Seera-Li Marvel Masterlist

this is for the lgbt

yo dark nat. kind of domestic, not very serious, kind of dumb, but it’s borne of a thought i had. unedited because i’m lazy and thought you all deserved smth lolll

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on your desk

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: a secret admirer has been dropping off cute notes and flowers off at your desk every day, but you cant help but want there to be one specific, unreachable and untouchable person to be behind it all. 

warnings: fluff, uncertainty, secret admirer!!! basically shy!nat 

word count: 3.8k 

omg nicole look!!!. its your shitty coworker au- eNJoY shsjdjbd OF COURSE NOT PROOFREAD- it’s me c’mon ajsjjdn

There were flowers on your desk, again. And like every time after the first few, your heart picked up when you saw them, in nearly the same arrangement as they usually were. And like Wanda (and occasionally Sharon, if she wasn’t already head first into her computer) did every morning, she craned her neck over to look at you and your open-ish cubicle, where you stared at your desk and tried to decide who on earth could have sent you flowers for the millionth time. 

“You don’t know anyone who could have sent these?” She asked, an entertained and slightly knowing grin on her face as she looked at the typed note that always came with the flowers, no matter how short or to the point it was. On some days, the note would read “you should never stop smiling”, and on others, it would be half a page about how amazing you were at work and how much you were appreciated by your peers. There was no telling what you were going to get, and it managed to be a surprise every day even though you expected it. You shook your head.  “No one at all?” 

No, you didn’t think you know anyone who would have liked you enough to have flowers lying out for you every day, but you knew for a fact that you sure wished it was a specific person, just one. But you knew it wasn’t her. There was no way that Natasha Romanoff was the one buying flowers and typing you cutsey notes, no way at all. That just wasn’t her, and you knew it. Besides, you were always the first to work even if you didn’t make your way to your office first. You would have seen Natasha and her parked car if she was bringing flowers to your desk in the morning. And- it just wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. 

 She was serious. Very stoic, very driven, incredibly pretty, and even smarter. Somehow under all of her seriousness, she managed to light up the boring office (that occasionally had calls from irate customers that you always handled). She had all the traits that men were afraid of women having, and at first, that was what drew you to her. She knew what she wanted and more times than not, she knew where she had to go and what she had to do to get the things she wanted.

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Avengers + Breaking News Meme

dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light - N.R.

(Part of my Red (Taylor's Version) fics)

Song - All Too Well

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - You can't sleep so Natasha calms you in the way she knows helps best -- I just love soft Nat so much and her singing to you would be so comforting and cute omg

Warnings - none, pure fluff :')

Word Count - 1003

You couldn't sleep. Lying on your back with a frustrated huff and staring up at the glow in the dark stars and planets stickers you'd dotted around; Natasha laughed one day as she walked into your shared bedroom to find you balancing on a chair that you had balanced on your bed, tongue poked out of your mouth in concentration as you stuck them up one by one. She helped you keep your balance, not entirely thrilled at the childish décor you were pasting over what once was her ceiling but loving it - and you - nonetheless.

You looked to the figure beside you, the redhead sleeping peacefully lying on her side with her hands tucked beneath her cheek, squishing her face in such an adorable way. You smiled at how sweet she looked, truly enamoured by the woman next to you; the way her soft and gentle side is reserved for you, the way she slowly opened herself up to you and let you love her and see her vulnerable. You felt privileged and lucky to be hers the same way she was yours.

You'd been unable to sleep for a while now, tossing and turning but not being able to switch your mind off enough to doze off. And your stomach was begging for a midnight snack - who are you to refuse? You moved carefully so as to not knock into Natasha as you climbed out of bed, the large t-shirt you were wearing falling to your mid thigh and the rest of your legs bare.

You tiptoed to the door, pulling it open as quietly as possible whilst checking on the woman behind you - she was still sleeping soundly, success. You continued your actions in an equally silent manner, shutting cupboards and drawers with the utmost care as you fetched out what you needed, working in the dark as you knew your way round in such a state. Slowly placing the plate onto the counter to minimise and noise, spreading peanut butter onto some bread for a sandwich - Nat will be so jealous, you thought with a smirk, taking a bite.

