Too Important

If meant to be evil and mean... why be hot and give me back scratches and call me baby?🤨 I LOVE THIS NEW CHAPTER BTW INCREDIBLE, SHOWSTOPPING

the domestic realm

pairing: dark!nat/f!reader

summary:

“I’m hungry,” you mumble. “Go make me a sandwich.”

She scoffs, slipping her hand under your hoodie to scratch at your back. “You just set women back by, like, five decades.”

additional notes: sfw drabble, kidnapping, dark!nat but shes soft and lazy, stockholm syndrome central, dark domestic fluff redux

series: one, two, three, ao3

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𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

a/n: because @twilight-99-tm and I couldn't get needy top beefy!Natasha out of our heads.. really that's all, hope y'all like porn! Technically a part of my Kinktober, but it's not a request, I just wanted to write this really badly

warnings: 18+, minors DNI; smut; strap-on sex {r receiving}; sex from behind; kinda restraint just because Nat is really strong, but all consensual obviously; denial/teasing {Nat receiving}; dirty talk {mutual}; a little overstim at the end if you squint; pet names {Natasha calls R baby}

summary: When Natasha comes back one night, she needs to alleviate an ache which just so happens to manifest itself in the form of making sure you're taken care of

words: 1.1K

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“Please?”

Her words were so soft, way too whiny to be considered anywhere domineering. But her arms.. they kept you pinned in place, cheek pressed tight into the pillows below as your girlfriend practically rut against your backside. “I don’t know.. why should I?”

It was a cruel game you were playing, knowing she’d never do anything you said no to— but currently you were only saying no to torture Natasha. The thick length of her strap dragged back and forth between your folds, legs kept spread by the redhead’s strong thighs. “I know you want it as badly as I do… don’t be stubborn, malyshka.” Two groans rang in unison as the tip of her piece nudged against your clit, the devious part of the toy buried inside Natasha hitting a surprisingly sensitive spot. “I’ll fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. It’ll be so good, I promise, just— please.”

You hated denying her, especially when she was begging so sweetly in your ear, offering anything your heart desired if you’d just let her have this one thing, “But Natty…” Sleep was so close to claiming you when she’d come in, stealthily as ever. It was a mistake to think Natasha had come to bed so early just to cuddle with you, but you’d settled in her embrace easily, breathing in her sweet scent. When her slightly calloused hands began roaming your body, tugging at your flimsy sleep shorts, you knew you were done for. Something about your girlfriend coming to you so needy, so insistent that she couldn’t wait, drenched you in an instant and when you felt the telltale bulge of her favorite strap on press against the curve of your ass, it took everything in you not to cum on the spot. You’d managed though and theorized that you couldn’t not take advantage of her neediness.

So rarely was she in the mood to show you outwardly how much she yearned for you and so often, you gave in right away, letting her escape the need to beg. Not this time. “I know, I know you’re tired, but you don’t have to do anything. Just let me take care of you?” Ultimately, it was the fact that, amorous as she was, Natasha still only wanted to make you feel good that broke you. You’d never hear it aloud, but watching you come undone as many times as you could for her, crying out until your voice was hoarse and your only thoughts were her and how perfectly she was fucking you— that was better than chasing her own high.

The knowledge that you needed her as much as she needed you fueled her very soul, you knew it did. Every time Natasha’s pupils dilated just a tad bit wider when you asked for her and only her, when you sought her out amongst a crowd of people, when you were the one pleading for her to alleviate the ache between your legs; she adored tending to any need you brought to her. “Go on, fuck me. Fill me up how only you can.”

Exactly what she wanted to hear, Natasha pulled back just enough to align your bodies, one hand gripping your hip hard as if she was scared you’d twist away and deny her again. She sank in with little problem, your body accommodating the stretch and welcoming sting easily, “So ready for me and I hadn’t even touched you… did you get off on making me ask you to open up for me?” Her movements were slow and steady, drawing out each push and pull so you could truly feel every inch of her.

