Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?
[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]
Warnings:18+. polyamorous relationships. F/M, F/F, F/F/F, F/M/M. Eventual smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Canon-level violence. sugaring relationship. Angst. Explore themes of domestic violence and family issues. Domestic fluff. Slow Burn.
Note:Yeah, I said reader gets with everyone. What about it? LOL This is my self-indulgent fic. Therefore, sporadic updates but we’re here for the fun! Chapters with sexual content will be marked with a *. There are no set amount of chapters, so I will add as I go :)
Summary: Natasha Romanoff breaks into your house. Which is weird because one; why is Natasha Romanoff breaking into your house? and two; she’s supposed to be dead.
Warnings: useless lesbians, a tiny bit of angst, some fluff, brief mention of alcohol, therapy, arguments, some mention of past trauma
Word count: 11k
a/n: from the vault. kind of starts off as a crack fic, and then becomes a bit less of a crack fic. one of the first fics i’ve ever written. avengers endgame spoilers and also spiderman no way home spoilers kind of ig..anyways i love natasha <3
Summary: Natasha Romanoff breaks into your house. Which is weird because one; why is Natasha Romanoff breaking into your house? and two; she’s supposed to be dead.
Warnings: useless lesbians, a tiny bit of angst, some fluff, brief mention of alcohol, therapy, arguments, some mention of past trauma
Word count: 11k
a/n: from the vault. kind of starts off as a crack fic, and then becomes a bit less of a crack fic. one of the first fics i’ve ever written. avengers endgame spoilers and also spiderman no way home spoilers kind of ig..anyways i love natasha <3
Summary: Sometimes you forget the rules, luckily you have Natasha to remind you.
Warnings:18+! Minors DNI! r tops but like a bottom, dumbification, degradation, innocence kink
Word count: 1.6k
Your lack of immediate satisfaction of her request causes her to groan and flip you over. “Natasha, come on.” you whine as your body bounces on the mattress. You don’t have time to recover or retaliate before she’s climbing on top of you.
“Give me what I want.” she says with such entitlement dripping from her sultry tone that it makes you almost cum right then and there. She lowers herself onto your face, and, without her having to ask again, you obediently stick out your tongue.
One of her hands is holding onto the headboard as the other holds your head in place. Your hands snake around the back of her thighs and you scratch her lower back, down to her ass, as you try to guide her movements. You enter her with just the tip of your tongue, darting it in and out, licking and teasing her as you feel her arousal cover your chin and cheeks. You know you’re playing with fire. You know you’re only here because she allows it.
She doesn’t waste more words on you, and with just a small sigh of annoyance lets you know she’s disappointed. You’re not doing well enough. Teasing isn’t what she’s asking for. She grabs a firmer hold of you as she fully sits down on your face. You can’t do much else but lay there trying to move your tongue the best you can while she grinds into you. She notices the way your body squirms under her as you try to move your head away when you start to feel pain in your lungs from the lack of air. She reminds you you’ll only breathe when it doesn’t inconvenience her too much. She tells you to remember that always.
She pulls your head back by your hair so she can make you suck her clit. Her breaths are short and laboured as her movements on top of you become erratic. She grinds her wet cunt against your mouth a few more times before she lets out a loud moan and, throwing her head back, finally comes in your mouth.
She lowers her body and straddles your hips before licking her slick off your face. Not giving you time to catch your breath, she crashes her lips against yours and moans into your mouth at the taste of herself on your tongue. She takes control of the kiss, just like she has taken control over everything else in your life, as she starts to grind her hips into you again.
“I want more,” she says before leaving a trail of kisses from your mouth down your jaw, and to your neck. Her teeth sink into the flesh there and you bite your lip so as to not make a sound. She hums in approval of your compliance before sucking on the same spot and licking over it.
You blindly reach your hand out in the general direction of the drawers by the side of the bed. Natasha notices your movements and you wince at the way her elbow digs into your abdomen when she hurls her body onto you to get the strap she knows you’re reaching for. She stops you when you go to put it on, and does it for you instead. You’re surprised by how gentle she is, and try not to let the paranoia take over. She’s just being nice.
She goes to straddle you again, and as she begins to lower herself down onto your cock you hear the way she mumbles disapprovingly under her breath “I have to do allthe work, don’t I?”
“Wait, I can do it. I was going to.” you know she can hear the panic in your voice as you sit up slightly and pull away from her.
Seeing as you moved away, Natasha sits down on your legs instead, looking amused as ever at your response. You feel your own arousal grow again when her wet cunt comes into contact with your bare thighs.
“You’re sure my dumb little baby knows how?” she coos, as she rolls her hips against you.
It’s rare she lets you take control. She never really does. But when she sees the sparkle in your eyes and how adamant you are to prove yourself to her she lets you climb on top and bottom out inside her.
