Reunion

Detour

Summary: A trip to the beach seemed like the perfect way to spend the day off with your girlfriend.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, fingering, car sex

A/N: Um, so I have two angst fics that I half wrote this week but instead of finishing those I wrote this today. Thanks brain.

The wind whipped through your hair as the car sped along the road, windows down and the hot summer air filling your lungs. The radio was on, the sounds of a pop song cutting through the roar of the wind as you nodded your head absentmindedly to the beat.

You cast your eyes out the open window, watching the landscape rush past you, the green and blue blurring together as the engine hums underneath you. You can smell the salt in the air, the seaside scent comforting as you close your eyes and breathe deeply.

“Whatcha thinking about, baby?” you open your eyes at the sound of Natasha’s voice, smiling as you look over at her.

She’s sitting in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel in one hand while the other rests between your own. The corner of her mouth has lifted into a smile as she quickly glances over at you, her green eyes twinkling in the sunlight streaming into the car. She’s breathtaking and you fight the urge to pinch yourself, once again finding it hard to believe that this goddess of a woman was yours.

“Nothing,” you reply as her eyes shift back to the road in front of you, “just enjoying this moment.”

She hums in response, slowing down as you approach a set of traffic lights. Her hand leaves yours momentarily as she prepares to turn the corner and you can’t help but pout at the loss. As the car rolls to a stop at the red light she looks over at you again, warmth blooming in your chest at the tender look in her eyes.

“I love you.” The simple sentence has your heart racing, the sincerity in her tone never failing to surprise you, despite hearing the words fall from her lips hundreds of times before.

“I love you too,” you lean over pressing a quick kiss to her lips just as the light changes colour and she turns the car onto the coastal highway.

The two of you had decided to take a trip to the beach today, taking advantage of the good weather and a rare day off. You had loaded enough picnic food to feed a small army into the back of the car and set out before the rest of the team had woken up, wanting a day for just the two of you.

You love how relaxed the day felt already, the casual way Natasha leaned in her seat as she drove, the tension absent from her shoulders for once. Today you weren’t two Avengers who were responsible for saving the world. Today you were just two girls in love who were responsible for no one except each other.

You look back out the window, watching as the ocean comes into view. The waves are calm, sunlight bouncing off the water making it look like it was filled with shimmering diamonds. The gentle sway of the car as it moves with the winding road is comforting and at this moment you feel happy and content.

You feel Natasha’s hand rest on your knee, something she often did while she drove. You smile to yourself, still watching the horizon as you sigh contentedly. Natasha’s thumb begins to stroke absentmindedly on your skin, the action causing your stomach to clench slightly.

You stay that way for a few minutes, the car comfortably silent except for the soft sounds of the radio playing. You close your eyes once more, the sun warming your face and the movement of the car beginning to put you to sleep.

When Natasha shifts her hand, her fingers marginally inching up your bare thigh, your eyes snap open. You turn to face her, breathing picking up slightly but her expression is impassive. She’s giving nothing away and you’re sure that she doesn’t even realise the effect her simple action is having on you.

You feel the arousal pooling between your legs and you shift lightly in your seat, trying not to give it away. You didn’t want to face the teasing from your girlfriend when she realised how easy she could turn you on.

Her hand stalls about halfway up your thigh, fingers flexing tightly against the muscle as she guides the car around a bend in the road. Her fingers are spread over your thigh, the tips brushing against the sensitive skin on your inner thigh which only makes your situation worse.

As the road straightens out again, Natasha’s hand begins to climb once more. You know she must be aware of what she’s doing now, her hand moving with more purpose as it nears the apex of your thighs. You catch the smirk on her face as she stares ahead, her grip on the steering wheel tightening ever so slightly.

“Tease,” you mutter under your breath and her smile only widens, her eyes flicking to you briefly.

“I’m only a tease if I don’t follow through,” she promises, her fingers tracing soft patterns on the inside of your thigh causing you to squirm in your seat.

She reaches the hem of your dress, dragging it up your legs as her fingers climb higher. You shift, moving your knees further apart as she finally reaches where you want her most. Her fingers press against you through your panties, causing you to gasp out loud at the contact. You know she can feel how wet you are already, the material damp from your arousal.

“Soaked for me already,” Natasha grins proudly, finger hooking into the elastic of your underwear and snapping it against your skin.

“Off,” she commands as you jump from the sting of the material springing back against your skin.

You don’t need to be told twice, lifting your hips to drag them down your legs and kicking them off quickly. Once they’ve been removed completely you sit back in the seat, opening your legs as wide as the space allows to give Natasha unobstructed access to your heated flesh.

She wastes no time, fingers dancing back up your thigh and running through your slick folds. You fumble for something to grab onto as her finger circles your clit slowly, one of your hands clutching the door desperately. The other finds it’s way to Natashas leg, fingers digging into the flesh as she begins a torturous pace with her finger.

