#natasha romanoff prompts

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mama spider prompts :) -> Peter and Natasha playing hide and seek in an art museum.

-> Peter is allergic to cats and Natasha is a cat person.

-> Natasha learning how to play a certain video game just so they can play with Peter

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Kinktober Masterlist 2024

Welcome to Kinktober everyone! This is the list and descriptions of all the Halloween fics I have managed to write involving either Wanda, Nat and, in some chapters, even both of them :)

All chapters include 18+ smut and something relating to the spooky season so I hope you all enjoy.

Happy Halloween everyone! <3

 All of these fics contain 18+ smut (so MDNI) and all have specific warnings/tags at the start of each so please read these carefully before reading. Some of these one shots contain dark themes so please consider the warnings/tags specified. 

1) Madness -Admiring your girlfriend tied up, blindfolded and waiting eagerly for you to play with the new nipple clamps adorning her body, has only one thing filling your mind: how to drive her mad with your touch, how to engrave the feeling of your tantalising lips, teasing fingers and torturous tongue in her mind for weeks. (Dom Reader X Sub Wanda)

Madness G!P Reader Version

2) Pumpkin Carving: Carving a pumpkin with your girlfriend was supposed to be a fun and easy task, well, that was until you got distracted by the sight of her toned arms and her seductive hands, unable to stop your thoughts from remembering how her fingers felt deep inside you. (Dom Natasha X Sub Reader) 

3) Trick Or Treat: Knocking on your neighbours door, you were hoping to receive a ‘treat’ from the older woman before her husband and children came back from their trick or treating trip. (Milf Wanda X Reader) 

4) What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie?: Whilst on the phone to your girlfriend, the conversation starts off innocently with favourite horror films before escalating down a more sinful path. You tell her how you wish she could be here with you, unaware of the small camera she had hidden in your room, watching as she guides you slide your hands under your panties. (Dark Natasha X Reader) 

5) The Devil Made Me Do It: After an unusual dream and the darkhold corrupting her mind, Wanda can’t help but look over at your form, soundly asleep, and wanting to make that dream a reality. (Dark Wanda X Reader) 

6) I Promise I Won’t Bite: Ending up in the Maximoff-Romanoff Mansion, you can’t help but be nervous in the presence of both powerful women. Wanda assures you that you had nothing to fear, that she wouldn’t bite, but the same couldn’t be said for her wife, Natasha, who’s smirk showed off her subtle fangs, desire evident in her lustful gaze. (Vampire WandaNat X Reader) 

7) One Day A Year: A girl can dress up like a total slut and no other girl can say anything about it. Whilst at a party with your two girlfriends, dressed up in your sinful costumes, the three of you find yourself on the sofa with a blanket over you laps, the two women intending to take advantage of the privacy and how drunk everyone else was, too distracted to notice how your cheeks flushed with arousal. (WandaNat X Reader) 

I have not finished writing all of these so I’m not sure what the upload structure will be like. My plan is to post the first fic on Friday and hopefully write the rest of them so I have them all finished by Halloween! (If not I will still write them and just post them as soon as they’re written) 

Let me know which chapters you’re most looking forward to! I hope you all enjoy <3 

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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.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hello!! Hope you’re doing good! Can I request an Evil Queen WandaNat au Drabble where Wanda is away on business with another kingdom and R is left alone with Nat and it’s a little awkward since Wanda is usually the more affectionate one and R has spent more time alone with her than she has with Nat so they spend the day getting to know each other?

Possibly getting caught in a compromising position when Wanda returns?

Thanks!! 🤭💕

EvilQueens!WandaNat x Maid!Fem!Reader

I Think We're Alone Now

Summary: Wanda is away in the next kingdom over so here you are left alone with Natasha. Will you manage to become closer?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, sexual themes

A/N: I love writing these three and exploring their dynamic more. This was like the week following Nat talking with you about being with both of them.

The castle felt emptier without Queen Wanda's presence, her warm, affectionate demeanor a stark contrast to Queen Natasha's colder, more calculating nature. Wanda had left on business with another kingdom, leaving you alone with Natasha, an arrangement that filled you with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. Your interactions with Natasha had always been intense, but mostly in the presence of Wanda, whose affection balanced Natasha's dominant tendencies.

You went about your duties with a heightened sense of awareness, every creak of the floorboards and distant murmur echoing through the grand halls. As the day wore on, you found yourself summoned to Natasha’s private chambers, a rare occurrence that set your nerves on edge.

You knocked softly on the heavy wooden door, waiting for her permission to enter.

“Come in,” her voice called out, smooth and commanding as always.

You stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind you. Natasha stood by the window, her sharp eyes staring out at the vast expanse of the kingdom. She turned to face you, her expression unreadable.

“Y/N,” she said, her tone neither warm nor cold. “Join me.”

You walked over, stopping a respectful distance away. She gestured to a chair beside hers, and you sat down, your hands clasped in your lap.

“Tell me,” Natasha began, her eyes studying you intently. “How do you find your duties here, especially in Wanda’s absence?”

You hesitated, unsure of how to respond. “I… I find them fulfilling, Your Majesty. I strive to meet your expectations.”

Natasha’s lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “You’ve done more than meet them. Wanda speaks highly of you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the compliment, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this conversation. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze never leaving yours. “You seem nervous, Y/N. Are you uncomfortable around me?”

You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “I’m not… uncomfortable, Your Majesty. It’s just that… I’ve spent more time alone with Queen Wanda. I’m not as familiar with you.”

Natasha’s smile widened slightly. “And you find Wanda’s affection easier to navigate?”

You nodded, feeling a blush creep up your neck. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

There was a moment of silence, and then Natasha rose from her chair, walking over to you. She stood beside you, her presence imposing yet strangely comforting.

“Wanda is the heart of our kingdom,” Natasha said softly, her fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Her warmth is what draws people to us. But she and I are a unit, two sides of the same coin. You’ve seen my dominance, my demands. Now, let’s explore something different.”

Your breath hitched as she gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her eyes were softer than you’d ever seen, a glimpse of vulnerability hidden beneath the surface.

“Today, we get to know each other,” Natasha continued, her voice low and inviting. “No titles, no duties. Just you and me.”

You blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond. “I… I’d like that, Natasha.”

She smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across her face. “Good. Let’s start with something simple. Tell me about yourself, your life before the castle.”

You spent the rest of the morning talking, sharing stories of your past, your hopes, and your fears. Natasha listened intently, her usual stern demeanor softening as she learned more about you. She shared stories of her own, tales of her childhood, her bond with Wanda, and the responsibilities that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

As the sun began to set, you found yourself sitting beside her on the plush sofa, the initial awkwardness replaced by a growing sense of comfort and camaraderie. Natasha’s arm draped over the back of the sofa, her fingers occasionally brushing against your shoulder, a touch that was both reassuring and electrifying.