Natasha only let you move a little, just enough for her to know you wanted more, but not enough freedom to take what you needed. Needy as she was, Natasha was in control; she determined what you needed when. “Natasha… harder, go harder,” Like clockwork, her hips sped up, driving you almost painfully into the mattress.

“Like that, baby? You want me to fuck me so hard you’re walking crooked for the rest of the week?” You nodded, teeth biting down on your poor pillow as your fist balled the edge of your girlfriend’s shirt in a death grip. A rough hand met the swell of your ass with a sharp slap that left you crying out; Natasha wanted to hear you. “Words. Use them.”

When her words got clipped, it only meant one thing: she was close. “Fuck— fuck me, hard as you can.. ruin me.” Natasha’s pace quickened with your admission, frantic as she neared the onset of what she’d been waiting so long for. Holding back wasn’t an option for either of you, unabashed in using each other for your own pleasure. “Like that.. please, Natasha..!”

“You’re taking me so well, so deep,” Self-indulgent as she was tonight, Natasha knew if she wanted you to come with her, she needed that final push. “Does your needy little clit need some attention?” The only answer you could manage was a weak ‘yes,’ mindlessly trying to gain any friction, but Natasha still held you in place for her perfect angle. Sometimes you resented the fact that the woman never skipped an arm day.

She sacrificed one hand to find yours, guiding them down to where you were obviously dripping under her brutal fucking. Her fingers covered yours as they finally met your sensitive bud, circling and pinching perfectly in time with the silicone toy stretching you open. “N-Nat, I’m gonna.. can I cum? I need it so bad.”

Natasha practically growled, sinking her teeth into your shoulder as she desperately fought off her orgasm before you got yours. “Cum for me, do it now. Be a good girl and cum around my cock.” You came with an echoing cry, your fingers soaked with your own wetness as Natasha gave one final thrust, grinding your hips together until her walls were clenching around the bit inside her. She shuddered heavily, her body falling onto yours as you both came down from your highs.

You fell boneless onto the bed and the redhead followed suit, her front melding against your sweat-sheened back with ease. If you were tired before, you were exhausted now, the force of your activities threatening to drag you into unconsciousness. “Sleepy..”

Your girlfriend only hummed, peppering kisses along the back of your neck, over your shoulder blades, “You did so well for me, baby, I love you.” Her hands smoothed over your arms and hips; the massage should’ve been simple enough, but then the touches turned more suggestive again and stupidly, you tried wiggling away. Of course you didn’t budge and, tired as you were, when Natasha’s fingertips found your weeping entrance again, you pushed into her touch. “Think you can give me one more? I just missed you so much.”

Your head was nodding instantly, whimpering when you felt two fingers enter you to the hilt. The answer was always yes when it was Natasha. “Let me watch you cum again, just want to see you… that’s a good girl.”

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The Fairytale Falls Apart AU

Summary: It’s not that you don’t see the red flags. You just choose to ignore them. 

a/n: loosely going off of this.

18+! Minors DNI!

Intro coming soon

The Fairytale Falls Apart

Settle Down

only pretty faces: saccharine

| natasha x fem!reader |  part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven |

summary: She’ll find you. She’ll find you. She’ll find you. She’ll–

warnings: r being completely batshit insane AGAIN lol, FLUFF FINALLY : rated [T]

a/n: god im over it now i just wan them 2 be happy

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OMG YALL HORNY THOT: beefy!nat having you on her lap, your camisole is up and your tits are out, the camera is on for you guys’ live stream, her large hands are caressing your skin and the way she can feel your ribs when you arch your back into her palms, she loves it, she adores it and the way she pinches and flicks your nipples has you squirming... it’s all mysterious cuz the two of you never show faces but in the camera, you can see the red hair and the purple marks on your collar bones and that’s the only clue the two of you ever give... WET ASF

Mom Nat and Dad Bucky notice their daughter is very stressed from school and they take it upon themselves to relax her and make her feel good :)

warnings: INCEST, mom!nat x dad!bucky x daughter!reader, slight cuckholding, and oral sex.