The downside to peanut butter sandwiches though is how dry they are, so you went to the fridge seeking the container of orange juice. Though, as you were searching you felt a warm presence by your hand. Turning, you saw the smug face of your girlfriend retreating from the sandwich in your hand which now had another large bite missing from it, you gasped mockingly with a shake of your head as she held back a laugh - both of you keeping quiet as the others slept.

"Trouble sleeping, krasivaya dorogaya?" She whispered as you poured some of the juice into a glass.

"Yeah and I wanted a snack." You returned, making her smile.

"You could have woken me." She added, taking the glass from your hand and taking a sip - she knows you have trouble sleeping and there's one thing she does that helps calm you enough to grow sleepy.

"I couldn't, you looked too cute." You smiled, looking at her smiling back at you, face illuminated by the glow of the light streaming from the open refrigerator. You walked back to the fridge to put the container of juice back, taking another bite of your sandwich and giving the rest to Natasha who took it happily and finished it off. "How can you look so good when you've just woken up in the middle of the night?" You questioned, cupping her cheek in your palm. "A masterpiece." You whispered, a blush and a grin crawling across her cheeks before she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

She separated your mouths but kept your foreheads pressed together, her hands holding softly onto your waist as she began to sway your bodies side to side. You turned your head, resting it on her chest so her chin rested on your head, your hands looping around her body and holding onto her back. You gently swayed from left to right, Natasha's soothing voice breaking the silence as she began to lowly sing.

For you, there'll be no more crying

For you, the sun will be shining

And I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

She sang the lyrics in just above a whisper, so serene and tender as you held onto her. The thoughts racing throughout your head slowly fading away as she brought your focus to her, listening to the peaceful singing of the love of your life.

To you, I'll give the world

To you, I'll never be cold

'Cause I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

You couldn't help but quietly hum along to her words, smiling into her chest as she stroked your hair, bodies still swaying in a placid dance as you held onto one another - no other place you'd rather be.

And the songbirds are singing,

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before

You were finally feeling peaceful, smiling against her skin as your eyes slowly grew heavier.

And I wish you all the love in the world

But most of all, I wish it from myself

She walked you back to your room, holding you from behind with her hands tightly holding around your waist and her chin resting on your shoulder, pressing small kisses on your cheek every few steps. Climbing into bed behind you and going back to holding you as soon as you lay on your side, with your back pressed against her front and her legs entwined with yours. Her fingers softly stroking strands of your hair as she whispered the last lines of the song, you eyes drifting closed not long before she fell back to sleep.

And the songbirds keep singing

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before, like never before,

Like never before

Translation krasivaya dorogaya - beautiful darling ALSO the song used was Songbird by Fleetwood Mac :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTi19MPOvDw

not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.

there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.

okay but imagine a smut with natasha where she puts a vibrator on you but then straddles you so the vibe is on her aswell😮‍💨 thinking thots

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pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

summary: reader makes natasha angry at a party, they go back to their room and bang bang yaknow seggs oh and refer to request! hope i did it justice hehe

warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni. public-ish. usage of vibrator. light bondage. a little degradation? lmk if i should add anything else :)

translations: malyshka - babygirl detka - baby

word count: 2.6k

my back hit the back of the elevator with a thud, my hands immediately finding their way to my girlfriend's waist. my mouth fell open slightly as i felt her tongue dragging a wet trail up my throat.

it was almost 3am, and we were in the elevator of the avengers compound, going up to our floor after tony's big anniversary party.

nat and i barely interacted throughout the night, both playing a very cold and dangerous game. i stole glances every now and then, just to check what she was up to and her whereabouts.

it didn't help that she looked stunning tonight. her wine red dress hugging her body, leaving almost nothing to imagination.

i turned from where i was situated at the bar, to still see nat across the room on the couch with banner. my eyes narrowed at the sight.

she knew he had a thing for her. and she knew i hated it whenever they were close together. she laughs at something he says, placing a hand on his shoulder.

it was if she knew i was watching.

not even caring about being subtle anymore, i kept my eyes on the two.

"geez, i'm glad you don't have powers like i do or banner would've been six feet under"

i turned to the source of the voice, smiling slightly at wanda who took a seat next to me. i chuckled at her comment as i took in the sight of her.