She grunts at the unexpected contact, the sound shooting straight to your core and making your thighs tense. Her fingers begin to dip lower now and you whimper at the loss of friction on your clit, sinking into your seat further as you throw your head back against the headrest.

“Shhh,” Natasha coos, “I’ve got you.”

You whimper again at her words but it quickly turns to a moan as she slides one finger past your entrance, sinking deep into you until her knuckles are brushing your skin. You shift your hips, trying to draw her even deeper as she pulls back before thrusting into you again.

“Oh fuck, Nat,” you cry out, eyes clenching shut as you draw in a shuddering breath. “Please don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’m not stopping until I make you cum over my fingers,” her voice is low and sultry as her finger continues to slide in and out of you, curling and hitting the right places.

Her words only make you needy with want, wishing for nothing more than her promise to come true.

“More,” you gasp, hips moving against her hand as she fucks you slowly.

On her next thrust, she adds a second finger, the stretch making you cry out her name loudly. She sets an even pace, eyes still focused on the road as if she wasn’t dragging you towards your orgasm quickly.

You’re thankful the road is mostly empty, an occasional car speeding past you as you try and keep your voice quiet, not wanting to alert anyone through the open window to the way your girlfriend had her hand buried between your legs.

“I’m c-close,” you gasp out as you grind against her, the heel of her hand rubbing against your clit, “Nat, I-I’m going to-”

Your sentence is cut off by a loud moan as she curls her fingers again, the feeling pulling you even closer to the edge. You know you won’t last much longer, the pleasure becoming almost too much.

“Fuck, baby,” you hear Natasha groan, “I want to watch you so bad.”

You don’t answer her, you’re not sure you can if you even tried. Instead, you moan loudly again, hips working frantically against her hand as you chase your release. You feel it building, your walls clamping down on her fingers tightly as you feel yourself reaching the peak. Just a few more seconds and-

Suddenly, Natashas fingers are gone, making you whine at the loss. Your hips are still moving, seeking the friction you had moments before as your orgasm quickly fades. Your eyes snap open, noticing that you had turned off the main road.

Your breathing is erratic but it’s nothing compared to Natasha’s, her chest heaving as she manoeuvres the car down an unmarked dirt road, pulling over behind the cover of trees once you’ve driven a few hundred yards away from the road.

“Nat, what-” you try to ask but she’s already thrown the car into park, looking over at you with a feral look in her eyes that has your question dying in your throat.

She leans over you, hand diving back between your legs as she thrusts three fingers inside you, her free hand gripping your chin as she forces you to meet her hungry gaze.

“I needed to watch you fall apart,” she growls, resting her forehead against yours. “I needed to see the look on your face as you cum around my fingers.”

Your orgasm is building again, racing up as she pumps her fingers into you quickly, thumb reaching up to flick over your clit firmly. You close your eyes, gasping for breath as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Open your eyes, I want to see you,” she commands before her voice softens, “can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod against her, eyes fluttering open. Her green eyes still look hungry as she watches you but there is a tenderness there as well. You know you won’t last much longer as you pant against her lips.

“Please,” you whisper, not even sure what you’re asking for.

Natasha knows though, she always does. On her next thrust, she twists her wrist slightly, fingers grazing along the spot inside you that has you falling apart around her. You grip her shoulder tightly as you fight to keep your eyes open, riding out your release in the quiet car.

“That’s it,” Natasha murmurs as she guides you through your orgasm, the aftershocks ripping through you as her fingers begin to slow.

Finally, once the waves of pleasure subside, Natasha presses a gentle kiss against your lips as she withdraws her fingers. You watched through heavy eyes as she brings her fingers to her mouth, her tongue darting out to clear the arousal that coated them.

“Holy shit,” you gasp as you try to catch your breath while Natasha pulls your dress down to cover your legs again, “that was a nice surprise detour.”

“Oh no,” Natasha replies as she shifts the car into drive, moving back toward the main road. “I’ve been thinking about that all morning. Why do you think I told you to wear a dress?”

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Day 4: breath play

Melina Vostokoff x reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, breath play, light humiliation / degradation, mommy kink, mild power exchange

Summary: Melina’s always willing to try whatever you suggest. Sometimes, she ends up really liking it.

Naive reader, but hey, it’s fine.

Communication is Key

It started out as a simple request to shake things up in the bedroom. Not that you and Melina weren’t always adventurous.

You two used toys, regularly. You switched responsibility of who would lead. You had sex whenever and wherever you wanted. Sex wasn’t boring.

But, you wanted to try something new.

On one of you regularly scheduled girls nights, one of your friends had mentioned that she enjoyed being choked. You tried to play down your interest, but as she explained it, you couldn’t help the excitement building in you.

