#natasha romanoff x gn! reader

[gingiesworld]

I Don’t Want To Spend One More Christmas Without You

Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

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18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N and Natasha had spent the last Christmas separated by the Atlantic Ocean, while Nat was overseas on a mission with Steve, Y/N remained in the tower, training Wanda with her hand to hand combat, with the help of Vision.

With Christmas coming nearer too, Y/N was getting ready for another lonely Christmas.

“You don’t know if that is what he is going to ask!” Nat yelled as Y/N chuckled dryly, pausing their movements against the punching bag.

“We both know that is why Fury wants to see you.” Y/N told her. “He wants to send his best agent on a mission, completely neglecting the fact that she has a family now!”

“Y/N, that is not fair.” She told them firmly.

“No, being with someone and not getting to spend the holidays with them, that isn’t fair.” They told her. “I just want to make memories with the love of my life, that is what I want to do and whatever mission he sends you on next is stopping that.”

“You would do the same if you were being called up.” She pointed at them as they shook their head no.

“I guess that’s where you and I differ.” They told her as they started to unwrap their hands. “I would stay here, for you, but I guess that I am just not worth it.” She watched as they walked away, their shoulders slumped in defeat. She took a deep breath before heading to Fury’s office, already knowing the reason why he is calling on her.

“Moscow, Russia. There have been some leaks about an underground gang who have ties with Hydra.” Fury passed her the file. “We need you to fly out tonight, you and Steve.”

“I can’t.” Nat told him as she put the file down.

“Excuse me?” He boomed as he slammed his hand on the desk.

“It’s christmas eve.” She told him. “I already worked Christmas last year and I can’t do that again.”

“Why?” He raised his brow as he questioned her.

“I have a family and I can’t do that to them again.” She told him. “So I have to decline.”

“You don’t really have a choice, Romanoff.” He told her sternly.

“I’m afraid I do have a choice.” She told him. “If I am still needed for this mission, then it can wait a few days. I'm sure the gang will still be there, but I will need Y/L/N assigned to it with me. So send me the file in a few days and we will go from there.” With that she left the office, heading straight to the room she shared with Y/N.

“I guess you’re here to pack.” They remarked as they dried their hair.

“Not yet.” She told them. “We have a few days to pack. Besides, we need to make memories.”

“I don’t understand.” Y/N spoke unsurely as Nat approached them, cupping their face in her hands.

“I am not going yet.” She told them. “I told Fury that we will go in a few days, not right now because we have memories to make.”

“So, you're staying for Christmas?” They asked her excitedly.

“I don’t want to spend one more Christmas without you.” She told them, smiling widely as they picked her up and spun her around in their arms, her laughter filling the room at their excitement.

“Oh my, I love you so much.” They whispered as they kissed her softly.

“I love you more.” She whispered as they pulled away.

“Not possible.” They smiled before handing her some comfys. “Now, go and shower, we have christmas movies to watch.” They told her as they ushered her into the bathroom as they went for the snacks and soda.

“So, what movie are we watching?” She asked them.

“The Santa Clause. All three of them.” Y/N told her as she lay beside them on the bed, smiling as she watched their excitement.

“What happened to Santa’s body?” She asked them. “He’s supposed to be dead.”

“That’s a little morbid now.” Y/N teased her, making her laugh as she pushed them lightly.

“You know what I mean.” She told them. “He just fell from the roof.”

“Well, that’s the magic of Christmas.” They told her with a smirk as she watched the sack of presents appear magically.

“That’s fucked up.” She spat as she watched a fireplace appear out of nowhere as Santa managed to squeeze through a tight pipe. “How the hell could he fit in that?”

“Magic.” Y/N smirked as Nat turned to them, a serious expression on her face.

“If I hear that word come out of your mouth one more time, I’m going to have Wanda use her magic and throw you through a wall.” She told them as Y/N decided to throw the food from between away before hovering above her, a smile on their face.

“You are magic.” They whispered with a serious expression making her laugh before kissing her deeply, enjoying the rest of the night as they watched more movies with stolen kisses. Their first real christmas together.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Their Little Shark

Wandanat x neurodivergent!GN!reader

Summary: You're taken on a date to your favorite place; the aquarium.

Word count: 377

Warnings: very fluffy, r is spoiled, r refers to Wanda as Mommy and Natasha as Daddy

Authors note: @scarlethexelove said one thing and I scurried off to make this.

Going to the aquarium with Mommy!Wanda and Daddy!Natasha because your special interest is ocean life, but sharks are your favorite!

The two of them listen intently to your ramblings, loving every second of it as you smile so bright up at the sharks swimming overhead. Pointing out each one and stating various facts.

Wanda has to stop you every so often to take a drink of water as to not get a sore throat. Both of them know you could do this all day and they'd be more than happy with it, but they want to go to the gift shop before it closes.

You're reluctant until Natasha says you can pick out whatever you want which you should have known would be the case. You grab every shark plush that you can carry. Pointing and whining at the various shark onesie.

“Detka you've been talking all day use your words.” Wanda speaks delicately. She can tell you're hitting your wall now that the day is coming to an end.

“Please Mommy want the onesies.” You speak softly, not wanting the other patrons nearby to hear you. Luckily it's enough as Wanda grabs a few in her hands, two long sleeved ones and two short sleeved ones.

“Is that everything little shark?” Nat asks wrapping an arm around your waist. You beam up at her and nod.

