#mcu natasha romanoff

[versusvirtuous]

Marvel Characters as Youtube Videos

[asherashedwings]

This is how the first Avengers went, right?

[scarlethexelove]

Printsessa

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 722

Summary: After sex reader struggles with her feelings about being a pillow princess.

Warning: Smut, Strap-on, Smut turned to comfort, Reader struggling with accepting herself, a little self-hatred

A/n: Ok so long time no post. Sorry about that. I'm not fully back but I kind of needed this one. This isn't meant for everyone I know that. This was to help me with my own emotions. I've had similar conversations with My Girl and it's still hard. I hope writing it out helps and maybe could help someone else.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

“You're taking me so well printsessa. Fuck.” Natasha grunts as she drives her hips into yours. You moan as your legs wrap around her waist. Your fingernails digging into her back.

You've cum three times already. You're overstimulated and close to falling over the edge again. “Da-Daddy mmm fuck please." You whine, letting your nails drag down Nat's back.

Nat watches as her strap disappears into your wet hole. “Cum all over my cock printsessa. Making a mess for me.” She commands, which sends you over the edge.

Your body shakes beneath Nat as she continues to drive her strap into you. Helping you ride out your orgasm. Your juices coat the silicone toy attached to your girlfriend's hips.

The sight of you falling apart and your nails digging in that much deeper sends Nat over the edge right behind you. Her hips stutter as she cums, but never falters in their pace. She makes sure to drag out both of your orgasms until her hips finally slow to a stop.

Both of you are panting, bodies slick with sweat. Nat gently pulls out of your abused hole which causes you to whimper. “I'm sorry detka.” She strips herself of the harness and tosses it to the side to be cleaned later. She's quick to slide back into bed and pull you into her arms. She'll help to get you both cleaned up a little later.

You lay your head on her naked chest, both of you still breathing a bit heavy. Nat's heart beating a bit faster, and you close your eyes to the sound. This is your favorite place to be. A closeness that only skin-to-skin can give you. But there is a thought that creeps into your mind. You don't deserve this. You don't deserve this care and attention after the fact. How could you when you can't please your own girlfriend.

It's a battle between wanting to and not wanting to. You want to because you feel like you have to. There is some sort of obligation to reciprocate when in reality it makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. And it makes you hate yourself.

A hand cups your cheek and has you look up. “Detka what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?” All you can manage is to shake your head. You see as Nat's features soften, a hint of worry. “Please talk to me detka.”

It's not like this conversation is new to the two of you but it's something you struggle with. Something you wish you could change about yourself.

“M'sorry.” You mumble. Tears start to shine in your eyes.

“Sorry for what detka?” Nat asks you. She has an idea but she wants to hear more.

You take a shaky breath. “For being like this. For being selfish.”

Nat shakes her head at your words knowing exactly what you're talking about. “Detka you don't need to apologize for being who you are. You're my printsessa.” She kisses your forehead. “My pillow princess. I love you the way you are. You aren't selfish for that.”

Some tears slip down your cheek with a small shake of your head. “I'm not enough. I'm not good enough for you. I-I-I can't give you anything back. I hate myself for being like this. I'm broken.”

“You are not broken Y/n.” Nat wipes the falling tears with pads of her thumb. “I have everything I could ever want right here with you. I want you. I love you.”

“You could find better. Someone who will give you pleasure.” You mumble, your eyes looking down.

“Detka look at me.” You hesitate. “Look at me.” Nat repeats. You slowly look up, meeting piercing green eyes. “I just came from watching you come undone on my cock. That's my pleasure. Detka I get all the pleasure I could ever need from you. I get off just on seeing you get off. You are perfect for me. Made for me.”

You let her words sink in for a moment. “M'sorry I'm like this.”

Nat is the one shaking her head this time. “Detka I will spend my life reminding you. You are more than enough for me. You are my printsessa. I love you.” She leans in softly kissing you.

“I love you... and thank you.” You mumble against Nat's lips.

“Always detka.”

[lokichaoss]

In another universe they are together

[thewrittenpodcast]

Peter: What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet?

Yelena: knife to the throat

Bucky: gun to the back

Natasha: poison in his cup

Sam: you’re all horrible

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #15

They were never supposed to be real.

Danny wasn’t born; he was built—stitched together in a freezing underground HYDRA lab from the broken DNA strands of James Buchanan Barnes, chosen not for loyalty or legacy but for blood. Something about Winter’s cells held a resilience no other subject had survived, even after decades on ice and countless mental fractures. Danny was Subject 077—barely more than a theory made flesh. A prototype for a new line of enhanced operatives. Something that could endure everything and obey nothing but the cold voice of a handler.

Jazz was worse. She was art. Red Room engineering at its most elegant and most horrifying. A near-perfect clone of Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, born of Black Widow blood but grown under their sharp hands and sharper scalpel. Jazz had beauty, poise, intelligence. But she was also an apex predator molded in ballet and murder, just like her source. She had been created to be the final evolution of Widow. A sleeper. An infiltrator. A masterpiece in patience and destruction.

They were never supposed to meet.

But then Vlad happened.

Dr. Vladimirov Masterov—Vlad Masters—was a ghost in every way that mattered. Once KGB, always KGB. They said he’d died during a failed mission in Chernobyl. He hadn’t. He’d gone half-dead. Half-ghost. A twisted result of an experiment gone wrong, his molecules phasing just enough to slip between states. He’d taken the failure personally, refused to fade. Instead, he rose again in America, as Vlad Masters, eccentric billionaire and corporate ghoul. But behind every charity gala and mayoral campaign was a hunger to perfect the science that had torn him in half.

Vlad had overseen Jazz’s earliest combat assessments. He’d taught Danny how to fire a Glock at age six. His affection was obsessive. Paternal in that twisted, post-Soviet way that smelled like iron and vodka. “You’re my legacy, my little phantoms,” he’d murmur, his gloved hand stroking Danny’s hair, like petting a favorite lab rat. He loved them the way a butcher loves the knife.

Jack Fenton—Jakob Fentzen—was worse. A HYDRA scientist with a permanent manic grin and a knack for building machines that did things no machine should. Quantum destabilizers, molecular disruptors, spectral centrifuges—things that turned flesh to glass and time to mist. He’d been the one to isolate the Winter Soldier’s regenerative traits. He laughed through the process. He called Danny “Champ” while inserting tracking chips into his spinal cord. Danny screamed, once. Jack said it was music.

Maddie—Maja Vuković—was quieter. Colder. Her notes were written in blood and brilliance. She designed Jazz’s conditioning routines. Psychological torment dressed up as ballet recitals and etiquette dinners. Jazz learned to disassociate by age four. “You’re perfect,” She would say, brushing Jazz’s red-gold hair. “Natalia was the draft. You are the final copy.”

And then something went wrong.

It was supposed to be a routine exposure. Just a test of the ghost portal Vlad had constructed in the basement of the Fenton Works facility—a decaying front in the Midwest. But Danny fell in. Or was pushed. Or ran. The records blurred.

