fxf - (nsfw) mock sympathy
━ you love when she coos you over the edge
“Aw, my poor baby…” Her voice is a soft, dripping sweet purr right against your ear, her warm breath fanning across your skin in a way that makes goosebumps break out all over your arms. She’s hovering right over you, holding herself up on one forearm while her other hand rests heavy and warm over your knee. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you, knows that the gentler and more mock-pitying her tone gets, the harder it is for you to keep your composure.
You turn your face away into the pillow, your cheeks burning as you try to bite back a helpless whine. Your hips give a small, involuntary twitch against the mattress, completely betraying the desperate ache between your thighs. “You’re struggling so hard, aren't you?” she murmurs, letting out a quiet, amused chuckle.
Her touch slides up from your knee, slow and agonizingly patient, her fingers skimming over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh until she reaches the thin fabric of your lace panties. She hooks two fingers under the waistband, tugging them gently to the side to expose your slick, aching heat. “Look at you… just so sweet and needy for me.”
“Please…” the word slips out broken and small, your fingers knotting into the bedsheets as you try to chase the touch of her hand.
“Shh, I know, sweet girl. I’ve got you,” she coos softly, her voice carrying that infuriatingly comforting, patronizing edge that turns your brain to complete mush. She sinks down between your legs, her fingers finding your wet seam with ease. She slides two fingers inside you in one slow, relentless motion, stretching you open as her thumb comes down to rest right over your clit. You arch off the mattress with a high, breathless cry, your head throwing back as the pleasure hits you like a physical wave.
“Aw, look how good you take it,” she whispers against your inner thigh, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your skin while her fingers begin a steady, rhythmic stroke inside you. Every time she curls her fingers up into that sweet spot, her thumb circles your clit, dragging another desperate whimper from your throat. “Is it too much? Hmm? Poor thing… you just can’t help yourself, can you?”
The sweet, mindless fog of overstimulation rolls in fast, completely stripping away your ability to think or resist. All you can do is hold onto her shoulders, completely at the mercy of her hands as she gently coos you through an orgasm.
just reader being completely in love with her girlfriend
Sunshine poured like honey through the windows, your warm body under hers. Natasha’s head rested on your chest, arm circled around your waist – a rare occurrence, since you always ended up sleeping almost on top of her, nuzzled into the crook of her neck.
Sights like these could never get old; her sleeping face, her eyelashes fluttering as she dreamed, soft puffs of air leaving her slightly parted lips, and her warmth – your favorite – pressed against yours. So familiar now, but you still craved it like the first time.
You decided to stay silent, trying not to wake her or disturb her peaceful hours of sleep. You watched her, mesmerized, as she dreamt. The rise and fall of her chest steady against yours.
It hit you again. That rush of love, that same dizzying affection you felt years ago when she first fell asleep on your shoulder after a mission. And now here she still is – yours. Every morning.
Your fingers gently stroked red strands, you found out over the years that not touching Natasha was something simply impossible. Her presence, her body, her skin was an obsession you kept deep down – even though Natasha knew, because she always does with you.
Even in sleep, a tiny smile tugged at her lips because your touch was so gentle. She leaned into it instinctively like a flower turning toward sunlight.
Her breathing stayed deep and even, but she was drifting closer to wakefulness. Not ready to open her eyes yet, just enjoying the feeling of your fingers in her hair. “Hmm...” she purred blissfully, “that feels nice.”
At her raspy, sleepy voice you instantly smiled. So smitten, so in love. “Good morning,” you gently murmured to her.
One eye cracked open just enough for her to find you, green meeting yours through half-lowered lashes. She looked impossibly comfortable; cheeks still faintly flushed from sleep, hair a complete mess where you’d been running your fingers through it.
“There you are,” she mumbled against you.
You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “I’ve been here the whole time.”
She smiled softly. “I just wanted to make sure...”
At her words, your heart melted all over again.
She closed her eye again, nestling a little closer until her nose brushed against your collarbone. Silence settled between you again, warm and familiar.
Outside, the city was beginning to wake. Cars drifted past beneath the apartment windows, distant enough to sound like waves. Neither of you moved.
Natasha never rushed mornings anymore. Years of living on impossible schedules had taught her to appreciate stillness whenever she could find it, and somehow you’d become her favorite version of it.
You traced absentminded circles across her shoulder beneath the oversized t-shirt she’d stolen from your closet weeks ago.
Your shirt. Again.
“You know,” you said after a while, “I’m starting to think you own more of my clothes than I do.”
She didn’t even pretend to look guilty. “They’re comfortable.”
“They’re mine.”
“They’re comfortable,” she repeated softly.
You rolled your eyes affectionately. “You realize your closet is twice the size of mine.”
“It is.”
“And yet...”
“And yet...” she murmured, “yours smell like you.”
There it was. One sentence, spoken as casually as if she’d commented on the weather. She had a remarkable ability to say things that sent your pulse racing without seeming to notice she’d done anything at all.
Your fingers paused on her shoulder. “...Nat.”
“What?”
“You can’t just say things like that first thing in the morning.”
She tilted her head back to look at you. “Why not?”
“Because...” you looked at the window and then back at her, “it’s still early. It’s still early for you to say those things.”
A slow smile spread across her face. She knew, of course she knew.
“You did that on purpose,” you softly accused.
“I might have.” At that, your cheeks flushed faintly and a soft smile appeared on your lips.
Natasha reached up, brushing her thumb over the corner of your mouth. “There it is.”
“What?”
“My favorite smile,” she whispered.
There it was again, your heart couldn’t take this woman. “Your favorite smile?” your murmured, “are there more then?”
She counted lazily on her fingers. “The polite smile, the one you give strangers, the sarcastic one, the one you use right before teasing someone, the nervous one, the one you had when we went on our first date.”
Your cheeks warmed.
“And...” her thumb lingered against your skin. “This one. The one you only get when you’re looking at me.”
You stared at her. Somehow, after all these years, after every mission, every late-night conversation, every confession and every quiet morning like this one... she still managed to leave you speechless.
“When did you become such a romantic?” you whispered, heart still beating loudly.
Natasha’s expression softened. “I’ve always been one, I only hid it from everyone else.”
The words settled gently between you, because they were true. To the world, Natasha Romanoff was composed, unreadable, always three steps ahead. With you, she let herself linger. She admitted when she was tired. She laughed louder. She reached for your hand without thinking. She stole your clothes simply because they reminded her of you. She loved with a quiet certainty that never needed grand gestures to prove itself.
Your hand cupped her cheek. “I love mornings with you.”
Natasha smiled – a small, genuine smile that belonged to one else. “So do I.”
You decided, in that moment, that if you spent the rest of your life collecting reasons to love her, you’d still run out of years before you ran out of reasons. So instead of saying any of that, you simply brushed another strand of red hair behind her ear. “You know what?”
“What?”
“I think you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Natasha’s cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink. A tiny victory for you, making her blush was rare enough to feel like spotting a shooting star.
“I’ll accept that,” she said, trying – and failing – to sound composed.
“You don’t sound very convincing.”
“I’m deciding whether to forgive you,” she murmured.
“For complimenting my girlfriend?” saying that word still gave you butterflies.
“For making me blush.”
You smiled triumphantly. “So I did make you blush.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You implied it,” a big smile still on your face.
“I did no such thing.”
You wrapped your arms around her a little tighter, listening to her heartbeat settle into the same unhurried rhythm as yours. “You absolutely did.”
i love the image of her thighs shaking like crazy, jaw slack, strands of red hair smeared across her forehead. she'll be panting between breaths of begs and pleas, and your name too probably
she loves the feeling of your mouth when she's overstimulated. it's soft, hot, familiar. nat's sensitive and squirming, and you do your best to hold her hips down tight against the mattress
oh, and the mess she'll make too- christ. i'm talking filthy, leaking all over your mouth, and your fingers when you decide to introduce her to them when her hazy mind has forgot and focused on your tongue. god, she tastes good too. and you'll tell her so. she might have the decency to blush, but you're more likely to get a smirk out of her
imagine having her tied to the bed actually as well. like, hands and legs all tied to different bed posts. she's spread out for you on the bed, clit pulsing, needy and clenching around nothing. just waiting for you because she knows, show knows you're not finished with her yet
also; using your fingers for a while too. laying between her legs, filling her with three fingers and watching as you fuck her slowly, watching her reactions but staring as your fingers split her too. one of the hottest sights you think, especially paired with the gorgeous, soft groans she releases when your fingers push in
one of your favourite things about her being tied down and overstimmed and quite literally shaking is the fact that even when she thinks she's done, you can always persuade her to give you one more with gentle pleas, lots of praise and some coaching
"i know you can cum again baby, i can feel you around me"
Head cannons for Natasha having a bad dream and waking the super soldier reader up because she’s scared
nat gets soft and vulnerable. prepare yourself.
natasha gets to a point where the nightmares, the ones about her past, are a lot less frequent. they only occur every so often, but even so, dealing with them still proves difficult.
the first time it happens, it takes you by surprise. it's early on in your relationship, maybe just a few months in, and natasha had never previously said anything about having nightmares. but, when you think about her past for even a second, it also makes sense.
you wake up to a whimper of what sounds like pure fear, and you panic immediately. fear and natasha don't often meet with one another, so when they do it can get messy.
you turn over, running a hand over her hip and murmuring to her
"nat, baby, what's wrong? talk to me, c'mon sweetheart."
she'll shuffle closer to you, wrapping her arms around you tightly and pressing her face to your neck. she doesn't say much, just holds on to you and cries.
by this point, you've never seen nat like this.
clearly she just needs to be held, so you don't make any effort to move her. you'll just wrap her up tighter, run your hand up and down her back and press soft kisses to her hairline.
when she tells you its a nightmare, your heart clenches. she looks at you briefly when she tells you the problem, and the tears that stain her cheeks and the obvious anxiety from the bad dream break your heart to watch.