“You know,” Natasha said thoughtfully, “I never realized how much Wanda’s presence balanced us until now. She’s the light to my darkness, the softness to my hardness.”

You nodded, understanding the depth of their bond. “She’s amazing,” you agreed. “But so are you, Natasha. You’re strong and decisive, qualities that are just as important.”

She smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made your heart flutter. “Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot to hear that.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing moment. For the first time, you saw Natasha not just as a queen or a dominant force, but as a person with her own fears and vulnerabilities.

As the evening drew to a close, Natasha stood, offering you her hand. “Come,” she said softly. “Let’s walk through the gardens. It’s a beautiful night, and I’d like to continue this conversation under the stars.”

The moon hung high in the sky as you and Natasha walked through the gardens, the cool night air carrying the scent of blooming flowers. Your conversation flowed easily, the initial awkwardness completely gone. You felt a growing sense of connection with her, understanding her complexities and appreciating her strength and vulnerabilities.

Eventually, the two of you found a secluded bench under a large oak tree. Natasha sat down, pulling you beside her. She turned to face you, her eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and something deeper.

“You’ve surprised me, Y/N,” Natasha said softly, her hand resting on your thigh. “You’re more than I expected.”

You felt a flush of warmth at her words, your heart pounding in your chest. “Thank you, Natasha. I’ve enjoyed getting to know you better.”

Her gaze lingered on you, her expression contemplative. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a tentative kiss. It was softer and more intimate than any kiss you’d shared before, filled with a promise of deeper connection.

You melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to her shoulders. Natasha’s hand slid up your thigh, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more demanding.

Lost in the moment, you barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching. It wasn’t until the kiss broke, both of you breathless, that you looked up and saw Queen Wanda standing a few feet away.

“Wanda,” Natasha breathed, a mix of surprise and something else in her voice.

Wanda’s eyes were wide, her expression unreadable as she took in the scene before her. For a moment, the air was thick with tension, the silence deafening.

You scrambled to stand, your heart racing. “Your Majesty, I—”

Wanda held up a hand, silencing you. She stepped forward, her eyes locked on Natasha’s. There was a long, charged moment where they simply stared at each other, an entire conversation passing between them without words.

Finally, Wanda’s gaze softened, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “I see you’ve been getting to know each other,” she said, her voice gentle.

Natasha stood as well, moving to Wanda’s side. “I wanted to understand what you see in her,” she explained, her tone almost apologetic.

Wanda reached out, cupping Natasha’s face in her hands. “And what do you see?”

Natasha’s eyes flickered to you, then back to Wanda. “Someone loyal, dedicated, and full of potential. Someone worthy of our attention.”

Wanda’s smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss Natasha softly. “I’m glad you see it too.”

Turning to you, Wanda’s expression was warm and inviting. “Come here, Y/N.”

You stepped forward, still unsure of what to expect. Wanda’s arms encircled you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “I missed you,” she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

“I missed you too, Your Majesty,” you replied, your voice trembling with emotion.

Wanda pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting yours. “You don’t need to be so formal, not here, not with us.”

Natasha stepped closer, her hand resting on your lower back. “We’re a unit now,” she said softly. “All three of us.”

You nodded, feeling a swell of emotion. The queens, despite their different approaches, had opened their hearts to you, creating a bond that went beyond mere duty or desire.

Wanda’s hand cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing your skin tenderly. “Let’s go inside,” she suggested. “We have much to discuss, and I believe it’s time we truly come together.”

Hand in hand, the three of you walked back to the castle, the night air filled with the promise of new beginnings. As you stepped into the warmth of their chambers, you felt a sense of belonging, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be—with the two queens who had claimed your heart and soul.

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MRS.CLAUS AND HER HELPER

PROMPTS: “This is just pointless” and “Fine, I’ll just do it myself then.”

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Tags: Grumpy x Sunshine, fluff, awkward Nat, resident sunshine reader, christmas fun! (yes, I’m aware is actually eastern but idc).

Summary ���> Natasha has feelings for you. Feelings that make her feel grumpy whenever you are near. Unfortunately, she has no opportunity to avoid you as she is assigned to a holidays mission with you.

WORD COUNT: 2927

“Miss Y/L/N, you are being requested in the conference room,” Friday announced through the speakers, causing you to halt in your tracks, the dummy of practice finally getting a break. Wiping the sweat off your forehead, you stretched your limbs before grabbing a towel. It’s only been three days since you returned from your last mission, so it catches you off guard to be called in already.

After quickly hitting the showers, you head to the lift, pressing the button while humming. But just as the mechanical doors are about to shut, a hand slips in between. “Hey, sorr-…Oh, it’s you,” a rather dry voice comments.

A smile spreads across your lips in a matter of seconds, your eyes following the figure of Natasha Romanoff slipping almost in resignation. “Good morning, Nat!” you greet her cheerfully.

“Morning,” she grumbles. “Where are you going?”

“Conference room,” her eyes widened, enough for you to connect the dots. “Oh, you too? That’s great! Perhaps they assigned us a new mission.”

Natasha, usually a morning person, grumbled. “Oh, yeah… joy,” she says, her tone lacking enthusiasm.

You might think that the red-headed spy isn’t too fond of you. Most would believe she really didn’t like you. She’s always scoffing, complaining, and even whining when forced to be in the same space as you.

But quite the contrary. She is fond of you. That’s the problem.

These fuzzy feelings did nothing but anger her. She has always been in control. She’s supposed to be. She’s a trained assassin, cold and ruthless. And yet, there’s something about you that makes her nerves betray her.

It’s her secret. Well, she is convinced that it’s a secret. The truth is that the whole team is aware. They know how Natasha Romanoff has a soft spot for the resident sunshine. Tony even has a pool going around for when she is going to actually do something about it.

Not that either two of you are aware of this fact.

You seem to be clueless. Unaware of the way Natasha’s ears turn pink whenever you smile at her. Of how her heart aches when you do as little as laugh, the sound so clear and joyful. Of the way she silently but deadly threatens anyone who dares to even tease you. Once, the team, except Wanda and Natasha, devoured your stash of sweets, not aware that they belonged to you. Unfortunately, that day you were particularly sensitive and a few tears slipped away before you could mutter, “It’s fine, don’t worry.”

And unfortunately for the boys, Natasha’s darkened eyes watched silently as the tears caressed your cheeks. The following events that happened are not to be mentioned. Just know that the next day, they all bought bags and bags of your favorite goods, besides apologizing like crazy. Confused, you accepted everything with a “Thanks?”