DO NOT READ if this triggers you. Your media consumption is your responsibility.

With his head between her legs, the redhead threw her own back in pleasure as the super soldier gave her cunt a languid lick. She was nearing to her finish just as both Natasha and Bucky heard their front door slam shut in surprise.

Bucky pulled away from his wife and shared a look, their heads both turning to the sound before they stood up and pulled down Natasha’s dress.

“Honey?” Natasha peaked her head into the room, worry evident in her tone just as she saw you laid stomach flat against your king size bed.

“Babydoll, you alright?” Bucky’s deep voice boomed through and just to respond, you kicked your legs in town with a cry erupting from your lips against your pillow.

The two rushed to your bed and sat on the edge, both opposite to each other as Natasha held a hand to your back and rubbed it softly.

Still in your uniform, your skirt rode up as you kicked your legs, screaming and groaning in frustration. Both your father and mother caught sight of the white undies you sported and Natasha couldn’t help but even blush at the sight.

“Is it school, bunny?”

You nodded in tow and the two Russians looked at each other with sorrow, the guilt present on their faces just as Bucky sighed.

“I have so many things to do,” you sat up properly this time and was met by your parent’s concerned faces. “Papers, reports, extracurricular. It’s too much...”

They frowned at your concern, worried for your health, both physically and mentally. Natasha shook her head at your words and inched towards you onto the bed. With a hand tilting your head up, she leaned close and closed the gap between the two of you.

“Natalia—” Bucky was shushed with a finger from his wife and as much as he adored the image in front of him, he zipped his mouth closed.

Your eyes went wide in surprise at the touch and taste of your mother’s tongue. While her kiss was soft and gentle, it was firm and driven as her hand drew your head closer.

She only pulled for a moment to breathe, a grin present on her face when she turned to her husband.

“Well? Don’t just stand there with your dick hard. Help me out.”

Don't Forget Me

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You wake up with no memory.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: So i did a little thing and wrote my first fic, It’s based off a a memory loss concept I saw in a show once and it never left my mind. i think it’s such a great story telling device. Tumblr can be so inspiring and the writers that I follow inspire me all the time so i’ll be tagging them at the end of this to show my appreciation of their words Please go and follow them and read their work. They may just inspire you too! Enjoy reading! Any feed back is welcome.

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It’s the coppery scent of fresh blood that alerts all of your senses into overdrive. You immediately raise yourself from small cot you're lying in. You frantically look around to gain some understanding of your surroundings but you don’t make sense of what you see. Dozens of men and women and even a few children surround you. Some are sleeping in cots like your own, others are talking quietly to either themselves or others. Your enhanced senses zone in on mutterings of no sense conversations (which you notice are being spoken in German), the smell of sweat and blood that lingers beneath your nose.

You wipe at it and assume correct. Dried blood rubs off on your fingers and you can feel a deep ache begin to appear at the base of your skull. You have no memory of how you ended up with a bloody nose or how you even got to where you are. The last thing you remember was seeing Natasha and Clint, back to back, fighting off Hydra soldiers on a battlefield in Bulgaria through a window of the warehouse where you were supposed to collect intel about other Hydra facilities around the world. All you remember after that was a bright flash in your eyes and everything went black.

No one seems to take notice of your panicked state but it doesn't quell your fear of your unknown location and loss of memory at how you got here. You notice a sign on the wall and frown. “Die Heilsarmee – William-Booth-Haus, Übergangshaus (The Salvation Army - William Booth House, Transitional House.” A homeless shelter.

You make your way towards a woman that’s holding a clipboard and looks to be taking the names of people coming and going. You greet her in German.

“Hallo” you greet, as kindly as you can. .This woman may have answers. You can’t scare her off with your impatience.

“Hallo. You’re awake” she greets back, giving you a small smile.

“You know me?” you ask, becoming more confused by the second.

“Ja. You came in late last night and I've been keeping an eye on you.”

“Was I alone?”

“Nein. A man dropped you off at the front stairs and instructed that i let you stay here until you woke up. That was,” she checks her watch “seventeen hours ago.”

