sleep I felt a soft hand going up and down my thigh the last thing I heard was the driver's voice speaking another language as my vision blacked out. My eyes opened to see myself chained up to a bed I started pulling myself against panicking hey hey it's okay I saw the same woman from the coffee shop she kissed my face and told me to calm down and she'll Remove the chains. I agreed with her my name is Natasha darling and I have been watching you for so long but I got tired of watching and now I want you to love it. And don't worry I have your clothes from last night here . She took me by the hand to cook me food
She pushed a plate of food in front of me and just smiled at me I can't this is wrong I got out of the chair and walked away to God knows where. Just then I felt a strong grip on my hair . You will sit here and eat the food or I'll fucking make you! I whimpered at her grip as I sat back in the chair and ate pieces of the food. Will I ever go home?!
It's been months and here I am sobbing at the site realizing I'm pregnant only a few weeks and it was positive. I heard nat open the door and saw the test in my hand your pregnant darling. I couldn't get a few words out as Natasha pulled me into a soft and warm kiss on my lips hugging me in a comfort grip. I rested my head on her chest knowing I'm pregnant by my own stalker. I figured I had gotten pregnant due to the many times to come inside me which was either as a punishment or with my consent and it was mostly my consent. It's okay detka you'll be a wonderful mother.
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Sweet, honey, buckiinâ
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Jersey
Beefy!Nat x Female Reader
You meet Natasha after one of her football games. She gives you her jersey and so much more
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, a lot of beef, oral (N receiving), being crushed by Natâs thighs, thigh riding
Note: Yay beefy Nat football player smut. Enjoy this one!
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist
You met Natasha by accident really. Youâre a fan of football, so you jumped on the opportunity to watch the new team in your city play.
Although the team is mostly men, thereâs a few other people who are on the team. Namely, Natasha Romanoff is the starting quarterback. And sheâs one hell of a player.
You noticed in the first game that she has a perfect body and perfect red hair.
Sheâs led the team to victory multiple times this season. After the last game, you were cheering loudly and Natasha walked up to you in the front row.
âHey,â Natasha said casually.
âOh hi. Great game,â you told her.
âYouâll be here next week?â She asked. You nod. âSee you then.â
And with that she disappeared back into the crowd of the team. You havenât stopped thinking about her since then.
You get ready for the game. Your friend Kate goes with you and teases you relentlessly for cheering so loudly when Natasha makes plays.
âSheâs the quarterback! Of course Iâm going to cheer for her!â You defend yourself.
âYeah, definitely not because youâre in love with her,â Kate replies.
âStop,â you plead, feeling heat in your cheeks from lying.
The team sails to a victory. This time Natasha comes up to you at the stands and offers her hand. You take it and look at her confusedly.
âCome with me,â she says.
âOnto the field?â
âYep. Come on,â she says, pulling you over the barricade. âNice shirt.â
You look down at your team shirt and smile at her.
âThank you.â
She takes you by surprise when she lifts her jersey over her head. Nat holds the jersey for you to put your arms and head through it, but too youâre distracted by her abs to realize what sheâs doing.
âSeriously?â You ask her.
âItâll look better on you anyways,â she says. âForgive me for the sweat.â
She puts the jersey on you and smirks at the sight of you.
âCan I get a picture?â Kate asks. You forgot she was even here.
âYes you can,â Natasha says.
She wraps her arm around you. The muscles flex against your body and your knees threaten to weaken. Kate takes the photo and sends it to you.
âIâm Natasha by the way,â Nat says as she steps back to face you again.
âY/n,â you say.
âY/n, would you like to see the facilities with me?â She asks. âIf your friend is okay with you sneaking off, of course.â
âIâm more than okay with it,â Kate says. âI see a player of my own Iâm going to talk up.â
With that, Natasha takes your hand and walks you towards the tunnel to the locker room. Youâve always wondered what it was like to go through these parts of the stadium.