only, nat's explicitly told you before that her favourite place, and the one where she feels the safest, is with you.
you ask her what she needs the first time, but after that you know.
on the rare occasion she gets nightmares, barely a word is uttered from her.
sometimes she'll wake you, others you'll wake up on your own to find her crying next to you, or you'll find her still asleep but whimpering in fear.
you know nat well, and she trusts you to help her through the bad times
every time, you'll pull her close, mumbling soft words to her and making sure she knows she's safe.
nat doesn't move either, so if you both end up eventually falling asleep again, you'll wake up with her in the same position
just thinking about aftercare w nat after a longgg night (😏) and just being soft w her as she’s semi out of it🥺 just lots of cuddling and soft kisses and maybe carrying her to a warm bath🥺🥺
mind if i talk about aftercare mixed with a praise kink? i've been craving to just SHOWER her in praise lately so like,,,lets play on that here
warnings: mature, not quite 18+ but if you're under 18 i wouldn't interact with this filthy excuse for a blog anyway whOopS
you're so soft with her once you're eventually done, pushing any toys well out the way, discarding everything to do with your evening together so that it's just you and her in your soft sheets
you pull her close while she breathes heavy against your shoulder, pressing kisses very occasionally as she starts to sink back to reality
"nat, baby, you're so beautiful" "good girl, you were so good for me, sweetheart. so so good for me" "cmon, sweet girl, that's it, just relax now, kay?"
soft, slow making out? nat's all over that shit. cuddled into your side, she'll curl a hand around your neck to get you to face her and she'll kiss you, long and deep and everything
she's got a thing for just having you close afterwards, pressed tightly against her with your hands on her and your lips on her skin
she loves how soft you get w her
also consider natasha just throwing a leg over your hips to hold you down if you go to move, even to get her water or to run a bath, she doesn't like letting you go if you've really pushed her limits
not because she doesn't actually like it, nat's just obsessed w her daddy partner
baths, even though she'll groan when you get up to run one, are her favourite
you're using a much bigger toy than you usually would, at nat's request. it's thick, and the way nat's eyes darken when you strap it to your hips makes you even more eager to sink inside her soon
you fuck her slow to start. her body moves beautifully beneath you, hips grinding and fingers clawing at your back
and as always, nat's muttering utter filth into your ear
"please, fuck me harder" "need you to break me please" "you're so fucking deep inside me. you feel so good"
when you do eventually start picking up the pace, you adjust to a better position, running your hands across her stomach and pausing with a groan
you can feel it, the toy. you can feeling it pushing so deep into her and fuck it might just be the hottest thing in the world. so you snap your hips forward, hard, and then bury your face into her neck
"why'd you stop?" "i can feel myself. right here. i'm so deep, baby. i wanna make you feel so good" "fuck, please. let me feel all of you."
“How many times can I make Nat cum in public before she decides it’s time to go home?”- Nat likes public sex. That much was common knowledge at this point. Something that was less common knowledge is that she’s also a slut for a good quality vibrator. So when you invest in a Bluetooth vibrator (using that lovely black card Tony got you both after you scarred him with the sheer size of the toys you purchased) one you can control from your phone, Nat decides she’d like to combine the both of them.
Throughout the course of the night you watch with amusement as you turn it up and watch as she tries to keep her knees from buckling. She’s gotten good at it, for that you’ll give her credit, making it look as though nothing’s going on while she’s cumming in her panties.
By the end of the night you’ve made her cum 12 times, her knees are practically quivering as she stumbles over to you, in a way most would probably just put down to just another just girl, and hisses in your ear.
“Home now.”
god, yes she loves public sex and is a whore for a vibrator, this is amazing.
her panties are soaked, she can feel it. it's uncomfortable in the best way. the thought that no one else knows, that no else has even the slightest idea that she's coming literally right next to them, it makes her even more wet. somehow
you even have to help her home, she's so far gone. so you drive, and she sits in the passenger seat, finally able to moan while the vibrator runs against her clit. she'll throw her head back, gripping the passenger seat hard while you grin at her.
Imagine kissing Nats bruises and scars after a mission and just being soft and showing her so much love.
I just wanna give Nat a hug tbh
just the entire concept of nat finding it so hard to be vulnerable around anyone but you is both heartbreaking yet the softest most adorable shit ever. here's a little drabble. some darker themes here as well i guess. also, best friend bucky? you got a taste of that here as well. also haven't proofread so sorry
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When the few team mates arrive back off a mission, there's a dark, almost sad, atmosphere among them. Natasha, Bucky, and Clint had gone together for a few days to track something down. They'd come back early, empty handed, bruised, beaten down and overall, unsuccessful.
Natasha had looked the most upset. She hadn't been crying or anything, she just looked glum. She looked like she'd seen something no one wants to see.
Immediately you say your hellos to everyone, glad that they made it back safely and in once piece- albeit a few bruises and minor injuries. Something had happened out there.
You pull Natasha into your arms and there's something about the way she relaxes and sinks against you that makes your concern skyrocket. Fingers running through her hair, you cup the base of her skull in your hand and bring the other to her cheek for her to look at you. "What happened, my love?"
She sighs, the kind of sigh that speaks for itself.
"We found a group of kids. They'd all been locked up by these asshole guys we were trying to find. They'd been brainwashed. Beaten. Taken from their families and forced into whatever the hell kind of project that's been lined up for them."
You flinch, closing your eyes and repeating Natasha's sigh from before. You understand now.
"Got jumped by some security who've had training from God knows where. Good enough to get some hits in, put it that way." She cranes her neck a little, moves her hair out the way, enough to show the budding purple mark under her ear that's making it way across her jaw. "Powerful bunch, these guys. We're gonna need some more planning before we go back in there."
You nod in agreement, tracing your finger gently across the mark and pressing a soft, barely there kiss to the skin.
"Are you okay?" It comes as a whisper, gentle and only just loud enough for her to hear it. "I mean, I know you're not okay as such just. What do you need?"
She smiles gently at you, pushing herself closer to you again and resting her nose in the crook of your neck. "This is good."
You press a kiss to the side of her head, looking up at the guys who're now sat at the breakfast bar of the kitchen, also looking on like they've seen a ghost. You can't help but feel sorry for whatever they've seen, it takes a lot to have them left feeling like this.
You send Nat to your room, telling her you'll be up there in a moment and to get changed out of her suit. Quickly, you make your way over to the boys and rest a hand on each of their shoulders. "You need anything you know where I am, alright?"
They thank you thoroughly, Bucky even slinging an arm around your waist and squeezing lightly as a thank you. "Take care of her, yeah? I think, maybe, she's reminded of everything she went through. It's hit her, this one. Just take care of her."
Bucky's smile is laced with pain, heartache. You don't see him like this often either. You nod at him. "Of course."
-
What you find in your room is enough to make you angry. Nat's got a fair few bruises, and it makes you want to track down the bastard(s) that managed to leave such a mark on her soul.
She's sat on the end of the bed, glancing over the hand shaped mark on her arm where she'd been grabbed and thrown just hours earlier. She's not even mad that she let her guard down. Normally she'd be upset with herself, but she can't think about it.
You perch at the head of the bed against the pillows, beckoning her over in a gentle tone. She settles into your side and curls an arm around you tightly, as if she's frightened you'll leave. It only makes you grip her tighter.
Peppering gentle kisses to the side of her face, she sighs in relief and sinks somehow deeper into you, nuzzling into your neck. You're warm, familiar, comforting, you're everything she needs in a time of need.
"Thank you," she whispers against your skin.
"For what, baby?"
"Being here when I need you."
You smile softly, raising a hand to her face and brushing your fingers across her cheek. You kiss her softly, slowly, so gentle she has to pull you even closer so you'll kiss her firmer. Your lips move against hers and it might just be the highlight of Natasha's day, feeling you like this.
"You don't ever have to thank me. You know that's what I'm here for." You continue stroking her cheek, down her neck, and back up. Touches like this are her favourite. It warms her heart when she remembers the bruise on the side of her face, and the fact that your touch is so gentle against her skin that the contact with the bruise doesn't bother her even a little bit. "I love you."
Natasha hums softly, moving to lay on top of you now. She kisses you again, whispering against your mouth. "I love you."
You hold her close, hands running across her hips, fingers trailing up her back. She lays on you, nuzzled in and as close as possible. You don't ever want either of you to move, this is where you're content. This is your happy place.
She's relaxed now, happier, and you know today's at the back of her mind still but for a moment, she can forget about it. She feels safe now, comforted. You're her happy place, her everything, her lifeline. To her, you make it worth it.
"Get some sleep for me okay?" You murmur into her hair.
You feel her nod against where she lays on your chest. "Only if i can stay here."
You give a soft laugh, rubbing a hand up her back and tangling into red hair. "Always."
Rewatching black widow has led to the conclusion that in the scene in Norway where Nat is watching the movie in her trailer, that woman is entirely just in a shirt and underwear.
norway nat is a favourite of mine, here is another lil taste of my brain. did someone order dirty talk? she's not wearing underwear this time
Nat emerges from the bathroom, quietly pottering down the hall to where you're half-lay on the couch with a book in your hands and a blanket over your lap.
She's wearing your shirt this time, you note. It makes you smile softly at her as she reaches you, taking the book from your hands and setting it aside. You know what she's after, her intentions clear when she straddles your lap and presses her lips feather light against your neck.
"I like when you wear my clothes." You mutter. Your hands find her hips, sliding down her thighs.
She sighs at the touch, humming at your words as she continues trailing her lips across your skin.
"This shirt is mine now, actually."
You grin, raking your nails lightly across her thighs. You hear a soft sigh against your neck, where her lips still linger. It makes you shiver.
"That's a shame," you note. Your hands roam, grabbing a handful of her ass in one and sliding the other over her hip. "I like fucking you when you're wearing my clothes."