Seventeen hours ago? How is that possible? You barely a slept more than six hours at the compound and even less when Natasha was next to you. Her own nightmares plagued her more than yours ever did, so when she was next to you'd just pull her against your chest and rub her back to allow her some peaceful hours of sleep. You didn't care if you didn't sleep at all. As long as she was okay.

Natasha. You need to contact her. She’s probably worried sick and when she finds you, you're in for one long ass lecture. That’s if Steve doesn't beat her to it. Wanda will probably beat them both to it though. Your best friend always loved to tease that she’s the better Avenger. You'd always fight her on it, but you knew she was right. After the crimes you committed while under the command of Strucker, ones that made Wanda’s and Pietro’s look like minor inconveniences, you’d say that you deserved the ‘worst Avenger award’. Allowing illegal human experiment to continue after you came out unscathed from the experiments, with a new set of super human abilities similar to Steve and Bucky, you knew you deserved that title.

Being with Natasha however, she never allowed you to believe that. Even if it was a joke with Wanda, she knew that you believed it deep down, so she would always remind you that it wasn't true. When you, Wanda and Pietro defected to S.H.I.E.L.D during the age of Ultron, Wanda and Pietro had each other and as much as you loved them as your best friends, it was Natasha who you found any form of comfort and reassurance from. Because she herself, understood why the demons inside your head didn't just live in the shadows of your nightmares. They lived in any reflection you caught yourself in. She understood that better than anyone, therefore, she understood you. You’ve loved each other ever since.

A hand waving in front of your face brings back to the moment and the woman speaks again.

“Are you okay?” she asks, delicately.

“Yeah I'm fine. Is there a phone around that I can use?”

“Not here. But if you make your way out these doors, along the alley way and out onto the main street, there is plenty around for you to use. Here.” She holds out her closed fist and deposits ten one Euro coins into your palm. You smile when you look back up to her.

“Thankyou” you say, in the most appreciative tone you can muster. She smiles back at you and walks further into the building while you walk out the doors the woman pointed out. Following along the dark alleyway, you can hear what you think is the sound of busy streets and traffic and walk further towards the sound. You stop for a moment and take notice of more homeless people in the alley. Some lingering around garbage cans that are lit on fire for warmth and others sleeping in cardboard boxes. Looking down at yourself, you realise that you’re somehow without shoes, You take the best pair you can find from a man passed out. Also taking his jacket and a baseball cap and leaving him with his blanket, you try to cover yourself as best as you can. You don’t want to be recognised by anyone as an Avenger.

You suddenly find yourself thrown amongst sea of shoppers and pedestrians alike. Bright lights of shops, houses, hotels and restaurants almost blind you and it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust. Focusing your vision, your eyes flicker to a white street sign with black writing. It confirms your suspicions.

Kurfürstendamm. You’re in Berlin. You’ve been here a couple of time for missions. Both with Natasha, After the first mission you both visited Café Kranzler and had the most delicious tasting coffee you've ever had in your life. That was your first date. After the second, you took her to the small Monbijoupark near Museum Island and told her you loved her. She kissed you so hard that she split your lip.

Dipping your hat and bringing the collar of your jacket upwards, you start walking down the avenue and find a payphone on the corner. Taking the coins the woman gave you, you push one into the slot and call Natasha’s personal phone that only you know the number to. Your brow furrows when you hear that it’s disconnected. You try her office phone. Also disconnected.

“What the fuck is going on?” you mutter to yourself. You try every other number you can think of. Every Avenger and their private phone. Some are disconnected and some are left unanswered. With two options and two coins left, you try the first. You and the twins would leave a message for one another if any one you were ever compromised while working for Hydra and leave a coded message on an answering machine so the others could find you. It was probably the only smart thing Strucker ever taught you. It’s also disconnected

“Fuck!” you yell into the receiver and slam your fist into the wall. It crumbles beneath your fingers but you quickly pull it back and into your jacket pocket to try to avoid further attention. With your last option, last nerve and last chance, you push your last coin into the slot and dial a number that you haven’t called in ten years.