And then he came back…wrong.

Cells mutated. Energy readings off the charts. Intangibility. Invisibility. An ectoplasmic core that pulsed like a dying star. Not just an assassin now—an anomaly. A walking ghost. They called it a miracle. Vlad called it divinity. Jack wanted to vivisect him immediately.

Danny refused.

That was the mistake.

They underestimated the side effects of individuality. The ghost powers weren’t part of the program. And with them came emotion, conscience, defiance.

They tried to recondition him. Vlad struck him. Maddie drugged him. Jack built something with screaming blades.

Jazz broke protocol. She slit two guards’ throats with a dining knife and pulled Danny out of the operating room. He was barely conscious, bleeding green and crying. She whispered to him the way Natalia might have whispered to herself in a Red Room dormitory: “We go now. Or we die here.”

They went.

They ran.

For three years, the world forgot about the Fenton kids. Until they didn’t.

The Avengers found out during a HYDRA base raid in Belarus. Steve Rogers opened a data file and dropped it like it burned. Natasha Romanoff stared at Jazz’s image and fell silent for an hour. Bucky Barnes had to be sedated after reading Danny’s file.

“A clone?” Bucky rasped, restrained and shaking. “Of me?”

“HYDRA’s final Winter Soldier prototype,” Bruce murmured. “He’s a ghost. Literally. His molecular structure—”

“I don’t care about his molecules!” Bucky exploded. “He’s just a kid. My fucking kid!”

Steve looked pale. “They’re so young...”

“They’re us,” Natasha said quietly, staring at Jazz’s face on the screen. “Our blood. Our sins. Our ghosts.”

They scrambled, but the trail was cold. Danny and Jazz had buried themselves deep. They moved from safehouse to safehouse, mostly living like rats. Danny phased them through walls, hacked ATMs with his ghost energy. Jazz manipulated human behavior like a maestro. They didn’t speak much. They didn’t have to.

“You okay?” Danny would ask.

“No,” Jazz would say. “But you?”

“No.”

Still, they stayed alive.

Until they slipped up.

It was a gas station. A security camera. A moment of laughter—Danny made Jazz laugh, and her teeth showed. That smile ended everything.

Tony saw it first. “Is that the Fenton girl? She’s…smiling.”

Natasha was on her feet before the footage ended. “Get the quinjet.”

Steve was right behind her. “We find them. Now.”

When they did, it was ugly.

The Avengers cornered them in an abandoned church in Chicago. Danny nearly brought the roof down. Jazz went straight for Natasha’s throat.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Natasha pleaded, parrying the blade with bare hands.

“Then you’re already weak,” Jazz snarled.

Steve took a punch from Danny that shattered his ribs. Bucky didn’t fight. He just stood there, tears on his face.

“I know what they did to you,” he whispered.

“You don’t,” Danny hissed, half-ghost and glowing. “You don’t know what it’s like to be built to die.”

“I do.” Bucky stepped forward, arms open. “They made me too, and I remember every scream.”

Danny hesitated.

That was enough.

Jazz disarmed Natasha and froze.

“You look like my nightmares,” she whispered. “But quieter.”

“You look like a second chance,” Natasha said, and her voice broke.

That night, the church became a refugee camp.

Tony brought blankets. Bruce brought meds. Steve brought silence. Bucky and Natasha never left their sides.

“Don’t touch me,” Danny had growled at first.

“I won’t,” Bucky said. “I’ll just be here.”

Jazz refused food until Natasha force-fed her soup and whispered lullabies in Russian.

“You’ll kill me eventually,” Jazz muttered.

“No,” Natasha said, brushing her hair. “I’ll love you first.”

It wasn’t easy.

Danny screamed in his sleep, glowing and flailing. Once he phased into the floor and didn’t come back for three hours. Jazz stopped speaking for two weeks. She stared at walls. Cut herself just to feel.

Natasha stitched every wound.

Bucky sat beside Danny and read him books about World War II.

“You’re not him,” Danny said one day. “You’re not my father.”

“No,” Bucky agreed. “But I wish I’d been.”

Steve took them outside. Taught Jazz how to ride a bike. Let Danny fly circles around the compound.

But one day, Vlad showed up again.

He appeared in Danny’s room, phasing through the wall like smoke. “Come home, little badger.”

Danny shrieked and attacked. Vlad didn’t fight.

“I miss you,” he said, bleeding green from his mouth. “They won’t understand you like I do.”

“You’re not real,” Danny screamed. “You never were!”

Jazz shot him in the chest. He smiled.

“Perfect aim. I taught you well.”

He vanished.

After that, they didn’t sleep for a week.

One morning, Danny sat beside Bucky on the roof.

“Do you think I’ll ever be normal?”

“No,” Bucky said honestly. “Though you’ll be loved.”

Jazz, curled in Natasha’s lap, asked, “Was I always going to be a monster?”

“No,” Natasha whispered. “You were always going to be mine.”

They weren’t cured.

They were wreckage.

But they were surviving.

And for now, that was enough.

[drghostwrite]

Jealousy looks good on you

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: Natasha gets jealous and confronts reader, turns into something steamy.

TW: jealousy, some angst, smut(minors DNI)

******************************************************** Natasha stood on the balcony above the training room, she loved watching you train, the way your body moved with such grace and precision but enough intensity and power to kill. You were one of the best, an improved super soldier, smarter, faster, stronger and of course drop dead gorgeous compared to Steve and Bucky.

Natasha had fallen for you the day she met you, finally someone who understood her but that also had no problems putting her in her place, she loved how safe and comfortable you made her feel, you would step into a room and she could breathe again, you made her laugh like no one else, you could cook and had a great sense of style. Don’t even get her started on the bedroom, countless nights were spent tangled together under dark satin sheets.

most off all she loved your resilience, how you always fought and gave your best, how gentle you were considering what you had been through, she would watch as you helped trained recruits from the SHEILD academy.

that’s where she found herself today, watching you train, you were by yourself until one Maria Hill, assistant director of SHEILD, came in.

“Hey Y/N” she greeted with a smile and wave.

“Hey Maria, what’s going on?”

“not much just coming to get a session in… any chance you wanna help?” She motioned towards the sparring ring.

“I’d be happy to..” you walked over climbing through the ropes, you waited as she wrapped her hands and then climbed into the ring.

“Ready?” You asked.

“ready to show you who’s boss…” she teased. You didn’t know Nat was watching from above, she eyed you carefully as you sparred, she could feel her face and neck warming up, you usually only sparred with her due to not many being able to take you on other than the other two super soldiers.

You both went punch for punch until one move had you dodging and you tweaked your shoulder, “ah, dammit.” You said wincing as Maria got the upper hand brining you to your knees, once she realized you were in pain she let off but only to try and help you.

This made Natasha even more nervous seeing as Maria placed gentle hands over your shoulder, she quickly took off to go down to the training room.