Melina was surprised when you brought it up, having to stop brushing her teeth to ensure you were serious. You backtracked almost immediately, but she stopped you, gently assuring you that together, you’d look into it.

Many forums, blogs, and conversations later, the two of you had finally come up with a plan.

That’s how you found yourself here: naked, on your back, clutching at Melina’s wrist as she squeezed your throat while three fingers pounded into your cunt without mercy.

“Oh kitten,” she purred, dangerous eyes glittering with amusement. “You don’t look like you want to breath too badly.”

You nodded your head as vigorously as you could, mouth slack and eyes blinking rapidly.

Melina tsked, loosening the pressure for just a moment; enough time for you to suck in a breath before constricting and forcing the air to stay in your lungs.

“Your pussy‘s soaked, little girl.” You groaned at the slur, fresh arousal slipping down your thighs. “Dirty thing gets off on being treated like she’s nothing, doesn’t she?”

Her fingers curled up, causing you to gurgle under her hand, your cry stuck.

“Gonna come for mommy, kitten? Soak mommy’s hand like a good whore?”

When her thumb reach up and brushed your clit, you were gone. Your body shook, hips moving without rhythm as you fell from your high, spilling all over her hand.

Her grip on your neck fell, fingertips dancing over your heated skin as you sucked in as much air as you could.

Melina slipped her fingers out of you and wiped them off on the sheets before kissing you sweetly. “How are you feeling, solnyshkuh?”

“Good,” you croaked with a goofy smile. “That was, really good. Thank you.”

Your girlfriend kissed you again, licking your top lip as she pulled away. “You can thank me by putting your tongue to good use,” she purred, crawling up your chest.

You were happy to oblige.

OMG OMF HERW ME OUT- I DONT KNOW IF THE OLDER!NAT CONCEPTS THING IS STILL OPEN, BUT IF IT IS, COULD YOU DO A MOVIE NIGHT IN THE COMPOUND WIRH THE WHOLE GANG AND READER SITS ON NATTYS LAP AND CUDDLES INTO HER AND HOLDS NATS HAND, MINDLESSLY PLAYING WITH IT AND CONSTANTLY COMPARING THE SIZE DIFFERENCE WHILE NAT CHUCKLES AND BY THE END OF THE MOVUE WE FALL ASLEEP ON HER, IN AN ADORABLE POSITION AND THW TEAMS JUST LIKE 🥺🥺🥺🥺 AWWE AND WHEN NATTY TRIES TO STAND UP TO PICK US UP, WE WHINE BC WE DONT WANT NATTY TO LET US GO

warnings: older!nat, younger!reader, one dirty joke about a choking kink and that’s it. SFW

A giggle breaks Natasha out of her little reverie; when she blinks awake and then looks down, only to find you curled up against her lap with her hand intertwined against yours.

A smile is present on your face and it makes Natasha contort hers in question, her eyes wide and curious as she reaches out with her other hand to caress your cheek.

“What’s so funny, sunshine?”

You looked up and fluttered your lashes, grinning as you pulled up your intertwined hands and chuckled.

“Your hands are so big, Natty.” Natasha looked at the comparison, finding that you were right seeing as her hand literally dwarfed yours in such a way where you could hold onto her thumb and it would be alright.

Natasha grins, shaking her head while she pinches your cheek in a fit of cuteness. “You’re so right, sunshine. They’re made for holding your hand and protecting you.”

You looked at her wearily and rolled your eyes, throwing your head back against her chest which made your head bounce due to her boobs.

When you chuckled and then leaned up to press your cheek against Natasha’s shoulder, you practically purred in comfort.

“I like them better when they’re around my neck.”

Natasha blushed and it made you giggle, turning around to set your attention back onto the movie before Tony would get pissy about you and Nat giggling about.

And when twenty minutes into the movie, with your head lulling back against your girlfriend’s chest, you called for her softly, “Tasha?”

She hummed, her finger dancing along the length of your spine. “Yes, my love.”

“‘M tired...”

She watched you curl further against her lap and she smiled, welcome you either way as you did.

“That’s okay, honey. You can go to rest, my love.” She leaned to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be right here.”

Natasha stood up to move, but as she did, she heard a whine erupt from your lips. “Natty...”

“We’re going to bed, darling. Go back to sleep.”

“Are you sure?” She smiled at the way you spoke, sleepy with a slur.

She nodded and hummed. “Yes, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up. Okay?”

“Okay...” You sighed, cheeks warm. “I love you.”

i read your dog tags fic and i have always thought the whole dog tags thing is hot but you think you could do one w natasha? an au where she was a soldier or wte and just a different plot or something idc i just think it’d be so hot for natasha

i don't really know about soldier type stuff so i did it as though she got the dog tags from working at shield - hope that's okay anyway :)

original dog tags fic with carol danvers is here

quiet

natasha romanoff x reader

warnings - smut; daddy kink, thigh riding, necklace as a gag, top!natasha, kinda sex in a public place, i think that's it

word count - 1149

The mission today had been emotionally exhausting for you considering your history with Hydra, having to go back to the base you’d been imprisoned in until just a few years ago. It had gone well though, nobody was injured, you just felt a little down.