Natasha tells you all about the different rooms around the base of the stadium. She shows you what areas she can.
âIâll take you into the locker room, but I donât know if everyoneâs decent,â Natasha jokes as if her herself isnât wearing little to no clothes since giving you her jersey.
âOh, I donât mind,â you say.
She opens the door and playfully covers your eyes. But there ends up being no one else in there.
âI guess the team got out quick today,â Nat reasons. âHereâs my locker.â
You see a photo of what looks like it could be Natashaâs family and her gear in the locker.
âThis is amazing,â you say as you look around the room. Natasha just watches you with a smile.
âItâs got its perks,â she says. âThe showers are probably my favorite area.â
âOh yeah?â You ask.
âMhm,â she says. âThereâs a special area for the quarterback.â
âMay I see it?â
Natasha looks you over before she decides on her answer. If you mean what you think she means, then sheâs sure the ache between her legs will be satisfied.
âFollow me,â she says.
Natasha guides you through the locker room into another area. She closes the door behind her. To your right thereâs a door that Natasha types a key code into.
âRight this way, maâam,â she says.
You step into the room and take note of one shower head on the wall. On the other side of the room is a glass doored in area.
âWhatâs that?â You ask.
âA sauna,â Natasha says. âI only use it every now and then.â
You try to think of what to say next, but when you turn back to Natasha she is unbuttoning her pants.
âSorry,â you mumble quickly, turning your head away from where she undresses.
âOh, no Iâm sorry, y/n,â Nat says. âI just thought maybe you wouldnât mind me showering while weâre in here.â
âOh,â you say. âI donât know about just sitting here while you shower.â
âWould you like to use the sauna while I do it then?â She asks. âOr I can take you back to your friend.â
âNo,â you say too fast. âI mean- yes the sauna is a good idea.â
Natasha smirks and turns the sauna on for you. She shows you where to put your clothes and where the towels are. Nat leaves you to it.
From the sauna, you can see the shower. Sheâs not as sneaky as she thinks she is. But Natasha knows that. She takes her clothes off and steps under the water.
You take your own off and wrap in a towel to sit in the sauna. Natashaâs ass catches your eye as she washes her body. You try to look away but you just canât.
When Nat turns around, youâre sure your mouth hangs open. Through the fog of the sauna, you can see her perfectly toned abs, arms, and thighs. God, you want to be between those thighs.
Your thoughts run wild as she rubs the soap over her body. You swear Nat looks over to the sauna to see if are looking at her.
It seems like an eternity she takes to shower. Heat pools between your legs.
Natasha turns off the shower and wraps a towel around just her waist. Her chest remains on full display as she walks towards the sauna. You sit up straighter in anticipation.
âYou okay in here?â She asks as she opens the door.
âIâm fine, yes,â you say, trying to keep your voice stable.
âMind if I join you?â Nat asks.
You shake your head and she steps fully inside. Her wet red hair falls over her shoulders perfectly, but itâs not long enough to cover her breasts.
Natasha notices you staring at her chest. She sits right next to you. Her shoulder brushes against yours.
âYou know you can make a move on me,â Natasha says. Her voice is deep, dripping with lust.
âIâm not really the type to make the first move,â you say. Your eyes flicker to her lips and back up to her eyes.
âNot even on your favorite player?â She asks. âItâs okay, sweetheart. I wonât tell anyone if you do it.â
âCan I kiss you?â You ask.
âYou can do a lot more than that, y/n.â
You take her face in your hands softly and kiss her lips. Natasha lets you set the pace. Itâs slow, sensual as you memorize the feeling of her lips on yours.
âMmm,â she hums against your lips.
You could melt into a puddle at the sound. It encourages you to deepen the kiss. Natashaâs hands wander over your towel. She slips it down your chest and takes your breast in her hand. Her grip is strong and the feeling is intoxicating.