A woman’s voice answers after three rings.

“Dispatch.” You sigh in relief.

“This is Agent Y/L/N, agent number 49912517.” You breathed out the number as easily as your own name. Maria assigned it to you your very first day at S.H.I.E.L.D academy and you could never forget it. “Calling for extraction. Code word: Nelson.”

“Connecting.”

The line rings once.

“This is Fury.”

“I just woke up in Berlin. i don’t know how I got here or how long I’ve been here.” you say shakily, trying to keep your voice as normal as possible.

Fury says nothing. You think maybe he’s hung up.

“Hello?”

“Get to the Charlottenburg-Wilmersdorf safe house as soon as possible. Do you remember where it is?”

“Yeah, of course” you answer in confusion. Fury had sent you and Natasha to set up the safe house when a Hydra commander wanted to defect to S.H.I.E.L.D four years ago. He should know that you remember it because the two of you and the Hydra commander spent a whole month trapped inside because of the strong Hydra presence in Berlin. You couldn't leave and risk being seen or the defecting agent being killed on sight so you had to wait it out until it was safe to be extracted. Fury essentially lost his two best agents at the time.

By the time you bring yourself out of your memories, you realise that Fury has disconnected the call and you make your way to the safe as fast as possible.

Arriving at a dingy two storey pub, a few blocks away, you walk inside to find the pub empty, except for one person. A man you don’t recognise, sits on a stool reading a newspaper. He pays you no attention and continues reading as you walk up to him and speak.

“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses” you begin the code phrase in German, that will allow you entry to the safe house.

“Just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.” the man says still not looking at you, ending the phrase and pointing to staircase at the end of the bar, “I will inform your superiors of your arrival.”

You acknowledge the man with a nod and hastily make your way up the stairs and into the room. You lay down on a bed in the corner of the room and close your eyes and go over everything that’s happened in the last couple of hours. You woke in a homeless shelter after sleeping for seventeen hours, in Berlin after being dropped off by an unknown man, with no recollection of how you even got to Berlin in the first place. No one is answering your calls. Not even Natasha, the love of your life. You hope she's okay. You need her to be okay. If you lost her, you don’t think you could survive,

As if on cue, the door opens and Natasha walks through door, keeping her eyes on the ground. It takes you almost ten seconds to actually realise its her. Her hair is longer than you remember, falling past her shoulders. She's not even wearing her mission suit. She wearing what she always called ‘civilian clothes’. A denim jacket, white shirt and black jeans. She’s even wearing sneakers. Natasha doesn't wear sneakers. She doesn't look up from her attention on the ground. But you don’t care in this moment because she is the most beautiful thing you ever seen. You scramble to your feet as fast as possible and throw yourself into the arms of your girlfriend and latch on as tightly as possible, without hurting her, which she reciprocates. Your enhanced senses are overwhelmed with everything that she brings into the room. Her lavender shampoo. cherry blossom perfume. You can even smell her strawberry chapstick. But what overwhelms you the most, is the thunderous beating of her heart.

“What the hell is going on, baby?” you ask quickly, wanting an answer right away. Natasha feels your breath against her neck and shudders at its contact. It’s been so long for her. “I woke up in a goddamn homeless shelter and I have no idea how I got there. The last thing I remember is seeing you and Clint fighting off some Hydra assholes when we were in Bulgaria and then I woke not knowing what the hell was is going on.” You pull away from her wanting to see her face but she still doesn't look at you. You cup her face and bring it up to meet your eyes. Her green eyes, which were always your favourite shade, are now red and bloodshot. She's been crying. Hard. You can tell that she's trying to keep more tears at bay. She takes your hands from her cheeks and lowers them between you. You frown at her actions and she notices but she motions towards the bed.

“Sit down. Please” she says, raspier than usual and you knows it because of the crying. You’ve never seen her like this. She scared but you follow her directions and take a seat. She grabs a chair from across the room and sits opposite you.