“Yes Daddy! Thank you!” You push up on your tiptoes to give her a big kiss on the cheek and as you head for the cashier you see it.

You push all of the plushies into Natasha's arms and run over to this huge bin. Filled up with oversized plushies of various sea life.

A giant whale shark.

You just barely see it in the middle of the bin and have to dig for it, which Wanda immediately runs over to catch the other blushes that are going to fall out as you happily hug the whale shark that's almost as big as you.

On the ride home you're surrounded by your new friends, all snuggly in your onesie and sleeping with a smile on your face while hugging the whale shark tightly.

"Do you think it was worth it Tasha?" Wanda, who was partly turned in the passenger seat, questioned her wife.

“It was worth every penny.” Natasha said, looking at you through the rear view mirror.

[teaaagan]

Hug

Y/N: Do you need a hug?

Natasha, upset: WHAT DO YOU THINK??

Natasha: *Storms off*

Y/N:

Natasha, coming back: Yes please, I’m sorry

[natromi]

Flowers Help A Girl Out

Prompt: “I got you flowers..”

Natasha Romanoff, the scariest assassin, is not so scary when she's next to you, watching a movie wrapped around you. Even less scary when she's conflicted over what to gift you for your first date.

Warnings: Absolutely none. Pure fluff. Soft clueless Nat needs to be appreciated!!

Word Count: 340, to be honest it feels like more lmao

Natasha struggled to understand how gifts worked. Would you like chocolates? Or flowers? Or maybe you didn't like gifts at all?

...Okay, maybe, she might have been better off asking you what you liked for reference, saving her the embarrassment of looking through the grocery store, overwhelmed by the amount of things she could gift to you. But that would've ruined the whole thing, wouldn't it? She wanted it to be secret, wanted it to surprise you, and asking you would be no fun.

If she could, she would've gifted you the moon and everything you asked for after, in that order, so that you'd know how much you meant to her, but alas, she could not get the moon anytime soon, and the deadline was for tonight. At last, she chose the flowers, the same colour as your eyes as she drove back home.

You both had planned to go on a film binge watch, a date you called it. She had never been to a date, so to say she was anxious would've been an understatement. Sure, she had been on dates, technically, but none were meaningful to her, and all were for missions she didn't want to do. This one was genuine, this one she wanted to do with her whole heart.

As she arrived, she saw you all ready for the date, an excited smile on her face as she closed the front door and placed her shoes near the entrance, making her way over to the couch, where you were, as she sat down and pulled the flowers.

“I got you flowers..“

With an anxious smile she waited for your answer, her eyes sparkling with the soft lightning from the window's moon as you accepted the flowers and gave her a hug. Soon enough you both would be cuddling and everything would be alright.

She loved you more than she loved looking at the stars on a cold night. More than she loved Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches on a relaxing day. She loved you.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Solnyshko - Natasha Romanoff x gn!Reader

A/N: I really really wanted to write a small thing for Natasha, so here we are. I set this in a 2012ish era, which is why the Avengers live at the Tower and such. I might do something more with this Reader and their powers in a future story as well.

Also, solnyshko means little sun in Russian. It’s the only potentially gendered language in the fic

Dividers by @/whimsicalrogers

CW: fluff, language, soft Natasha, Natasha speaks Russian, Reader is a former SHIELD agent, Reader has powers, failed missions, mentions of blood and injury, very very light angst, a forehead kiss, soft ending, probably ooc Natasha

640 words

“Hey, Nat,” you greet the red-haired Avenger with a sleepy smile. “Early morning, huh?”

“Good morning, solnyshko.” Natasha smiles back at you, handing you a cup of tea. “I should be saying that to you. You look like you’re still half-asleep.”

You laugh and rub the back of your neck, taking a sip of your drink. “I feel like it. I dunno how you can do early morning missions. I feel like shit.”

Natasha just smiles and pulls out a seat for you at the table.

You’re a former SHIELD agent. One of Barton’s old teammates. You’ve known Natasha since the day she joined.

Now you’re an unofficial member of the new team. The big team. You deal with the remnants of SHIELD for them and they help you train your powers.

You don’t have anything really special. No magic or anything. But your light powers come in handy for making illusions and you’ve been called in several times to help out with Loki when he comes to Earth. So all in all, you’re not complaining.

You take a seat at the table and enjoy the bits of morning you have. You’re leaving in an hour and you want to savor your last moments with the team.

Well, the members of the team who are up. Cap comes in before his morning run, but doesn’t stick around for long. Tony passes through briefly to grab a cup of coffee. The others, you know they won’t be up for another couple of hours at least.

So you enjoy your morning with Natasha. It’s been a while since you and her chatted, and you enjoy the conversation.

Eventually your time is up.

“Wish me luck,” you tell her with a wry smile.

She laughs and gives you a fond look. “You’ll do great. You’re our best, after all.”

You laugh at that and head on out.

Your return isn’t nearly as happy or cheerful.

The mission was a failure. Despite your best efforts, your target got the jump on you and shot you four times. You’d barely made the journey back, your wounds bleeding profusely.

By the time you’re sent to the medbay, you’re woozy with loss of blood. Your steps are sluggish and you lean against the wall for support.

There’s a voice calling your name. Then arms sliding under you, scooping you up.

There’s hair as red as blood brushing against your face. And then your eyes shut.

When you open them again, you’re in your room at the Tower. Your body aches like hell, but you can feel all your limbs.

You shift your arm, your muscles groaning in protest. Still, you force yourself up a bit, before a hand on your shoulder stops you.

