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.”
Summary: Your sketchbook is filled with versions of Natasha through your eyes.
A/N: An idea for a drabble that I had while bored at a party. Nothing serious, kinda different, hope it’s still good. Yes, I am procrastinating on my requests with this story :).
You first saw her in a park. Her black leather jacket and red hair stood out to you on the sunny day, she had a coffee cup in hand, sitting on a bench and looking gloomy. She was enticing.
You couldn’t help yourself as you looked at her, the scratching of your pen against the paper started almost involuntarily. You knew who she was, from a few scattered pieces of news about the city’s heroes. Today she looked nothing like it.
The few wisps of hair that broke free from her braid turned into delicate strokes of your pen. Her profile was easy to draw, the turn of her eyebrows and shape of her lips was almost natural to your fingers.
She felt your lingering gaze on her, moving her eyes to you with a daring look to chase you away. It did the opposite, you put on a sheepish smile and walked up to her.
The sketchbook in your sweaty hands caught her attention as you walked closer, she lifted an inquiring eyebrow when your feet came to a stop in front of her.
“I’m sorry, but you are inspiring.” You stated. The weight of her gaze wasn’t unpleasant, but it made you avert your eyes.
She digested your words for a few seconds, her lips parted. “May I see?”
You expected Natasha Romanoff to sound much more confident. You loved the tone of her voice.
There was a respectable distance between both of you as you sat down beside her. You handed her the sketchbook, she looked through the pages until an unfinished portrait of her appeared. The lines copied her features to perfection, making her frown when she saw the gentleness of her own eyes.
“You make a different version of me.” Natasha mused to herself, not taking her eyes off of the drawing. Her lips were pursed in a half-smile.
“I only draw what I see.” Your voice was quiet, your cheeks felt warm. She was much more captivating up close.
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You’ve known Natasha for about four months. By now, your sketchbook was filled with strokes of ink that formed many different versions of her. Your favorites were the ones where she was distracted; in her own world, she looked the most natural. Drawings of her watching TV, reading a book, brewing coffee, and watering your plants. In each drawing, she was more beautiful than the last. And with each empty page you started to fill, you fell more in love.
Today, you opened the door of your small apartment to her. The image of her standing at the entrance of your home, with her hands in the pockets of her pants and a tiny smirk, was becoming familiar. You felt her nervous excitement immediately, opening your arms to her with the bit of reassurance she needed.
Natasha felt warm against you, her hold was always strong. She always gripped onto you as if it would be the last time.
“Thank you for having me.” Her voice gave away the impression that she thought of herself as a chore you had to do. Her eyes roamed around your home, her steps inside were slow and careful.
“It’s a pleasure, Nat.” She was a privilege, you tried to make her see that.
The nickname raised goosebumps on Natasha’s skin, reminding her why she came. She turned around to you and the words she rehearsed earlier died on her lips as you caught her hand.
“I bought a new one.” You dragged her towards your balcony, glancing back with a proud smile that had Natasha’s heartbeat quickening.
You squeezed her hand, coming to a stop near the many plants you took care of. A smaller one held your gaze, the bright green of the little succulent plant let everyone know it was happy in its new home.
Natasha smiled, touching one leaf with a careful finger. “It’s beautiful.”
Her voice held a tight tone that had you frowning, but you brushed it off. “I need to move it to a bigger pot though, will you help?”
Natasha was happy to agree, she loved how you taught her to appreciate smaller details in life. You both worked wordlessly moving the little plant. You grabbed the pot, and Natasha adjusted the new soil. She took it upon herself to put it in place, being overly careful in holding the plant as she moved it from one pot to another.
Your smile was dazed, she was always enticing. Leaning back on the railing, you couldn’t help yourself from taking the sketchbook from your back pocket and tracing a loose sketch of the scene. The way Natasha was pursing her lips in concentration, holding the plant as if it was the most precious yet fragile thing in the world; it was too good not to draw.
She could always feel when your eyes lingered on her for too long, Natasha felt herself blushing. She put down the plant, that was now comfortable in its new, bigger pot. “Why do you draw me so much?” Her words came but she was unable to look up at you.
“I told you already, you are inspiring.” You kneeled beside her on the floor of your balcony, feeling grains of soil beneath your knees.
Natasha saw her vision get blurry, the leaves of the plants in front of her starting to mold together. If you were to leave, let it be now. It would hurt less. She sucked in a breath, playing the words in her head. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew me.”
She turned around and forced her eyes to meet yours, pursing her lips in a tight smile. “There’s something I need you to know.” She whispered.
“I’ve seen it.” You said with ease, seemingly reading her mind and making the burden feel light. Not long ago Natasha leaked various files of a corrupt organization, alongside those, her own files were released as well. Tales of her past, of the things she’d done and people she’d killed.
Natasha gulped, feeling small under your gaze. Her throat closed tightly. “I’m not pretty.” A tear run down her nose when she averted her eyes. “You shouldn’t put that on paper.”