“Nat, what is going on? Why are you so upset?” Your tone is almost pleading. Natasha looks up form her knees and looks you in the eye and takes a deep breath.

“That day in Bulgaria, you were supposed to retrieve intel inside the warehouse about more Hydra locations around the world.” You nod, but stay silent. Tears start to stream down her face. “Clint and I. We were keeping the soldiers at bay to give you enough time to grab the intel and get out but-“ A sob escapes her lips before she can finish her sentence. All you want to do is pick her up and hold her tight but you refrain because a sick sense of dread begins to form in your stomach. Whatever Nat has to say, you're not going to like. “The warehouse exploded.” You frown again for what seems like the millionth time today, Even with your superhuman strength and durability, your forehead is starting to hurt. But with the next words that slip out of Natasha’s your frown instantly vanishes. “You were in the building.”

You shake your head in disbelief. That’s not possible.

“We thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.” Nat whispers, as more tears stream down her cheeks. You keep your eyes on her, too afraid to even blink. Too afraid to move a muscle. You can’t even react to her words. The dread in your stomach makes itself a home there and you know it’s not going away any time soon.

What’s she's saying has to be a joke right? This can’t be happening. “Fury asked me to come and talk to you. Even though I'm no longer with the Avengers or even S.H.I.E.L.D, he thought it was safer it you saw someone familiar first.” Safer? You would never.

“I would never hurt you” you whisper and Nat almost misses it, but you know she heard. She may no longer be a superhero but she’ll always your spider. Nat begins to wipe at her face and nods in agreement as what you've said, when you notice it. A gold band sits on her left ring finger. Instantly, the frowns returns because you sure as hell didn't give it to her. The one you have for her sits in Wanda’s draw at the compound. You were planning on giving it to her on your anniversary, which would've been a few days after you returned form Bulgaria.

“What is that?” you ask, afraid of the answer. Your eyes don’t leave the ring. She notices what you're talking about but ignores the questions and looks at her knees.

“Y/N, ever since that day in Bulgaria, you were dead. You died in that explosion.” she says, looking up at you once again. Her eyes pierce your and it almost hurts to look at her but you can sense that she has one more thing to say as she chokes back a sob. “You’ve been dead for nearly three years.”

That's when you allow one single tear to fall.

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Thanks for reading to anyone who made it this far. I know it finished on a cliffhanger so it could possibly be a multi chaptered story, depending on how its received. I already have the entire story planned out.

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Thanks for inspiring me you guys!

- Wolves

For that older!Nat request:

Reader is an experiment project of HYDRA and Nat was the one who rescued her but with very little to none interaction with anyone all she retain was her childish qualities.

She'll be very scared of men and wary with others except Natasha. She'll mostly follow and cling to her everywhere and she'll only eat, speak and interact if Nat gave her permission 😬

I really don't know where to go with this lol I just want a shit clingy and dependent reader 🤣 thank you so much!

warning: older!nat, experiment!reader, fluff. SFW

“Tasha?”

Her small voice broke the redhead out of her reverie and when she looked down, found a girl years her senior cuddled up against her arm, her lips turned softly.

Natasha reached out to caress her cheek, her little bunny’s cheek scarred from the abuse she had taken through her youth during her time with HYDRA, and when the redhead touched her, she melted into her hold.

“What’s wrong, sunshine?”

She beamed at the pet name and even flushed in embarrassment. But when she calmed and relaxed, her eyes darted from Natasha to Tony who stood in the hall.

“What do you want Tony?”

“Banner hulked out... Again.”

The irritation was evident in Tony’s tone and Natasha’s was present as she rolled her eyes. She turned to her ball of sunshine, curled up against her arm in the comfort of their couch.

“It’ll be quick. Tony will be with you, okay?”

She shook her head furiously and whined, reaching out to grab the redhead’s muscly arm and tug on it.

“No, please.”

Natasha sighed, she couldn’t bring her girl with her, even if she wanted to. Bringing someone so fragile to a place so destructive, let alone with a Hulked out Bruce? She wouldn’t risk it, even if it mean disappointing you and making you sad for a little bit just to know you were safe.