“Nice one Hill.” You stood slightly taller than her and she looked at you.

“are you okay?” She asked concerned.

“I’m fine, I’ve seen worse.” You chuckled, hearing the doors slide open, a very worried and slightly frustrated Natasha bursting through the doors.

“Y/N, I swear if you hurt yourself.”

“Baby, I’m fine. It’s okay.” You stepped out of the ring, slight favoring the shoulder.

“Hey look just go get it checked out, I’m good by myself.” Maria assured.

“thanks, see ya later.” You nodded as Nat glared and grabbed your sweatshirt that was hanging over the ropes, walking next to you as you left. She basically drug you down to Dr. Cho who said that you had just strained the muscle too much but with your super soldier genetics you’d be healed by the end of the day.

“Natasha, baby relax I’m okay.” You said to a very frustrated Natasha as you walked into your shared floor in the Avengers tower, you had gone to take a shower and left a very frustrated Natasha standing in your kitchen. She didn’t say anything she just huffed again and walked towards your bedroom.

“Natasha,” you called following her, “Nat what’s wrong? I’m okay, no serious injuries.” You said entering the large bedroom behind her.

“I’m not upset, it’s fine.” She said in a hushed tone.

“baby I didn’t say you were upset, but the scoffing and silence shows me otherwise… what’s going on?” You felt her tense under your hand as you ran it along her lower back guiding her to turn towards you, gorgeous green eyes staring back into yours.

“you almost got hurt…” she whispered.

“but I’m okay…” you ran your hand up her side, fingers ghosting over her curves.

“you’re not gonna be in a minute.” She said meeting your lips with a bruising kiss. She pushed you back until you were against the wall, her hands exploring your body.

“mhm,” you chuckled, “not sure what’s gotten into you.”

“oh just shut up.” She said, pulling your shirt over your head revealing the black bra you had underneath, you bent down to kiss her but she wrapped a well manicured hand around your neck pushing your chin up for easy access, running her tongue along your neck. You let a small whine escape as you felt the knot growing in your core, whatever side of her this was you were very turned on by it. She placed kisses up your neck before one bruising kiss on your lips, her hand found its way into the pajama pants that you had on noticing you didn’t have panties on, she ran her fingers over your mound. You gasped into the kiss as she found your clit.

“oh god Nat.” You whined out.

“so wet for me baby.” She said in a sultry voice, pulling a moan from your lips. “Let’s get you out of these.” She said dropping your pants and guiding you to the bed, where she gently pushed you down and made you watch as she stripped herself.

You laid there taking in her gorgeous body from her red hair and toned features, the occasional scar that you loved to trace. When she was done she very slowly crawled up between your legs, hooded green eyes watching your every move.

“Natasha…” you said in a low sultry tone, the small rasp in your voice going right through her, exciting her core.

“detka, my love.” she whispered in between kisses, kisses that turned into small bites and nips, that she then placed gentle kisses over.

“I want everyone… to know… who you belong to.” She spoke into the softly lit room, leaving a mark on your neck that you would cover in the morning.

“dammmnittt…” she drew a hiss from your lips and you knew you were a dead woman.

“You’re mine… all mine… my beautiful love… my protector… my safe place… my person…” she said in between kisses, leaving emphasis on every “my” she spoke, hands ghosting over your curves.

“oh my God…” you said and she sat up to read your eyes.

“what my love?” she asked placing a kiss on your lips.

“your jealous… your jealous and it so hot.” You both laughed. “I like this side of you, jealousy us sexy on you.”

“oh is it?” She teased tracing her hands back up your body as she settled between your legs.

“baby…” before you could finish you threw your head back letting out a satisfied groan, Natasha finding your sweet spot with he mouth and using two fingers.

“oh my god, yesss baby, right there…” you had one hand in her fiery red hair as you watched her, she looked up at you while eating you out the eye contact driving you both mad, her arm pumping in and out as she watched your chest rise and fall, reaching up to run fingers over sensitive nipples.

“Nat, baby… I’m gonna…”

“cum for me baby.” she said letting out a low moan which rocked through your core, you felt the knot finally release as you came all over her fingers.

You were trying to calm your breathing down when she crawled back up your body, you laughed as she gave you a smile. “I give you full permission to be jealous more often.” she chuckled, moving to untangle from you but you stopped her wrapping your arms tighter around her naked body.

“nuh uh…”

“Y/N,” she gave a small laugh, “I think I got my point across.”

“mm,” you nodded, “and I can’t return the favor?” darkened green eyes looked up at you.

“come here lover…” you said pulling her up your body, until her knees were on either side of your head, wrapping your hands around her toned thighs and pulling her close to you.

“Y/N…” she whined letting out a low moan as her tension finally started to release. Between your tongue and your nose occasionally brushing over her clit she was in heaven and it was long before one low moan from you rocked through her core and she let out a gasp, gripping the headboard to steady herself.

she slid her body down pinning your hands above your head. “Natasha…” you leaned up to kiss her and she pulled one hand away putting a well manicured finger to your lips. You tried moving your hands but she kept them pinned.

“Baby please let me touch you.”

“hmm,” she chuckled, “I just want you to remember whose you are and that I’m the only woman who you’ll touch like that… unless you want to lose your hands.” She bent down to kiss you, and you intertwined one of your hands with hers fingers interlocking the other running along her shoulder down to her butt and then smoothly stopping on her lower back.

“Natasha Romanoff you are the only woman that I want to spend the rest of my life with, though I like this jealous sex…”

“mm, do you?” She softly said kissing your lips, crawling back down your body, feeling as she nipped at your thigh, you let out a whine.

[piamastea]

BLACKWIDOW :3

Anyways ohmygosh.. happy birthday widow!! :3

[trashywormeateroffics]

hits different (natasha romanoff x female reader)

the gif is not mine!

summary: in all the time you'd known natasha romanoff, there is one thing you knew for sure. there was no one like her. and if she were to leave, you'd never move on. a song fic. hits different by taylor swift. (angst and then fluff!!!)

a/n: send me asks if you so wish to. im accepting taylor swift songs paired with natasha, bucky or loki. <3

masterlist

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in all the time you had known natasha romanoff, the one and only thing you were sure of was that there was no one like her. and it wasn’t because of how beautiful she was, and she was goddamn breathtaking, it wasn’t because she was skilled in a way no person was, or because she seemed to always know everyone’s secrets; no, that wasn’t it, the public natasha, the one everyone knew, respected and feared. it could’ve been that version of her, because that natasha was amazing, but private nat, as you called her, was, simply, out of this world. 

it all started as every problem does, with someone’s devilish smile. and lord, does she have the most tempting smile ever. it was simple after that, you became close, best friends, until the friendly hugs became more… intimate. until the friendly cheek kisses became full on make out sessions. it was easy with natasha, everything flowed perfectly. she knew you, and despite the last thing she said to you, you knew her. 

i washed my hands of us at the club

you made a mess of me

i pictured you with other girls in love

then threw up on the street 

it was a monday when natasha romanoff decided that she no longer wanted you. she had been acting strange and distant and it all seemed to click for her when that morning you decided to bake her some cupcakes. it might have seem silly to someone else, but that was your way of telling her that you loved her, given that your first kiss had been while baking some cupcakes for steve’s birthday last year. this time though, it was her birthday. 

she had been training with bucky in the compound's gym and she entered the kitchen sweaty with a reddened face. 