Your fingers threaded gently through the red waves of her hair, you pulled her to your chest, kissing the crown of her head. She nuzzled your neck, her arm came around your waist with a strong grip that was almost bruising.
“Will you leave?” Her voice was muffled against you, her tears felt warm on your skin. You squeezed her shoulders at the same time her words gripped your heart. You kissed her hair, feeling your eyes sting because Natasha didn’t know any better. For her, an act of love only meant pain afterward.
You pulled away, gentle thumbs wiping the tear tracks from her cheeks. “Never.”
Natasha closed her eyes at your voice, her hands clutching the fabric of your shirt. A shaky breath of relief came from her.
“I only draw what I see, Nat. When I look at you, I only see beauty.” You opened your sketchbook, taking her hand in yours and closing it around your small collection of memories on paper. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.” You traced her jaw and the outline of her lower lip before looking down at your most recent drawing of her.
Natasha leaned onto your touch, following your gaze to the sketchbook in her hands. The lines were a bit messy and rough, but her features were light and gentle; the look in her eyes was one she’d never seen before, and the flowing of her hair was perfect on the stroke of your pen.
Placing a kiss on the palm of your hand, Natasha realized that the drawing of the woman holding a small plant in her hands didn’t look so foreign to her anymore. Slowly, your version of her was becoming the one she recognized the most.
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knight x princess reader AU??? with either marvel ladies or rose diaz with brooklyn nine-nine people??? am i on to something here?? is that something anyone would like to see?? please let me know or give me some ideas shawties!!
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You’re back in New York; as if nothing ever happened.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: there shouldn’t actually be any besides major angst (there will be an ending; good or bad is up to you)
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: you greedy motherfuckers, here’s part three lol
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It’s a beautiful autumn day in New York City, and classes started again and this should be both of your last years at the university. With very few credits left to earn, all your classes are morning sessions, thank god so you and Stacy usually meet up to grab lunch to-go on the way to her home.
“Can we grab some coffee on the way home too? I really need caffeine. Professor Rogers gave us our first assignment and I really want to finish it early.”
“Of course. Isn’t he like a friend of your mom’s?” you asked, your gripping tightening on your bag.
“Yeah, I’m like ten-thousand percent sure he’s got a thing for my mom,” Stacy chuckled.
“He does?” you felt territorial, almost jealous that other people found her attractive. Of course they did, they had eyes.
“Yeah, but he’s not her type,” Stacy said.
“What is her type?”
“Girls,” she laughed; of course you knew her type, you fucked her.
“Right,” you chuckled, playing a part.
“You want anything?”
“No, thanks though,” you replied.
Stacy got her things and in no time you arrived at the luxurious penthouse apartment that is Stacy’s home. You had moved away from your home long ago, living in a quaint studio in New York, and four years ago when you first met her, you had teased Stacy about how she still lived with her mom two years into college. That was clearly before she invited you to her place and you admit it, you probably wouldn’t move out either if you lived in a place like this.
“I don’t think I’ll ever walk in here unimpressed,” you muttered, making Stacy chuckled.
“My mom works hard,” she boasted, it was true though.
Nat was extremely wealthy. You don’t really know exactly what she does for work besides building things but she works alongside billionaire architect Tony Stark, so yeah she makes a shit ton of money.
You and Stacy ate your lunches in the kitchen talking about each other’s day and what happened. Unfortunately her and Jason broke up; not on extremely bad terms though. However, during that ‘surprise trip’ that had gone a bit wrong during summer, Jason had told Stacy that he was moving to Chicago for a job opportunity. It moved faster than either were anticipating and they mutually broke up on good terms.
“Have you talked to Jason since the move?” you said cautiously.
“Yeah, he likes the new job.”
“That’s good.” There was an awkward pause and you got worried you hit a nerve.
“What about you? You dating? Talking? Fucking?”
“Stace,” you gasped. Yes; to the fucking. Your mom. Literally.
“Come on, what’s going on with you? You haven’t introduced me to anyone in two years.”
Truthfully, the day you met her mom, you hadn’t actually talked to anyone romantically since. But Stacy didn’t need to know that.
“I realized two years ago how much more important having a career is than having a lover,” you said cheekily.
“Bull! Shit!” Stacy cackled.
“What’s going on here?” Natasha walked in the front door. Fuck.
“Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes here hasn’t gotten laid in like what, two years? Tell her she’s to put herself out there again,” Stacy said.
The long awkward stare between you and Nat would probably go down as one of the most uncomfortable moments in history. Your eyes silently begging her to not say anything or do anything that would bring up suspicion. It genuinely hurt Nat, that you were almost embarrassed or ashamed of Nat but nonetheless she continued playing her part.
“I don’t think it’d be very responsible of me to go along with similar judgement, but out of curiosity, what’s got you tied down?” Nat teased.
“I just think that, personally, having a career and doing something in my future that’ll make me happy is more important than a partner,” you clarified.