Her breath catches, and she sinks her teeth into your collarbone, pulling at the skin with her teeth. She knows it makes you weak.
"But I suppose it'll do."
She groans against you when you grip her hip tighter, running your thumb over the bone and attempting to pull her closer yet.
"I was thinking about you in the shower," she murmurs. "I can't get you out of my head."
"Is that so?" You chuckle, grinning. "What exactly were you thinking of in there?"
Her hips are at your neck again, but firmer this time. Your skin's on fire. You might know very well how to make her weak, but you know it goes both ways. Her lips are hot, mouth wet, hips moving on top of you where she's seated. Fuck. You can't get enough of her.
Nat's moving up your neck, to your ear where she nips gently at it and whispers, "how badly I want your fingers in me."
Fuck.
You tangle your fingers through her hair, pulling her back gently for her to look at you. "They feel so good. I love the way I feel so full when you're inside me like that."
Releasing a low hum of appreciation, you attach your lips to her neck, biting softly until she emits that beautiful, soft whine you're used to when you find the spot that makes her tick. She isn't about to dance around and play games tonight, no, she's telling you what she wants and you'd be downright stupid to deny it from her.
"So is it a coincidence that it's one of my favourite things?" One hand remains in her hair, the other at her hip still, but this time encouraging her movements in your lap. "I just love how wet you get for me."
You litter kisses across her jaw.
"How you grab at my wrist when I've got my fingers in you. It's how I know you never want me to stop."
She moans. Soft. Your favourite sound. You know you're already driving her crazy and you couldn't be happier about it.
Your trail kisses up to her ear, lowering your voice to a whisper. "How hard it is for me to move when you're about to come around my fingers."
Natasha closes her eyes, clenching around nothing. God, she needs them. Desperately. She knows it, and she knows you know it. Both of her hands rest on either side of your neck, holding herself. Your voice, the eye contact, it makes her knees weak.
She rests her forehead against yours, breathing louder than she'd want to when the hand on her hip glides across her inner thigh. It's inching higher, and even though neither of you can count the amount of times you'd done this, the suspense is killing her. It somehow, always feels like the first time.
You kiss her hard. It's laced with want, need, love, passion, everything that makes her heart soar and a fire light in her stomach. She knows she's already embarrassingly wet, she has been since jumping out of the shower. But now, with your voice in her ear and your hands everywhere, Natasha knows she's a mess. She can feel it.
You can too, even without touching her between her legs yet. Your fingers rest at the top of her inner thigh, but you can feel the heat from her still. And as much as you love teasing her, hearing her pleas and begs, you want her. There's an overwhelming urge to just give her everything, so you do.
Your fingers graze her clit and her hips buck in surprise. She's so sensitive it's driving your crazy. She can't keep herself still. As soon as you make contact, she's rotating her hips for pressure from your fingers.
"God, fuck, that feels so good." She whimpers, pressing her lips to yours again. It's hungry, desperate and all-consuming. She needs you, and you know it.
She rests her forehead against your shoulder while you make slow, lazy circles across her clit. God, she's wet. You gather slick with your fingers and she groans when you meet her clit again. She's more and more sensitive by the minute, and the debate in your head of keeping her waiting or just giving her what she wants is a constant battle.
Her lips against your ear again, this time already breathless at the heat between the two of you that's come seemingly from nowhere. An hour ago you were playing a board game quietly, laughing to each other while some movie played in the background that neither of you were paying any attention to. Yet now, she was sat on top of you, cunt leaking and silently begging you to take her.
What makes you break though, is the one thing she knows full well makes you the weakest.
A final, soft bite at your ear lobe, and with her voice low, thick with arousal. "Please, baby."
Your eyes close, thighs clenching. Your other hand finds her hip, pulling her tight against your body. The fingers across her clit stop, but almost no time passes before you slip two of them inside her.
The moan in your ear is everything to you. It's pleasure, fireworks, lustful. Filthy.
Being inside her is like nothing else, especially when she clenches to get you deeper, keeping you inside because as she said herself, it's her favourite thing. You think it's yours too. Except of course, her whimpers directly in your ear, but they go hand in hand usually.
"Yes, yes, just like that."
You pull her to face you again, demanding eye contact while your fingers hit just where she needs them. Her hips move in rhythm, and fuck she doesn't know how it's always so unbelievably perfect feeling you inside her, your fingers curling, or thrusting languidly.
Her pupils are blown, and she smirks when she sees yours. She knows she's making you crazy.
"You're such a wreck, pretty girl, is this what you've been thinking about?"
She nods quickly, a god, yes, falling from her lips in a whine to answer you verbally.
"Touch yourself for me."
She smirks again, freeing a hand from your neck and trailing it down her stomach to her own clit. The moan is exquisite, and you're certain now you've ruined your own underwear. You can feel the wetness pool and your clit throb at the sight in front of you. Your stomach drops.
Natasha looks radiant like this, moving on two of your fingers and rubbing gentle, languid circles across her own clit. Your fingers curl and she throws her head back, neck exposed to you. You take the opportunity to attach to that spot again, suckling softly and grazing your teeth across it. You want to leave a mark, it's her favourite place and you both know it.
It makes her whimpers louder than before. It's all so good, every part of it. She can't get enough, and neither can you.
You fuck into her with your fingers, feeling the soft, spongy area that makes her collapse into you when you crook your digits. She's loud now, you know she's close already. You speed up your movements and she grips hard at the back of your neck with her free hand.
The movements across her clit are faster now, and you're in awe watching her make herself come for you. She can't wait any longer, that's obvious, but it's still as though she's waiting for permission.
"You gonna make yourself come for me, baby, hm? You gonna come around my fingers for me?" Your voice is low, laced with desire. God, she's yearning for it, her fingers moving faster. She's clenching around you, so hard you can barely move, just like you love to feel.
"Fuck, yes," she sobs. "I'm gonna come for you. Fuck-"
You feel it. Her body stiffens, mouth agape in silence, eyes still locked with yours until they roll back and her hips snap.
"Okay, baby, okay." You soothe her softly, the grip on her hip loosening and the fingers between her legs slow, guiding her back to reality. "I've got you."
She breathes heavy against your neck where she's collapsed against you. Her hips have slowed. Her quiet moans through her breathing are still there, though, because despite everything you're still inside her, and she's not about to forget that quickly.
"I came so fucking hard," she breathes, chest heaving. "I-christ."
"Mmhmm." You move your fingers slightly, and her hips jump against your hand. She's beautifully sensitive. "I know you did, sweetheart, I had a front row seat."
She laughs softly, moving finally. She brings her lips to yours, kissing your deep, slow. Her tongue brushes yours and you moan quietly against her lips. "Think you can handle an encore?"
We all know nats a bottom for sure. But there's just something about power bottom Nat slamming herself down onto r's strap while r's hands are handcuffed to the bed 😵💫
this.
you'd be cuffed, sitting up against the headboard with quiet possibly, the most incredible sight in front of you
she'd be completely bare, like i'm talking tits-to-face. so you'd lookup, and see her head thrown back, eyes clamped shut and mouth open in bliss. you'd look in front of you, you'll see her using one hand on her breasts, pulling at her own nipples for as much pleasure as possible
then you'd look down. her hips jutting over and over on the toy strapped to your hips. she's moving fast, with her free hand at her own clit
and nat's got stamina, think of the kind of training and work she's done
also consider when she's close, the hand on her breast grips at the back of your neck instead and near enough collapsing on you, pulling herself into you. you absolutely did not resist the chance to latch your mouth to her neck for some form of contact
she wouldn't stop after one. you'd break after she's managed 3 orgasms, this time helping her out by fucking up into her, once she allows it. still cuffed to the headboard.
she'd be almost exhausted by the time she decides she's had enough. as soon as she's let you free though, you'll take the opportunity to flip her over and fuck one more orgasm out of her, this time from behind with nat's ass in the air, and your hands all over her
Hi there, I love your writing and was wondering if I could request a Natasha x fem!reader smut/fluff fic please? Like one where Nat has had a really bad day after a mission or something and she’s just so sad and out of it. She needs R to take the reigns and comfort her so R makes really sweet gentle love to her, whispering in Nat’s ear how much she loves her, how good she is etc. Afterwards, Nat falls asleep on top of her chest with R’s hand rubbing up and down her back. Thank you! :)
Summary: Natasha had a bad mission. Reader knows just how to help.
Rating: E. This is filth. Super filthy. Get some new panties. 18+
Word Count: 1,855
This is pretty soft and changes a littleeeee bit from the request if you squint.
Bucky, Steve and Reader are in a relationship. Reader is a total badass during work hours, but during off hours, she belongs to Steve and Bucky.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, obvs. Use of Good Girl, Slut, Daddy. Name calling, Double penetration in one hole. Spanking. Uhhh I can't remember if that's everything. Porn with a tiniest bit of plot. Dom/Sub.
Words: 5,367
Completed One-Shot
Being in a happy relationship had never been on your immediate radar. Sure, it sounded nice, but it wasn't something you had been actively looking for. When you started working for the Avengers you were beyond happy, the perfect job, that came with living accommodations. And even better, it came with two boyfriends. Like you had previously thought, you weren't looking for a relationship, but things happened so smoothly with Steve and Bucky, they became your everything, the perfect men, so happy that you succeed in the workplace, and made sure you were so looked after behind closed doors.
During work hours you were a badass, you had worked your way up in the ranks, and you were second in command of the Avengers. It always made you giggle thinking about it, you were in charge of your boys during the day, and during the night, they were in charge of you.
The jet landed in the Avengers landing bay, you and Nat walked off, small smiles on your lips from your successful mission, though you were both exhausted, and the second you saw Bucky and Steve waiting for you you felt your mind start to crumble. You needed them, needed the safe space they brought when the three of you were alone.