You sighed as you slumped into the seat beside Natasha, instantly seeking comfort by resting your head on her shoulder, she kissed your head as you nuzzled into her neck readying for the long flight back.

“You okay, princess?” She murmured against you, feeling the shrug you gave her in response, trailing her fingers over your back down to your hip. “Want me to make you feel better?”

You hummed against her neck pressing a kiss to the skin beneath her ear, “Please daddy, make me feel good.” You mumbled beside her ear with a pout, she choked back a groan at the back of her throat at the words, digging her fingers into your hip to pull you up with her.

Neither of you paid any mind to the others, not caring of any funny looks you may have been receiving as she pulled you towards a secluded area of the quinjet out of sight; she pushed your back against a wall peppering kisses over your face, melding her lips with yours eagerly.

She held you by your waist as she kissed along your jaw, grazing her teeth over your skin as you held her close to your body, desperately clinging to her as though she could float away. Your needy hands wandered, fiddling with the zip of her tactical suit and tugging it down letting your hands brush over the soft skin of her chest, the glistening silver metal of her dog tags she’s worn since she joined Shield dangling against her, resting in the valley of her breasts.

She held the back of your head when you kissed across the skin, sucking at the flesh of her breasts that spilled out of the top of her bra, letting you revel in the taste of her skin - wanting anything to help you feel better. She yanked you back by your hair with a hiss at an overly eager bite to her skin, a dark mark no doubt being left behind.

You pouted to her innocently with your lips swollen red, mischievous smirk tugging at your mouth when she looked at you with a glare, eyes darkened and lustful. She pulled the zip of your suit, yanking the material down your body exposing your bra clad torso, closing the space between you with her lips attacking your neck. She slipped her hand beneath your bra, roughly pinching your nipple between her thumb and finger with a twist only tugging on it more at the sound of a whimper falling from your lips.

“So pretty baby, falling apart under my touch like this already. You’re desperate, hm?” She rasped, her lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“Mhm, just wanna feel good. Make me forget, daddy - please.” You pleaded, goosebumps raising over your skin when she scratched her nails down your body pushing your suit further past your hips.

“Focus on me, princess. By the end of the night you’ll know nothing but my name.”

Your hips bucked up into hers involuntarily at the way she growled out her words before crashing her lips to yours, frenzied and eager kisses as she danced her fingers beneath the hem of your underwear, teasingly stroking over your clit.

“I need you, Natty, please.” You whined out in frustration, feeling her smirk against your chest as she slid her fingers through your wet slit, plunging two fingers into you without a warning. You gasped out at the contact, her digits immediately curling inside you, brushing against your g-spot and the heel of her palm perfectly positioned over your clit.

You put all of your focus into trying to be quiet, trying to be consumed only by the way Natasha pumped her fingers into you with a sublime rhythm and her lips kissed over your neck but the added pang of arousal from the grunt she let out beside your ear made it impossible to swallow the moan at the back of your throat. She’d positioned herself over your thigh, grinding on your leg in a way that had her suit rubbing against her clit magnificently.

She stilled all movement to look at you with green eyes glazed over with arousal, “Quiet, baby - can’t have the others hearing all your pretty sounds.” She murmured, bringing the pendant of her dog tags to your lips. “Open.” She instructed, shoving the metal past your lips watching as you latched your lips around it with a suck. “Good girl, baby, stay quiet for daddy.”

The metal was cold against your tongue, clicking under your teeth as you bit into it to quell the feeble whimpers begging to tumble past your lips. Your nails dug into her shoulder blades as her fingers pulled you closer and closer to your climax and your face grew hot at the way you could hear her fingers pushing into you; she could feel how wet you were, how close you were, slowing her movements agonisingly.

“Hold it, baby, wanna cum with you.” She breathed, her hips moving rapidly in stuttered pushes along your thigh, her breath growing heavier by the minute.

When she could feel her orgasm fast approaching she quickened her pushes into you, your hips bucked forward to match her rhythm, chasing your release by grinding your aching clit against her palm. Natasha muffled her loud moan as she came with a harsh bite into the flesh of your shoulder, harsh enough to draw blood in tooth mark grooves, low whimpers at the back of her throat as she tried to catch her breath.

“That’s it, princess.” She cooed as she felt a gush of wetness over her fingers, your hips still moving lazily against her as the overwhelming pleasure brought tears to your eyes; biting down hard onto the pendant in your mouth with a pull that dug the chain into the back of her neck. “So good, so good for me angel.” She praised, planting kisses over your warm cheeks, holding your limp body up as your chest rose and fell in a chase for oxygen.