“You can’t come, sunshine.” Natasha heard her whine, her frown deepening in tow as she shook her head in displeasure. “It’s too dangerous. Please, be a good girl for Tony, okay? He likes you. He thinks you’re pretty cool.”

She gave Natasha a look of doubt. “Really?”

Natasha nodded, beaming with a smile. “Don’t you find her cool, Stark?” When the redhead turned to the playboy, billionaire, she gave him a scowl. “Don’t you?”

“Of course, I do!” He neared the couch but just stayed far enough that Natasha’s girl wouldn’t crouch in fear of him. “I won’t be a bother. I’ll be like you! I’ll do whatever Natasha tells me!”

The redhead gave him a shove to his shoulders and when she felt the grip on her arm loosen, she was able to slip out to stand in front of you.

“I love you, okay? I will be back, no more than half an hour. That’s thirty minutes, sunshine. Starting when I walk down that hallway,” she points, “you’re gonna count for me, alright?”

She nods. And Natasha grins, leaning to kiss her sunshine on the tip of her nose. A giggle erupts and tickles the redhead’s nose, making her scrunch.

“I love you too.”

Love You While You're Tired; N. Romanoff

pairing; Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

summary; you're stressed, and after waking up from a nap, natasha helps you de-stress

warnings; smut, soft!Nat, mommy!Nat, fingering, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, thigh riding, strap-on use, lots and lots of praise, oral, crying because of overstimulation

i did notice like a lot of my Nat fics are smut? I'll have to get a good fluff fic out there soon.

translation- красивая девушка/ krasivaya devushka; beautiful girl. I think?? correct me if I'm wrong

Natasha laughed at you when you waddled out of the room, only in a long tshirt. You gave her a pouty face but shuffled your feet towards her.

The older woman opened her arms, "C'mere, sleepy girl," Natasha said. You didn't give it any second thought, pushing yourself into her. Instantly, your hands found themselves under her shirt and Nat tensed at how cold they were. "You feeling okay?" You nodded, humming sleepily. Natasha nodded, understanding you were tired.

"Did you take a good nap?" Natasha continued the one-sided conversation. You let out another hum, climbing onto her lap. "Mhh. How about stress? Feeling better?" You shrugged.

"It helped, still feel tense though," You whispered, finally letting Natasha hear your groggy voice. The redhead's long fingers rubbed your back, listening to you.

"Need mommy to help?'' Natasha whispered in your ear. You let out a soft whine, "Use your words baby, I know you can," The woman encouraged.

"Want mommy to help me, please." You pulled at her shirt. Natasha nodded, slightly bucking her hips, making you now aware of the strap she was wearing. The woman positioned you on her thigh, and gave you a kiss.

''What do you want first, красивая девушка?" Natasha asked, letting the Russian name fall from her mouth.

"Your mouth, mommy," You let out a soft plead. Natasha picked you up, leading you to the bedroom. She sat you on the bed, tilting your head up.

"You're only my girl, right?" Natasha ran her hands through your hair.

"Only yours, Natasha," You whispered back. The taller woman gave you a kiss before slightly picking you up and removing the shirt from under you. Slowly she had removed the clothing, taking you in. She got on her knees in front of you, moving your panties to the side. You watched as she carefully spread your legs, giving you doe eyes as she her tongue went to lap you up.

Her tongue came in contact with your folds, causing you to let out a soft moan. You started to make a makeshift ponytail with her hair, so you could watch her devour you. Her lips found your clit, giving it a kiss before she took it in her mouth and sucked. "Oh god, Nat," You moaned, slightly arching your back. She nibbled just a tad before plungind her tongue into your hole. Letting your body fall to the bed, you squeezed her thighs together.

Her tongue curled in all the right spots, sometimes even leaving your cunt to suck your clit then going back after. Finally, your own hand found your clit, rubbing at the pace Natasha was thrusting her tongue.