As soon as you started walking towards them, you mentally wobbled, sure you loved being a badass in the working field, but you loved being theirs, having them look after you. It was your weakness. They made you feel safe and content.
"Come here, sweetheart" Steve says, taking the first step to hugging you. Bucky soon joins, wrapping his large arms around you both. You sighed happily, closing your eyes for a moment. You took in a deep breath, taking in their scents, they felt warm, and smelt like home. Nothing felt more perfect than this, well, maybe completing a mission successfully.
The three if you quickly made your way back to your shared apartment, Steve sat on the couch first, pulling you down onto his lap. Bucky joined sitting close by, his leg pressed against Steve's.
"There you go" Steve whispers, his lips resting on the shell of your ear, his soft tone tickling your skin. You moved slightly, resting your head on it's side against Steve's shoulder, your eyes met Bucky's, his blue orbs piercing and soft as they look at you, he moves and strokes a few strands of hair away from your eyes, his fingers lingering on your temple.
"We missed you honey" Bucky whispers. You smile, the mission you had just finished starting to feel all over your body. You were exhausted, your body ached and your mind felt strained.
"Missed you" You mumble, you were struggling to keep your eyes open. You couldn't fall asleep, not yet, you were still in your mission gear, and you felt gross. Steve moved his hands to hold your back, one of his hands moved up and down your spine, you sighed, feeling relaxed.
"Angel, it's not the same here without you" Steve whispers, your heart swells at his words, feeling special and loved. Steve and Bucky had been in a relationship before you came along, so sometimes you did feel like maybe you didn't fit in, but you did, and they made sure to tell you, and show you.
"Do you know what it's like to not have you here by our side?" Bucky asks, his fingers were still woven through your hair, relaxing you further.
"Having each other just not enough?" You ask, your voice quiet. You watch as Bucky's eyes flicker from your face and up to Steve's eyes.
"No, it's never enough" Steve says first, he moves slightly to press a kiss to your head.
"We want you, sweetheart. We're not whole without you" Bucky says, he moves his hand to your back, touching Steve's hands, they intertwin and hold you whilst holding each other.
"Mmm my boys" You mumble. "Love you both, I need a shower, and then bed"
They both chuckle, and nod their heads at the same time. Steve held you a little tighter as he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his neck.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather nap first?" Bucky asks, he stood up to join Steve, standing close to you both.
"No, I smell like mission" You say, your voice sounding a little whiny. Steve's arms tightened around you.
"Want some help in the shower then, sweetheart?" He asks. "I'm all for that" Bucky adds.
"I want a clean shower" Not a dirty one!" You say. Steve fakes a gasp and moves one hand to swat your ass teasingly.
"We don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart, we always behave"
You roll your eyes and snuggle a little closer to Steve, if that were possible. Steve carried you into your shower room, it might have been your favourite room in your shared apartments. It came with a large bath, perfect for soaking for hours watching junk on your laptop, and the shower was amazing, it was large enough for the three of you, plus extra, and with two super soldiers you needed the extra space in there.
"Get the water goin', Buck" Steve says, Bucky nodded and moved to start the shower, soon the room filled with warm steam, you sighed happily, starting to feel calmer than before. Steve's hand ran up and down your spine, he presses a kiss to your forehead before helping you back to stand on your own two feet. You watched for a moment as the two men, your men, got the shower all ready, placing your favourite body lotions and hair care, a small smile played on your lips as you watched them move so fluidly together.
"It's ready, doll" Bucky says, stepping closer to you, his metal hand moves to rest on your hip, squeezing you slightly. "Strip for us"
Steve moves to stand behind you, his hand going to the other side of your hip. You shivered from their touches, the three of you started removing your clothes, leaving them in a mess pile of clothes on the floor. You stepped into the shower first, sighing heavily as the hot water hit your body, the steam cascaded down your body, dancing along your skin, for a moment you forgot about your sex god boyfriends stepping into the shower behind you.
"So perfect" Bucky whispers, his fingers danced lightly on your hip, his lips ever so slightly touching the skin behind your ear as he placed the gentlest of kisses. A soft whimper leaves your lips, you heard both men chuckle, the sound traveling down your body. You were so tired, you wanted to want them as much as they clearly wanted you, but you were so exhausted.
Both men took their time washing you, they knew you were tired, and you were their girl, they'd look after you. Steve pulls you to lean against his front, your back pressed against the firmness of his body, whilst Bucky lathered his hands up with lotion, covering your body. You closed your eyes, enjoying this moment of bliss, soft moans left your lips as you felt your muscles relax under their touches.
Once done in the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and wandered to the bedroom, the simplest room in the apartment, the huge bed you had took up most of the space, there was a small corner where Bucky kept his books and a little beanbag, and Steve's lego builds were dotted around on various shelves. You shimmed on a nightgown and crawled into the bed, you curled up on the edge rather than in the middle, feeling too tired to think otherwise, you felt Bucky and Steve crawl into the bed after you, the light was switched off, and you were asleep before you even finished saying goodnight.
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It must of been at least a few hours later, you had crawled into bed roughly around four in the afternoon. The light was still poking out from the blinds in your bedroom then, not that you noticed really, you had been so tired. You opened your eyes, the room was dark, but the hall light was on, illuminating the room slightly, just enough that you could see the movements from besides you. You moved a hand to rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to focus on what Steve and Bucky were doing, a soft smile crept onto your lips as you watched them.
Bucky was lying on his back, making soft little sounds as Steve hovered over him, kissing his neck and collarbone. Steve's hands were on Bucky's hips, his fingers were digging into the flesh there, both were only in their tight boxers, you could just about see how hard they both were, their hips were moving as they grinded into one another. Bucky's fingers were tangled in Steve's hair, pulling softly on the longer threads and scratching at his scalp.
You silently watched them, your teeth coming out to bite at your lower lip, you squeezed your thighs together, wanting so badly to feel friction between them, but you didn't want to disturb them.
Steve continued to mark up Bucky's neck, his hand moved up to grip Bucky's chin, tilting Bucky's head so he had more space. Bucky let out little sighs and sounds of pleasure, his hands now trailing down to grip Steve's shoulders.
"Fuck" You mutter, no longer able to keep quiet as you watched them. Both of them freeze for a moment and look over to you. Steve immediately grins, his eyes darkening a bit as his gaze locks onto yours.
"Enjoying the show sweetheart?" Steve asks, as he smirks. You shiver at the tone he was using, during team time on the Avengers you were the boss of them, and they listened and submitted so perfectly, but in the bedroom, you were theirs.
"Yes daddy" You whispers, your voice taking control before your brain even had a moment to. They both groan at the use of the title, their gazes darkening even more.
"Is that so, angel? Care to join us, then?" Steve asks.
"Please?" You whisper, shuffling a little closer to them, you sighed happily when you felt the warmth from the heat of their bodies against your skin.
"That's it, come here doll" Bucky murmurs, they both move about, laying side by side, but leaving enough space for you to settle in between them. "Where you at, darling?"
You think about it for a moment, you wanted them so badly, your core ached for them, but you didn't want plain normal sex, you needed them on a deeper level. You snuggle closer to Bucky, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Wanna be your good girl, daddy"
Steve ran his hand along your back, his touch comforting. Bucky moved slightly to kiss your forehead.
"You are our good girl, sweetheart" Bucky whispers. "But, we need to know how you need us, do you want soft dom or hard dom tonight?"
You whined, not enjoying this, you wished they could read your mind, know exactly what you wished for, but no amount of super soldier serum could do that. You don't think.
"I want both" You say, your voice sounding pathetic and whiny. A soft groan leaves both their lips.
"You want both, sweetheart?" Steve asks, his voice husky behind your ear.
"I think that can be arranged" Bucky hums, his hand moved to your thigh as he slowly lifts your nightgown up, his fingers leaving a cold path in their wake. You shivered in anticipation, a soft whimper left your lips.
"So needy baby" Steve whispers, his hands were on your body now, exploring.
"But that's how we like you, right doll?" Bucky mutters, you move slightly to press your lips to his collarbone, licking and sucking the skin.
"Yes daddy" You answer. Bucky groans, his head fell to the side giving you more space.
"Oh you needy little thing" Steve mutters, his lips finding your neck, kissing and nipping. You ignored Steve's words with a small smirk on your lips, you loved it when they were soft with you, and you loved it when they were hard on you. However there was something special about Steve when he was pissed off, he turned into this sexual being that had one goal, to use you. Captain America was a sweet, caring man, but hard dom Steve was a dark, sexy man. And the idea of making Steve mean whilst being good for Bucky had you dripping in between your legs.
Of course, both men knew exactly what you were doing, Steve let out a deep sound from his chest. "You're asking for trouble" He mutters, sinking his teeth into a sensitive spot on your shoulder, a bit harsher than needed. You giggled softly, licking a long strip up Bucky's neck. He groaned, his metal hand gripped your thigh a little tighter, you moved your leg to hook over his, giving you access to grind your groin against his, once more ignoring Steve's movements.
"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart" Steve rasps against your skin.
"Oh, am I?" You answer, you lips still against Bucky's neck as you speak. Steve moves his hand and swats your asscheek, the nightgown you were wearing had rising up and bunched around your waist, leaving you naked from the waist below. Steve slapped against the soft skin of your arse again.
"Yes, you are. And you know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" Steve asks, his lips were now on the back of your neck. Before answering Steve you moved so you could kiss Bucky's lips, giving him a sweet, slow and loving kiss.
"And what?"
Steve lets out a dark chuckle, his hand moves from your arse down to your naked cunt, his fingers harshly dipped between your folds, you were wet, dripping over his fingers now, you moaned loudly against Bucky's lips, feeling your legs shake ever so slightly, you grinded down, feeling Bucky's hard cock against your clit as Steve moves his fingers.
"You're being naughty" Steve mutters.