âFuck,â she groans when you move your kisses to her neck. Your hot breath makes her grab your breasts harder.
âI want to taste you,â you say.
âNow weâre talking,â she says. You donât see her face but you know sheâs smirking.
You kiss down her chest and move to kneel in front of her. Your towel falls to the ground and makes the perfect place for your knees.
âFuck, youâre gorgeous,â Natasha says, seeing all of you now.
âYouâre so perfect,â you reply.
You move your hands over her abs, tracing every line. Natashaâs legs open wide when your hands grip her thighs.
You suck on her pussy and her thighs begin to squeeze around your head. You donât care. You keep going and going and going.
âFuck, y/n, fuck Iâm close!�� Natasha yells out. She bites her lip and groans when you lick her faster.
Within no time, Natasha comes hard against your mouth. She opens her legs again and you emerge from her thighs.
Nat grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you up onto her lap. She takes your lips in a searing kiss.
âSo good,â she says. âYou did so fucking good.â
The words cause the ache between your legs to become unbearable. You grind against her as you keep kissing.
Natashaâs hands come to your hips. She bites your lip and you groan. It hurts but only a little bit.
âIf youâre going to do that, at least let me help,â she says firmly.
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât apologize,â Nat says.
She moves your hips with ease. Her muscles do more than help her throw a football. Your pussy rubs against her upper thigh.
âNatasha,â you moan softly as she picks up the pace of your hips. You donât even have to move. She has control.
âI want you to come, y/n. I want you to come all over my thigh,â she says. âDo it for me, sweetheart.â
Your hips stutter as you come against her. Natasha keeps moving your hips until youâre begging her to stop.
You fall against her and her arms hold you close. Natasha kisses your temple and lets you take your time to relax again.
âAre you good?â She asks.
âSo good,â you say a bit dreamily. Natasha chuckles.
You sit back up and smile at Nat. You push a piece of her hair behind her ear. She blushes.
âDid you enjoy your tour?â Natasha jokes.
âI did,â you say. âIn fact, I enjoyed it so much I think I want to come back next week.â
âIâll have tickets for you,â she says.
âAnd another jersey?â
âSure,â Natasha agrees. âI can get you one with your name on it.â
âIâd rather have yours,â you say.
Natasha smiles so brightly before she kisses you again. You two eventually get dressed and go out that night.
You never miss one of Natashaâs games after that day and soon she asks you to be her wife.
And that name on the back of her jersey ends up becoming yours too.
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Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader
18+ only, read at your own risk
Requested by anon:Â Jealous Alpha Nat x Clueless Omega ReaderÂ
Semi-public sex, claiming/knotting/breeding. Please, and thanks to you, God of Lust.Â
AN: I accidentally made Nat beefy even though you didnât ask for it. 𼺠I hope you donât mind, anon! Shoutout to @mostlymarvelsstuff for helping brainstorm this one.
âAre you sure you donât want me to spot you?â Natasha asks for what you feel is the thousandth time.
âYes, Iâll be fine. Iâll only be using the ten-pound weights anyway,â you respond, a little annoyed at how oveprotective she can be sometimes.Â
âWell, Iâll be right over here if you need me.â Natasha parts with a kiss on your forehead before going over to her favorite exercise, the bench press. You werenât much of a fan yourself, so you grab a pair of dumbbells and stand in front of the mirror.Â
You hear the gym door open as youâre in the middle of your set of curls, but you donât think much of it. You can see Natasha in the reflection of the mirror, balancing a barbell with two times your weight on it and you pause to admire the impressive flexing of her arms as she brings down the bar to bounce off her chest.
âHey, Y/N.â
You snap out of your ogling to find Sam Wilson standing behind you with a wide grin on his face.