She pulled the necklace from your mouth gently, a string of saliva following it and coating your swollen lips, brushing stray hairs out of your face. She held your waist as she pulled her fingers from you, pleased at how they glistened in the light, humming in delight as she sucked your cum from them, looking forward to tasting you properly later.

“Thank you.” You mumbled out meekly, returning the smile Natasha gave you easily.

“My pleasure, baby.” She smirked. “I was only getting started. I’m gonna fuck every thought out of that pretty head.”

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.”

🌻Meditating🍃

Stony bingo submission for breath! Mcu stony being coerced by Nat to solve their anger issues and just their issues with each other in general through ~meditation~

Hh this is amazing- Your writing has improved so much over the past year!! 💕💕🥰

her careless whisper

you interrupt an important meeting of natasha’s and she reacts in a way that even her colleagues are surprised by.

warnings: MOB!NATASHA, nothing but sweet fluff.

You know Natasha sits busy in her meeting to, but as the bedroom passes by with the silence and the spot beside you grows colder by the minute, you frown to yourself and huff at your insomnia.

It’s barely even midnight and the two of you had fallen asleep early but Natasha had woke up and promised that she’d be back. But within half an hour, she was still gone and your fingers itched for her presence.

You knew not to disturb her while she was conducting business but hopefully she’ll make an exception for this once. You knew she couldn’t say no to you, not when you peered up at her with heavy lashes and those doe eyes.

And you knew it as you stepped down the stairs, entering the grand foyer where you room a left and walked down the hall for a moment before fitting the large doors that were closed. You knew Natasha was behind the oak doors and you paused for a moment to contemplate your decision.

But as quick as your thoughts were, the door swung open and one of Natasha’s business partners from Europe stomped out of the room without even batting an eye at you.

Your eyes were wide and your heart raced at the sudden scare, but that was relieved when you looked into the room and found Natasha and the rest of her business partners staring at you like you were some deer.

You swallowed at the attention but it were Natasha’s eyes that you feared more. She looked at you emotionless, her deep emerald eyes were striking and you knew despite her facade, she was just as surprised at your presence.

She turned slowly back to the men that surrounded her but you stepped inside of the room regardless of her silence. Once the door clicked shut, she began speaking once more.

Her voice echoed loudly throughout the room and her tone was firm and there was an edge to it that you couldn’t pin point. However, as you stood there with wide eyes, you noticed her attention wavering as her eyes kept glancing over to you.

One of the men seemed to notice and coughed, inevitably interrupting Natasha mid-sentence.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to the pretty lady?”

Natasha raised a brow and then turned to you, still nothing on her face but you watched as her men grinned as they followed along and looked at you like prey.

The redhead hummed. “My apologies...” She motioned an arm for you to near her and when you did, she snatched you into her lap within an arms length away. “Gentleman, my wife.”

You politely smiled at them and waved a meek hand, some of the men smiled back while some grinned with mischief. And while the dangers of their thoughts were obvious to your eyes, you knew you weren’t in any true harm as long as Natasha was around.

Natasha then hooked her arm around your waist and pulled you closer, without any other warnings, she urged the meeting to continue. And as you say there, curled up in your lover’s lap, listening to the men talk about their next business and finances, Natasha leaned close to peck your head.

You smiled and nuzzled your nose against her neck, smelling the faint scent of her perfume still lingering on her pale skin.

Then you spoke: “I’m sorry. I missed you”

She hummed and then whispered. “We will talk tomorrow, dekta. Just sleep.”

And even in the presence of the men she callss her colleagues, she doesn’t fear their judgement for her love for you. Instead, she holds you close almost like her prized possession. They fear the Russian mob boss for it, for her love for you creates more anger and dominance in how the redhead holds her self.

As you succumb to your slumber, the faint noises of voices and the familiar sound of the door clicking echoes deep in your ear. A moment passes with silence but Natasha continues to hold you anyways. Her lips caresses the rim of your ear and you sigh.

“Goodnight, bubba.”

You smile at her gentle tone, curling further against the Russian’s hold as she carried the both of you back into bed.

“Love you too, Nat...”

Clint Barton’s House of Strays, by me and @geeodes

A whole one person said they were interested so get fuckin ready

In a post-S.H.I.E.L.D., post-Sokovia Accords world, where is Natasha to stash dozens of newly freed child assassins?

- is what she says when she shows up at Clint’s door with Yelena, Melina, Alexei, and five widows under the age of 20 trailing behind her

Clint:

Natasha:

Yelena:

Melina:

Alexei:

The widows:

Clint:

Clint: So are you guys staying for dinner, or…?