"Never naughty for my Bucky" You answer back, giggling softly, Bucky was softly panting, you had left a wet patch on his grey boxers.
"You would never be naughty for me" Bucky says, his eyes locked onto yours, his pupils already blown wide, he looked beyond perfect, Steve must of been kissing and grinding on him for a while before you had woken up and joined them, he looked so deep in his head, you were impressed he was even able to speak normally.
"I'll only be naughty for Stevie"
Steve groaned into your neck, his fingers moved deeper through your folds, you opened your legs further, giving him more space to work with, Bucky moved slightly and held your leg up, Steve's fingers moved up to your slit, he pressed down, circling a few times before pinching your clit between his finger and thumb.
"Oh will you now?" Steve asks, his pinch on your clit getting harder, you yelped, your head fell backwards onto Steve's shoulder. You grinded and wiggled under Steve lost his grip on you. Smirking, you turned to face him, making sure your arse was pressed against Bucky's hard cock, he groaned into your ear and grinded softly, moving one hand to hold your hip. Your eyes met Steve's.
"Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?"
Steve raised an eyebrow at your words, he moved one hand to hold your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. "Oh angel, you are in trouble now"
He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, you kissed back moving your lips against his, biting his lower lip. He groaned into your mouth, his hand tightened on your chin before he pulled back, fixing you with a dark look.
"You're being very naughty" He murmurs, reaching to slap the side of your arse. Bucky was watching, smirking as he litters short kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder.
"Yeah, and?" You ask. Steve chuckles, shaking his head.
"You really are a little brat, aren't you?"
"Yes, daddy" You answer, moving slightly to press your body against Steve's, Bucky followed, pressing his against your back, leaving you sandwiched between them. Heaven, pure bliss was the only way to truly describe being squished between them both, they were so muscular, so hard and strong, their bodies alone made you wet, you wanted them so badly, but you were enjoying this little game also. You wanted to see how far you could push Steve.
Steve watched you for a moment, and you thought maybe he was going to snap, but he didn't, he moved to press his lips to Bucky's.
Bucky let out a surprised sound, obviously not expecting the kiss, but immediately he melted into it. You watched as their lips moved perfectly together over your face, slowly, so you wouldn't disturb them you moved one hand to your nipples, tweaking them through the thin material of your nightgown, moaning softly as you watched them kiss.
Steve groaned against Bucky's mouth, his hand sliding behind Bucky's head, gripping his hair. You loved them so much, they were perfect. So perfect. And all yours. You moved your free hand down to your pussy, sliding two fingers down your slit, spreading your lips, allowing the wetness to be all over you. You moaned softly as you dipped a finger inside, you were so tight every time, you had no idea how you fit them in so nicely every time.
"You want it bad, don't you?" Steve asks, both men now looking down at you. You looked up at them with wide eyes, nodding. You stopped your fingers for a moment, Bucky moved his hand down over yours, cupping your pussy.
"No babygirl, keep going, let daddy see you" He whispers, you bite your lip and nod, listening to him you start moving your fingers again, slower than before, wanting to give him a show, your eyes stayed on Bucky, they threatened to close as you made yourself feel so good.
"Eyes on me angel, that's my good girl" Bucky whispers. You reached up closer to Steve, making it seem like you were about to kiss him, but at the last second you moved away and planted your lips onto Bucky's.
"Naughty little thing" Steve mutters, his hand moves down, he swats your fingers away from your wet core and slaps your clit, you jolt up into his touch, a small noise leaving your lips as he slaps again.
"Think I pissed him off?" You ask Bucky quietly, your lips moved against his as you spoke. Bucky chuckled and nodded. "I think you did, doll. Think he's gonna punish you for it too"
"Punish me?" You repeat, you move your body so your naked cunt grinds against Bucky's boxers and your arse against Steve's boxers, causing them both to groan loudly, music to your ears. Steve's hands gripped at your hips, pulling you closer to his body, his lips traced your ears, licking the skin.
"Oh, darling, you know I'm gonna punish you for teasing me, you're being such a needy little thing right now, and you need to be put in your place, don't you?"
"I'm not being naughty for Bucky" You point out, smirking up to your boyfriend.
"You're my good girl, aren't ya doll?" Bucky asks, you nod, agreeing with him. Before you can say another word, Steve moves you as he moves himself, Bucky crawls to the end of the bed, watching you both. Steve grabs your hips and lies you over his lap, ass up, he pushes your nightgown up and off your body, finally leaving you naked, you shivered when he placed a hand softly on your arse cheek.
"Bad girls are punished" He mutters, Steve lifts a hand and plants it down heavily on your ass, you jolt from the touch, moaning softly.
You look over to Bucky, your eyes wide, he watched you with a smirk on his lips.
"Be good baby, take your punishment" He whispers, Bucky reaches over touching your cheek gently, tracing his finger down to your chin.
"Count, angel" Steve says, his voice low and dark, you nod and count as he slaps you.
"Two!" Smack!
"Three!" Smack!
"You look so pretty darling, so fucking pretty for us" Bucky whispers, you open your eyes to look at him, your mouth watered when you saw he had taken his boxers off, his hard cock was in his metal hand and he stroked it whilst looking at you.
"Don't look at him" Steve orders. "You don't get to look at him when I'm punishing you"
You whined, looking back to meet Steve's gaze, his gaze was hard as he looks down at you, he smacks your red cheeks once more and moves you, planting you on the bed, lying on your stomach.
Steve moves on the bed, moving between your legs behind you, with his large hands he harshly opens your legs, pushing your arse up, so you were presented to him. His hand smacks up against your pussy, causing a wet sound to echo through the room, your legs wobbled as he spanked your pussy again.
"Stevie!" You whined as he pushed two fingers into your hole, you were so wet, so needy for them, it only hurt the tiniest amount, you tightened around him, wanting to feel more, you wanted, no needed, the stretch of his cock, and Bucky's deep inside of you.
Steve stopped his movements, keeping his two fingers deep inside you, his free hand moved to grab your hair, pulling you back slightly, as your back arched you whined softly.
"You're so fucking hot like this" Steve mutters, you gasped as his fingers started moving again, he fucked your hole with them, you were dripping wet, dripping down his fingers. "My filthy slut, aren't you?"
Your mouth hung open as you feel the coil in your stomach, the warmth started to spread throughout your body, and then it stopped, you whined loudly, turning slightly to look back at Steve, his hand still had a fistful of your hair, causing it to hurt as you looked to him.
"You didn't answer daddy, angel" He says with a smirk, his usual blue eyes dark with lust.
"I'm sorry daddy, please, let me come, please" You begged, you moved your hips trying to fuck yourself on his stilled fingers.
"Aw come on Stevie, look at her, let her come" Bucky suggests.
"You hear that angel? Bucky thinks I should let you come, but I don't think you've deserved it, I want you to work for it" Steve says, he adds a third finger into your tight hole but doesn't move them. "Fuck yourself on my fingers"
You whined but listened, you rested both of your arms on the bed, and laid your head to the side, getting a perfect view of Bucky fisted his cock watch both you and Steve. You moved your hips, shuffling your knees open as you backed yourself onto Steve's fingers. It felt amazing, his hands were large already, so having three of his fingers inside of your tight hole felt heavenly. You moaned softly, keeping your eyes on Bucky as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your edge.
"Ask me" Steve says darkly. "Ask me or I'll stop, and you won't get to come all night"
"Ah Steve, don't be mean" Bucky says quietly.
"You want the same treatment Bucks?" Steve asked, you could hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke. Bucky said nothing further.
"Daddy, please, can I come?" You ask, your voice breaking as you move your hips faster.
"See, you can be good" Steve murmurs, he swats your ass again, the feeling stinging a little, and then finally he moves two fingers to press down on your clit, you let out a scream as his fingers fuck you and press down on your clit, you feel your body explode with feeling as you reach your high, coming hard all over his fingers, you closed your eyes, feeling your vision go funny for a moment, like all the stress from your mission leaving your body all at once as you soak Steve's fingers.
"That's my good girl, that's it, ride daddy's fingers" Steve mutters, his fingers slowing down on your sensitive nerves.
"Fuck, Stevie. I'm so close, let me have her?" Bucky says, his voice breaking off into a whimper. You flop down on the bed, your legs giving out from the pleasure. You watched as Bucky moved closer to you, lying on his back, Steve must of answered him, you must of missed it.
"Come here, my darling" Bucky whispers, you move your body, feeling heavy as you climb onto his body, Bucky helps you, guiding you by your hips. "Gonna fuck you nice and good, my sweet girl"
"Yes...oh please, daddy"
Bucky holds his cock with one hand and lifts your hips with his other, he presses the head to your clit, rubbing you for a few moments, you shiver and rut your hips against him, he smirked up at you and slips the head of his cock between your folds until finally he presses against your willing hole. You whimpered pathetically and moved your hips to sink down completely onto him.
"Fuck" He mutters breathlessly, you move your hands onto his chest, holding yourself up as you lift your hips up and back down, feeling the full stretch of his large cock within you, Bucky was the thicker one out of him and Steve, and you loved it, loved being full of him.
"Bucky, yes...oh.." You stuttered, his hand held your hip, helping you lift up and down.
"That's my girl, so good for me"
"You two look so perfect" Steve adds, you turn to face him, seeing him naked now as he fucks his hand.
"Why don't you join us?" You ask, biting your lip.
"Don't mind if I do, you've got Bucky fucking you so nicely" Steve says, he moves to kneel in between Bucky's legs, both his hands grab your arse, squeezing you in his large hands. "Is he making you feel loved baby?"
You nod, leaning your head back to rest on Steve's chest. "So loved!" You call out as Bucky speeds up, his motions still passionate and loving.
Steve grabbed his cock and pushed it down to press against Bucky's cock, the three of you moaned loudly.