“You gotta lie down.” It’s Natasha, looking rather tired and weary. “Doctor’s orders.”

“Fuck the doctor,” you mutter, trying to get up further.

Natasha gently pushes you back down. “Not the time, solnyshko.”

You don’t resist further. Instead, you sigh and stare up at the ceiling. “The mission failed.”

“It wasn’t your fault. We had bad intel.” She toys with the sleeve of your shirt. “Our inside man was a double agent.”

“Still. I could’ve done better.”

She gently flicks your forehead. “Don’t play that game. You did what you could. Getting shot like that would put anyone out of commission.”

You look at her. At her red-as-blood hair. “Even you?”

She smiles faintly. “Even me.”

It makes you feel a bit better and you nod. “Thanks.”

She leans in and kisses your forehead. “Always.”

A yawn overtakes you and you groan softly. Natasha laughs a little. “Go back to sleep. Your wounds need time to heal.”

You yawn again and nod, letting your eyes close. “Goodnight, Nat.”

Her fingers find yours and she gives your hand a light squeeze. “Goodnight, solnyshko. Sweet dreams.”

[esmerxyaugusta]

y/n: *lying on the floor*

nat: *walks by*

nat: what are you doing?

y/n: im wounded *pretends to die*

nat: what hurt you?

y/n: im wounded by love *coming back from the dead then dies again*

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 28 - Forced Intox

pairing: Mob boss!WandaNat x sub!Reader

summary: You drink, and keep drinking. All courtesy of your girlfriends, of course. They have some fun with you, and you just bask in the feeling of being utterly drunk while they command your body however they please.

content warnings: reader has a penis, alcohol, very dubious consent, cunnilingus

word count: 1.4k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

A/N: Any scene or kink with dubious consent should be discussed before actually participating in the kink or scene.

People. All you could see, feel, or touch were people. They were packed in around you as soon as you entered the door, the low lighting of the club causing you to squint your eyes as you tried to focus. 

Fuck, you shouldn’t have used the main entrance.

You can barely see, the scent of alcohol and weed hitting you as music thrums strongly in the air. The floor is slightly sticky, and you grimace as you make your way towards the second floor, where you were meeting your girlfriends.

They took good care of you, truly. But the only thing you hated about their job was the ridiculously lavish and crowded parties they threw. You understood why they threw them, of course, but you still didn’t like them. 

“Right this way,” a man says, and you turn to see one of the security team next to you. You feel your body relax as relief floods you, your girlfriends only employed the best and most trusted individuals they knew. The training process alone only let the most qualified candidates through, so you allowed the man to gently grab your elbow as a team of security surrounded you. 

Slowly, you made your way towards the staircase, avoiding the stumbling drunk people around you. God, you needed a shot, it was stifling to be in this environment sober. 

As you ascend the stairs, you search for the signature hair color of your girlfriends. Wanda liked her hair more auburn, while Natasha preferred a darker red, and you smiled when you saw them next to each other, engaged in a conversation. 

“Thank you,” you murmured, the team of security dispersing as the man gently led you over to where your girlfriends were waiting. 

Two pairs of green eyes meet yours, and you smile as they turn their full attention to you. God, you’d been looking forward to seeing them all day. The only thing you wanted was their hands around you and a beer to sip on. 

“Darling,” Wanda greets you, pulling you in by the belt and kissing you firmly. You feel yourself harden slightly at the action, and you know that she can feel it as she presses her body against you.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Natasha says, and you feel Wanda break the kiss to chuckle against your neck, her hands hot around your waist. You smile at her, your hand reaching past Wanda to bring her in for a slight hug. 

“Missed you.” The words are whispered, but your girlfriends hear them. 

Natasha smirks, pulling away slightly to wave her hand at someone you can’t see. Wanda remains wrapped around you, her hands grabbing your waist tightly as she kisses your neck. You hold her, your body relaxing as you watch a bartender hand Natasha a tray. 

Smiling, you take in the three shots and your favorite beer on the tray. 

“Vodka,” Natasha says, gently touching Wanda’s shoulder and pulling her away from you.

“Are we taking these together?” 

Wanda laughs at your question, holding one of the shots as Natasha holds the other two. You smile as you take the offered shot, confusion growing when Wanda simply looks at you, tilting her head as she glances at the shot in your hand.

“No,” Natasha says, moving closer to wrap her hand around the back of your neck. It’s possessive, and you feel yourself grow even harder, your hands moving to cover your bulge slightly. “These are all for you, pet.”

Your eyes widen at the name, and you feel Wanda’s hand on yours. She moves the shot towards your lips, leaning in to whisper in your ear. 

“Be good for us, darling. Take the shot, we want you fuzzy tonight.”

At her command, you take the shot. Before you can set the glass down, Natasha is pressing the next one in your hand, her eyes dark as she watches you gulp it down. 

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter, wiping your lips. Vodka burns, your throat feeling warm as Wanda presses the final shot into your hand. 

“Come on, pet,” Natasha says, smirking at you as she opens your beer for you. “One more shot, you know you want it.”

Well, you can’t argue with that logic. You feel yourself twitching in your pants at her commanding tone, and down the shot while ignoring the way Wanda glances down at your crotch. 

“Good job,” Wanda murmurs, her lips returning to your neck. 

You accept the beer that Natasha gives you, wrapping your fingers around the cold bottle as you feel your face heat up from the alcohol. The room is already growing hazier, and you feel yourself relax as a grin spreads on your face. 