They did stay for dinner

And dessert

And breakfast the next morning. Clint’s kids come downstairs to find five child spies asleep on the floor in living room, and the five child spies wake to see three kids in matching pajamas openly staring at them

Clint and Laura talk, and soon enough, Widows start flooding in.

Sent by Yelena from all over the world, girls ranging from six to thirty show up in droves

After a while shoving Widows on couches and mattresses and guest bedrooms, Clint convinces Laura to let him start a new project.

With Natasha, Alexei, Melina, and eventually Tony’s help, he builds a lodge beside the farmhouse.

Bedrooms go in on the top floor; bunk beds for reunited sisters, singles for girls who have never known a quiet night’s sleep, a wide kitchen on the main floor stuffed with food the girls have never had the chance to eat.

Widows who don’t want to stay at the farm are sent to the Avengers Tower (which Tony did not sell, *cough*) and are given access to therapy and job opportunities, and anything else they could need while they adjust to life outside the Red Room

It brings more controversy down on Tony, but what else was he gonna do? Say no?

He considers it after one particularly indoctrinated 6-year-old tries kicking his ass and has to be pulled off him by Natasha

The lodge becomes a safe haven for Widows, even after they’ve found their places in the world.

It takes a while for some to forgive Melina for her part in their enslavement, but she does her best every day to earn their forgiveness.

She becomes friends with Laura Barton, their relationship awkward at first but eventually effortless. The two share looks that are indecipherable to others, but they conduct entire conversations without saying a word. Natasha is befuddled.

Alexei warms up to the Barton kids immediately. They hang off his arms while he booms war stories and nonsense, shrugging off Clint’s concerns

“Relax, Robin Hood. They are soft and squishy, they learn to be strong!”

“… Whatever you say.”

Thanksgivings at the Barton farm start moving outside. Long tables are stuffed with Widows of all ages, Avengers, agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., families, and anyone else who will fit, crowding around in the kitchens and living rooms and fields, swapping stories and inside jokes

Nowhere in the world is totally safe, but the Barton farm feels pretty close

This is so good, dark but kind natasha is so sweet and you write her so well❤️

No Rest for the Wicked

Natasha x reader AU Drabble

Ghosts

You couldn’t believe the price. Not for a place like this. Not in this city.

And that alone should have sounded all the warning bells in your head. No one would sell a house like this here for that minuscule amount.

But you were so broke and so desperate and maybe it seemed too good to be true, but take the good that comes your way, right?

Everything was perfect on the walk through. You were in awe. Such a magnificent place in the middle of town.

And you did ask, at the end. Because dreamer or not, you aren’t an idiot.

“I want it.” You told the real-estate agent. “It’ll cost everything I have - everything they left me, but I have to know- why is it so cheap?”

She is pristine. Black pencil skirts and clear stockings- hair in such a tight bun it actually tightens the skin of her face. (Cool trick, you register for years later. Will have to remember that one someday.)

Anyway

She is not the type who seems to be easily frazzled but she is noticeably uncomfortable at your inquiry.

She clears her throat and fixes her already perfect hair.

“Someone died here,” she confesses. “Violently.”

Oh, that’s all? You don’t believe in ghosts.

“We’ve had 3 other buyers pull out in escrow,” she continues. “Who knows. Maybe she’ll like you.”

Yeah you’re still not buying it - the story that is- not the house- you are definitely buying the house.

“I’ll sign and give you the down payment right now,” you state with confidence.

You move in that afternoon.

And the place feels like a dream. It feels like a fresh start- a balm to your soul after all your loss.

There are some— strange occurrences. Your glasses moving from your nightstand to your bathroom sink. Drawers that you swear you never touched hanging open, your dog— really seems to hate this place.

But you chalk it up to trauma- you’ve just experienced a huge loss and of course your headspace isn’t good.

But everything else here is.

You love your house, your new job is going great, and you just started dating this person who (fingers crossed) seems good for you.

So what if your house is haunted?

You tell yourself that everyday.

Until you finally see her.

And she is… beautiful.

But so terrifying because there is not doubt in your sleepy mind when you walk into your kitchen one morning (when your dog seems particularly upset) and see this red head beauty already standing at your counter in a white night dress, holding a knife, —that she’s dead.

You fight the urge to run and it’s a good instinct, you think. Because she’s looking at you so hopefully. Like you can see her.

And you are usually quite eloquent and articulate but all you can manage to say is,”Are you her? Did you die here?”

And oh my goodness don’t antagonize a ghost but… she just gives you a kind smile and says, “yes. I’m Natasha. I’ve been watching you.”

You swallow and say, “I know,” before joining her at the counter to drink coffee.

And after that—- you kind of become—- friends?

You welcome her presence and when she materializes you just… hang out and watch TV. She isn’t scary.

You want to know, but you never ask how she died. That seems so private and like something maybe she will tell you eventually. When you’re better friends.