"Mommy! I-I'm gonna-"

"You don't need permission from me tonight, красивая девушка." Natasha encouraged. With those words your back arched and you came. The Russian helped you ride it out, giving you ua soft peck on your thighs. "You are such a good girl, y'know that?" Natasha asked, standing up and making you sit up.

"Thank you," You accepted the compliment, pecking her lips. You were even more tired than before now, and you wanted to go back to. bedm Still though, the other half wanted Natasha to take away all the stress with her talented body.

She sat down next to you, pulling you into her lap, your back flush against her front. She was looking at you in the mirror, your legs spread and hairnall over the place. "Mommy is gonna give you her fingers, alright?" Natasha husked, "But you're not gonna look away from this mirror, I want you to see how beautiful you are." Natasha kissed down your neck and plunged two fingers into you. You threw your head back, gripping her knees. You remembered the task at hand, adjusting your head so you could watch as Natasha pumped her fingers.

You kept bucking your hips up into her, like a bitch in heat. It wasn't at the same pace, her fingers much more faster than your hips plus she was more awake than you. "Natasha, mommy, please keep going," You bit her neck, almost screaming as her thumb rubbed your clit.

You were sensitive from your last orgasm, so after a few more thrusts you came undone. Natasha wasn't done though, she kept thrusting into you until you were on the brink of a next orgasm, screaming her name. "Natasha! Holy fuck I'm gonna cum again-" You watched as her fingers curled into you, and you sobbed as you curled into a ball and came again.

"I'm so proud baby, it's alright, it's okay... You're such a good girl," Natasha praised, kissing your back. You almost felt needier at her words especially when she pulled her fingers out. Hissing, you started to grind against her thigh.

The woman was mesmerized about how much you could take. How needy you were for her. Your clit had hit her thigh just perfectly and the feelings you felt were... ethereal.

The coil in your stomach tightened and you started to see stars. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched in ecstacy. It was indescribable, the feelings you were feeling. The coil that felt so tight, so ready to burst, finally did.

Your eyes popped open, so you could see what Natasha was seeing in the mirror. Your eyes flickered down to your pussy, which was covered in your own juices, along with Natasha's thigh.

Legs still shaking, Natasha pulled you off her and laid you down. "Let's clean you up?" She teased, dropping to her own knees. Holy shit, this woman was not giving up.

First, she lapped at your legs, cleaning up the mess you made on yourself. Natasha had mumbled something along the lines of, "Such a needy girl, needing mommy to clean up your mess," And you found it so hot, the words coming out of her mouth.

Slowly though, her tongue was licking your pussy. Your hands had found her red locks as she started nipping at your overly-sensitive clit. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, but you found so much pleasure in Natasha. You'd repay her after.

Two of her talented fingers found your pussy once more, and while her tongue slipped into you, her thumb rubbed your clit.

"Oh, Mommy! Shit," Your thighs clenched over her head as you pulled her hair, something to distract you from the pleasurable pain. You were already so close.

Her tongue hit your g-spot oh so perfectly, and once again you were cumming. This time though, you were sobbing. You could help but cry out as you came, tears spilling down your face.

Natasha pulled away, quickly pulling you into her arms as she praised you for being such a good girl. Telling you she was sorry for making you cry, mommy was just trying to make her little girl feel better. You had dismissed the apologies, telling her she was the best person ever, and now you were in the hands almost another orgasm.

Natasha was pounding into you, her strap relentless. Your breasts were against the mattress and Natasha had your hands pinned above your head.

"O-oh, you're so tight baby," Natasha rubbed you clit roughly as she was on the brink of her orgasm. Your body shook, and you twisted your hand to hold hers. You couldn't imagine what Natasha was feeling right now, she told you before how much it turned her on watching you cum, so you could only imagine bliss she was feeling.

"Cum with me Mommy," You whispered and the both of you fell apart. Natasha came with a loud moan of your name, and your voice, that was slowly becoming raw from how much noise you made today, silently screamed. Natasha had fallen against you, and slowly, you drifted to bed.