You watch the cock sink into her before your gaze travels up and you take in the view from your position. You’re not used to it, not used to seeing Natasha laying underneath you. Her skin glistens with sweat, her tits moving with the way she breathes. It’s almost second nature to you now, and you don’t even think about it as you lower your mouth to one of her breasts. Your lips wrap around her hardened nipple as you suck it into your mouth. You weren’t expecting the loud moan that Natasha lets out. Her hands shoot to the back of your head as she pushes your face closer. “Just like that, baby.” Praise is not something she gives you often but when she does, it warms your whole body. “Such a stupid, desperate girl. Can’t think of anything other than having my tits in your mouth, can you?” you suck harder and she takes in a sharp breath. “Move your hips.” the sweetness in her voice is gone in a flash when she speaks the next words.
You bring your hips back a little and then push them down again, listening for her reaction. When you hear the satisfied sigh that escapes her lips you do it again. Lifting yourself up, you look down at her as you continue to slowly slide your cock in and out of her. Your gaze is pulled away from her face when you notice the way her tits bounce from how you move. You start to fuck into her, fast. Loving the way her whole body moves like it’s under yourcontrol. Her tits bouncing more and more as you rut into her faster. Your mind is held captive by her perfect body. The sounds that come out of her mouth, the whines, the moans, the way her name slips off her tongue like you’re doing a good job.
“Does that feel good?” you ask. Your tone, entirely too innocent, makes Natasha smile as she pulls you down into a soft kiss. “Yes, baby. Keep going.”
She moves her head to the side before she presses your face into the crook of her neck. You suck on the skin there as you pick up the pace again. Thrusting your cock into her harder as your hand moves to play with her clit. “Are you close?” you mumble the question against her neck.
“Is my pretty girl tired already?” she asks, petting your hair, as she feels the way your movements slow and your breathing picks up.
“I’m close.” you whisper.
“You can cum,” she says as she begins to move her hips into you herself when you stop moving yours entirely. The shock of how easily you were given permission threw you off for a second and made you forget what you were doing. “Oh don’t act so surprised baby, you did good,” she grabs your ass and forces your hips to meet her movements, “Making me feel so good,” you move away from where your head was resting on her shoulder to read her face, trying to see if she’s telling the truth. She lifts her head up a little to press a quick kiss to your lips and nods her head. “Just move your hips a little more, make me cum too, okay baby?”
You nod your head eagerly as you look down between your bodies. Your fingers are playing with her clit, and the cock sinks in and out of her as you begin to move again. She wraps her legs around you pulling you closer.
The way you push into her, and the growing resistance from her as her cunt clenches around the toy causes the pressure against your own clit to increase. The tension inside of you bursts right before she screams out your name and comes around the toy.
You use the little strength you have left to slip off the harness before you lay down next to her. You rest against the pillow and take in all of her. How beautiful she is. How peaceful and kind she looks laying next to you.
She turns to face you and when her eyes open the look in them makes you shiver.
“What’s the main rule?” she asks as she strokes your cheek with her thumb.
Your eyes widen, and your mouth goes dry when you try to speak.
“What’s the main rule?” she asks again, her tone contrasting the loving way her hand holds your face.
“I don’t get to come before you,” you say, your voice quiet.
“Uh-huh.”
“But you said I could.” you try to defend.
“I said you could, but I never said when did I?” you see the menacing excitement in her eyes. Like she caught you in her trap.
“But-”
“Shush,” her grip on your chin tightens, “You broke the rule because you’re just a dense little whore.”
i had a little angsty but mostly soft!nat idea earlier and i’ve been alternating between writing it and watching stranger things all day. I’m prioritising finishing this fic rn cause im sad and lonely and my heart is yearning… so im inspired
“You should just ask her out. She’d say yes.” Wanda continues needling you.
You were all gathering around for the traditional after party drinks with just the team and significant others. Wanda was again encouraging you to ask Natasha out even though you were fairly certain the redheaded super spy only sees you as a friend. As drinks flowed and inhibitions loosened, Clint the shit starter (as you liked to call him) declared it time for a game of Truth or Dare. The rounds go round and everyone is laughing, blushing, and acting goofy.
Warnings:FxF, reader cheats on boyfriend, no real smut but detailed mentions of it, sexy kissing, a couple swear words, bisexual reader, Natasha is sexy, 18+ ONLY,MINORS DNI, not proof read
A/N:My inspiration is obvious but the song is sexy so can you blame me? This is my lil gift to y’all for getting me to my next follower milestone
Warnings:FxF, reader cheats on boyfriend, no real smut but detailed mentions of it, sexy kissing, a couple swear words, bisexual reader, Natasha is sexy, 18+ ONLY,MINORS DNI, not proof read
A/N:My inspiration is obvious but the song is sexy so can you blame me? This is my lil gift to y’all for getting me to my next follower milestone
Natasha’s stuck behind the bar, watching you out of the corner of her eye. This is what she’s done all night so far; watch you like a predator stalking it’s prey. And there you sit, completely unaware.