"you look really nice," i complimented with a wink. she rolled her eyes at my comment, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"don't look now, but she's looking at you"

i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "who?"

"who else would i be talking about? and for the record, her thoughts are loud. doesn't seem too pleased that i'm here with you"

i scoffed. she's jealous?

"wanna make her more mad?" i suggested in a whisper, a mischievous grin on my face as my hand fell on top of hers that was on the counter top.

wanda looked at me incredulously, a small smile however on her face, "careful, y/n. i might catch feelings"

i rose an eyebrow, amused by our harmless flirtatious interactions. we've been best friends for ages, since we met in hydra. we were like sisters. so the fact that nat could ever be jealous of wanda just boggles me.

wanda intertwines our fingers as her other hand found my thigh. bold.

"right, she's getting up. and she is not happy"

and now we're here.

her forehead flushed against mine, her breath hot against my lips. my eyes flickered from her cherry stained lips to her once ocean green eyes, now dark with lust.

"what did you think you were doing, my love?"

i cocked my head to the side, slightly raising an eyebrow. "i wasn't doing anything"

a grunt left my lips when i felt my legs getting kicked apart, nat slotting her thigh in between them. her hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to look at up at her helplessly.

my mouth flew open when i felt a sudden pressure pressed against my centre, a choked whimper leaving my mouth.

"so you weren't being a whore with that witch?"

another push against my centre.

fuck.

my hands grabbed onto the railing behind me, steadying myself when i felt my knees buckling just a little.

suddenly this elevator ride seem longer than usual. as if on cue, the elevator stops and the doors open with a ding. but natasha didn't move an inch.

"we're not leaving until you answer me, baby"

my mouth opened in an attempt to mutter an answer, but stopped myself when i heard a familiar buzzing sound.

no.

i looked down to the source of the sound, the little bullet vibrator in her hand just buzzing away.

"you brought that to the party?!"

she simply laughs as she lightly runs the toy up my exposed thigh, goosebumps rising on my skin. at this point, the doors have already closed and the elevator was stagnant.

"of course," she breathes out, lips threatening to touch mine, "i could never be too careful with you. just look at how you acted out tonight.."

she trails off, taking the toy away from my skin in sync. before i could stop myself, a pathetic whine left my lips at the loss of the sensation on my skin.

a low rumbling sound was heard from the elevator before it slowly started going up and before i could do anything else, natasha had managed to get her hand between my legs, pressing the vibrator straight against my pussy.

my eyes closed shut, my hand frantically finding hers in attempt to keep it there, "fuck, natty"

the fact that the elevator was moving meant that it was on its way to someone's floor, and that the door could open anytime for anyone to see us like this.

that thought alone sent shivers down my spine, and at this point i'm pretty sure i was soaked through.

"i wonder who we'll run into...." she trails off, her other hand running along my exposed stomach, and up my tube top, "who's gonna see you being played with like this"

oh god, fuck. the elevator slows down, and that's when i started panicking. "nat, stop," i whimpered helplessly, against my own inner wishes.

"say it."

i caved, "god, yes, i was– i was being a whore with wanda"

and almost immediately the buzzing between my legs stopped, and i fell limp as my knees gave way.

nat pulls my skirt back down, before looking at me with an adoring smile on her face, her hand coming up to tuck my messy hair behind my ear.

if it wasn't for my throbbing, pulsating centre right now, i probably would've swooned at the romantic gesture.

nat turns around just as the door opens and, and in comes steve.

"romanoff, y/l/n," he acknowledges with a nod as he presses the groundfloor button.

"rogers," nat says.

i, on the other hand, was cowering behind my girlfriend, still trying to catch my breath as quietly and as quickly as possible.

"wait– where are you guys headed?" the captain turns when he realises we didn't press a floor button.

nat laughs, "oh right, 14th floor please. thanks cap"

"wha– but you guys didn't–," the redhead cut the confused captain off, "don't ask questions you don't wanna know, rogers"

soon enough the lift reaches our floor, and nat links our arms together, essentially dragging me out of the cabin and leaving behind a very confused and disturbed captain america.

the moment our room door closed, natasha backs me up all the way till the back of my knee hits the side of our bed, "lie down, detka"

i did as told, scooting up so that i was in the middle of the bed and then looking up at her for further instructions. like a lost puppy.