âHuh? Oh, hi, Sam.â
âNeed some help with your workout?â he asks, boldly putting his hand on your shoulder and steering you toward an empty bench.Â
âUm, not really.â
âCome on, I can show you some new moves. Itâll really diversify your workout.â He sounds so earnest, you donât want to deny him the opportunity. Plus, itâs just Sam and heâs completely harmless, and youâre where Natasha can see you if anything goes south.
âOkay fine,â you relent, watching as he adjusts the bench so you can sit up and rest your back on it.Â
âHave you done shoulder presses before?â Sam asks as you take a seat. He stands behind you.Â
âUh, these?â You bend your arms and press them up.
âYeah! Just add some weight to it.â Sam hands you your dumbbells.Â
You start your first set, not struggling too much with the weight. Sam holds his hands under your triceps, following your range of motion in case you canât complete a rep.Â
After you finish your first set of 12, you go into your second set, although your arms are already tired. Samâs hands brush the undersides of your triceps more than once.
âCome on, Y/N. You got this. Push, push, push.â
âPhew,â you pant, dropping your dumbbells to the floor and shaking the ache out in your arms.
âThose are too easy,â Sam says, going over to the rack and picking up a pair of 15 pound dumbbells.Â
âOh no, I stick to the tens,â you protest.
âYou got this. I wonât let you drop them on your head. Besides, Romanoff would kill me if that happened.â
âOr, I can still kill you before that happens,â someone growls from behind you both.
âNat?â You didnât even notice her come over. The collar of her low-cut shirt is soaked in sweat and the veins in her arms look like theyâre straining to escape.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing, Wilson? She didnât want a spot,â Natasha says in a low voice that makes you tingle.
âOh, I wasnât spotting her, I was just showing her some new exercises,â Sam says, suddenly backing away from you on the bench.
âAnd you donât think I can do that?â
âWell, uh, no...â Sam stutters. âI know youâre more than capable--â
âIâll take it from here,â Natasha interrupts.
âSure. Iâll...Iâll see you two around.â Sam scampers away.Â
âCome on, Y/N,â Natasha says, hooking her arm under yours and pulling you up.
âOh, are you done with your workout?â It wasnât unusual for your mate to spend upwards of two hours in the gym.
âThis one,â she says, whisking you out of the gym.Â
âNat, are you okay?â you ask as she drags you into the locker room. You look down at her black shorts and notice the tent forming at the center. âOh.â
âIt seems someone forgot who their alpha is,â Natasha growls, pushing you against the lockers and looming over you.Â
âNat, someone can walk in--â you squeak as she removes your shorts, easily lifting you with her strong arms and pressing your back against the lockers.Â
âGood. So they can run out and tell everyone whoâs alpha you belong to.â
âFuck.â Her deepened voice and aggressive tone has you soaking your panties.
âWhoâs your alpha?â Natasha asks, now holding you up entirely with one arm so she can pull her shorts down. Her cock is dripping with pre-cum, fully erect, the veins on it pulsing. You clench around nothing, aching to have her sheathed inside of you.
âYouâre my alpha,â you respond, whining as she teases your folds with the dark tip of her cock.Â
âNo one elseâs?â she asks, almost as if sheâs a little insecure that youâd leave her for someone.
âJust yours. All yours,â you insist. âPlease, Nat.â
âGood.â Her arms flex as she steadies you before lowering you on her cock. You moan as she stretches you out, clawing onto her biceps and shoulders in pleasure.Â
âHarder, Nat,â you whimper, unable to make a sound as her thighs slap louder against yours, bouncing you on her dick.Â
âYou are my omega,â she growls, burying her face against your neck and tracing her tongue teasingly along the mating mark she left there months ago, when she first claimed you as hers. She bore a similar one on her collarbone, in the perfect outline of your teeth, a mark she wore proudly. âMine and only mine.â
âYours,â you pant, clinging onto her. âClaim me again, Nat. Knot me and make me yours.â
You feel her chest vibrate as she moans at your words and you swear you can feel her cock throb harder inside of you. Natasha mumbles something in Russian, a language you never bothered to learn but loved to hear when she was so turned on she couldnât think in English. Her thrusts come harder and you swear youâll be bruised tomorrow. But you donât care, tearing at her shirt so you can feel her sweaty skin against yours and take in her scent.