“nat!” you called her as you pulled the sweet goods out of the oven and glanced at her over your shoulder. 

“hey…” she looked around, almost as if looking for an escape. but you were too naive, too stupid to realize it, so you kept going. 

“happy birthday!” you turned around with the tray in your hands. her eyes fell on the cupcakes and for the first time since you knew her, you wished she wouldn't even direct her gaze at you. the look on her face made your stomach twist. the realization that crossed her features at your gesture, the furrow of her brows as she took it in, and, finally, the disgust at the thought of loving you too. in the two seconds all of this passed, you kept smiling like an idiot, hoping, hoping, hoping. 

“y/n,” she simply said and your smile fell immediately. 

“yeah…?” 

���what is this?” 

“cupcakes?” you said, more a question than a statement. almost as if you weren't sure. she took in a sharp breath through her nose, still looking at you. “i wanted to do something nice for you, and i know you don't particularly care about birthdays but i thought-” 

“no.” she cut your rambling off, shaking her head. “this is- this is not just cupcakes. and you know that.” you frowned. 

“then what is it?” 

“its-” 

“what?” you asked again, defensively. she was hurting you. she ignored you and distanced herself from you, and then she ruined your nice gesture with more distance. “what is it natasha?” 

she looked taken aback by your use of her full name, being used to you calling her a soft nickname. then she composed herself, looking at you coldly. 

“you can't do this.” she told you. 

“do what?” 

“don't play dumb.” she clenched her jaw. “you can't pretend that everything is fine. you know how i've been acting, you know i've been trying-”

 “you wanna break up with me?” you asked her, unwavering, putting up a strong front. she swallowed. 

“yes.” she admitted. 

“why?” natasha sighed, frustration lacing her sigh, almost as if she couldn't tell she was breaking your heart in a million pieces right then and there. 

“i can't- i never meant for it to get this far.” 

“you didn't mean to what? to lead me on?” you asked her but her gaze was on the ground. “look at me and answer the question!” you raised your voice. 

“yes!” she widened her eyes at her admission, surprised by her tone. natasha ran her hand over her reddened face. “yes.” she said softly. “yes… i didnt mean for it to get this far. i didn't mean for you to…” 

you nodded rapidly, repeatedly, almost mockingly. then you let out an incredulous laugh. 

“you didn't mean for me…?” you trailed off, waiting for her to finish her statement. 

“for you to make me cupcakes! for you to… to…” she didn't finish her sentence. for you to fall in love with me. 

“you didn't mean for that to happen? then why did you let it?” she didn't answer. “why?!” 

“you are hard to push away.” she might as well have grabbed a knife and stabbed you with it, to proceed then to twist it, repeatedly. the air was knocked out of you. what could you say to that? all those months you thought you were living a real life love story, a story worth telling the world, she was trying to get out of it but couldn't find a way to do so. that broke your heart. and it made you feel so stupid, it was blinding how embarrassing it was. defeated, you frowned and took a good, long look at her, pretending that was the last time you were going to see her. and truthfully, it was. that was the last time you were going to see nat, your love. so that's why you did the next thing. 

they say that if it's right, you know

“fine.” you dropped the tray and walked away quickly as the sound of the metal hitting the marbled floor resounded all the way to the end of the hallway. 

each bar plays our song

nothing has ever felt so wrong

she's everywhere. she haunts your dreams, and when you're awake, she haunts every place in the compound. she's not there physically– she has been avoiding you ever since she broke your heart– but her perfume, her laugh, her presence, they're all there. you're sick of it, sick of her memory, sick of your shattered heart. which is why you call her. 

oh my, love is a lie

shit my friends say to get me by

it hits different

it hits different this time

“i can't believe it, i'm gonna kill her.” wanda tells you when you finish your story. she is sitting next to you on a booth in a beautiful bar, far away from the compound. if only you would be able to appreciate the beauty. 

“you don't have to, wands. it's fine.” 

“oh yeah, it's so fine that you asked me to go to a bar! miss introvert!” she scoffs. “what an asshole. i'm going to knock some sense into her.” you fidget with the straw of your drink. 

“there is no sense to be knocked into her. it's simple. she doesn't love me back.” even though you say it nonchalantly, it suddenly feels like someone very heavy is sitting on your chest. your eyes begin to gather some tears, but you blink them away. wanda notices. of course she does. 

“hey. lets go dance. fuck her.” you nod and she grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor. before you leave the table, you grab your drink, feeling like you're gonna need it. 

...

“wanda! look!” you do a weird dance move and the redhead laughs, doing one herself. it's been a while since she dragged you to the dance floor, and you've had more than a couple of drinks, so you're, to put it elegantly, hammered. 

“i'm going to get another beer!” she yells over the music, and you nod, not paying much attention. you're having too much fun, dancing weirdly and forgetting your pain. 

not a lot of time passes when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn around, expecting to find wanda, but instead, there is a woman. a beautiful woman. 

“hey there.” she's looking at you amused, and for a second you think she's going to laugh at your dancing. “i've been watching you and your friend for a while. you seem to be having a lot of fun. mind if i join you?” 

oh. oh. well, hell yeah. 

she laughs and you realize you just said the last part out loud. you scrunch up your nose. 

“sorry, had too much to drink. i'm not going to have a filter now.” she tilts her head back as she laughs, and you notice she has dimples. “pretty smile.” you tell her as you point at her. “sorry.” 

“don't worry.” she puts her hand on your arm. “thank you. so, are we going to dance?” 

“yeah!” you nod enthusiastically and begin moving again, swaying your body from one side to the other. 

you're taken aback when she puts her hands on your hips and draws herself closer. maybe this is exactly what you need. so you hook your arms around her neck and begin dancing more suggestively. she smirks and pulls you even closer, your breaths mingling. she smells like vanilla and you close your eyes, preparing yourself. then, she kisses you. 

her mouth is on yours, and she smells like vanilla and tastes like cherries and she's beautiful and seems kind… 

but she's not nat.

you stop moving your mouth and she pulls away frowning. god, you miss her. 

you don't realize until a few moments later that she's saying something. 

“are you okay?” 

“what?” and that's when you feel them. hot tears are streaming down your face. she looks worried, but also uncomfortable. poor woman, she wasn't expecting to be a therapist today. “sorry. i'm so so sorry.” 

“hey, its okay. what happened?” 

“i broke up with my girlfriend last week.” you chuckle bitterly through your tears. “she broke up with me.” understanding crosses her features. “i'm sorry.” you repeat again, sniffling.