"be a dear and take off your clothes, would you? leave the panties on"

her gentle voice trails off as she leaves the room, to god knows where. i quickly discarded my clothes, eager for her to do something, anything to me.

the throbbing between my legs seemingly became more and more distracting, when nat walks back in with familiar pink silk ropes in her hands.

"oh, fuck me," i mumbled to myself as scenes of what was in store for me tonight flashed through my mind.

the red head simply chuckles as she crawls onto the bed in front of me, "that's the plan, malyshka"

she stops as she reaches my thighs that were clenched together, and stares down at me, a satisfied smile on her face, "open up, baby"

and i did, whining slightly at the sticky feeling of my juices slick on my inner thighs. i heard natasha inhale a sharp breath as her eyes landed on the apex of my thighs, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth.

"god, if you weren't being such a whore tonight... would've eaten you out so good..." she mumbles as she runs a finger up my thigh, and to my covered slit.

my hips automatically bucked up when her finger grazed against my clit, an embarrassingly needy whimper leaving my mouth.

i watched as she collected my wetness with her finger and brought it to her mouth, a satisfied moan leaving her mouth as she tasted myself. i felt my head spinning, both at the sight in front of me and the fact that i'm not getting touched properly.

natasha moves up to straddle me, reaching out to tie my wrists to the headboard, "pull."

i tugged my hands against the restraints to test them, and it didn't budge. she leans down, a small smile on her face, "perfect, are you okay?"

i could only hum in approval, my eyes silently pleading her to give me what i need. she lowers her face even more so she was mere inches from mine.

i let out a shaky breath at our current position, wanting nothing more than her lips on mine. but i knew i was in no place to initiate anything.

"suddenly you're such a good girl, huh?" natasha breathes out against my lips, the back of her fingers brushing lightly against my temple.

my head leans into her touch, my eyes shutting momentarily as i embraced her gentle touch while i still have it.

"oh, the things i'd do to you.." she mumbles mostly to herself before finally capturing my lips with hers. i sighed against her lips, just slightly relieved.

the kiss was anything was soft, yet all it did was leave me wanting more. a whine automatically left my system when natasha pulled away, and i unconsciously tugged at the silk ropes in attempt to get closer to her.

"i need you, natty, please"

she simply chuckles at my begging, seemingly entertained as she moves further down so that she was eye level with my centre.

"you need me here, detka?" her soft voice fills my ear as she snaps my panties against my skin. i flinched, the feeling going straight to my pulsating core.

the familiar buzzing sound fills the room and i almost jumped in excitement, my legs having minds of their own and spreading wider for the redhead.

"my god, you're just a needy little slut, aren't you?" nat laughs dryly at my actions. i couldn't even bring myself to feel embarrassed.

i watched as she ran the vibrator up my inner thigh, and to my panty line, skipping right where i needed her. i bit down on my lip, struggling to stay still as i became more and more needy.

my head fell back to the pillow, defeated when i suddenly felt the vibrator being pressed right against my panty clad clit.

a loud gasp left my lips at the feeling, my hips bucking up into her hand.

"behave, malyshka," natasha warns, and i whimpered.

natasha ups the setting a notch, sending me into a complete frenzy. my hands grabbed onto the silk ropes, my back arching as i tried my best to stay still.

"fuuuuuck," i moaned out after a series of silent gasps, causing a satisfied smile on the redhead's face.

"does it really feel that good, baby?"

i nodded vigorously, the familiar coil in my stomach becoming tighter and tighter as nat moves the vibrator against my clit. and suddenly the feeling was gone.

before i could protest, nat was sitting up, "hold on just a second, love"

i watched as she moved to straddle me, her black lace panties now in full view for me. she pushes her panties to the side, exposing her already wet cunt and GOD when i tell you, i almost moaned at the sight.

"i wanna feel good too," she pouted mockingly before bringing the vibrator back to the small space between our centres.