Without protest, you allow yourself to be pulled into the VIP section of the club, the atmosphere quieter but no less intense than the general club area. 

At some point, you find yourself on a couch. Natasha and Wanda are next to you, her hands wandering as you groan and feel yourself grow harder. They don’t seem to mind, Wanda’s leg thrown over yours as her thigh presses lightly against your bulge. 

It’s pleasant, the room blurry as your eyes begin to glaze over. Your head is fuzzy, and your ears ring slightly as another bottle is placed in your hands. How many drinks have you had now?

You can’t remember, but Wanda’s fingers are tipping the bottle against your lips and you swallow, blushing at the praises that drop from Natasha’s lips as you do. There are hands all over you, and you can feel yourself straining in your boxers, your need obvious to everyone in the room. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, pet,” Natasha says, her voice playful as you turn to look at her with bleary eyes. Your face is flushed, your lips parted slightly as she presses another shot into your hands. “This is what you wanted, remember?”

Of course you wanted this. That’s right, Natasha would never lie to you. 

“Keep drinking,” Wanda mumbles, her hand guiding yours as you down the shot, grimacing at the taste and sipping your beer to mask the burn. You can feel yourself slipping further, the edges of your vision fading as you bask in the attention and closeness of your two favorite people. 

At some point, you confess your love to them both. You barely remember it, your words quiet and your eyes shining as Wanda giggles while Natasha smiles at you and places another beer in your hand. Your tongue doesn’t even process the taste anymore, but you somehow manage to keep drinking. 

By the end of the night, you’ve been pulled into a dark room. You think it’s an office of some sort, most likely Wanda’s. It’s hard to tell though, as you’re focused on how fuzzy and pliant you feel, your body pressed against the couch cushions while Natasha and Wanda shower you with affection. Wanda is on top of you, kissing you softly as you moan into her mouth, her lips tasting like cherries and vodka. Natasha is near your waist, her mouth eagerly sucking on your hard length, pleasure thrumming through your veins. 

You barely register your orgasm, the pleasure blurring and mixing with the weightless feeling in your limbs, your mind fuzzy as you buck your hips and bask in the feeling of Wanda’s mouth moving against yours. You remember moaning, your eyes closing slightly as the room begins to sway and spin. 

Fuck. Wanda is on top of you, fucking herself on your hard length. You can smell her arousal as she does, Natasha’s fingers resting in your mouth as you suck on them. You moan at the feeling of Natasha’s lips against your neck, your hips pinned to the couch by Wanda’s thighs as she grabs your waist for support and grinds with your cock inside her. 

It’s perfect, and you let the pleasure consume you. 

The next thing you remember is Natasha pouring another shot into your mouth, your eyes blurry as you try and focus on something. Somebody is saying something, but you can’t quite hear it, the ringing in your ears too loud. 

Pleasure. 

Your throat burns, your cock hard and tired at the same time. Someone’s arousal is smeared on your lips, and you smile stupidly. A shower? You’re nude, being held up by strong arms as a heavily accented voice speaks to you. Not that you can understand it, but you nod along anyway. 

It’s perfect, and exactly what you need. It’s everything you asked for.

—

You wake up the next morning, your head pounding as you snuggle more into the two warm bodies wrapped around you. Your voice is weak as you thank them, a wave of tiredness washing over you as Wanda’s fingers card through your hair. Natasha praises you, her voice low and her hands strong as they rub your back. 

You wouldn’t trade this for anything.

[diaryoflife]

Y/N: Just realized there’s nothing stopping me from drinking a lava lamp.

*Natasha sighs and hits the back of Y/N’s head whilst the team laughs*

[ncis-nerd]

Desperate Bunny

Note- Did not proofread. I think I called Nat daddy once but Wanda is daddy, Nat is mommy and Carol is captain.

Ship: Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Degradation, small use of feminine pet names, aftercare, fluff. Reader has a uterus.

About: What happens when y/n is needy and tries to be slick about it? Wanda teaches them a lesson. Fluff and aftercare after!!

Wanda smiled as her fingers brushed along y/n's face. "Awe, is our dumb little puppy needy?" The redhead cooed. Y/n whimpered in response. Carol and Nat huffed. "Of course they are, look how they're just rutting themself on my boot. So pathetic" Carol growled. Y/n desperately rode Carol's once shiny boots, now covered in her sticky wetness. "They're definitely cleaning this later" Carol mumbled to Nat. Carol lifted her boot, causing it to hit y/n's clit. They gasp softly and plead. "Please Carol, please. I need it, please captain-" they spew out. Carol smirks "Captain?" Y/n began to blush in embarrassment, their face turnt tomato red. "Awe our dumb little slut gets flustered so easily" Wanda murmured. "Stupid mutt doesn't even know what they're begging for." Nat hissed.

Y/n continued chasing their high, attempting to get off before anyone could notice. Unfortunately, their act was not subtle and was put to a stop immediately "The dumb whore thinks they can do whatever they please, get off whenever they want. They don't know their body belongs to us and we're the only ones that can bring it pleasure." Nat growled.

Wanda snaked her arms around y/n, lifting up, to her level. "Ladies I think we need to teach our puppy a lesson." Wanda purred, caressing y/n's body. Her arms light as a feather, enough to leave y/n squirming in their place. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, baby?" Carol inquired. Pressing a soft kiss against Wanda's lips. Wanda pulled away, and glanced towards Nat, motioning for her to get closer. "I think..." Wanda whispered, dragging the two closer, all y/n could hear were a bunch of hushed voices, they whined, not liking being excluded. "it's okay detka" one of the woman's voices said in a comforting tone. Nat left the room, y/n looked at Wanda confused, scrambling their brain to figure out what the three were planning.