"Please Stevie, I can take it!" You plead, needing to feel them both. Steve chuckled darkly and pushed against Bucky's cock, time slowed down for a moment, no longer was he worried about punishing you, he needed to be careful, he'd never forgive himself if he hurt you or Bucky. You yelped in deep pleasure when the head of Steve's cock pushed into your hole, it was a tight fit, but you were so wet, and ready for him, your pussy sucked him in, needing him more.
"Fuck, lean forward baby" Steve mutters, pushing against your back, you lean forward, letting your breasts press down against Bucky's toned chest. Both his hands, metal and flesh moved to grasp your shoulders.
"That's my girl, so lovely when she's being good for her boys" Steve says, he grips onto the flesh of you hips as his other hand holds his cock, pushing deeper into you, both his and Bucky's cocks were squished together, and the three of you were moaning messes.
Steve moved slowly, he didn't want to hurt either of you, and it wasn't like he was in a rush, Bucky however sounded like he was close, he was panting in your ear and his fingers dug into the flesh of your shoulders.
With one last push Steve was fully in you, both his and Bucky's cock's stretched you, the burn between your legs was a good one. You didn't often take them both in one hole at once, but when you did, you felt it for days after, you loved it, you had never felt so full.
"You're so good darling, so good for daddy" Bucky coos, whispering in your ear, kissing the side of your face in between words.
"Good" Steve starts, thrusting half out of you and then back in with each word. "Fucking. Slut."
You mewed, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you moved, letting your forehead fall to Bucky's shoulder, your mouth hung open as noises of pleasure left your lips.
"That's it baby, like this don't ya?" Steve taunts you. "Not sated with one cock, you need two, don't ya baby?"
You whine, feeling your legs shake as you feel yourself come, the liquid leaving your opened hole, drenching both their cocks, they groaned in unison, four hands were on your body, gripping you, grabbing you, Bucky and Steve were feral for you.
"Stevie" Bucky whines, grabbing Steve's hand and holding it against your body, Bucky shuddered and emptied inside of you, coating your inner walls and Steve's cock in his cum, you kissed Bucky's neck softly.
"That's it, come baby" You whisper. Steve's movements sped up, he thrusted his cock deep inside of you, his groans were getting louder.
"Like that??" Steve asks, his grip on your hips getting harder. "Gonna fill you up, dirty slut, fill you with my come, fuck...you've Bucky's come too, fucking dirty girl, gonna fill you up"
You smirked lazily, Steve always got rambling before he came, moments later you clenched around his cock, feeling yourself come as his cock empties inside of you.
The three of you stay still for a moment, panting, your breath heavy and broken.
"I didn't go to mean, did I?" Steve whispers, his body moved, pressing against your back for a moment as he pressed a kiss to your upper spine, he peppered kisses as he travelled down.
"Oh, it was perfect" You answer, a goofy smile on your lips, Bucky grinned as he looked at your face.
"She's cock drunk, Stevie"
"Of course she is, that's why she's our good girl"
You clench your pussy, causing them to groan, both of them move, taking their cocks from you, leaving you completely empty. Steve climbed off the bed first, going to the bathroom to get a wet cloth, he throws it to Bucky and then disappears again.
Bucky moves you to lie down, he washes your body first and then his own, kissing you lazily every so often. Steve finally returns with three bottles of water, and three small chocolate bars.
"Fuel and then sleep, okay?" He says, using his Captain America voice. The three of you wrap blankets around your bodies and sit together, drinking the water and eating the chocolate. You smiled as you watched them, you felt incredibly lucky. You finished the chocolate bar and yawned softly, snuggling back into the bed, the boys copied, snuggling close to your sides.
"Love you darling" Bucky whispers, he presses a light kiss to your forehead.
"Mmm love you" Steve mumbles, his nose pressed to your shoulder as he starts to fall asleep. You close your eyes with a light smile on your lips.
warnings: unprotected p in v, threesome, dumbification, mention of squirting, degradation, cumplay?, overstimulation
word count: 536
author's note: very loosely based on this post, @epiphanyrogers Maddie, this one's just for you bb 🫶🏼🥰 (for getting me onto Steve hehe) hope you enjoyyy!!
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Steve’s holding you open — big, warm, calloused hands gliding along the smooth skin of your thighs— while Bucky thrusts into you — thick and hard and stretching you open like this is what you were born for. To be passed between them like a helpless toy — taking one cock, then the next, then again until they decided they’d had enough.
You’re trembling—breathless, boneless. You don’t know how long it’s been. Don’t know how many times you’ve come. How many times Bucky and Steve have come inside you. The wet, messy sound of Bucky fucking Steve’s cum back into you has you whining—writhing against Steve’s strong hold. Your back arches against Steve’s chest, head falling back until your mouth is pressed against his throat, soft little whimpers tickling his skin.
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You end up straddling Steve — Bucky’s grip firm on your hips as he guides you over Steve’s thick cock. His chin digs into your shoulder as he watches the spot Steve’s cock disappears into your warm, wet walls—your slick mixed with Bucky’s cum dripping onto Steve’s stomach.
“Two cocks not enough for you doll, is it? Should’ve invited Sam and Nat to have their way with you too, hmm?”
You clench around Steve’s cock—gasping—stomach flipping at the thought.
“She likes that. Such a little slut, hmm?” Steve grunts, thrusting up into you with every word, your body flailing—limbs loose and brain looser.
“Yeah, you’d want Nat to eat you out? Ride her face like you’re riding Stevie’s cock?” Bucky’s voice is gravel in your ear, fingers still digging into your hips.
“Yes Bucky, yes mm—” Your voice comes out in a desperate little plea—all breathy and high and completely gone for them. Your fingers scramble uselessly against Steve’s chest, trying desperately to cling onto some sense of sanity.
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You’re lying flat on your stomach, almost passed out when you feel a stiff cock nudge against your clit.
“Can’t, s’too much—” You whine.
“Shh, shh, don’t gotta do nothing baby doll, you just lie there for us.”
You try squirming away with the little strength you have left before Bucky’s hands cup the curve of your ass, pulling you to him and pushing inside you.
You think it’s been another hour of them passing you back and forth—super soldier stamina keeping them both ready to go all night—Steve laughing when he makes you squirt and Bucky doesn’t. Bucky fucking you hard enough for you to scream, giving Steve a smug look and a ‘see, she didn’t scream like that for you.’ It’s like you’re not even there—cheeks stained with tears, legs shaking and sticky, hair a complete mess, bottom lip trembling from the burn between your thighs.
You’re completely gone. Your mind is somewhere else. Just your body left spread between them, cunt throbbing and aching as you feel another hard cock nudge between your folds, a deep voice cooing in your ear — ‘shh, s’okay baby just take it, we’re not done yet.’
You don’t know whose it is anymore—too fucked out to care. Steve or Bucky or maybe both? You’re probably stretched out enough by now.
Or maybe they really did invite the others to join…
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Summary: 6 months later, Natasha returns from the dead. It's a tightly kept secret as it's unknown how she returned, but everyone claws and fights about who will keep watch over her like savages. You're far down the list of people who should protect her, but you find yourself unable to leave her be.
Warnings/Tags: hurt/comfort. undisclosed trauma. physical and mental signs of trauma. angst. somber assisted bath time. sad hair braiding. emphasis on hurt AND comfort.
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You heard the news through Bruce.
Well, it was through Bruce telling Pepper, and you just happened to be at the coffee machine getting shitty coffee. The quality drastically dropped since Tony was gone, and you've been putting off telling Pepper she needed to literally buy anything else.
You didn't really know how long was the appropriate time for someone to grieve before you could ask if they could buy another brand of coffee.
Tony was gone.
A part of you thinks you keep putting off telling Pepper because then you'd have to face—really face—he was gone.
Steve was gone.
What did it matter, really, in the grand scheme of things? Coffee was just coffee, and it'd probably taste fine if you just put a shitload of sugar and creamer in it.
Vision was gone.
Honestly, you only really noticed because it was the same brand as whatever was stocked up at the Avengers Compound.
Natasha was gone.
But perhaps the coffee always tasted bad at the Compound and it had nothing to do with Tony being gone. Natasha used to bring coffee into the office most days for people, and Clint filled in the other days.
Maybe Tony Stark just liked shitty coffee, and you were only now just noticing it.
Natasha was back.
Your hand faltered at the coffee machine, spilling a little of it on your hand, and the burn stung immediately.
"Are you okay?" Bruce asked as he noticed you inhale a sharp breath.
"Yeah, I'm fine." You smiled awkwardly at him before looking at Pepper. "Morgan's fine. She just has the flu and her fever's gone down. Make sure she gets plenty of rest and fluids. I'm going to set up a humidifier for her and help her settle into bed with a movie and wait for her to fall asleep before I head out."
Pepper let out a heavy breath, putting her hand over her chest in relief. "Oh, perfect. Thank you so much for coming suddenly. I just—Morgan doesn't really like going to the hospital, and suddenly she started throwing up and having a fever—"
"It's fine, Pepper," you waved off her ramblings after you wiped what you spilled on the counter. "You can always call me if you need me."
"Seriously, I think I might just employ you full-time as a live-in doctor if you say that," Pepper joked, and you laughed.
"I am already your live-in doctor, just for one of your research labs. instead."
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You don't think about Natasha—at least, you try not to.
You heard things here and there about it through Pepper. Apparently, she's being held in a government facility similar to The Raft, detained like some criminal they needed to study instead of the war hero who sacrificed everything to save the world.
It made you sick to your stomach.
But you hear that Clint, Bruce, and Nick Fury have been fighting to get custody of her, so you don't think about it. There were people who knew Natasha far better than you did and were way closer to her than you were.
She was in good hands.
So, you continue on with your daily routine to pass your monotonous days, unaware you're waiting for some kind of update.
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The next time you heard about Natasha Romanoff, it was Clint and Bruce cornering you at your lab.
"What?" You panicked, tensing up. "Why me?"