"oh, god," she breathes out the moment she turns it back on.

i looked down to see her clit pushing against the vibrator that was on me, and i swear, i could've cum on the spot.

the vibration of the toy against my pussy, combined with the pressure nat was causing, made the tightening feeling in the pit of my stomach come back.

natasha was slowly grinding against the vibrator, letting out little pants here and there that were like music to my ears. the fact that i couldn't hold or touch her at all was driving me nuts.

at this point i could tell that nat was too engrossed in the pleasure she was receiving to pay attention to me. i bucked my hips up to meet hers, causing her to fall forward in a choked moan.

she unexpectedly grabs my face, looking at me dead in the eyes. "needy fucking bitch," she spat, causing me to moan as her words goes straight to my core.

"yeah? you like getting called a bitch?" she grinds down particularly harder after her question, both of us moaning at the feeling.

my mouth opened to answer her, but nothing came out. she just laughs mockingly at me, "aw, she can't even speak. are you gonna cum?"

i nodded, looking at her with pleading eyes, "please"

she lets go of my face only to give it a slap, completely catching me off guard. i unconsciously moaned at the sting, loving how rough she was with me.

"fuck, i'm coming too," she moaned as she continued grinding on the toy, chasing her orgasm, "wanna cum with me, baby?"

"please, please– i wanna cum with you, natty," i whined pathetically, feeling the waves about to crash anytime now.

my eyes rolled to the back of my head as natasha peppered kisses all over my neck and moves her mouth to my ear, moaning softly into it.

"now, detka"

the moment those words reached my ears, i finally let go, my back arching into natasha as i let the high take over. my mouth opened, silent gasps leaving my system as i come undone.

natasha falls limp on top of for a second before she gets up, looking at me with a small smile.

she moves back down to turn the vibrator off and chuck it aside.

"your panties' all ruined," she mocked as she runs a finger up and down my covered slit, causing my hips to twitch at the sensitivity.

"can you untie my hands please, they're starting to ache"

nat laughs, half in amusement and guilt, "i'm sorry, my love"

she reaches out to swiftly untie the knots. the moment my hands were free, i wasted no time before pulling her back down against me and crashing our lips together.

i felt her smile into the kiss, causing me to do the same. she pulls away first, breathing heavily as she looks down at me with a smile.

"i take that as a thank you?" she laughs, and i did too as i nodded in agreement.

i tugged my bottom lip between my teeth as i stared at my girlfriend's face. "you know me and wanda could never ever be a thing right?"

she simply snickers, looking back at me with a knowing smile.

"duh, i knew you were just trying to get in my pants"

i rolled my eyes in feign annoyance at her choice of words. "seems like you got into my pants first though," i retorted, playing along.

natasha narrowed her eyes as she nodded slowly, agreeing with me.

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Too Important

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex, a little bit of angst if you squint hard enough, fluff.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: This was a little hard for me to write but I poured my heart and soul into it so I hope everyone loves it. :)

You met Natasha in your first mission as a SHIELD agent. It felt surreal to say the least.

You looked up to her from the very first minute because she made every move, every ability and every skill look easier than it actually was. You'd pay attention to her every move, all in adoration.

She must've noticed it, because she started passing by you in the SHIELD corridors and immediately send a sweet smile your way.

You wished you were more like her.

You quickly became acquainted to each other. You were always training together, talking, laughing, her hand would would place itself on your biceps whenever you made a bad joke, you even went as far as thinking she was flirting with you.

She became more active at the compound, in the training room at the same time you were. She'd watch your every move in adoration just like you did to her.

She'd be up at 4am everyday, and you grew a habit of waking up as early as she did so you would have breakfast together because you didn't know when you would see each other again throughout the day.

Natasha felt appreciated, you were certainly not a morning person, but you'd make an effort just to see her, and she'd kiss your cheek with a small smile and begin her chores for the day, it almost felt like nothing could defeat her.

That was until you had looked at her SHIELD files at the first opportunity you had and you found out she had a story that led up to her becoming a Black Widow.

You ended up knowing more about her hard infancy, about her mother, about the Red Room, all about her missions... you became aware of what they had done to every widow to make them more efficient, making you red, you had fumed in anger.

And you thought that maybe the only thing that could actually defeat her was her own past.

Sometimes it was hard to notice it. her eyes never stopped glowing, but if you squinted hard enough, she would let you see the tiredness in them.