Nat returned with rope and a vibrator in her hands, Carol began to move y/n to the bed. Nat started to tie up y/n and moved closer to their eye. Whispering "if you need to stop at anytime, you can call your safewords. Remind me what they are, my love?" Nat asked, her words tickling against y/n's ear. Y/n, stuck in their thoughts, neglects to hear Nat. "Honey?" Nat pulled away, looked at y/n concerned. This caught y/n's attention, "yes mommy?" Y/n squeaked. "Angel, I asked to hear your safewords." Nat said. "Red if I want to stop completely, Yellow to slow down and green means I'm okay." Y/n spoke. "You're doing great baby, if you need to stop then call red, detka." Nat praised.

Once Nat finished tying up y/n, Wanda turned on the vibrator that was between their legs all the way up. Y/n jerked immediately, squirming and moving all over the bed. "So responsive, so sensitive" Carol noticed. "What's the matter baby, thought you wanted more? Didn't you wanna cum, puppy?" Wanda pouted with fake sympathy and teasing y/n. They nodded in response, "p-please daddy, please- can i cum- gonna cum.." they exclaimed. "Oh..don't worry little one, your daddy decided that since you want to get off so badly, you can cum as much as you want baby." Nat smirked.

A few orgasms later, y/n was realizing what Wanda's true plan was. To make them cum as until they're begging her to stop. Until it's too much. "Have you had enough yet, puppy?" Wanda cooed, going over to y/n and admiring the tears dripping down their face. "So wet, is that for us detka?" Carol mumbled, her hands running all around y/n's soft body. "Of course it is, the whore loves this." Nat purred, latching onto y/n's nipple. Biting it softly and tugging on it. Her tongue circled their breast, coating it in saliva. Nat moved away and flicked the bud with her finger. Y/n groaned softly, arching they back and moving towards their daddy's touch. Nat smirked in response, noticing y/n's little show.

"Did you learn your lesson puppy?" Wanda spoke, moving the vibrator and putting it directly on their clit. Y/n squealed "Daddy, too much!!" They exhaled in a shakily breathe. Wanda continued, for one final orgasm. They felt that rush come over them and whined they still felt the vibrator on them. Wanda let them ride out their high, then turned off the vibrator.

Y/n laid spaced out, sprawled all over the bed. "God look at our little slut." Carol admired. "So pretty, only we can make you this way. Isn't that right baby?" Wanda cooed, not expecting a response as you were entering subspace. Nat began to loosen y/n and left little kisses on her wrists and legs that were previously tied up. Carol went to get water and lotion for their wrists, Wanda put the toys away, to be cleaned up at a later time.

A cold washcloth touched y/n's skin, they whimpered and tried to move away from the cold piece of cloth. "Shh.. it's okay detka. You did so good my love. Let mommy clean you up, hm? No more playing, all done." Wanda whispered, looking at y/n. Admiring the mess they made out of their angel, before cleaning them up. The cloth dragged through y/n's folds, they continued to whine but no longer protested and allowed Wanda to clean them up.

Carol walked in with the water and lotion. She joined y/n on the bed, pulling them into her lap after putting the lotion on them. She held the opened bottle to their mouth "Drink, baby." She murmured. Y/n took large sips. "'M so proud of you my love, ya know that?" Carol praised.

The three woman cuddled y/n. Y/n was in the middle of Wanda and Nat, their head pressed against Wanda's chest, legs intertwined with the redheads' legs. Hands drawing shapes on Wanda's unclothed stomach. Wanda smirked. Carol held Nat, and the four fell asleep.

"Still feeling floaty babes?" Carol spoke in nothing louder than a whisper. Y/n hummed in response, looking around. The bed felt lighter, Wanda and Nat were nowhere to be found. "They went to food babes." Carol spoke, noticing the way y/n was searching the room, scanning their eyes for the pair that were gone. "Wanna watch a movie in the living room, baby?" Y/n nodded against Carol's chest. As Carol stood up, she nodded y/n still laying in the bed. "Cmon babes, get up." Carol spoke. Y/n whined and did grabby hands, reaching for Carol. "Oh? Want me to carry you, bunny?" Carol questioned. Y/n nodded. Carol bent down and lifted y/n, they wrapped their legs around Carol, laying their head on Carol's head. They signed in contempt. "Oh is this more comfortable, bunny?" Carol smirked, carrying them to the living room. Carol put them down on the couch, they whined in response, from the loss of touch. "I'll be right there detka, let me just grab the remote" Carol promised, seeing y/n's distress.

"Want popcorn babes?" Carol spoke, turning on the television. Y/n shook their head and whined, they just wanted Carol. The captain laughed in response and joined them on the cough. "My clingy baby, so cuddly. Like a koala." Carol teased. Y/n hid their face in embarrassment. "Hey, hey. No need to be shy, bunny. Let me see your pretty face. Hm?" Carol cooed, removing y/n's hands from their face. "Ah! There you are, my gorgeous little bunny. What to you wanna watch baby?" Carol asked, scrolling though the list of movies. When scrolling, y/n's favorite movie comes up. Immediately, they point at the screen "Tangled!!" They exclaimed. Carol laughed at this "Oh, so you can speak now? Hmm.. are you pointing at Tom and Jerry? I can't quite tell what you're pointing at. Can you repeat that, bunny? Carol teased, wanting to hear more of their voice. "I said-" They were cut off, being attacked with tickles by Carol. They squealed. "Carol!!", squirming, breathlessly.