"You're the only person Natasha ever sought out to treat her," Clint answered, and you felt even more lost at the fact he knew. "Natasha allows medical professionals onsite to help her, but there were times she left to go see you. That has to mean something."
But, of course, he knew. He was Natasha's...best friend. And Clint was an incredibly nosy person, even if Natasha didn't tell him.
"I've only treated her a handful of times—literally only five times. I don't know her that well," you shook your head, trying to walk around them. "I didn't even know she had a sister until you told me."
"Please," Clint begged. "I'm fighting to get her out, and the doctors they have looking after her are shady and callous with her. I can only visit her with Nick's influence, but it's not enough to get her out of there."
"And what do you suppose I can do?"
"You're a renowned cellular biologist," Bruce cut in. "If they're holding her for research, we want someone on our side who will at least treat her like a human being. The faster we get answers, the faster we can get her out."
"Please," Clint begged again. "Natasha needs help. She's...different. And it's only going to get worse if she remains in there. She's not talking, and they won't let her go until they can find some answers."
It felt wrong.
You don't want to study Natasha Romanoff like an animal. Despite being a scientist with an inquisitive mind, you don't care about how she returned.
But it sounded like Natasha would be researched whether you liked it or not. And if that was the case, you do wonder how the other doctors may be treating her.
"Fine, we're going first thing in the morning," you gritted out, unable to block out the handful of memories of times you've treated her.
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June 2012
"Oo, that looks painful," you hissed in sympathy as a redhead with a busted lip and nasty gash on her temple entered the med bay.
There was a snort that sounded like a half-grunt. "It looks worse than it feels. I hope I'm not intruding, but Tony said I should see you to be treated."
"Natasha, right?" You asked slowly, gesturing to a seat for her to take as you grabbed some medical supplies.
"Yes," Natasha replied, equally slow with caution.
"Tony talks about you a lot," you tried to reassure her of whatever paranoia she might have. It probably didn't help that Natasha was still in her catsuit and probably would've preferred to be called by her alias.
"Well, don't believe everything he says," Natasha gives a light but somewhat tight smile.
"Oh, so you aren't a unique woman with high intellect, sneaky, and rightfully smug?" You teased, and it was flattering that you could make a superhero laugh.
You began treating Natasha's wound carefully.
"You're pretty good at this, doc," Natasha commented as you blew on her brow, even if it didn't sting. "You're pretty gentle. Must be why Tony says you're his personal doctor."
You chuckled. "I'm actually a cellular biologist. Tony is funding my research and pretty much my lifestyle. With the money he's paying me, he can come crying about his boo-boos anytime. Although, he doesn't really come to me for serious stuff. It's usually if he has something ridiculous like a papercut."
"But you can treat wounds and other medical things?"
"I was on my way to becoming a medical doctor before I decided to go into research instead."
"Huh," Natasha hummed, raising her brow at you. "Smart cookie."
"I'd like to think so," you finished cleaning Natasha's wound and putting a bandaid over it. "Feel free to come see me if you need any other basic medical aid. For a pretty redhead, it's free of charge."
"And if I come back blonde?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," you smiled, and Natasha smirked back at you.
"Smart and funny. Tony has it too good."
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April 2014
"This is the worst bandage job I've ever seen. Who did you go to see for this? A grocery clerk?"
Natasha grunted. "Hi, to you too, doc."
You looked at Natasha, noticing how different her hair is now. But it's been about two years since you have seen her. Despite your offer for her to come to you anytime she needed help, she never did. Or she rarely did, you supposed.
You could only deduce that Natasha was used to caring for her wounds on her own. That, or she didn't trust you.
"Alright, let's go to my office," you sighed.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Not really, kind of hit a brick wall."
"Oh, me too."
You looked over at Natasha, who had a straight face, but you noticed the bruise on her temple outside the obvious gun wound on her shoulder.
You pursed your lips. "Will you hate me if I laugh?"
"Not at all. On the contrary, I may like you less if you don't."
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June 2015
"You know, when I told you that you could come for me for basic medical aid, I feel like you didn't understand the meaning of basic."
"Is this too complicated for you?"
"No."
"Then am I unwelcomed?"
You pursed your lips at the redhead, who stared at you with a tiny upward quirk on her lip. "No," you sighed. "Just not sure why you'd want to see me for such serious wounds. There are other more experienced doctors."
You lift Natasha's shirt up, looking at the long gash on the side of her stomach. "We're gonna need to stitch this up. I've been doing research with Dr. Cho, and we have a new machine that can help with cell tissue generation. It would be faster than me manually stitching—"
"It's fine," Natasha declined. "I'd prefer if you manually did it."
You frown lightly at the fact but relent to the redhead's wishes. Another year passes, and Natasha's hair has changed again.
You worked silently on cleaning Natasha's wound, and she also declined the anesthetic. You focus on stitching up the wound with precision and care.
"I like to go to you for some things because your touch is gentle," Natasha said quietly, but it felt so loud in the silent room. "It makes me feel human when I can feel your touch."
You looked over at her face briefly, but Natasha wasn't looking at you. You don't take any deeper meaning into it. She's someone who's probably felt dehumanized most of her life. The machines that can heal her twice as fast would be fine for life-threatening injuries, but it probably all feels clinical.
You looked back down at the stitch. "Well, as long as you're a redhead, it's free of charge."
"Don't kid yourself, I would look perfect blonde."
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."
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September 2016
"What are you doing here?" You hissed as you pulled Natasha in quickly, peering outside before shutting the door.
"Why? Am I unwelcomed now?" Natasha's tone sounded a little hurt, and you scan her body. She didn't seem to be bleeding anywhere that required immediate attention, but you did notice crusted blood at the edge of her nostrils.
"No, but you could get caught here," you shook your head at her. "They're looking for you and the rest of team cap everywhere."
Natasha shrugged. "I highly doubt Tony has your place under surveillance. We don't meet enough for anyone to consider looking for me through you."
You sighed, not sure what to feel about the statement. "I suppose. I don't work for Tony anymore, anyway."
Natasha's brows furrowed.
"Why?"
"I don't agree with what he's doing."
"So you're on Steve's side?"
"No, I think Steve was obstinate too. They're both stupid. Men are stupid."
Natasha laughed before wincing as she held her nose.
"What happened?" You brought her over to your couch before finding your first aid kit.
"I broke my nose," Natasha shrugged. "Can you believe breaking my nose saved millions of girls?"
"With you? Yes." You smirked as you tilted her head to look at the injury closer. "Lucky you. Looks like you don't need surgery. Do you always come here immediately after you save the world?"
"Yep."
"Couldn't even clean your nose before you did?"
"And deprive you of giving me care? I wouldn't dare."
You snorted, carefully cleaning the blood in and around her nose. It was silent again before Natasha spoke up.
"So, what happened with your research stuff now that Tony's not sponsoring your work?"
"Pepper is funding it, even though she knows I won't share anything with Stark Industries at the moment. She doesn't want me to sell my research or provide any data to other companies."
"Smart cookie."
"And a really hot blonde."
"This feels targeted. It's like you know I might dye my hair blonde soon."
"You're still a redhead; I have no idea what you mean. I like your hair, though. Braids look good on you."
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June 2018
Natasha showed up at your front step, holding her rib. There's a look of genuine relief at seeing you.
"You're still here," her voice sounds empty and hollow. "You're still here."
You pulled her inside gently. You're still in shock yourself. You were on a walk when people started disappearing left and right. The sheer panic on the streets was chaos as you were dialing Pepper frantically, almost crying when she picked up the phone. Then there were actual tears when you called other people in your life, and half of them didn't pick up...and they weren't going to.
"I'm here," you swallowed. "What happened to your rib?"
"I don't know." Natasha looked so lost. There was the look of failure and self-blame all over her face.
"Does it hurt?"
"I don't know."
You grasp her wrist, carefully moving her hand away from her rib before gently putting your fingertips against them. Your fingers trail up, down, and around.
Suddenly, Natasha broke into tears.
"Does it hurt?" You asked, panicked.
"You're still here," was all Natasha choked through her tears.
You didn't know what to do other than treat her wounds more gently than ever before while reassuring her you hadn't disappeared. You were one of the many people on this planet still here. And when she was better, she'd get the rest of them back.
It was a long and exhausting night, and Natasha fell asleep in your bed, and you made sure she was comfortable before leaving to sleep on the couch.
Natasha's hair has changed again.
"You look good blonde."
That was the last time you saw her.
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Natasha's hair has changed again. She's gone back to being a redhead with blonde tips. Her hair was a mess, barely brushed, and looked knotted.
The room was big and had padded walls, a singular bed in one corner, and a toilet and sink in another. There were lights in parts of the cell but also areas of darkness. It looked like a fucking prison cell.
You were looking through an unbreakable glass window, the middle holding up a microphone you assumed was linked to the speaker in the room.
Natasha stood in the middle of the room under the light in a hospital gown falling off her shoulder. Her hands were covered in scars, and her lips were so chapped, you were sure they'd split even if Natasha breathed the wrong way.
Natasha was only a few feet away from you, but it felt like she was a million miles away.
They let you see her alone under the guise of privacy as you saw her.
You felt you weren't supposed to see this—see her like this.
A sense of dread filled you at the blank expression on Natasha's face at what she'd gone through—what she was still going through.
She was a hero, and this was how they were treating her? This was someone who had fought wars repeatedly for this stupid country and the rest of the world, and they had her locked up like a mental ward patient from the 1600s.
You thought the government had gotten better. There were reforms and peace after people came back from the snap. This wasn't how they were supposed to treat someone who'd given up their life to ensure everyone got theirs.
It shouldn't matter that she came back; she had still given it up in the first place for them.
Natasha didn't even seem to recognize you through the glass as you stepped closer to the microphone. She looked past you as if she could tell the exit was somewhere behind you.