âFuck, Y/N,â Natasha moans, starting to lose her rhythm. You clench harder around her, desperate to feel her hot cum spill into you. You canât wait to carry her pups and start a family with her one day. âDo you...Do you want my knot?â she asks, knowing that if you take it, the two of you wonât be able to disconnect very easily. In fact, sheâll probably have to carry you out to your room, and who knows how many eyes will fall on you two on your way there.
âYes, yes, please. I donât care who sees us,â you reassure, digging your nails harder into her biceps. âFill me with your pups, Nat.â
That does it for her, and with a final hard thrust, her knot slips into you without difficulty and you feel her cum gush into you. You sigh in satisfaction, dropping your head against her chest and pulling aside her shirt collar to expose her mating mark. You bite into it and Natashaâs body goes rigid with a moan, and she finishes cumming with a few hard pulses.Â
She wraps her arms around you, balancing you against her chest, as she reaches for some towels to throw over your back. You hook your legs around her waist and she pulls up her shorts as high as she can, carrying you out of the locker room, with her cock still inside of you.Â
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My Obedient Little Wife
word count- 1.4k
pairing- dom beefy g!p nat x subby fem reader
summary - Natasha has just made you her wife and she is going to take her time worshipping you
warnings- smut, oral (both receiving), dirty talk, foul language, penetration, humping
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âAre you gonna take me to bed Natty?â You asked, looking up at her with those signature doe eyes and the sexy lip biting.
She was carrying you bridal style down the hall of the hotel you were staying at tonight, before you leave for your honeymoon the next morning. Since you had just had your well anticipated wedding, you were ready to finally consummate your marriage and let her claim you as her wife.
âOf course I am Mrs. Romanoff.â She said looking down at you with a smirk before pecking your lips. As soon as she arrived at the hotel room, she quickly unlocked the door eager to get her hands on you.Â
âYou have been teasing me all day, baby girl.â She said throwing you on the king sized bed. âWalking down the aisle to be my wife, and then changing into this tight little dress to grind all on me in front of our family at the reception. You are driving me crazy.âÂ
You sat on your knees on the bed looking up into her lust filled eyes. Feeling the need to touch her, you reached up to grope her chest, using one hand to try and unbutton her shirt. Growing frustrated, you used both hands to just pop the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, finally getting a look at her chiseled abs, before finally getting her aching bulge in your hand.Â
âBaby, now you are my bride and I need to worship you, enough about me.â She said moving your hands away, and unzipping your dress. She lifted you up to pull it off completely. She kissed you on your plump lips, much like she did earlier on the altar, making out with you for a little bit, before moving south to your neck.Â
âI need everyone to know that you are mine and that I own you.â She growled out between the bruises she was leaving on your chest and the trail leading between the valley of your breasts, aiming to leave more love bites there.
âWe need to get this off, so I can see these beautiful tits.â Her hand expertly reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting it fall off and freeing your perky breasts. âUggh baby, I will never get over how good you look. These plump tits are all for me.â At this point she was laying on your chest with your tits in her mouth, truly relishing the beauty of these attributes. She felt your breath hitch as she slowly bites the hardened bud, before smoothing over it with her tongue.Â
âPlease nat, I need you.â You begged, pushing her head down to the place that you desperately needed it.Â
âBaby donât rush, we have the rest of our lives together and tonight I want to take my time with you. She pushed you back down onto the bed, continuing her trail of bruises down your stomach stopping when she got to your pantyclad core. Â
âPlease natty, please I need you.â You whined, rubbing your thighs together to try and ease the ache.Â
âNow little girl.â She said before ripping your thighs apart, âI was excited to have an obedient little wife, but I guess iâm going to have to teach you.âÂ
She kissed your hips and between your thighs before noticing the wet spot on your white lacy panties, She put her nose on the spot, breathing in your scent before pushing her thumb down onto your clit through the panties. You writhed in pleasure finally feeling her where you need her the most.Â
She took the string of your panties between her teeth slowly pulling them down your thighs, until she got them off you completely and put them in the pocket of her suit pants.