“i'm going to go get your friend, okay?” 

you nod and suddenly, the world is spinning. you didn't realize how drunk you were. she puts her hands on your waist to stabilize you and you let out a sob. this is such a mess. you're so embarrassed. and you miss nat. you just want to go home and crawl into her bed and let her kiss away all your tears and hug away your pain. but you can't. because she doesn't love you.

“i'll be right back.” and then she's gone. you look at her as she walks away, still crying. 

it isn't long before wanda is by your side, with the woman still there. you're surprised she hasn't run away yet. 

“babe! are you okay?” you shake your head, and she wipes your tears with her thumbs. “thank you, i'll take it from here.” she tells the woman, whose name you don't know. 

“what's your name?” you ask her, sniffling. 

“violet.” she smiles, pity dripping from her expression. 

“thank you, violet. and i'm sorry. you're so beautiful, i'm just-” 

“i know. it's alright.” she tells you. “and for the record, she's an idiot. you're the most breathtaking woman i've ever seen.” you purse your lips and look down, embarrassed. 

“thank you,” you mumble. 

“see you around.” and then, she's gone. 

“let's go get a cab.” wanda tells you, putting her arm around your waist so you don't fall. she doesn't seem drunk, unlike you. but, to be fair, you didn't really pay a lot of attention to how much she drank.

“yeah.” you nod. 

and i never don't cry (no, i never don't cry) at the bar

yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious)

i slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car

i stopped receiving invitations

you walk out of the bar and get into a cab. you're still crying, silently. and you're tired. and you're starting to get angry. so you grab your phone. the line stops ringing, and you know she can hear you breathe. 

“idiot.” you tell her. she doesn't answer. she doesn't hang up either. 

“y/n, put down the phone.” wanda tells you once she realizes what you're doing. but you get away from her. 

“you're an idiot, you know that natasha? that's what violet thinks. i'm breathtaking apparently.” you sniffle. “but you couldn't see that. i deserve more than that, more than you.” 

“y/n,” she says sternly. “where are you?”

“what do you care?” 

“i'll come pick you up, just give me the address-”

“i'm in a cab with wanda. and no, you can't pick me up.” you hiccup. your friend looks at you. “god, natasha. youre so… so…” wanda shakes her head. you look down at your hands.

“so what?” she asks you in a low voice, almost as if expecting the worst thing to come out of your mouth. 

“i'm sorry.” you blurt out. “i'm sorry i'm so hard to push away.” 

“y/n-”

“and im sorry i fell in love with you.” she falls silent. you sob silently. “goodbye.” and you hang up. 

“i don't know what im gonna do without her.” you tell wanda. 

“you'll be okay, y/n. you'll find someone wonderful who can give you what you deserve.” 

“yeah…” you wipe your tears with your hand and look out the window. you don't tell wanda that you don't want to find anyone else, that if it's not natasha, then it's you, alone. 

movin' on was always easy for me to do

it hits different

it hits different 'cause it's you

the next morning, you wake up with a splitting headache and you moan and grunt and thrash around your bed. after complaining for a bit, your mind is filled with images of last night. wanda and you talking, dancing. violet. violet dancing with you, then… kissing you. crying. calling natasha. wait. calling natasha? oh no. 

“fuck. me.” 

slowly, painstakingly slowly, you get out of bed, put on your socks, and head to the compound's kitchen. 

when you reach it, you don't expect to find wanda and natasha sitting there, but you do. 

as soon as you enter, wanda looks at natasha pointedly, then at you, and then leaves without a word. 

you nod at natasha as a greeting and go to open the fridge, but she's quick and blocks the door. you blink at her. you weren't expecting to find her there, and you were not, in a million years, expecting her to give you the time of day. 

“we need to talk.” you sigh. there's a few inches between you two but you can still smell her perfume. and it's killing you.

“if it's about the call, i'm sorry, okay? forget about it. just- pretend it didn't happen.” she looks at you. 

“i can't.” you take a deep breath. 

“i don't know what else to say. i'm sorry.” 

“could you stop saying sorry for a second?” she snaps. you frown. “i'm sorry, y/n. i am.” 

“for what, nat?” you sigh. “it's not your fault you don't love me.” 

“that's the thing.” she runs her hands over her face.

“what is?” 

“i do love you, y/n.” the world stops for a few seconds, but then you clench your jaw and shake your head. 

“is this because of violet?” she looks away. “you're jealous i'm trying to move on and so you manipulate me?”

“no, it's not like that.” you scoff. 

“please.”

“okay.” she nods. “i'm not going to pretend i care for you kissing another woman. i dont. i wanted to go over there and punch her.” against your will, butterflies swarm your stomach at her admission. “but- but that's not it.” 

“then what is it?”

“i realized- i've known i love you for a long time, y/n. but i'm- i'm no good for you.” you frown. 

“what?”

“you deserve more than someone who freaks out because you told them you love them. you deserve-”

“let me stop you right there.” you cut her off. she blinks, looking at you scared. but you give her a soft, small smile. “you love me?” 

“yes. so much.” 

“but you freaked out because you think you don't deserve me.”

“yes.” 

“and you lied to me. you told me you didn't feel the same.” she looks guilty. 

“yes, but-”

“no, no. let me finish.” you take a deep breath. “violet was right.” she clenches her jaw at the mention of her name. “you are an idiot.” she frowns. 

“um-”

“you're an idiot, natasha romanoff. but i can't live without you. and i don't ever want to.” her eyes soften, and fill with hope. 

“you're saying that you- that you forgive me?” 

“you really hurt me nat. but i should've known you'd do something like that. you're not the best at this feelings stuff.” she smiles sheepishly. 

“i'm not. but i want to be, for you.” 

“i know. and i trust you'll be. after all, you did just admit that you love me.” 

“yeah,” she chuckles, “it just took me breaking your heart.” you tilt your head. even though she's joking, you know there's guilt there. 

“hey,” you caress her cheek. “its okay.” she's looking at the floor now. “baby. it's okay, i promise.” 

“i'm really sorry. i promise you, i'll never do something like that ever again.” 

“i know,” you whisper, “now, are you going to kiss me or what?” she laughs and it twists your stomach into knots. god, you missed her. 

she grabs your face between her hands and puts her mouth on yours. the kiss begins soft, but after a bit it becomes desperate. 

“i missed you so much.” she says when she pulls away for air. then, she's back attacking your mouth.

“i love you.” you tell her, and you kiss her again, and again. 

“i love you too.” 

yeah, there was no one like her. 

[msmk11]

A Way to Relax

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

WC: 1k

CW: Literally just fluff and a few sexual references

Summary: When Natasha returns from a mission, you want to help her relax (get your head out of the gutter, it's not in that way)

Part 3 of mk’s mad dash

Your wife’s job is unpredictable- completely random operation hours, coming home late and waking up before the sun, and a constant smattering of mysterious bumps, bruises, and cuts scattered across her skin. Though its unpredictably is certainly not one of its perks, you both know how important Natasha’s job is, so you make the necessary sacrifices. You two also put in the extra effort to maintain the spark in your relationship despite her work.