You aren’t aware of any of that.

She just disconnects as you happily chat away, talking about how excited you were about the incoming Christmas festivities. Plans about decorating the whole tower and baking cookies and brownies and watching Christmas movies with the team and….The ding sound in the air as Natasha practically throws herself out of the lift. You giggle softly, “Where’s the fire at, Nat?” You tease, walking calmly in different ways to her wide, fast-paced steps. Natasha curses to herself, cheeks blazing. It should be illegal to be this cute at such hours.

“I just don’t want to be late,” she snaps. You shrug, not affected by her harshness. That’s another thing that baffled her. Usually, she intimidates even the senior agents with her direct personality and ironic comments and yet, you never seem to be hesitant or scared at all to approach her. It’s like you are immune to it.

Is she losing her touch? She feels like she is losing her touch.

Her hands go to the handle, opening it before doing a painfully awkward gesture for you to go in first. You smile in gratitude when passing next to her, the familiar scent of vanilla making her hold her breath.

“Y/L/N, Romanoff,” Nick greets, dramatically turning around. You say a cheery hello, Natasha just nods. Let’s get this over with. “I know you both just been on a mission, but we need your assistance on this.”

Natasha feels her stomach drop. Taking a seat, the director gives you both two copies of a report. Skimming through it, Natasha’s eyes widen. “Oh no, absolutely not.”

“I knew she was going to say that,” Tony chimes in.

“Don’t give her more reason to not do it, Tony,” Steve sighs.

“Are we sure it’s them?” You ask dubiously, eyes still on the paper. Fury nods.

“Yes. We have had surveillance on them for the last month, all points that they have they must have their next exchange somewhere in this mall. They are using the upcoming festivities to go more unnoticed.”

Natasha sighs. “So what, are we supposed to go and possibly catch them in broad daylight?” Fury shakes his head.

“Not exactly. We need you two to go undercover, keep a low profile and watch out for more suspicious activity. A few boxes of cargo isn’t enough to take the entire operation down. While we know they maybe are dealers on the area we don’t exactly know if it’s a full on operation. ”

The Russian’s eyebrows furrow. “Why not send an agent then? Have them confirm.”

“This is too delicate. A couple of rookies are less likely to draw attention. I need your eyes, subtlety, and Y/N’s enhanced hearing,” Fury explained.

Natasha sighed in frustration, pushing the folder away. “So, you want us to go into a mall full of late Christmas shoppers and look for suspicious drug trade that you’re not even sure is happening there?” she summarized.

Fury nodded. “Aren’t you perceptive, Agent Romanoff.”

Natasha opened her mouth to protest further, but Fury beat her to it. “Now, how do you two feel about Santa?”

***

“Oh no, absolutely not,” Natasha huffs indignantly. The sounds of the rushing people are muffled by the door, the lights already making Natasha dizzy. You turn your head to look at her over the shoulder.

”Oh. Do you want to be the elf, then? I don’t mind-“ She cuts you off with a grunt.

”No, I don’t want to be anything. This is absolutely ridiculous. Just wait until we return to the tower, Fury is going to hear it.” A laugh escapes you at the scowl on her face. She sends you the mean look, but you don’t even flinch.

“It’s not that bad. Think of it as a Christmas spirit operation.” You try to cheer up, not really finding the zipper of the disguise. A scoff.

“We’ve been following this narcotic clan for months now, all leading us into dead ends. Perhaps we should start to consider the fact that they aren’t even in America anymore. This is just pointless.”

You shrugged your shoulders, putting the green suit on your shoulder and going to the changing room. “Fine, I’ll just do it myself then.” The spy’s arms, which were crossed, almost get out of their place as she grabs your arm. Gentle enough to not hurt, but firm enough to stop you.

You look up at her and she feels like she is about to faint. “What- no. What if they are here—…”

“You just said they may not even be here, so there’s nothing to worry about.” The reassurance doesn’t seem to calm her, but you keep walking away. Your legs are barely out of the storage room when she calls you to stop.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, fine! Fine. Just…” She stops you, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let’s get this over with.” You clap in excitement and face lighting like a christmas tree, spinning happily. A satisfied grin on your face that she doesn’t get to see. “Great! See you in five minutes, Mrs. Claus!” You sing as you finally exit. Natasha almost hits her head on the wall at how easily she just gave in.

She has definitely lost her touch.

***

“Mommy, why is Mrs. Claus looking so grumpy?” a little kid asks her mom as they pass by, the woman giving you two a disapproving look. You nudge Natasha’s side with your elbow.

“Yeah, Mrs. Claus… light it up a little, will you?” You mutter with a tight smile. “And also, don’t sit like that.” Natasha huffs, but changes position on the tall, red velvet-covered chair.

“Shut it, elf, or I’ll have you sent to the North Pole in no time,” she answers snarkily, but you were too distracted relocating the wall of fake gift boxes to have a better view.

Still, you look at her with an eyebrow raised. “What was that?”

A gulp. “Nothing.”

For as sweet as you were, you did know how to throw a mean glare. Was Natasha into it? Absolutely not.

“That’s what I thought.” The cheers of children echo, Natasha’s face paling as they all line up. Before she can say something about it, you put a hand on her shoulder. “Now, smile bright and be nice to the kids.”

”Bet you wouldn’t be so happy about having small people sit on your lap.” Faking a pout, you bend slightly to look her in the eyes.

”Aw, does that mean I won’t have a turn later?” You tease. And suddenly, all the remarks that the redhead had disappeared into thin air, never to be found again. You giggle. “Careful, your face is matching with your disguise.”

She is still sputtering indignantly by the time you redirect your attention to the crowd, a big bright grin on your face. The fact that she finds you cute even in the ridiculous elf suit you’re wearing speaks volumes.

“Merry Christmas everyone!” You greet happily, dramatically doing a reverence. “See, Santa has got a bit too many sweets before going to sleep situation.” Everyone cheers sadly. “But lucky for us, someone came all the way here all the way form the North Pole to save the day, give a big applause everyone for…Mrs.Claus!” Everyone claps excitedly as Natasha does a big, strained smile and salutes everyone to the public. The children (and even the parents) cheer loudly.

“Marry christmas. Who is ready to sit on my lap?” Natasha asks in exaggerated happiness, flushing some more when you give her a sneaky wink. What did she do to deserve this?

***

Ten or so children go by, all asking for their gifts. You want to think that everything is going well so far, no sign of any undercover trafficking, and everyone seems to be having a great time. Even Natasha.

“What do you want, kiddo?” The little boy grins toothlessly.