Wanda and Nat walked into the house with a brown baggie filled with Chinese takeout. The redhead met the eyes of the green eyed spy and smiled when they heard the voice of y/n laughing. Wanda dropped the baggie on the counter and they went to investigate. They were greeted with the sight of Carol on top of y/n, trapping them beneath her and tickling them. "So this is what you did while we were gone?" Nat teased Carol. "Hey, what could I say? They are just so tickleable!" Carol exclaimed. Wanda sat next to them on the couch "Tickleable? Huh.. Don't think that's a word detka." Wanda spoke, leaving a kiss on the captain's forehead and latching onto y/n's hand. "Hm, how is our bunny doing? You still light or out for subspace, honey?" Nat asked, sitting next to the others. Carol got off of y/n. Giving them some space to answer. "I'm here, I'm back. Still feel a little light though, more cuddly though." Y/n spoke, as their tummy growled. Suddenly, they noticed the smell of low mein and shrimp wontons. "Mm that smells so good.. you got my favorite!" Y/n spoke, happily. "Mhm, only the best for our bunny." Wanda hummed, leading them to the kitchen. The movie long forgotten about.

A/N: If you liked the fic then heart, reblog and comment!! This is not apart of my series inspired by song titles au.

[scarletts-scribbles]

Hold Your Breath

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: First fic so be gentle with me! Just some fluff :)

⁀➷ Summary: You make sure Nat knows her scars are nothing to be ashamed of.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Come on, this water’s amazing.” You smiled widely as you let yourself fall backwards, the water holding you tightly as you floated gently on the surface. 

You loved to swim. You’d swam since being young, an outlet for your stress. It was a way to train, a way to relax, somewhere to unwind. So, to say you were excited when Natasha had finally agreed to come along with you this time was an understatement. 

Of course, you’d asked her before, using both the excuse of training and quality time. She’d never really jumped at the opportunity before, and you’d just simply presumed she wasn’t overly fond of the water - you wouldn’t hold it against her given her past.  

It’s why you’d chosen Stark’s roof-top pool in the first place. It was private, secluded. A trusted place to let her guard down. It was a hot day, the rays of the sun danced on the water's surface, and you found yourself running into the pool the second you threw your towel aside. A child-like excitement coming over you at the contact of the cold water. 

“You coming in Natty?” You swam over to the side, treading water as you asked her to join you again. You’d asked earlier but she had been a little slow to reply and you figured she just wanted to adjust to the setting, so you didn’t complain when she made herself comfortable on one of the loungers by the poolside.  

“Yeah.” Natasha nodded and she stood up. Yet she hesitated at the water's edge, her eyes flickering nervously down toward the swimsuit she wore beneath her robe. Her hands lingered on the belt to undo it, her fingers fidgeting with the silk fabric. 

You knew that beneath the composed exterior she always wore, there was a vulnerability she rarely exposed. She could see it in her the way she bit the corner of her lip, her eyes staring at you in a silent apology. 

“‘Tasha…” You began, pulling yourself out of the water, your wet hand coming to cup the redhead’s cheek, “You know I love every part of you.” 

You whispered, gently helping her undo the knot, the silk fabric falling slowly down her shoulders revealing her soft skin. Soft skin, which was broken up by jagged scars, some were old, some new. Memories of past battles and missions alike. They were part of her. They were her. And you meant what you said, you loved every part of her. 

Your fingers came to gently trace along the lines, slowly moving down as more of the robe relaxed and fell. “You’re beautiful.”  

Natasha’s anxious eyes softened as she took in your words, her hand coming to find your own. She took a deep breath, trying to embrace vulnerability, “They’re not pretty.”  

“Every part of you is pretty.” You murmured against her neck, littering her skin in gentle kisses, “You don’t ever need to feel ashamed of these. They all tell stories, they’re part of you, you don’t ever need to hide them around me.” Her robe fell to the floor as you finished, she smiled, her lips coming to meet yours as she pulled you closer towards her. 

“You’re my whole world y’know that.” Natasha blushed as she pulled away from you, holding the way of your wet hair as she kept your foreheads pressed together. 

“And you’re mine too.” You looked down at her hand in your own, bringing it up to kiss her palm before stepping back to admire her stunning black bathing suit, her flawless body never failing to make you swoon. 

You turned your back to the water, keeping her hand in yours as you slowly lowered yourself back down into the pool, “Come on, let’s go enjoy the water baby.” 

✧･ﾟ: *

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*Wanda walks into a room excited*

Wanda: hey guys! Did you know if you heat up a knife enough you can cut a loaf of bread and have instant toast!

Tony: imagine stabbing someone with that!

Natasha: well the knife would burn through the nerve receptors so it wouldn't be very effective.

Y/n: *cuddle up against Natasha* it's effective if you want information.

Wanda: why do that when you can have toast!? 😟

[gingiesworld]

Gingie's Kinktoberfest

Hey awesome people, this is my first ever Kinktober event and I hope you all will enjoy what I have in store with a range of characters from Lizzie with appearances of Nat and Maria too. The list and dates they will be released are as below.

1st: MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: It has been a while since Wanda has had an orgasm so she asks her best friend for a helping had.