Leaning down she stuck out her tongue flattening it before licking a stripe down your cunt. She smiled at the taste, not being able to get enough. âOh my god baby girl, my wife tastes delicious.â She said licking her lips in satisfaction.
Diving in once again, she starts to eat you out like sheâs been starved for a year. She harshly grips your hips and circles your puffy clit with her tongue. You buck your hips up trying to get more of her. She pushes you down and holds you there before picking up the pace, with her assault on your clit. She licks your cunt up and down, before sticking her tongue into your tight hole, fucking you slowly. You feel your breath start to hitch and your thighs start to twitch. You and your wife both knew you were close, so she removed her tongue from your cunt and entered two of her fingers, while going back to licking your clit.Â
After her tirelessly eating your pussy, you were finally to your breaking point. You felt the knot in your stomach unravel and you squirted. Nat removed her fingers from your cunt and used two fingers to quickly rub your pussy, to elongate your orgasm. She stuck her tongue out and tried to catch some of your cum, moaning at the taste.Â
âMy goodness baby, youâre so messy. Look at you squirting all over me, showing off your drooling cunt.â She said flipping you over onto your hands and knees, making you squeal out of surprise.Â
âSeeing you like this has made me so hard baby, I just need to fuck my wifeâs pussy in order to feel better.â She said before licking the cum off your cunt from behind to clean you up. She then pulled off her belt before stripping off her pants and boxers, leaving you both completely naked.Â
She quickly entered into your dripping hole, your tightness squeezing her deliciously. She was already so worked up from eating you out she couldâve cum already, but lucky for you her stamina was incredible. She picked up her pace, fucking you from behind. She focused her attention on your tight ass, rubbing and fondling your cheeks, while you pushed back onto her cock.Â
You were panting like a bitch in heat, as she continued to fuck you. You turned your head around to face her looking at how good she looked pounding into you. You pucker your lips signaling your need for a kiss. She leaned forward to kiss you, sloppily making out as you strained your neck. Her hands traveled up to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples.
She picked up the pace, feeling you getting closer as your cunt squeezed her aching prick. You felt her big dick in your intestines, as she pushed on the bulge appearing in your stomach.Â
The knot in your stomach unraveled for the second time tonight, leaving you to cream all over her cock. She guided your hips backwards to help you through your orgasm and put her over the edge.Â
âDammit baby this pussy is so tight, itâs like it was made for me.â She said, slapping your ass and pulling you back deeper, using you as her own personal sex toy. This was enough to send her over the edge, and blow in your cunt. Her hot, wet stream of semen had traveled down your insides and filled your belly. Â
You got up and turned around, both of you kneeling in front of each other. You looked into her eyes before leaning down to put her penis in your mouth. You sucked on the head before licking the shaft up and down to clean off your shared arousal. She sucked in a breath, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. She grabbed you by the hair holding you there so she could thrust her hips up into your mouth while you gagged on her.
This was one of the most beautiful sights for her to see, so it didnât take much for her to cum again. Another hot, wet stream of cum sliding down your throat, as you swallowed every thing she gave you. She then pulled you off of her and up by the hair to kiss you again. When the kiss grew heated, you took charge and pushed her back on the bed, straddling her waist. Your clit sat on her dick and you roughly grinded on her while making out. Your tongue entered her mouth as she sucked on it. You were panting in her mouth as you wildly humped her.Â
âBaby, if we donât slow down I'm afraid we are gonna have a honeymoon baby.âÂ
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