“I want a pink pony with fire breath and Pegasus wings!” The redhead hesitates.

“Well, those are rare… Anything else that you want?” The kid stops and thinks for a bit.

“Mmm, oh yeah! I want for mom and dad to bring their adult friends home instead of hiding them from each other. That way we can have a party!” Natasha’s eyes widened, choking on air. Your hand flies to your mouth in surprise as Natasha looks at you in panic. You send her a look that screams “You better fix this.”

“A pink flying, fire-breathing pony it is then!”

Besides that one, of course.

As fewer and fewer kids are in the waiting line, you feel yourself relax. If anything were to happen, at least there won’t be people who will get hurt. Natasha stretches lightly on the chair. When looking at the next kid, a little smile appears on her face. “Would you look at that? You look exactly like a smaller version of someone I know,” she mentions as she pulls the kid onto her lap.

The girl smiles, and you get an idea of who she reminded her of. “Really? From the North Pole? Is she magical?” Natasha makes an exaggerated thinking face while you scoff lightly.

“Well, she is a little bit of a troublemaker at times…” Natasha says dramatically, making the girl laugh. “But yeah… you could very well say she is magical.” Her voice is soft, sincere. You can’t help but blush a little.

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“Ugh, I’m sweating. Why is this thing so hot?” Natasha complained as you two walked side by side, finally being able to catch a break. You nodded absentmindedly, your eyes wandering until you suddenly froze. Still wrestling with the disguise, Natasha didn’t notice. “I’m suffocating. This can’t be legal…”

“Natasha,” a couple of men scurried into a door next to the bathroom stalls. You recognized the characteristic tattoo of a crossed couple of spears on their necks until they both disappeared.

“It has way too many zippers and—” You hit her with your elbow, startling her.

“Stop it! Give me some room to complain, woman. I’ve already accepted plenty of your side eyes this morning.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled her along by her hand. Her eyes stuck where you two were touching. “What are you…” As you opened the door, you followed down the hallway, being careful not to be spotted. Shushing her and slightly pulling her against the wall to cover with the shadows, you pointed to the now visible men, who were around the corner in a small operation room. There were gift-themed boxes scattered everywhere, alongside bags of bright purple powder. Still, for anyone, it could be said this was a normal management room.

“Pretty sure there aren’t any Barbie houses in those boxes,” Natasha muttered. You nodded, counting the number of guys. “So that’s how they do it. They benefit from the holidays to smuggle the drugs…” She trailed off.

“…and because there is so much activity and shipment movement it goes easily under the radar.” You finished happily, looking up at her with a grin, only to notice that she was already watching you. Her eyes locked on your hand, which still rests softly on her upper chest, the space between the two of you being almost nonexistent. In your excitement, you didn’t notice how close you were.

For a second, you didn’t say anything. No happy comments or quick remarks. She didn’t say anything either, no sarcastic retort or reproach. The only sounds were your breaths and the faint pulse of a frantic heart.

Even if it felt like it was frozen, there was this notion that one of the two was moving slightly closer. If not both of you. But as it turns out, time didn’t actually freeze, and it didn’t take much for someone to spot you.

“Hey, what are yo-… Oh shit.” Someone exclaimed, making both of you jump away from each other. You caught the movement of Natasha reaching for the taser that (you didn’t approve of) was strapped on her back. However, a quick analysis of the man’s face told you enough to make her stop. She looked at you in confusion before reading the spark in your eyes. A nod.

“Oh, sorry, we thought this was an empty closet…” You giggled, dramatically grabbing Natasha’s arm and putting your face on Natasha’s shoulder, nuzzling her neck. You felt her tense before her arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer. You were pretty sure that extra beat wasn’t because of the adrenaline.

“This place is restricted to the public,” he muttered, flustered.

“Sure. How about we try the changing room, sweetheart?” Natasha muttered, loud (and suggestive) enough for the man’s awkwardness to grow tenfold and leave.

“What was that, man?”

“Nothing, just Mrs. Claus and her helper making out.”

It wasn’t long until you both returned to the first level of the mall. “Alright, this should be enough distance…” Natasha mutters, looking for any more tattooed men. Suddenly, an unusually soft, warm sensation process on her mind, looking down she can still see both your hands enterwined. You are looking to, but don't make any attempt to “fix” the situation.

“C’mon, let’s go inform Fury to bring in the team.” Immediately after that, you are pulling her along, Natasha’s face now fully complementing the same shade of her Mrs.Claus dress. If it was because of embarrassment or another feeling entirely she will not tell.

One thing she can say for sure. Perhaps this whole “christmassy operation” wasn’t bad after all.

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—extra

(A FEW MOMENTS LATER, IN THE TOWER…)

”Great job, agents. I appreciate your work.” Fury hangs the calls, turning to the rest of the team. “Apparently, they found out actual activity of the smuggling. Have plenty of high ranked operators and shipment cargo.”

“Why the surprise?” Bruce questions, while Tony laughs.

”Shit, they actually did?” Everyone looks at him confused. “What? You guys don’t know?”

The room fills with puzzled looks as Steve exhales audibly in his chair. “This operation was merely a facade to orchestrate a charming little rendezvous between Natasha and Y/N. It’s rather remarkable they stumbled upon anything, considering the slim odds,” he elucidates nonchalantly.

”And Fury greenlit this?”

“I did. I’ve grown weary of witnessing Agent Romanoff’s infatuation with Y/N—it’s proving distracting. Even the junior agents are indulging in speculation about their eventual…get together. Sooner rather than later, I say,” Fury explains, shrugging indifferently.

“You did what?!” Natasha growled, practically kicking the door down.

Most people have never seen a single emotion on the director's face. But the ones who were there that day would forever remember the flash of fright that flashed in Nick Fury's good eye.

[glorystark]

Prompt List

I decided to make a prompt list. It’s still in progress but I’m gonna publish it anyway. REQUESTS ARE OPEN :)

P.S.: It’s mostly angst!

“I told you to not get too close to me.”

“We were never friends.”

“I wish you never had trusted me.”

“From the day we met, I knew I’d hurt you eventually.”

“I’m good at hurting people. It’s all I’ve ever done.”

“ I deserve more than this.”

“ You’re hurting me.”

“ I never loved you.”

“Please let me go.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“ Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“Not everything is about you.”

“ I want pt you out of my here, and out of my life.”

“Kill me.”

“I can’t trust you anymore.”

“When will you stop lying?.”

“I should have seen it coming.”

“Make it quick please?”

“Forgive me for what I’m about to do.”

“I hate you.”

“You ruin everything.”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“You mean nothing to me.”

“You did this to me.”

“Move or I’ll move you.”