While Nat can be gone for days at a time, other times she’s home for many weeks uninterrupted. Your wife absolutely takes advantage of this time to completely and utterly spoil you with gifts, nights out on the town, and lots of cuddling, kisses, and sex. In Natasha’s absence, you demonstrate your love in little ways like carrying the weight of the household chores or sending cute good morning and goodnight texts. But your favorite way to spoil Nat is with extra special treatment anytime she returns from missions. Undoubtedly, she is always tired and beat up when she returns home, a little worse for the wear than when you’d have last seen her. 

Tonight is one of those nights, Natasha finally coming home after being gone on a mission for two weeks. She’ll be home late enough that there’s no point in making her dinner, but not too late for the little treat you have planned for her. You’ve found a home on your big, gray couch in the living room, already dressed in one of Nat’s t-shirts and your pj shorts for bed. One of your favorite movies is playing in the background while you anxiously await your wife’s arrival. You’ve missed her desperately, and you can’t wait to hug her, hold her, and kiss her. 

The jingle of keys in your door goes unnoticed with the tv drowning it out, but you certainly don’t miss the squeak of the door and the heavy footfalls of your wife. 

“Ditya, I’m home,” your wife’s raspy voice calls out. 

You nearly squeal as you launch yourself off the couch and run down the hall to your front door. When Natasha sees you she drops her bag and spreads her arms. You jump into her embrace, wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist. She barely stumbles despite your momentum and grips your thighs tightly. 

“I’ve missed you so much baby,” you mumble into her neck. Then, you place a tender kiss there. 

She eases your face out of her neck, looking at you with so much tenderness, “there’s my milaya devushka.”

You blush rather prettily and place a tender kiss on your wife’s soft, sweet lips. You’re so happy to have her lips slotted against your own again and her flowery perfume invading your senses.

You hum contentedly and reach up to cup Natasha’s cheek, “Missed my beautiful wife,” you mumble against her skin.

She shivers, “don’t think I’ll ever get used to you calling me your wife.”

You pull away and smirk at her, “You better, cause you're stuck with me.”

The redhead rolls her eyes playfully, “shame.”

You finally hop down from her grasp and she whines a little at the loss of your touch, “While I’d love to hear about your mission, I need you to get comfy- shower, put on your pjs, whatever. I have a surprise for you.”

She cocks her eyebrow at you and smirks, “Oh really? Why didn’t you say something sooner, Ditya?”

You shrug your shoulders sheepishly, “too excited I guess.”

Natasha crinkles her nose at you, “you’re too cute.”

You huff, feigning annoyance, and put your hands on your hips, “Now off you go, I want to give you your surprise.”

She mockingly salutes you and then gives you a wink, trudging up the stairs with her luggage. 

*****

A little while later Natasha comes out of your shared bathroom clad in her black pj set, wet hair brushed back out of her face. You scramble up from your side of the bed where you were laying, scrolling on your phone. 

“Ready for your surprise, baby?”

She crawls onto the bed on her hands and knees, making her way to you. She places the softest kiss on the tip of your nose, “ready, Ditya.”

“Okay, lie down on your stomach facing the end of the bed!”

She gives you a slightly perplexed look but obliges. She rests her chin on her hands, and peeks back over her shoulder, “What’re you up to?”

“Just, turn your head back around,” you huff exasperatedly, “and spread your arms out too.”

Under your breath you mumble, “so nosy.”

“Heard that, love,” she says with a quiet laugh. 

You ignore Natasha and instead climb over her, straddling her waist with your knees on either side of her.

“Baby,” she rasps, “If this is what I knew you wanted to get up to, I would’ve showered a lot quicker.”

You slap the side of her ass gently, “Get your head out of the gutter, Tasha. That’s not what this is.”

“Can’t help it when there’s a pretty girl on top of me,” she teases.

If you weren’t so determined to give her this surprise, you probably would’ve succumbed to her charms right then and there. 

Your slightly cold hands slide under her satin tank top and push it up, revealing her bare back to you. Slowly, you place pressure on her lower back, kneading soft circles into her skin. Your wife lets out a quiet breathy moan, one nearly as pretty as the ones she lets out the other times you’re on top of her. 

You work your way up her back, taking longer on particular spots where you feel a tight knot rippling under your touch. The longer you massage her, the more Natasha begins to relax, nearly sinking into the soft mattress beneath her. 

“Feels so good, milaya devushka.”

“Good, baby, I’m glad,” you tell her softly, placing a kiss right in between her shoulder blades.

“Could fall asleep right now,” she mumbles.

“Go ahead, Nat. You deserve to relax.”

[fandomismylife]

You know what I think would be really fucking funny?

If Natasha had no fucking concept of money.

She can do almost anything, but pick out a cheap shirt? She will pick a 60 dollar shirt.

Get an expensive designer bag? She will pick a 20 dollar bag from target.

Little bonus

Natasha: *picks up bag* this is cute.

Peter: Natasha that’s $1,000.

Natasha: yeah. That’s cheap right?

Peter: *dies in poor kid*

Clint, recording: *dies in this is fucking hilarious*

Edit: I wrote this not even thinking about it. I realize how unrealistic and ignorant it is now. But I still think it is very funny.

[noneedtoheedtheweed]

So I saw Thunderbolts today and couldn't get the idea out of my mind for a Time Travel Fix It au where the Thunderbolts go back in time to Avengers 2012 >

I don't have time to finish this now, but I wanted to get the idea down while it was fresh so here ya go

[scarlethexelove]

Hiiiiii Growing A Family was so soooo good!!! You’re such a great writer!!

Any chance we’ll get a part two in which Reader finds out she’s pregnant and how Natasha takes care of her throughout the pregnancy please please pleaseeeeeeee🥹🥹🥹

And Then There Were Five

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2721

Warnings: Cute and fluffy, Smut, Natasha has a Penis, Pregnant sex, Hint of breeding, Beefy!Nat (She is a warning in herself), Mama Nat, P in V, Horny reader, I think that is it.

Pt 1, Pt 3, Pt 4

A/n: I loved writing this one. Starts all nice and cute and then some smut at the end. Though I wasn't expecting it to get this long

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

“Mommy?” You can hear your daughter's voice making you turn around to her. “Aww sweetheart don’t you look adorable.” You beam at the 4 year old. She adorns a t-shirt that has ‘Best Big Sister’ written across the front. She giggles and runs up to you, giving you grabby hands as you pick her up and put her on your hip. You tickle her stomach making her giggle and squirm in your hold which only causes you to laugh. “Mommy stop it.” You smile. “Alright, alright.” You laugh. 