One day, the only time you saw her was late at night in the showers, right after she finished training. She was in her gym clothes, sweaty and hair all over the place, you still loved the sight. She stood quietly, head staring at the wall in front of her when she thought no one was there. Her eyes held a weary look, a sigh following behind.

You had wondered: what if things had turned out differently for her, what if she had had a partner, kids, a mom and a dad, what if she wasn't a avenger, what if she didn't wish so badly to wipe the red out of her ledger... who would she really be?

Just a few moments went by and her eyes soon followed yours, her spy sense never faltering. Her look went from weary to hard at the sight of someone there, quickly realizing it was you, she dropped the façade and gave you a small smile telling you to come in. 'Hey... what're you up to?'

'Oh nothing, I was passing by and I saw you... you okay?' Worried was evident in your tone and in your eyes too. Her smile faltering just a bit and coming back just as quickly, you would've never noticed it if you weren't a spy.

'Yeah, I'm alright, just a bit tired' it was an obvious lie.

You had spent so much time with Natasha that lying to you was becoming a harder task to do, like her walls weren't as up, she was becoming more human around you and you loved it.

You placed your arms on top of her shoulders and brought her in for a hug, gently placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.

Stunned, she took a minute to hug you back, but once she did, she squeezed you in her arms and pressed a kiss to you neck making you shiver.

'Well, I'm glad everything's okay. I just worried. You're too important.'

You let her go and the look she gave you made you believe she didn't really think she was important. It was almost a melancholic sight. Eyes seemingly off in an unknown insecurity you had never seen in anyone before. You felt the need to bring her back to your arms but you held back.

She nodded and looked at you then. Kissed you on the cheek and went back to the showers taking her clothes off, a small gasp coming from you and a smirk in her lips, eyes still prominent on you as she undressed.

You were never prepared to see her naked, not when just in previous minutes her eyes held a saddest gaze you've ever seen. But she had a naughty smirk on her face and you wondered if what she was doing was one of her many Black Widow moves.

But you forgot all about it when she placed her plump limps on yours. She didn't particularly taste like anything but her mouth screamed neediness and want, even more when she placed you gently against the wall and made you touch her nude breasts that were displayed for you and you only.

It made you feel things, you knew your panties were a mess, and deep down you knew it was wrong; she was deflecting her insecurities and sadness on what she was doing to you, but all you could think about was her hands all over the place... when she lifted her leg up and placed it on your waist... how it felt when you knee came in direct contact with her womanhood, when you realized how wet she was and how turned on you were.

You made her come thrice then, before showering together and finally parting ways to your respective rooms after a chaste kiss. You knew you wanted to be with her and she knew that too. Was it a Black Widow move?

She became distant after that, much to your dismay. You had noticed the subtle bags under her eyes whenever she was up for breakfast, but you weren't brave enough to ask her what had happened, you didn't want to come off as selfish, to think that the reason she looked smaller was just because of you. Maybe life had gotten in the way, so you gave her space.

Maybe that had been the wrong move; you found out later through a co-worker that Natasha had been having a fling with another agent, someone who took her for granted and bragged to all of his friends that he had been with the "hottest, dirtiest chick in the game". It had brought tears to your eyes once you heard it but you never let them fall. You felt betrayed, thinking you and Natasha had something special. You realized all along it was only one of her Black Widow moves.

You didn't know how to approach her, how sad she looked having dinner by herself one night, you felt bad, you thought that it wasn't her fault if she had lead you on, maybe it had never been her intention.

She looked at you, tears in her eyes, but she did the opposite of what you did, she let them fall. She had been broken a long time ago, before becoming an avenger. She had been broken at birth.

She looked younger with a pout between her lips and a frown, 'Am I still too important to you?'

You sighed and this time you didn't hold back from bringing her into your arms. You had whispered she was more important than anything you've ever had. She had sobbed on your shoulder saying she was sorry.

'What are you sorry for?'

'I was scared. I never had someone care so much for me, please tell me you still do' voice as small as an ant, head now cuddled into your neck.

'I do' her arms grasped your waist tigher.

You were wrong, it has never only been a Black Widow move, Natasha Romanoff had you and you had her too.