“Repeat yourself, I dare you.”

“I wish I never met you.”

“You ruined my life.”

“I gave you my everything.”

“We are over.”

“It’s too late for apologies now.”

“I’m sorry for us.”

“Of course you didn’t love me, I’m such an idiot.”

“What about the plans we made?”

“Bearing your pain has always been my job.”

“What did you do to make your heart become so cold?”

“Remember how we used to be? I don’t.”

“Look what happened because of you.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“How can you be in love with me when you destroyed all my happinesses.”

“I’m so tired of everything.”

“Stop yelling at me!”

“Get out!”

“I’m falling for you and it’s scaring the shit out of me.”

“What happened to us?”

“I don’t feel like I belong here anymore.”

“Why does our love feel like prison.”

“When I let go, run for your life.”

“I always knew you’d die in my arms.”

“I gave up on us a long time ago.”

“Your eyes can be so cruel.”

“You thought I cared about you? Cute.”

[tremorsmackenzie]

There is an unexplored time period in shield where maria, bobbi, may, natasha, isabel hartley, sharon carter, clint and coulson all worked simultaneously at shield and its a crime that we havent seen anything set in it. that literally sounds like the best thing ever.

like, may has nat in her contacts (season 2 i think). come on.

just imagine the snark.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Prompt idea...a little diff from my normal

What if as part of a long mission/undercover work. Natasha had to be a Foster Mom for a few months.

She was going to host a recently orphaned teen boy to the home she had just moved into. It was a tudor style house in the Forest Hills neighborhood in Queens, NY.

She made it clear that this was only for a few months as she traveled for her job. Which was fine for one Peter Parker. He plans on cramming as much as possible so he can graduate early. Even if that means just getting his GED.

She wasn't expecting to care so much for this nerdy kid. Maybe she extended the mission longer than needed. But had to finally end it. Maybe when her mission officially wrapped up, she gave him a card with a number and a pass code.

It would be 4 years later that Natasha gets the call. She wasn't expecting to find a badly hidden spiderman suit hidden by a sweater holding onto a wounded man. Who turns out to be the Winter Soldier her and Steve were on the hunt for.

[swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters]

need an agathario x wandanat Christmas au

maybe Agatha and Wanda work together, or just are bff and they travel to some small town for Christmas and then there's Rio, who's Agatha knows from her teenage days (maybe) or whatever, and they don't get along very well, obviously, and there's Natasha, who's Rio friend, cousin, or whatever and the moment Natasha and Wanda met there's this spark, this something between them and Rio decides she will help those useless lesbians to get together and against her better judgement Agatha agrees to help her.

at the same time Natasha and Wanda notice that there's something there, between Agatha and Rio and decide to help them to figure out their shit and be together.

lots of shenanigans ensues, like one of those tooth root fluff Christmas romcoms with a bit of smut.

I beg, someone write this because I don't have the time right now

[marvelsdc22]

Purple

1. "You know you're my best friend, right? Unrequited love with Natasha

You got it, boo! :)

"You know you're my best friend, right?"

Natasha has been your best friend almost since you first came to the team(her trust issues were rough to work through), but you couldn't help but feel a little more than just friendship when it came to her, you didn't want to potentially ruin your friendship with her in any way so you kept it to yourself.

When she started slowly falling for Bucky, you felt your heart break, but there was always that small part of you that thought that maybe just maybe she felt the same way towards you, but still you kept it to yourself.

Currently you were sitting on her bed as she dug through her closet, trying to choose what to wear for this date that Bucky had asked her to, feeling a small amount of jealousy bubble since you wanted to be Bucky "What do you think of this one?" Natasha asked, interrupting your thoughts as she held up a deep red, thigh length dress to her front.

"Just like the five other dresses you've shown me, it looks great... Honestly, you'd look great in a trash bag" You admitted, mentally beating yourself up for saying that as she let out a chuckle "I don't think Bucky would appreciate that" she teased as she set the dress on her bed beside you before resting her hands on your shoulders and smiling at you.

"You know you're my best friend, right?" She asked, not aware of how much that hurt you to hear but she wanted you to know that you were her best friend "I know, now go get dressed, don't want Bucky to wonder where you are" You teased halfheartedly.

Watching the love of your life get ready for a date with another person nearly killed you, but as you watched her grin at Bucky before they headed out the door of the compound made you steel yourself, she was happy... And... Well, that's what you wanted... Right?

Send in Prompts!

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.

Whumptober 2024: Day 21 - Alt Prompt - Survivors Guilt

Warnings: child trafficking, red room (start of black widow)

Word Count: 2k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha and Yelena are split up. Clint and Natasha talk about their siblings.

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Yelena’s body is warm against her, Natasha can feel her body shaking, tears still running down her face.

They’re dirty, and tired and the smell in the shipping container makes her feel nauseous.

They can all hear the commotion outside, the container stationary.

Natasha can hear the whimpers and sobs of the other girls, everyone is so afraid. She is so afraid.

If they send her back there…

She feels tears on her own face as she hugs Yelena tighter.

They hang onto each other, Yelena’s little fingers pieces into her skin, but Natasha doesn’t care. She wants to go back to when they were at the house, back to her room.. Back to before.

She feels like she’s drowning.

The commotions outside, boots against the road, car doors slamming, screams of other girls; heightens everyone.

Their door opens.

No one can contain their fear.

One of the younger girls scream.

It’s piercing.

Natasha feels Yelena look up, the fear overrides them both.

Screaming, Natasha feels the fear take over.

Her whole body feels like she can’t take it.

She screams as they get hauled out, pushed against the wall of the container.

“Stand straight,” the order comes.

None of the smaller girls move.

One of them is hit, then pushed to the side.

Natasha stands in front of Yelena, trying to obscure her from view.

Flashlights and bright lights.

It’s chaos.

Girls sobbing.

Harsh voices.

The sound of a butt of a gun hitting flesh.

She seems him.

She knows the voice that haunts her dream.

Natasha tries to shove Yelena to the side.

It’s not too late for her to run, maybe hide.

The line of girls are pushed aside.

Pushed apart.

An arm grabs Yelena.

The scream of shock and pain makes Natasha hold on tighter.

Their screams add to the cacophony of sounds, but for Natasha all she can hear is Yelena.

The men in helmets pull her away, and Natasha screams in anguish. Yelena cries, she tries and fights.

Natasha feels her own body being dragged away.

She remembers how to fight.

Breaking free of his grip, she makes her way to her sister.

“Take this!”

Yelena stops fighting for a minute, as she pushes the pictures into her hands

“Take it!”

Yelena looks terrified.

They’re pulled apart and Natasha’s last view of her sister is her fighting against a soldier's arms surrounding her being pushed into a car.