3rd: Natasha Romanoff x Porn Star Avenger (Amab! R) Summary: Reader is a porn star and Natasha is a secret fan, especially when she learns that the masked crusader on the hub is indeed her fellow Avenger

5th: Therese Raquin x Fem Reader Summary: Therese is unhappily married to Camille and she has always had feelings for reader who was also part owner of the pub. So one night when Therese decides to let loose and have some fun, she finally takes what she wants.

7th: Gerri Fields x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Gerri Fields still goes to college a virgin where she meets an old school friend she used to admire before graduation. The two soon start to date and Gerri asks them to be her first.

9th: Maria Hill x Lower Level Agent Reader(Amab! R) Summary: Maria is on a mission with reader who makes one tiny mistake and she is fast enough to berate them on the way back to headquarters. But Reader stands up for themselves which soon turns into something more ;)

11th: Step sister Wanda x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda visits her step sibling in the city and they offer to take her to a club. The two soon get drunk and Wanda finds herself dancing seductively which doesn't help with the tension that was between them before ;)

13th: Jane Banner x Mob Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Jane Banner was always the one who wore the trousers but that was until she met Y/N. The mob boss who she was trying to take down. Soon finding herself tied to their bed as they used her for their pleasure.

15th: Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Readers favourite place to be is between the Infamous Black Widow's legs. Pleasing her until she squirts.

17th: Step mom Wanda x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda overheard Y/N screaming her name only to walk in on them jerking themselves off to the sinful thoughts of their step mom.

21st: Innocent Wanda x Step Parent GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda comes home after being dumped by her boyfriend since high school in search of comfort. Soon receiving more than she never knew she needed from Reader

23rd: Maria Hill x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: At one of Tony's parties, exes bump into each other and soon fall into old habits.

25th: Assistant Wanda x CEO Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Reader requests a little bit more off of their assistant and she is more than ready to comply as they bend her over the desk.

27th: Bratty Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Natasha decides to be blunt and abrupt with reader who doesn't care for it, especially when she is cocky and disrepectful in front of their friends.

29th: Wanda Maximoff x Stripper Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda hires Reader claiming it is for a Bachelorette party which turns out to be sex party for all of her friends.

31st: WandaNat x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Both Wanda and Nat are persuing reader thinking they are clueless but they are loving the attention a little too much.

18+ MINORS DNI

HAPPY KINKTOBER BUDDIES!!!

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

I can never stop thinking about soft Nat.

Her coming home from a tough day or mission and looking so unsure of herself.

“Hi baby.”

Nat just swaying in the entrance not knowing how to accept your comfort.

“Come sit Natty.”

After a lot of reassurance, she ends up with her head laying on your lap, as you run your hands through her hair gently until she falls asleep.

You're sat on the couch, reading a book and a drink in hand when she walks through the door. Looking over your shoulder, you saw it immediately. The sway she had when standing there in the threshold of your house.

"Hi baby. Come here. Come sit Natty." You pat the spot next to you as you set down your book and glass.

She stumbles over, stripping out of the confining suit you knew she hated. She grabbed the set of clothes you left by the door like you always did, but she didn't make any moves to actually put on the clothes in her hands.

You could already tell just what that meant as she made herself comfortable in your lap rather than beside you.

Arms wrapped around her waist while her own wrapped around your shoulders. Her face tucked in against your neck; breathing you in like she hadn't done it in a long time (she only left this morning).

You smile, letting your nails gently rake up and down her skin.

If anyone else saw this, they'd probably find it sexual, the Black Widow, naked, on your lap. This was probably most men's and women's dreams, but this wasn't sexual at all to Natasha or to you.

This was comfort.

This was grounding.

This was home.

Eventually you get her into the clothes you had provided with some protest and the two of you switch positions.

Tasha's head ends up in your lap as you watch her favorite spy movies.

Your fingers delicately run through her hair until you hear the soft little snores she lets out.

You can't help but smile down at your girlfriend–fiancee. You were still getting used to that.

This is home.

[teaaagan]

Natasha

Y/N: *laying on a pool chair unconscious*

Carol, panicking: They're not breathing!

Wanda: I'll give them mouth to mouth!

Y/N: *opens one eye* Ew no! Let Natasha do it! *closes eye*

Peter:

Steve:

Wanda:

Bruce:

Carol:

Tony:...

Natasha: GET OUT OF THE WAY, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[ncsdlr]

A Ride

SMUT || MDNI+18

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: hook up? impulsive decisions, reader is in a gang but i didn't mention it in the fic, biker!reader, gn!reader but its suggested that they have a peen.

A/N: I'm starting to like how my summer break is going

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"Hey!"

Natasha turned her head to look at the biker at a stop light who yelled for her. She clutched her bag of groceries at her side as she eyed the biker.

"You wanna ride?" you asked, causally, as you revved your bike, glancing at the red light that still shone at you. "I got a spare helmet."

****

This was wrong. As an avenger, Natasha should know that an impulsive decision like this one was not the right move. But, in her head, she was like, "Ah, fuck it."

So here Natasha was, backpacking for a person she did not know the name of. She held on tightly to the biker's waist, her arms wrapped tightly around the person, while her hands were clasped together at the person's front.

You, on the other hand, were having the time of your life, smiling from ear to ear behind your helmet. Honestly, you didn't think Natasha would actually hop onto your bike and join you on your journey. Truly, you thought she would just walk away. But she did and now here you were.