Just then you can hear the front door being opened. You put your daughter down and bend over to her height. “You remember what to do baby girl?” She nods her head quickly before running off. You stand up fully once again and start to busy yourself as you hear keys jingling, which signals you that your wife is growing near. 

You have your back turned to Nat as she enters the kitchen. Strong arms wrap around your waist as a body presses against yours. “Hi detka.” Nat mumbles as she kisses your shoulder. You can’t help the loving smile that spreads across your face. “Hi Natty.” You turn around in her hold giving her a peck on the lips. She smiles when you pull back and look into her eyes. She pulls you impossibly close to her. “How was your day?” You ask Nat. “It was good but I missed my girls.” Nat looks around for a moment. “Speaking of girls, where's Lizzie?” You give her a soft smile. “She’s in her room playing.” You lie to your wife as you see her little head popping out from the corner. 

Nat had noticed the present on the counter when she entered the room. Her eyes fell back to it. “What’s with the gift detka? Did I forget about a party?” You shake your head. “No sweetheart. It’s for you.” You smile. “Me? Did I forget our anniversary?” You can see the look of panic cross her face. Your hands move to cup her cheeks. “No Natty you didn’t forget anything. I just wanted to give you something special.” You let her face go as you see the relief wash over her. “Open it.” You usher her towards the box. Her arms drop from around you as she moves towards the box. Nat reaches out for the box and gently removes the bow. Your eyes twinkle with excitement as you watch your wife slowly open the gift. 

Pulling off the lid slowly you watch Nat’s face grow curious as she spots the shirt in the box. Written on the front says ‘Best Mama Ever’. You can hear little feet running towards you. “Mama! Mama! Mama!” Nat’s head quickly snaps towards your daughter. Running at her happily. Nat doesn’t even notice what her shirt says at first as she picks up Elizabeth and places her on her hip, but as she straightens out her shirt she reads it out loud. “Best big sister.” As she reads that you pull the pregnancy test out of your pants pocket holding it up. Her head snaps towards you and her eyes land on the clearly positive pregnancy test. Excitement takes over. “You’re pregnant?” You nod as tears come to your eyes. Words escape you as Nat takes her free arm and wraps you in a hug, squishing your Lizzie in between the both of you. “We’re going to have a baby!” Nat’s excitement is evident. 

You feel as little arms push at you. “Mama, Mommy squishing me.” You both laugh as Nat pulls away. Nat’s hand cups your cheek and you lightly nuzzle into her hand. Her thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away the happy tears that have fallen. She leans in kissing you deeply, pouring all the love she has for you in this one kiss. Her dreams of growing a family with you finally coming to forwishen. 

Nat has been absolutely amazing so far, being the most attentive wife as your pregnancy progresses. No matter what craving you are having or what time of day it is she will always get it. No matter how weird or hard it is to find she has gotten you everything you have ever wanted or needed. Even often at night before bed she lays with her head on your belly talking about anything and everything. 

Today is a day that you drop Elizabeth off the preschool and you decide to join Nat at the compound as she helps train new shield recruits. It’s a way you can catch up with the Avengers and you get to watch your wife workout which is always a win. 

You're standing off to the side gazing out among the many people, your hand placed on the side of your swollen stomach. You hadn’t noticed anyone had joined you until you felt your shoulder being nudged. As you look to your side you spot a familiar smiling face. “Wanda.” Wanda gives you a side hug with a big smile. “Hey Y/n/n. May I?” She gestures down to your stomach. You nod and chuckle. She gently places her hand on your stomach. “Wow, growing so fast.” You can’t help but chuckle at her words. “Yeah they are.” Wanda’s eyes shoot to yours as she catches onto your words. “They?” You break out into a wide smile. “Twins.” Wanda can’t help but pull you into an awkward hug with your belly in the way. “Oh my god I’m so excited for you. I bet Nat was ecstatic.” You hug Wanda back. “She is absolutely thrilled and so am I. Lizzie keeps asking when the babies will be here.” You can’t help but smile as Wanda pulls back, keeping her hands on your shoulders. “You two deserve all the happiness. If you ever need a babysitter for the cuties you know who to call.” You tilt your head a little. “The Ghostbusters.” Wanda gasps and playfully slaps your arm. “No silly. I need me some baby time.” You laugh and nod. “You’ll be the first person I call.” 

The two of you go back to a comfortable silence. You look back out into the gym scanning the room for your wife. When you spot her she is sparring with a recruit. Even from afar you can see how her body glistens with sweat. Her hair is put back in a french braid as she wears just a sports bra and some sweatpants. You subconsciously bite your lip as your eyes rake over her body. How her abs shine in the light; how you can see the outline of her bulge when she moves just right. Your underwear is becoming damp the longer you stare at her. All you want to do is rip all her clothes off and take her right there in the middle of the gym, not even caring who sees. 

You are so spaced out that you don’t notice Wanda trying to get your attention. She shakes you a little, snapping you back to reality. “Huh, what?” You turn to look at Wanda, her eyebrow raised in suspicion. “What’s got you so distracted?” Your eyes flick to Nat before flicking back to Wanda. She had a knowing glint in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. You can’t help as your cheeks heat up slightly. “Fuck, the pregnancy has made me so horny. Anything that Nat does has me wanting her more.” You turn to look back at your wife. “Look at her she is so fuckign hot Wanda, I can’t.” You groan. “Y/n I do not look at your wife like that.” She chuckles. “I give you full permission to look at her right now.” Wanda turns to look at Nat. “She does look pretty hot.” You can’t help but let out another groan. “I know right.” 

Nat slams the recruit into the ground as you watch on. You can see her pause for a second as a smile spreads across her face. You watch a little perplexed by the sudden change. She helps the recruit off the ground and says something to them before she starts making her way over to you and Wanda. It doesn’t take her long to reach you. “Hi detka, hi Wanda.” Nat greets you both. “Detka are you feeling a little needy?” Heat rises to your cheeks as your mouth hangs open in shock. Wanda laughs which makes you look over to her. You watch as the swirling red dissipates from her eyes. “You’re welcome.” Wanda laughs as she turns to walk away. “I love you but I hate you at the same time.” You call after her. She just laughs and waves her arms at you. “See you two later.” 

Hands grip your waist and bring you back to Nat who now stands closer to you looking down at you with a smirk. “You know all you have to do is ask baby girl.” Your mouth opens and closes a few times looking up to your wife. “You’re working baby. I-I didn’t want to disrupt you.” Nat shakes her head. “You’re my priority. Anyways I’m done now anyways.” Nat lifts you into her strong arms, you squeak as you cling onto her. She doesn’t care who is looking as she carries you out of the gym. 

“Where are you taking me?” You question Nat. “I still have a room here at the compound so I’m taking my beautiful wife to that bedroom and fucking her full of my cum. We still have a few hours before we have to pick up Lizzie from preschool.” Nat gives you a lopsided grin and you can’t help but let out a small moan at her words. Your wetness is already seeping through your pants. Hearing your moan and feeling how your wetness is seeping through Nat hastily makes her way into her old bedroom. 