“Ugh, if you have a partner, you wouldn’t have to worry about not doing something that makes you very happy,” Stacy joked.
“Stacy!” you and Nat scolded the young adult.
After quite the awkward conversation, Stacy dragged you away to her room so she could finish her work with your company. You simply sat on her bed watching TV waiting for either Stacy to finish or for sleep to come. Two movies later and it was barely eight thirty at night but you felt exhausted. You thought maybe you could get away with a small nap but nope.
“No, don’t fall asleep on me, I’m almost finished!”
“Stacy,” you drew out the end of her name in a long whine.
“Please!”
“You’ve been at it for like four hours, let me nap at least for twenty minutes.”
“No, I swear I’m almost done. Go to the kitchen and grab some snacks and candy. I’ll meet you in a second to grab the drinks, ok?”
“You suck.”
You walked out of her room hearing her quiet giggles as you left. Unfortunately for you, there stood Nat with her back towards you as she waited patiently for the coffee maker to finish her cup. You wanted to turn back and hide from her until she finished but what were you going to say to Stacy? Oh, since the night I fucked your mom, I can’t stand being near her because she makes my stomach all weird and nauseous and I get nervous? Yeah, good answer.
Before you could even make any sort of decision to avoid having to talk to the beautiful older woman, she sensed a presence behind her turning to find you standing awkwardly as if you had been caught; you did in sense.
“Hi,” she said.
“Coffee? This late?” you walked to the cabinet beside her grabbing snacks one by one.
“Yeah, got a pile of paperwork that’s been calling my name for too long,” she responded.
“Night time working must run in the family,” you joked.
“Stacy still working?”
“She said to grab some snacks because she’s almost finished.”
“She uh, she mentioned she had Professor Rogers this year. Friends of yours, isn’t he?” you asked awkwardly knowing very well the answer.
“That is true. We interred together at Stark Industries when Howard Stark was the owner.”
“He’s quite handsome,” you avoided her burning gaze.
“You think?” she teased, clearly aware of the game you were playing.
“Hm-mm.”
“Eh, not really my type.”
“What is your type?” you cautiously ask.
“Well, women for one,” she started cheekily.
“I wouldn’t usually go for women so young, but this one girl I met, she’s something special.”
Your stomach was doing somersaults. Your palms felt sweaty and your knees felt shaky.
“What is she like?”
“She is gorgeous, hard working, knows what she wants in life. She’s adorable, funny, charming. She values the friendships she has and puts the benefits of others first before her,” she spoke slowly as she caged you in her arms in front of the counter.
“She sounds alright,” you felt like you had to answer, or rebuttal her in some way but you couldn’t think.
“She’s perfect.”
Her perfume, her shampoo, her fucking close porximity. Everything was so overwhelming. Her lips were inches away from yours and you were using all the willpower you possessed within your body not to pull her close and kiss her senselessly. You’re not going to deny that you didn’t think about those moments in her arms every chance you got but it’s wrong. Right?
“I miss you.”
“You said one weekend,” you told her.
“Of which got ruined. You still owe me one more night.”
“It won’t be tonight, if that’s what you’re implying, your daughter, my best friend, is in her bedroom waiting for me.”
“I can be quick if you can be quiet,” she smirked devilishly.
“Nat!” you yelled with a quiet voice afraid Stacy would hear.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” she chuckled.
“Why can’t this work? I want you and I know damn well you want me just as bad,” she said seriously.
“You know why.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I can’t do that to Stacy; dating her own mother? And what about you? You’re one of the richest, most famous, and most important women in all of New York. What would happen when people find out that you’re fucking a girl that’s your daughter’s age, her best friend?” you explained.
“It’s not fucking,” she argued.
“You think that matters?”
“It does to me,” Nat said.
“Nat, we can’t. It’s just not meant to be,” you sniffled.
She lifted her hand and wiped the stray tear that fell down your cheek. She hated this feeling. She hated how upset this all made you feel too. She wishes you were a bit older, and her a bit younger. Maybe then this would be possible.
“Can I have one last kiss, if this is really over?”
You couldn’t say no. She cupped your face pressing her lips. You wrapped your arms tightly around her. Her lips moved perfectly against yours and you felt you had to hold back a moan after how long you’ve been craving this moment. You pulled away before things got too heated, turning your head almost in shame with how much you loved it.
“Stacy’s waiting for me.”
“Right; I’ve- I uh, I’ve got a ton of work to finish.”
“Bye, Nat.”
“Bye, hon.”
She walked away to her office and you gathered all the snacks and candy bars you collected before, well. Unbeknownst to either of you, Stacy closed her laptop minutes after you walked out the door. She organized her desk and waited a minute for you to return.
“She’s probably having trouble carrying everything,” Stacy thought out loud, walking down the hall towards the kitchen.
“I miss you.”
“You said one weekend,” she heard your muffled voice, whispering like you were hiding something.
And well, Nat walked away to her office and you gathered all the snacks and candy bars you collected. Unbeknownst to either of you, Stacy heard everything.
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