Better get that wallet ready.

As you parked your bike, you twisted your body around and lifted Natasha off of her seat, placing her on the ground and then patting the top of her head like she were...a child.

You slid yourself off your bike, and removed your helmet, flinging your head around to get your hair to settle. You looked at Natasha and saw her visor aimed at you, a silhouette of her eyes behind it barely visible to you. You walked around your bike and stopped in front of Natasha, lifting the helmet off her head while she kept silent.

You didn't know if that was a good sign or not.

"I don't know if you've already eaten or not, but I'm hungry so we're gonna eat." You turned to the doorway to your favorite diner, grabbed Natasha's hand, and pulled her with you without much thought.

You turned bright red, but luckily Natasha couldn't see how your face replicated a tomato right about now. Natasha stared at your joined hands the whole way through the double doors of the diner.

Natasha stepped into pace with you, still gripping your hand while the both of you stood in the short line at the cashier. As your turn to order came, Natasha's other hand came to hold onto your bicep, resting her head there lightly too.

"...and Nat'll have," you turned Natasha, "What'll you have, hon'?"

"I'll have the burger with the fries," she smiled.

"That, yeah, that, uhm..."

The two of you found your seats in the back, a little secluded, but you expected it from Natasha. The food was served rather quickly and you dove into yours head first while Natasha watched you with curious eyes.

"You always eat like that?"

You looked up at Natasha halfway through a bite of your Bacon Cheeseburger, before pulling away and smacking the drool off your lips.

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm Y/N, by the way. I realized just know I never introduced myself." Natasha nodded, undressing her own burger and taking a bite out of it.

****

As an avenger, Natasha shouldn't be doing this. She really shouldn't be doing this.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

But she really didn't care.

"Oh, my god. I'm gonna cum!"

Sadistically, you shushed the redhead, "Shh, shh, you don't want the waiters out to know you're a whore, do you, Natasha?"

Natasha made a sound that resembled a 'no' or something like that. It's not like you cared to understand it anyway. Currently, you were focused on keeping your thrust perfectly rhythmic, the pleasure of the woman bent over the sink in front of you at the forefront of your mind.

"You're gonna cum, right?" Your fingers found the woman's clit between her slicked-up thighs, fondling it with your two middle fingers as you spoke, "Fucking cum, I fucking dare you."

with your free hand, you pulled one of Natasha's legs up and propped it over the sink, prompting her to hold herself up with a hand on the bathroom mirror. You had other plans, though, pulling Natasha back against your body by her throat as her leg settled, your thrusts remaining ever consistent, hitting that special spot deep inside her sodden cunt.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming so hard," came her choked warning.

"Do it, but be fucking quiet."

Natasha's body shook in your hold, her body nearly falling over as her legs quaked beneath her. Her screams were silent, her mouth falling open, her throat constricting to hold her moans in, her eyes screwing shut, her grip on the sink almost enough to crack it.

You kept your hips pistoning into her, slowly but deeply, watching Natasha's face in the mirror. She looked so fucking hot like that, sweaty and red and flustered. So hot, you thought.

"This means I win, right?" You panted.

Natasha breathed heavily, meeting your blown-out eyes, with her glossy ones, "Fuck you, you win."

You peck Natasha's shoulder softly, still looking into her eyes through the foggy mirror with a smug smirk, "A deal's a deal, I get to take you on a real date tomorrow."

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"You are not taking me here tomorrow."

"Why not?"

"Y/N, did you not see the way they were all looking at us when we left?!"

"Hey, that's your fault. I told you to be quiet!"

"I couldn't stay quiet!"

"That's kinda like saying I fucked you good."

"Shut up, just drive me back to the compound!"

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Jealousy Headcanons with Natasha Romanoff

A/N: I think these are the least toxic jealous headcanons I’ve written so far. Natasha just seems too self-aware for that, idk. Also, Natasha and Reader’s thing is sun-related nicknames and stuff. It’ll probably be a common theme among fics or stories for her just coz I like it so much

Dividers by @/whimsicalrogers

CW: denial of feelings, mild anger, distance, acceptance of feelings, this is kinda fluffy ngl, reconn/mild monitoring/very light stalking, confrontation, confession of feelings, slight possessiveness, maybe ooc Natasha?

Natasha Romanoff being jealous would include…

Denial

At first she’d deny it

She didn’t have feelings

She wasn’t jealous

She was just… angry

About you

Whenever you flirted with someone else

It was pure coincidence

Distance

Natasha starts to get distant

Not cold, just distant

Your hangouts and movie watching nights become stilted

Awkward

But she attends anyway

You’re the one good thing making your mark on her life

And she’ll be damned if she throws away your friendship

So she gets distant

But not cold

Acceptance

Eventually she’s self-aware enough to accept it

You’re her reason to keep going

Her sunlight through the clouds

And she misses your attention

Misses the way you’d flirt with her so casually

Back before she had the mind to flirt back

But she knows better now

Reconn

So she does reconn

She watches you

Monitors your behavior around others compared to her

Your speaking patterns

Nervous tics

Everything

It all leads back to either her or them

And she wants it to be her

Confrontation

Natasha is one of the few that actually confronts you about it

She’s blunt about it

Direct with her intentions

She wants to date you

To be sappy with you

Soft with you

She wants your sunshine in her life

And when you admit you want her too?

When you confess your reasons for flirting with another?

Well, she decides to make damn sure you never have to flirt with anyone else ever again

You’re her sunshine now