As the door shuts behind you Nat locks the door and sets you down. Nat’s lips quickly press against yours. A hungry need for you takes her over as she quickly strips your clothes off your body. She only pulls away long enough to pull your shirt over your head. “Fuck I love you so much.” Nat mumbles against your lips. She starts kicking off her sweatpants and boxers. Her cock springing out, and her hands finding their place gripping your hips tightly. “I love you too.” You mumble back. Nat starts to walk the both of you towards the bed. 

Once you reach the bed Nat pulls away before climbing on the bed. She pulls you into her lap and you can feel her cock rubbing through your soaked folds. She rocks her hips a bit letting your wetness spread across her throbbing cock. Both of you moan at the feeling as her tip nudges against your clit. “Please Natty. I need you.” Your whine is needy but you don’t care all you want is to feel her, have her stretching you out. 

Nat’s hand moves down to her cock and you raise your hips. She lines her cock up with your dripping hole. As you feel it press against you you slowly start to lower yourself down. Impaling yourself on your wifes cock. Your walls stretch to accommodate your wife's size. As you're sinking down Nat’s hands go back to your hips and she lays back a bit onto the pillows. Your hips finally meeting hers as her cock fills you to the brim. Nat groans as your warm wet walls hug her cock. She can’t help but grind her hips up slightly. 

You start to raise up before lowering yourself back down. Starting to slowly bounce yourself on Nat’s cock. With her grip on your hips she helps you bounce on her. Your moans grow louder the longer you bounce. You can’t get enough of your wifes cock filling your tight little hole. “So good.” You slur your words as you grow fuzzy. 

Nat is enamored as she watches your breast bounce. “Fuck you look so beautiful. God these fucking tits.” Nat lets her hands drift up your body, both hands taking one of your breasts into them as she squeezes. Your head falls back and as your mouth opens in a silent moan. “Maybe I’ll keep breeding your perfect pussy hmm. Keep you pregnant and needy for me all the time. You’re just so beautiful carrying my babies.” You nod your head. “Please.” 

As you bounce and both of your orgasms grow the longer you go. Nat sits herself up moving to wrap her arms around her waist. Your belly slightly in the way of her getting as close to you but still loving the closeness. She plants her feet on the bed and starts to thrust up into you. This elicits a loud moan from the back of your throat which just spurs Nat on more. Her thrust are faster and harder as she pulls you down on her. She watches your face as it contorts in pleasure. 

Nat’s hips continue to drive into you and your moans become whiny the closer you grow to your orgasm. Your walls desperately sucking her further in as she pounds up into you. Nat moves her lips, starting to nip and suck at the skin of your neck. She leaves dark purple marks in her wake. The more desperate you are to cum the more desperate Nat becomes wanting to see you fall apart. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight Malyshka. I bet you want to cum all over my cock. Want me to fill up your needy little hole?” Nat mumbles against your skin. You moan and nod your head. “Please Natty need you so bad.” Your walls clamp tighter around her length as she thrust up into you. You can feel as her thrust become sloppier. She is getting close to the edge just the same as you are. 

You grind your hips as she pulls you onto her cock so desperate for her to finish with you. You're teetering on the edge as your walls clamp around her tightly. Your head falls forward and you do your best to nuzzle into her neck. Slightly whining when you can only get so closer with your belly in the way. “P-Please.” You whimper. Nat smiles. “Cum.” She says in a sultry voice. That’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge. You cum hard,  your walls spasming around her length as you coat her cock in your juices. You bite her shoulder muffling your moans as she continues to drive her hips up. 

Feeling your walls spasm around her and grip her cock tightly has Nat falling over the edge right after you. She holds you tightly against her as her cock twitches inside of you. Thick ropes of cum painting your walls white. She desperately ruts up into you prolonging both of your orgasms. “So fucking good.” Nat pants against the skin of your shoulder. You hum an agreement with your wife as you slump into her. Her thrust comes to a stop as she holds your grounding you and just letting you feel her. Letting you feel so full of her. 

You both calm down as your breathing goes back to normal. Holding onto one another in a closeness that you always crave. Nat’s cock still buried deep inside you and it doesn’t take long for you to start feeling needy again. Just the feeling of her cock in you has your brain becoming even more fuzzy. You grind your hips and you can feel Nat hardening again inside of you causing her to groan.

Nat looks at the clock and sees that you still have time before you have to pick up your daughter. So she flips your bodies, laying you down on the bed as she looms over you. Slowly starting to thrust into you again. “Let me take care of you detka.” 

So that is what Nat does through your whole pregnancy. She takes care of you and even after the twins are born she is there by your side. Sticking by you and being the best Mama to your little girl and now to your little twin boys. You couldn’t ask for a better wife or mother to your children.

[lokichaoss]

We were ROBBED BLIND of WinterWidow

[thewrittenpodcast]

How i imagine Avengers family game night goes:

Peter: pay me my money

Sam: nnnnno

Nat: don't worry I have a gun

Peter: You have a gun??

Bucky: I have one too

Steve: NO

Steve: NO GUNS

[ashdreams2023]

Natasha saving her friend who is an avenger from HYDRA and helping them with with recovery and trusting their friends (her and other avengers) again?

Natasha x friend reader

Recovery

Natasha had many near death experiences that left her thanking whatever god that was real, but saving you was the hardest thing she had to do, not physically but emotionally, the white sound blocking the alarms in the building, the red lights that flashed in her face and state of your weak body in the cell she found in.

It took everything in her to stop herself from barging into your hospital room when you did a full physical for make sure you’re not damaged.

She cried in the bathroom after the first time she had a proper conversation with you after you were allowed visitors.

You seemed shaken and distant.

"Want to go for a walk? The park isn’t busy this time of day"

You shook your head and gripped your blanket tighter "No thanks…I’ll rather stay in"

Natasha didn’t lose hope though, she didn’t to bring the old you back and it starts the day you get out the hospital.

She moved you into the compound and took all your important belongings from your apartment and placed them in a big room Tony had prepared.

The other avengers filled a side of your room with thoughtful presents and flowers, they ate your family dishes at meal time and Natasha took the liberty to get you out of bed to the front garden and race with you, get your energy back.

You still flinched at any loud sounds but a pair of headphones and an apology from thor was enough to make it better.

Natasha asked bucky for help, knowing he knows most than anyone how hard it is to come out back in society as a decent member.

"Do you feel like going for a walk today?" She asked again but this time you met her with a soft smile and grabbed your jacket.

Natasha kept close, a part of her anxious for your mental strength but for the most part she felt at ease, you could meet people’s eyes again and didn’t flinch as much when people pumped into you accidentally.

Her favorite part was knowing you wanted your guns back, you wanted to go back into your regular routine.

"I miss shooting targets while you beat someone up in the first floor of the building" you laughed.

She smiled pumping her shoulder to yours "I miss it too, welcome back"