Like A River

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.9K

A/N: This is part of a lovely prompt challenge I’m doing with @quietlyimplode. A bit of angst and a bit of fluff, contains some heavier themes.

There were two of you. You knew that from the start. You did not ask about her.

You were in love. You wanted to be.

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Show Mommy What You Got.

Natasha your mommy, decides that you look stunning in lingerie she chose on a vacation in Amsterdam and decides to do something about it.

Warnings: Mommy Kink, WLW sex, implied age gap, reader has a pus*sy, reader wears a bra + panties, no pronouns are used for reader, edging, fingering, clitoral play, Natasha romanoff is referred to as Mommy multiple times, reader is called a sweet thing, Kotenok and sweet heart, author has no clue what Amsterdam is like

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

First fic! I hope you enjoy 🥰 Also thank you to @starsvck for helping me w imagining ideas and for teaching me how to use a read now lol I also wrote this while veryy tired after a biology test and after uni in 40ish minutes so sorry for any errors💕

Natasha sat on the edge of the far too fancy hotel bed, a coy cocky smirk playing on her red lips. "Show mommy what you got, sweet thing." You two had been tromping through the streets of Amsterdam during a small but nevertheless pleasant vacation.

A sharp stab of pleasure pools arousal thick and heavy between your thighs. Mommy had been teasing you all day at the mall and you could feel it in the way your pussy throbbed against the pretty, deep red panties that mommy had chosen for you. It had of course come with a matching bra.

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Half stumbling from desperation you straddled Natasha's lap, her deep green eyes gleamed and darkened hungrily as she raked them over your body. Her fingers reached up and began to gently play with the lacy hem of your panties, feather light touches sent pangs of pleasure straight to your sensitive pussy. Natasha's other hand snaked up your body to firmly grasp your chin, clasped between her thumb and forefinger. "Mommy please, I need you!" You cried out half delirious with overwhelming arousal.

Mommy hums gently, her lightly curled red locks tumbling over a tank top clad shoulder, leather jacket mysteriously vanished. "You look so pretty like this, Kotenok." Her hand finally slips into your panties, finger tip trailing through slick folds. Soon after, her roughened palm ground against your clit sending sharp sparks up your spine as two fingers slipped into you with no preamble. Pleasure burst in your pussy as you whimpered and moaned from Natasha's ministrations. You could hear the wet, obscene noises coming from your pussy.

A tight knot quickly grew in your tummy as mommy's hand pumped and ground down harder. "Ah!- mommy I can't I'm gonna-"

Before you finished begging Natasha's slick soaked hand slipped out. You sat on mommy's lap, legs trembling and pussy utterly soaked through your lacy panties. Your shocked eyes flick to mommy and she laughs softly. "C'mon sweet heart, don't you want to show me what other pretty panties you have?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement as though Natasha didn't know what she was doing.

Mommy gently pushes you off her lap and toward the general direction of the bathroom, leaving you unsatisfied and overwhelming aroused.

Flipping A Story (Avengers X Teen!Fem!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Avengers X Teen!Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Bullying, fighting, violence, bit of swearing

Request: Part I: Hey! How about a avengers x reader where Reader has “mass mind control” power where she work it like a computer. She can copy, paste, cut memories from one to another. Basically control people, and make herself look like a complete victim if she wants to. She’s a teen, usually reserved and kind . She sees the Avengers as her family and friends. She had developed a thick skin to bullies and hate, just ignore them. But one day it gets out of hand in school. Part 2: They talk shit about the Avengers. And she was pissed. She decided to have fun, made him and his friend fight each other. Laugh at it. And before the principle comes, she was already fake crying. The kids ended up with slight skull fracture, broken jaw, losing teeth and some bruises. But well, she was crying so it wasn’t her fault anyways. But peter manged to record the whole thing and gave to the avengers. They were horrified and impressed at her power and acting skill.

You had a tough skin, an armour you had built up over the years through exposure to being treated differently and badly by peers and strangers alike. You’d taught yourself to be reserved, to be quiet, be kind, and be patient, because at the end of the day, you were aware you had a power that could cause a lot of damage if you so desired. It was through your caution and level head, that you found yourself close friends with people who actually understood you. The Avengers. 

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