She stops fighting then.

Feels all emotions bleed out of her onto the floor, until she feels empty.

She couldn’t save her.

She hears his voice.

He stands in front of her, smiling, grasping her face.

“The Red Room is your home now,” he tells her.

Forever, is the unspoken word.

She’s theirs forever.

“Put her in my car,” she hears him say.

Natasha feels herself get pushed, picked up and stuck into a car.

It starts to move and she looks around desperately for one last look at Yelena.

She keeps looking, until the world goes dark.

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“I had a sister once,” she starts.

Clint perks up, the words the first thing she’s said in hours.

She’s speaking in Russian. The words are soft, and he has to think, he’s not sure what she’s saying.

Russian isn’t his most fluent language.

“Hey,” he says, voice as low as hers, trying to meet her where she’s at.

“I had a sister once,” she says again.

This time he understands.

He doesn’t say anything else, wondering what she’s looking for.

He wants to reassure her, help break her out of this catatonia-like state.

Clint looks at her face, hoping for some recognition of him.

The morning had broken with rain and a thunderstorm; Clint’s favourite weather, so he’d opened the door, and let the smell of petrichor in.

Her eyes close and a tear rolls down her cheek.

“What was her name?”

He could ask in Russian, but he opts for English.

Finally, Natasha’s eyes focus on him.

“Yelena.”

Clint is unsure whether to keep asking questions or just let her come out of whatever this is by herself.

He doesn’t know her well enough to know.

Instead, he sits next to her and just waits.

It seems to be the right move.

“She liked the stars, and balloons,” she starts, her voice thick, and accented.

The sound of rain beats down on the cabin and they both watch it in silence until Natasha speaks again.

“They took her. I never saw her again.”

The horror of Natasha’s past never seems to end, the trauma of her life continuous.

Even he’s added to it.

“I had a brother,” he offers.

She turns towards him, the tear tracks wiped away, and her attention on his words.

“What was his name?” she asks.

He takes a minute to interpret it.

“Barney,” he replies.

Natasha looks to the rain.

“He ran away with the circus, I chased him there and to then to the army.”

If he surprises her with his words, she doesn’t make comment. Maybe joining the circus and the army doesn’t mean anything to someone who made it out of the Red Room alive.

“Do you miss her?” Clint asks, feeling the familiar pang of grief.

She doesn’t answer straight away; he thinks perhaps she’s never allowed herself to think of the answer.

“Yes,” she replies, swiping at her eyes.

“I miss him too,” he admits.

“He was annoying and loud and always ordered me around, but I miss him, even after all these years.”

Natasha nods.

“I wish she made it rather than me.”

“I wish I ran away when I still could.”

“I wish I took her with me.”

“I wish…”

She stops herself. Clint can see she wants to keep going, her glassy eyes full of she’d tears at things she stops herself from saying.

He wishes he understood more.

“I wish a lot of things,” she finishes.

The clouds seem to get darker, and Clint glances at his watch.

“Me too.”

He pulls the water bottle from his backpack and offers it to her.

“Here.”

Scabbed hands take it, and Clint nods.

“We have to go,” he sighs.

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[mamaspidershit]

mama spider prompts!!

-> Peter is sick from sneaking out of the house to make a snowman and Natasha has to take care of them.

->  Peter and Natasha trying to assemble IKEA furniture without the instructions.

[widowwnat]

natasha romanoff prompts/headcanons 4/?

natasha's birth name being natalia alianovna romanova is somehow unknown to the avengers

when the accords came out and the avengers were reading whilst sitting in the meeting's table, they get to the page where it says the names of the avengers and a little box underneath each name for them to sign.

all the names are there 'anthony stark, steven rogers ect.'

they see one name thats completely unfamiliar 'natalia alianovna romanova'.

tony is obviously the one to speak up and ask 'who the hell is that...?'

and secretery ross looks and him and smirks 'that is your resident miss romanoff'

natasha turns around and deadpans 'bitch you thought natasha was a russian name?'.

'thats one very long name yk?' sam says.

'stfu'

'romanova? huh. so are you like a lost princess? a descendant of the romanov's?' tony asks

'no tony. i am not. its a common russian surname.' she looks and him and says 'i think.'

'ok princess.' he replies, taunting.

natasha groans in her hands knowing he's gonna call her that for the next year.

steve looks confused and says 'wait but when we were in that bunker and zola said our names, he said 'Romanoff' not 'Romanova'.

'Romanova isn't on my sheild files. it was spoken in person to Fury, Clint and Maria. Otherwise the only other place you can find that name is in my old KGB files. which im assuming is where Ross found it. Loving the privacy Ross.'

'you're welcome miss romanoff.'

'fuck you mr secretary.' she says with a smile.

IF you wanna write a fic on this please do (i would but i have zero fic writing skills) send me the link or smth i wanna read it too xx :)

[natashaslittlegirl]

Stop the teasing - NR

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI +18 ONLY.

Summary: You got tired of Natasha always teasing you.

Avenger ! Natasha Romanoff x  Avenger ! Reader

•  "Could you be any wetter/harder?" / "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to." / "I never knew you liked being spanked." (prompts)

Smut, Bottom!Natasha Romanoff, Top!Reader, owner kink, dirty talk, begging, Mommy kink (R), spanking (R to N), oral sex (N receiving), praise and degrading kink, vaginal fingering (N receiving), hair pulling, orgasm control, overstimulation.

Words Count: 1900+

Wattpad Masterlist Natasha Romanoff's Masterlist

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Natasha had always been a tease, it's in her nature, and you love it. But you were tired of her always teasing you and never take care of the pressure between your legs. Today was the last day she would tease you and get her way out of the situation, the tables are going to turn.

As usual, you went to the kitchen to help her with lunch, luckily, it was just you and her since everyone else was on a mission. You spot her on the counter chopping some veggies, you walked slowly towards her, standing behind to greet her.

"Hey, Nat," you whispered in her ear, making her jolt. She was too distracted in dirty thoughts about you that she didn't hear you coming.

"Fuck, y/n." she breath out.

"That would sound better in other situation you know?" your hands pressed on the edge of the counter, trapping her.

"Yeah, what situation?" you could feel her cocky grin already. But it take her by surprise when you purred in her ear,

"You under me while I'm fucking you brainless." Her breath hitch on her throat, she had to clear it of how dry it went all of sudden.

This is the first time you say something like that to her, most of the times is her who says the dirtiest things.

"The lunch is almost ready," She tried to change the matter and run away, but your arms didn't let her.

"Where do you think you're going, mhm?" Your front pressed her back, pushing her to the counter.