She starts showing herself to you more and more and you honestly like her. Like of course it’s weird she’s a ghost (or a product of your medication) but she starts to become the best friend you’ve ever had.

You can tell her everything because she can’t tell anyone else. She’s dead.

But her physicality is real. And when she is present she can touch you and it’s so nice to be held.

You watch old movies with your head on her shoulder and her arms around your waist but— she’s always gone in the morning and you wake up alone on the couch.

You finally convince yourself out of your dead girl day dreams when you get a better psychiatrist (and better meds) and you meet someone —- who is a dream.

She never comes around when they’re there but you can feel her—- hovering. And you convince yourself you just need a higher prescription.

You’re crazy. Meds are your saving grace. There is no ghost in your house. You just went a little nuts for a while.

But then he has to go on a business trip to Dubai. For a month.

And your back alone in that place.

Except she won’t let you be alone. She’s back and she’s angry. And you don’t know how to apologize to a dead person when you’ve done nothing wrong.

But she haunts your every move. She won’t let you sleep.

Until one night you are so terrified and so desperate you just scream, “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME?!”

They’re the last words you’ll ever speak alive.

You never asked her but suddenly you see clear as day the man she married — choking her— to death.

Just as you feel her hands around your neck.

You’re so cold when you come out of her memory and you know, you know without even having to think about it - you’re dead.

You turn to the side and she is laying next to you with a soft smile on her face, brushing a little bit of your hair away from your eyes.

“You killed me,” you croak out.

“Yes,” she acknowledges.

“Why?!” You plead

“You asked me what I wanted. I wanted you. Forever.”

You’ll never even get to know if there is a heaven. You’ll always be trapped in her hell.

"Thunderstorms and Fingers"

Word count 1644

Fluff and smut. Wandanat X FEM Reader.

A/N: A one shot that will more than likely have a 2nd part. Still undecided.

NSFW 18+ FFF 3some, praise kink, fingering, magic manipulation (in a good way) talks of breeding(kink)

It's a cold rainy day. Your favorite. You sit on plush oversized couch in the living room, the fireplace setting off a plethora of oranges, yellows and reds against the simple cream colored walls. The crackling of the wood setting your mind at ease, you take another sip of your hot cocoa, enjoying the way it soothes your throat, the mini marshmallows an added bonus. Everything feels right. The loud boom of the thunder startles you out of your daydreaming. You finish off your hot cocoa and lean back onto the couch, curling up into a ball with a cozy, queen sized fleece blanket draped over your body as you yawn. Your eyes slowly closing, the sounds of the rain pelting against the window pulling you to sleep against your will. Your eyes slowly closing, you open them quickly, you have to stay awake, but the rain and the comfort of the fire and blanket, the way your body fits perfectly into the couch cushions is too much for your senses and soon you're lulled off to sleep.

You don't hear the front door open, you don't hear quiet whispers, you don't feel the couch dip next to you on either side. But you do feel the lips on your forehead, nose, both cheeks then your lips, you feel the second set of lips on the junction between your neck and shoulder kissing just as tenderly as the first set. They're delicate with the placement of their kisses, coaxing you from your slumber and smile forming on your sleep ridden face, your eyes remain close as you hum at the affection you're receiving. You let out a small gasp as you feel a light touch of cold yet warm fingers trail up your plush thighs and under the oversized Tshirt you chose to wear. You let out a small whimper when those same fingers delicately trace the band of your panties. The second set of hands skimming their way up your soft stomach, pausing then squeezing your hips lighty, the contrast of their cold fingers and your heated skin feels delicious. Those same hands moving their way to your full breast and slowly tracing around your nipples now hardened from the cold fingers and squeezing of the buds. You bite your lip to stifle a moan that's begging to be released from the attention your body is receiving.

"don't bite your lip my sweet girl" Wanda says as she leans her forehead against yours, whispering against your lips, her warm breath fanning your face "I want to hear all the pretty noises you make". You slowly release your bottom lip from between your teeth before she kisses you tenderly and swallows a moan that's ripped from your lips as the first set of hands slips beneath the waist band of your soaked panties "fuck" you lowly whimper when your lips disconnect from hers.

"you're so wet detka" Natasha whispers into your ear, hot breath fanning your neck as her fingers connect with your core, the arousal coating her fingers as they slip between your folds, she places a kiss to the sweet spot just below your ear "is all this for me? For Wanda?" she moans as she dips a solitaire finger into your core. You both moan out at the feeling of her slender finger entering you slowly and to the knuckle. Wanda let's out a breathy chuckle "fuck Nat, you feel fuck" your eyes shoot open and you see your girlfriend's eyes red. Fuck. She's feeling what you're feeling, she's tapping into your body. You pull her into a hungry kiss as Natasha slowly pumps into you before adding another finger. You and Wanda both groaning at the feeling of being just a tad bit fuller.