Just when she’s about to back off, Natasha spots her chance to strike. Your boyfriend of seven months decides to call it a night, leaving you at this party by yourself. Well, not totally by yourself. Because moments after he leaves, Natasha swoops in.
“Michael’s heading out?” She asks casually, setting a drink for you on the countertop. Your favorite.
You nod, giving her a small smile. “Yeah, he’s gotta be up early tomorrow. I’m not ready to go though.”
“So what will you do here all alone?” Her voice is smooth and seductive. You wonder if Natasha’s aware of the effect that voice has. You’re sure she is.
“Text a little, talk a little, drink a lot.” You laugh but you both know it’s not a joke. If you’re honest with yourself, you didn’t stay because you wanted to party. You stayed because you felt a pull. Towards what, you weren’t sure, but you knew that in order to find out, you needed to stay.
Natasha tilts her head the slightest bit, her little smirk never leaving her lips. “But everyone else is dancing. Do you really plan to sit here instead?”
You shrug. “I don’t have anyone to dance with.”
‘Bingo’, Natasha thinks. “Well, we can fix that.” She steps out from behind the bar and grabs your wrist, gently pulling you to the dance floor, leaving no room for argument. Not that you would.
Out on the dance floor, everyone stands close, bodies grinding and swaying to the beat of the music blasting through the speakers. Natasha pulls you close— maybe too close for two women who are just friends. But again, you don’t mind. The pull returns and you smirk, getting a good idea of what’s going on here. And it’s so fucking wrong, but it feels so right. Natasha’s hands stay on you and the two of you dance. Like she wants to hold onto you forever and never let go, selfishly keeping you all to herself.
She leans in closer so you can hear her speak over the sound of the music, her breath tickling the outside of your ear. “Michael does this a lot, doesn’t he?” Natasha probes, knowing the answer already. At every Stark party, every night out with the team, every event, Michael leaves early. The only time he doesn’t leave early is when he doesn’t show at all.
“Unfortunately yes. I think these things just tire him out; being around all these people.”
“He seems tired a lot. And forgetful.”
You frown. Was it that obvious? For the past few months it’s seemed like he forgot everything. He forgot dates and anniversaries. Hell, he forgot your birthday. But you forgave him. You always forgave him.
“Why do you put up with him? You could find someone better.” Natasha purrs right against your ear, her lips tickling the skin there. “I could do it better.”
Your breath gets caught in your throat as Natasha softly presses her lips just below your ear, trailing them down your jaw and down to your neck. The kisses are light and you could easily pull away if you wanted to. You don’t.
“Fuck.” You whimper breathlessly, wrapped around Natasha’s finger before she’s even done anything of real consequence.
Natasha’s kisses become stronger. She is still gentle with you, but everything feels more solid and less like a whisper of what could happen. “I’d remember shit. I wouldn’t leave you alone at parties. I could keep up with you, in every way imaginable.” Natasha isn’t trying to sell you the idea, she’s stating facts. Michael is failing at being a boyfriend. She could do it so much better than he is. You just have to give her the chance to prove it. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop. I’ll leave you alone just like he did, but only if you want me to.”
Your head rolls back, giving Natasha better access to your neck. “God, please don’t stop.”
That’s all she needs to hear. She was holding herself back before, but now that she has you, she’s going to show you why you should stay with her. Natasha harshly presses her lips against your collarbone, sucking on the spot. You can’t see it, but you can feel the vacuum and the tiniest bursting sensations, and you know she’s leaving a subtle hickey. Marking her territory in a way that only the two of you will know. Even in the middle of the dance floor, you’re in your own private world. Before it can go too far, Natasha grabs your wrist once more, leading you away from the party. Once the two of you are further away, she asks “Do you want to keep going?”
You don’t need any time to think about your answer before it comes out as an eager whisper. “Yes.” With her hand around your wrist, Natasha pulls you to the elevator.
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Waking up in Natasha’s bed doesn’t bring the guilt that you thought it would. You thought you’d regret it, that you’d look at her and think of Michael and how worried he must be. But when you look over at her sleeping figure, all you think of is how gorgeous she is. How soft her skin felt against yours, how good it was to run your hands through her hair, gripping it in pleasure. Her moans and the words she spoke against your lips and between your legs. The hours you spent exploring each others bodies, taking your time ensuring that you saw and felt every single part.
Reluctantly standing, carefully avoiding waking Natasha in the process, you reach for your phone. Good thing you keep a charger in your purse, since you didn’t go home last night. No messages from Michael. You sigh, but you don’t know whether it’s out of disappointment or relief.
You decide that you might as well make breakfast for the two of you, since Michael obviously isn’t missing you right now. You grab a random shirt off the floor, not checking it first. Once it’s slipped over your head, you catch your reflection in the mirror. This is Natasha’s shirt, not yours, but it fits. It brings a pleased smile to your lips. Not only does the shirt fit, but Natasha fits too. Better than Michael ever did. She was right; she could do it better than him.
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