"I-I have to turn off the stove." You moved one of your hands to turn it off.

"Done. You look so cute when you're nervous." you separate from her and she finally felt she could breathe. "But you'll look cuter when I'll take you." You made your way to your room again, leaving her rethinking all happened.

After twenty minutes she came to your room to let you know the lunch's ready. She walked as fast as she could to the kitchen, you left her frustrated and confused. You sat on the table as it was all already served. The smell of the food was delicious, the redhead was too quiet for your liking, you really caused something in her.

"You're really quiet, widow, what's on that little brain of yours?"

"Nothing," she shove a full bite of food, maybe you wouldn't keep asking. Wrong.

"It's me, isn't it?" you smirked when slight shade of red appeared on her cheeks. "Tell me your thoughts, Natasha."

"I- I don't know, you just got me thinking, and no, I'm not gonna talk anymore." you were enjoying this too much, her nervousness was so cute.

"Come on, pretty girl, I can't do anything if you don't tell me. Wanda is the one who reads minds."

She wasn't even looking at you, she would give in so easy if she just sees you. She was so into you she couldn't even believe it, how could you have her all fool for you effortless?

"Maybe I want what you said before." she said in lower tone, almost inaudible.

"Yeah? What did I say?" The redhead rolled her eyes, it wasn't funny when you're being teased. "Look at me."

"Y-you fucking me brainless," It costed her a lot, but when you got up and practically dragging her to your room, she couldn't think of anything other than the wet feeling between her thighs.

You slammed the door shut with her body, pressing her to the wooden, finally kissing her. You dreamed about her lips countless nights, and she did too. She was talle than you but that didn't stopped you from making pressure on her clothed core with one of your legs. She moaned on your mouth and you took the opportunity to passed your tongue inside her, she tasted delicious, more than the food you just ate.

Natasha started to walk, making you go back, but turned the ways before sitting on the edge of the bed. You ended up on her lap, finally gaining some confidence, her hand squeezed the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You let her think that she was in charge, rocking your hips back and forth, whimpering by the sweet feeling of relief getting your clit rubbed with something.

When you thought it was enough, you pushed her to the mattress, both of your hands at each side if her, hair brushing her neck, still straddling her lap.

"You can't even imagine the times I dream about this." she was still catching her breath when you start your way down.

Wet kisses on her neck, her cleavage, teeth sinking into her skin to then your warm tongue lick and sooth the pain. You were marking her, and she fucking loved it.

"May I?" you grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, she nodded and lift her arms, the fabric flew to somewhere in the room.

You stay sit on her lap, her impatience growing at each second you would stay still. But you were just taking a moment to admire the beautiful women underneath you. Her almost bare body was something else, seeing her braless for the first time.

"You're so fucking perfect, Natasha." You gave her a quick kiss on her lips before going down again with a series of wet open mouth kisses until the waistband of her grey sweat pants.

"Please,"

"I didn't even touch you and you're already begging?" you quick an eyebrow, seeing how the blush took her face.

You took your time, making her desperate. She couldn't wait anymore she needed you, now. The redhead sat up on the bed and took off the last two pieces of clothes off her body. You tap her thighs, she quickly understood, spreading her legs for you, that was quite a sight.

"Could you be any wetter?" her bare pussy fully on display for you, your mouth was watering itself. Your finger run over her slit, getting soaked. "Is this all for me?"

"Yes, a-all for you." Natasha positioned on her elbows, her abs flexing as her body lift a little.

Your gaze flicked between her wet cunt and her dark green eyes, she was begging you silently to fuck her. And you did. Your tongue lapped the entire length, humming at her taste, it swirled in her clit, making her moan and fall again to the bed.

"Fuck, you're doing so good," her hand grabbed your hair tightly, pushing you closer, your nose rubbing her clit as your tongue was shoved inside her.

"You taste heavenly."

Your hands were on her hips, preventing her from moving against you, she was quite stronger than you, but at the submission she was too easily to manhandled. That's how you turned her around, leaving her bottom to the air while her head was pressed to the pillows. She cried out when you thrust two fingers inside her.

"You're so fucking tight, fuck, I'm going to ruin you" she didn't know why she moaned so loud, maybe it was because you never did dirty talk as she did with you, nor dirty talk plus your fingers knuckles deep on her pussy.

"Please, I need to cum, please!" her eyes were tight shut, she'd never felt this kind of pleasure before.

"Hold it," She shaked her head, she'd never hold an orgasm either before.

"I can't I-" she didn't even finished when she came around your fingers, legs trembling by the force of it. You were shocked, she did cum, when you told her not to.

"Such a fucking little slut, can't follow a simple order," Natasha was catching her breath when your hand crashed hard with her cheek, her skin burnt instantly, letting out a sharp moan from her throat.

She bounced her hips back, encouraging you to do it again. You smacked you hand on her other side, hearing again the desperate moan thay left her mouth.

"I never knew you liked being spanked." You said as she kept asking for more.

"There's a lot you don't know."

"Don't worry, I have time to figure it out."

Your fingers were deep inside her cunt again, the sound of the wetness of her previous orgasm, her moans and the crashed of your hand spanking her ass were the only sounds echoing in your room. She was already sensitive, you knew that, she knew that too.

"Don't stop. Even if I beg you to." Her walls clenched deliciously around your digits, she felt the knot on her lower abdomen again, her thighs made the attempt to close, but your hand stopped them. Making her way to her clit, start stroking it.

She was overwhelmed again by all the feelings she was having in that moment.

"More! Please Mo- y/n!" she stopped herself before messing it up.

"Come on, say it, I know how much you want it." your pace was hard, the word you wanted to hear was just on the tip of her tongue. "Say it or I'll stop."

"Mommy, please!"

"There it is, such a good girl for Mommy, who would knew after all you are just such a submissive little slut." You spanked her again, her hips rocked back meeting your thrusts.

"I ne- I" it was too much.

"Hold it," You grabbed her hair in a ponytail, making her back arch as your fingers went deeper in her cunt. "Be a good girl and hold it this time."

Natasha couldn't even think at this point, she could only focus in not cumming. Tears forming on the corner of her eyes as the pressure gets her little by little.

"I told you I was gonna fucking you brainless," she nodded the best she could, you didn't think she might had not understand any of your words.

The layer of sweat on her body was turning you on more than it should, same as when you have training with her. But this time is how you always wanted.

"Cum on Mommy's fingers, baby, make a mess." Natasha exploded, her body trembling as she finally release all the tension you build on her.

You lay down with her, caressing her back as she catches her breath.

"Finally the teasing gave results." she chuckled to herself as you left a kiss on the crown of her head.

"You're unbelievable."