"that's it" Natasha coos at the both of you "that's my good girls" she bites on your shoulder lightly, her teeth skimming before she leaves her mark on your skin. Wanda's hand pulling on your hardened nipple, soft whimpers pouring out of your mouth. Natasha let's out a breathy moan as you do "don't stop Wanda". Fuck. Natasha is connected to you too. Your mind starts reeling at the thought of both of your girlfriend's feeling what you're feeling. Natasha pumps into you a little faster and you start to move your hips along with her thrust. All three of you panting against each other's skin. Your hand on Natasha's wrist to keep her close and help her bury her fingers deeper into your soaked core while your other hand pulls on Wandas hair ripping a moan from the younger red head.

"a-another" you manage to moan out and as requested Natasha adds a third finger and the feeling of being stretched and filled by your girlfriend's fingers has your mind hazy, along with her deep, hard thrust that reach that spot that only her and Wanda can. It sends your body into a frenzy. Arousal coating her fingers and your thighs as your mind and body reel from the pleasure and thought of your girlfriend's receiving the same treatment. "S-so good sweet girl" Wanda stutters out "taking Tashas fingers so g-good" and you whimper at the praise. Wanda's fingers leave your nipples and you release a whimper before her fingers find your swollen clit and begin to rub tight,hard circles around the throbbing bundle of nerves, ripping earth shattering moans from all three of your mouths.

"FUCK WANDS" Natasha grunts out "D-dont stop" she pleads. And the sounds of your girlfriend's moans and Nats pleads, the sound of your core being filled by your girlfriend's fingers sends you right to the precipice of a sweet release "please" you beg breathlessly "c-can I cu-FUCK" their paces pick up at your words "hold on a little longer" Wanda moans out "a-almost there sweet girl" she whimpers as she rubs faster against your clit which in turn sends the same dizzying feeling to her and Natashas brains and bodies. Their cores on fire from the pleasure they're exacting on you. Both dripping, their panties ruined. "You're so tight detka" Nat groans in your ear "fuck I love filling you up" she bites your ear lobe and you moan out at her words "next time" she says breathlessly "we're going to fill you up with our cocks" and both you and Wanda moan loud at her words "put a baby in you" Wanda groans against your lips "Fuck" you whimper against her "I'm c-close" your eyes squeezed shut tightly "cum" is all you hear before your orgasm washes over you, drenching Natasha and Wandas fingers as they both continue their ministrations against your pussy, arousal hitting you again as your hear them both climax and whimper out as their orgasms wash over them.

You all pant from the earth shattering orgasms you've just experienced. Both pulling away from you, leaving you empty and a small whine to leave your lips before you finally reopen your eyes and see Nat offer her fingers to Wanda. You lock eyes with Wanda as she sucks Nats fingers, your cum coating her tongue and groaning at the sight before she pulls Natasha in for a heated kiss. They both moan at the taste of you on their tongues and you swear you've died and gone to heaven right then and there.

You turn to Wanda giving her a chaste kiss before turning your head to do the same to your other red head. All the while both of your hands trail down their bodies before dipping below the waistband of their pants then panties. Both of their breaths hitch in the back of their throats as you internally smirk to yourself. "W-what are you doing detka" Natasha ask with a slight quiver to her voice, Wanda shuts her eyes tight and bites her lip letting a small whimper pass. You turn your head and ghost your lips over Natasha's speaking just loud enough for Wanda to hear your next words as well "getting what im-" your fingers slip between their folds feeling how soaked they are, you let out a groan at the feeling, arousal once again seeping from your core. Your fingers dip into their drenched pussy's with ease, pushing your fingers to the knuckle before pulling them back out and slipping them out from their panties and pants, your fingers glistening from their slick "owed" you breath out to Natasha as you put both fingers from both hands into your awaiting mouth and moaning obscenely at the taste of them. "Fuck" they both groan out at the sight.

"You're naughty" Natasha laughs out and kisses your forehead before you turn towards Wanda and bury your face in the crook of her neck before simply saying "I know". They both chuckle at your bluntness, Nat burys her face between your shoulder blades, kissing the cloth covered skin. You sigh contently as Wanda kisses the top of your head and Nat kisses the back of your neck, both of their arms and legs tangled with you and each others. You go-to close your eyes when you feel Natasha slip her fingers around the waistband of your panties and you lift your head from Wanda's neck. "You didn't think we were done yet, did you?" Wanda ask with a tilt of her head, accent thick on her tongue. "We're just getting started detka" Natasha chuckles against the back of your neck as she slowly pulls your panties down, kissing your neck before she whispers "we promised to put a baby in you" Natasha growls out as you release a moan at her words and see Wanda's eyes glow red "and we don't plan on stopping til you're filled with our cum sweet girl" Wanda husk out before pulling you into a hungry kiss.