[sunnysideprincess]

There's nothing sweet about how Steve loves Tony.

He loves him viciously. Like a serpent loving a sweet lie. Like a bolt of lightning loving a lone standing tree. His love for Tony never simmers, only burns until Tony is left gasping and whimpering, raw and aching for more.

Steve loves Tony. It is easy to see. Enough that even their enemies take notice.

It worries the team. It worries Natasha when she sees Steve behead Ivan Vanko with the shield.

"That's a bit much," she notes when Captain America kicks Hammer's lose and limp body, wrinkling his nose in disgust when the man groans in pain.

Steve looks at her. And it's here she remembers him as the man who woke up like a beast. Roaring and snarling at everyone. Seeing enemies all around him until the numbness of grief settled in his veins. His eyes show the rage of a man who's lost one life, and is now on the verge of losing another.

"I thought you were with Potts."

The memory of a soft, subtle rose makes her smile.

"She's fine." Natasha made sure of it. "I'm here about Fury."

"Your boss, you mean."

"My boss," she agrees, checking for any stray henchman. "He's got something that could slow down Tony's... Condition."

"What's the hold up then," Steve doesn't ask. He just squares his shoulder, already catching in on her implications. It's part of the reason she's chosen to work with him for so long. They don't need to speak to know each other's motives.

In this instance, Steve already knows what she does. Fury won't help Tony. Not unless Tony Stark builds Shield something useful. Or becomes Shield's issued collar around Cap's neck.

"Tell me everything."

Years later, Clint would ask her what made her turn her back on Shield, on Phil. She would be looking at Pepper when she speaks. But her answer would be Steve Rogers and his untamed, unchecked wanting for a dying man.

[be-compromised]

Promptathon 2024

Hi All, welcome to the 2024 edition of the annual be_compromised epic summer promptathon!

Been wanting to jump into the fandom but not sure where to start? Now’s the time. Newbie or a lurker? Here’s the perfect opportunity to say hello! Not been active in the fandom for a while? Welcome back. Promptathon is a fun, no-pressure environment where you can post zero to as many prompts as you like, zero to as many fills as you like, and join in the squee or just quietly enjoy the fun.

We’re a Clintasha (Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff) community that welcomes ALL THINGS MARVEL. We’d like Clint and/or Natasha to show up in prompt fills somewhere, but what that means is up to you - individually or as friends, lovers, spouses, partners, gen fic, ANYTHING. Yes, that means we also welcome other characters and pairings (and threesomes or moresomes.)

If that sounds like the kind of party you’d like to join, please read on for the event timeline, how to leave prompts and fills, and a few rules to make sure everyone has a fun time.

TIMELINE

TODAY: Prompting starts! GO, GO, GO MONDAY 5 AUGUST: Now is when you can start leaving fills for prompts! (You can also keep prompting) MIDNIGHT SUNDAY 29 SEPTEMBER: Promptathon, both prompts and fills, ends at midnight in whatever your timezone is. 

A masterlist will be posted shortly after the event ends, on Dreamwidth and tumblr.

HOW PROMPTATHON 2024 WORKS

Promptathon takes place on Dreamwidth, but you do not need an account to prompt, fill, or join in. Anonymous comments are enabled; if you comment anonymously please consider including your online handle(s) in your comment so we know who you are and can credit you!

LEAVING PROMPTS

Please post each prompt in a separate comment to this post.

Prompts can be anything – simple or elaborate, words or pictures, songs or poems, lyrics or phrases, anything that could inspire a fanwork. Use your imagination. Go wild! You can also re-use prompts from previous events, whether they were filled or not.

You can leave as many prompts as you want. We’re serious. Keep coming back. We want as many prompts as we can possibly get.

Please put a spoiler warning at the start of your prompt if it contains spoilers/speculation relating to any Marvel films/tv shows released in the last six months.

SUBMITTING FILLS

Comment in a reply to the prompt that you are filling.

The subject line of your comment should be: ‘FILL: title, rating.’

You can then post your entire fanwork in the comment if it’s short enough AND/OR you can post your fanwork anywhere else on the internet and post a link to it in your comment.

Your comment must also include: > Title > Rating (ie film ratings or AO3 style ratings) > Any warnings OR you can say ‘choose not to warn’ (think about the AO3 warnings or take a look at our comm guidance if you’re stuck) > A spoiler warning if your fill contains spoilers/speculation relating to any Marvel films/tv shows released in the last six months. (Not everyone has Disney+/can get to the cinema.)

Following these guidelines 1) makes it easier for people to find your fills during the event as a one-stop shop, and know what they’re clicking on and 2) makes it a LOT easier for your mods to create a masterlist at the end, without missing any of your fills. Thank you!

If you’re posting your fill elsewhere, consider including a teaser to catch people’s attention! If you’re posting on AO3, we have a ‘Community: be_compromised’ tag and a promptathon collection available if you like those sorts of things. If you’re posting on tumblr, let us know or tag it with ‘clintasha’ so we can find it and reblog on the be_compromised tumblr. We want people to be able to find and appreciate your fills <3

There’s no length requirement on fanworks submitted. You can create drabbles or epics, vids, art, fanmixes, anything at all; it’s just all about getting creative! Fills do not have to be complete or completed during the promptathon. You can fill as many prompts as you want, and prompts can be filled multiple times by whoever wants to fill them. You can fill more than one prompt in one fill, or make a series out of fills for various prompts. Zero pressure; all fun.

QUESTIONS AND SQUEE

We have a general thread for comments, questions, and general chat as the first comment thread in this post. We welcome reactions, discussion, and cheerleading in replies to prompts and fills. (This is where posting each prompt separately and labelling the subject line of fills helps to keep things organised.) We also have a be_compromised discord server if you prefer a chatroom-style space. (Although as above, all prompts and fills will be in this post as a one-stop shop.) Commenting, cheerleading, and enthusiasm is a huge part of fandom and you are very welcome to join in! Yes, even if you don’t post any prompts or fills.

GENERAL RULES

Our Community Rules apply to this event. To summarise: > No character or ship bashing. This is a positive fandom space. > No plagiarism, or use of AI please - we want to see what YOU create. > Please no RPF (Real Person Fanfiction) or any gossip/speculation about actors’ off-screen non-work lives, as the primary focus of this community is fictional characters. > Please include a rating for fanworks and a warning OR ‘choose not to warn’. > Be kind and have fun!

If you have any questions about anything please feel free to ask! The easiest way is to use the questions thread, which is in the first comment to this post, or ask on the Discord server (‘general’ thread). Your mods are inkvoices, CloudAtlas, and gsparkle.

OKAY THEN , LET’S GET PROMPTING!