"Natasha?" You said into the mic, and it bellowed into the room.
Nothing.
"Nat?"
Natasha's eyes were listless. She was a broken, empty shell that seemed more like an animated corpse than actually being alive.
You swallowed, trying one more time. "You're still a redhead. Looks like it's still free of charge."
Natasha's eyes flickered this time, her head tilts towards you as she blinked with focus. It was just a spark, but it was something, and relief spreads through you.
"Not completely." You could barely hear her voice, but it was coarse. Cold.
There should've been a joke about some kind of discount, but Natasha didn't make it. You were speechless.
You didn't know what to say. Don't worry, you're trapped in here, but I'm going to help with the research, and hopefully, we'll get you out soon?
It was like prolonging a death sentence. You were horrified.
"Just—wait for me," the words flew out of your mouth so fast but you meant them with every ounce of your being. "You're gonna go home with me today."
Natasha's eyes sparked at the words but just as quick as you saw it, they died out, falling back into listlessness. She turned, stepping into a darkened corner away from your view and prying eyes of the cameras as she said, "No, I'm not."
You realized she's probably spent weeks watching Clint, Bruce, and Fury try to get her out unsuccessfully.
The resignation made something lurch in your throat and eyes sting with desperation and rage.
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"So, we can send you a contract—"
"You're going to release her to my custody," you cut off some government official. He was old, wearing some kind of toupee that was slicked back to hide his balding head.
He looked at you in disbelief, almost laughing like you were some stupid, naive young girl.
He looks at Clint and Bruce, who are also just looking at you in shock.
"As I've told your friends and Nick Fury, this is out of their hands. The Accords are still intact as of right now, therefore—"
"I don't care about the Accords. You will release her into my care. I'm more than qualified and I have the resources to find the inane answers you're looking for while rehabilitating Agent Romanoff," you cut him off again, able to tell that it was irking him.
"That won't be necessary as you can see we have the resources here," the government official raised his brow at you.
"Your resources can't compete with Stark's resources."
It was no secret that Tony had left a very sizable fortune to you in his will, outside of everything he gave to Pepper and Morgan. And it was also no secret how close you were with the surviving Starks.
"Doctor," the government official sighed, obviously making it sound like you were a nuisance. "If you're not here to join our research team, I suggest you go on your way and remember the NDA you signed."
You glared at him even more. "I'm not leaving without Agent Romanoff. You will hand her over to me, or you will regret it."
"And exactly how will I regret it?" The government official looked smug, and you smirked back at him.
"I'm still in talks with the government regarding my research, and I will pull out and sell that information outside of this country as I'm free to do so. I know Dr. Cho is in talks between the US and South Korea about her nano-technology. One word from me, and America can fall behind on those advancements as well." You pulled out your cell phone in a threatening manner. "Pepper and I will pull out all of our money from the very same banks and company investments that you're supporting and make you watch as they collapse one after another."
"You'd ruin our entire economy—our country by doing so!" The official was red in the face. "You'd put your entire country into chaos?" He sneered at you.
"I will if you don't give me Agent Romanoff!" You sneered back at him. "It's not like you won't eventually get your research and answers if she's in my custody. It works in both our favor."
The official is staring at you, glaring and seething.
"I imagine your colleagues and superiors will pin the blame on you if this entire economy and country goes into ruin because if I have to do that, I will say that it's the government's fault. The NDA said I can't specifically talk about Natasha and this place, which I won't. But I'm sure some journalist will discover the truth and plaster all over the news what you're doing to a war hero," your voice was so vindictive; you're not sure if you've ever been so cold before.
"So," your voice was flat, devoid of emotion now. "What will it be?"
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It was agreed that Natasha would stay in a cabin that Pepper owned out in the countryside. You were to provide monthly updates on your research and rehabilitation progress. And while this was in headway, neither you nor Natasha was free to leave the country or this planet.
Clint initially wanted you and Natasha to stay with him and his family, but you declined. You pointed out that it would be hard for him and his family—his children, especially—to see Natasha like this.
Pepper had everything prepared while you gingerly collected Natasha.
"We're going home, Natasha," you said softly, shrugging off your jacket to wrap around her shoulders. But Natasha still didn't react, even if she let you take her hand and drag her out of the facility.
During the car ride, you mentally planned what you needed to do. Natasha needed to eat, take a bath, and rest.
"Have you eaten yet?" You asked the redhead, sitting stoically in the car, straight as a rod.
There was no answer. Natasha was peering out the windshield, her hands perfectly on both thighs. Clint looked worried as he looked at you.
"Natasha?" You gently placed her hand over hers. You could feel the bumps of the white scars over her hand. A part of you is too frightened to ask where she got these from.
Natasha looked down at your hand over hers before looking at you. Her eyes were so empty. Such a dull green like dying grass.
"Did you eat?"
Natasha nodded once before looking back outside the windshield.
You looked at Clint, trying to give him a reassuring smile, but deep down, you were afraid you had no idea what the fuck you were doing.
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"Pepper says you've been here before, but let me know if you need help finding anything," you brought her into the house where Natasha just stood, looking at nothing in particular.
"Um," you took a shaky breath. "How about a bath? I'm sure it'll be good to get the grime and stale air off of you."
Natasha didn't move on her own, so you began to lead her up the stairs to the bathroom.
It was a detached tub near the high window to get plenty of sunlight without anyone being able to peer in.
"I'll just get this started for you," you offered. Turning on the tap and pouring in a liquid that formed into bubbles. "Just make sure to check the temperature and adjust. Pepper says that sometimes that faucet can be a little finicky."
You turned to Natasha, who stood there, staring at the wall. She was unmoving, making no gesture if she was waiting for you to get out or to start undressing.
"Do you, um, need help?" You asked, but there was no answer.
Maybe it would wake her up a little once she was in the water.
"I'm—" you took a long breath in. "I'm gonna help you undress and get into the tub. If you get uncomfortable at any point, let me know and I can stop or do something else."
It wasn't like you've never seen a naked body before. You've seen plenty both in your sex life and field of work. You've even seen parts of Natasha's body when you've treated her. You just never thought you'd see Natasha fully naked.
You slid your jacket off her shoulders, letting out a puff of breath. You looked past her as you undid the string of her hospital gown. You looked up when you slid down her underwear before guiding her towards the tub. Your gentle guiding seemed to spark Natasha into mechanically climbing into it herself the rest of the way.
"Okay, cool. Um," you stuttered. "I'm sure you've been through a lot. Once you're done, we can get you into bed and if you're hungry later, I can make you something."
You were getting used to the lack of answers, but it didn't make your stomach drop any less. "Just let me know if you need anything."
You don't wait for a response this time, leaving without shutting the door fully. Down the hall, you leaned against the wall, swallowing harshly.
It feels like you brought a lifeless shell home. A part of you wonders if Natasha really did return or if this was just some lifeless doll.
You didn't want to think about it anymore, so you pushed yourself off the wall and into a bedroom with a suitcase and unzipped it open to grab some clothes.
When you were heading back, you heard the water still running and frowned.
"Natasha?" You called as you opened the door. The tub was overfilling, and you rushed to turn off the faucet, trying to not slip.
Natasha was sitting how you left her, staring ahead at the running water but not really looking at it.
You sighed, relieved that the bathroom floor was designed with wood and curved so that any water would naturally run towards a drain in the floor.
You go to check the temperature of the water and find that while it was initially fine when you turned it on, Natasha hadn't attempted to adjust it, and the finicky faucet ran nearly scalding water.
"Jesus, Natasha, you're going to hurt yourself," you yelped. You braced through it and stuck your hand in to drain the tub halfway.
You inwardly sighed, knowing you would have to help Natasha through the entire process. You began to refill the tub, monitoring the temperature and shut it off when it was filled adequately.
"I'm going to help wash you if that's okay," you muttered. "Just let me know if you prefer to do it yourself at any point."
You grabbed a nearby stool and sat on it before grabbing the loofa. You began with Natasha's shoulders and arms, trying to wash parts of her that were easy to access.
Natasha tensed as you washed her, so you tried to be more slow and careful.
"It's just me," you said softly, trying to reassure the redhead. "I've always taken care of you."
Natasha said nothing, but her shoulders relaxed slightly as you continued. There wasn't much dirt on her, but the stale air that was surrounding her began to fade away.
Her knees were propped up, folded to her chest, and you washed down her thighs and legs, trying to not think of anything too much as you did it. You tried not to think about the scars on her hands and feet.
Readjusting your stool, you went to sit behind her. You used a cup to wet Natasha's hair, trying to detangle some of it gently first. It was then you discovered a shaven spot in the back of her head, where there was a large scar. You realized that was where Natasha's head hit the ground when she—
You swallowed, trying to suppress the anger that they shaved her head to get a look at something so private.
You squeezed a considerable amount of shampoo in your hands and gently rubbed it into her scalp. Natasha tensed at first before your fingers massaging her scalp made her relax, her body leaning back against the tub and her head into your hands.
It was quiet as you did this. You shampooed her hair twice before slathering it up in conditioner and finally getting out the rest of the knots. You drained the tub, grabbing the shower head to rinse her down once more before you grabbed a towel and helped her out.
You helped put a bathrobe around her to help dry her as you didn't think you had the gall to fully dry every part of her by hand. Grabbing her clothes, you led her to her bedroom, setting her down on the bed.
Natasha sat silently as you towel-dried her hair with gentle hands. Her eyes fell closed as you began to blow dry it. Your soft fingers tousling her hair.
So delicate.
When it was dry, you set the blow dryer aside.
"Hm, your hair is pretty sensitive and might be for the next week. It might be better to braid it so it doesn't tangle and break when you're sleeping," you commented, mostly to yourself.
You took sections of her hair, delicately beginning to put her hair into a french braid.
"You've always had beautiful hair, red or blonde," you complimented Natasha as you finished. You moved to sit in front of her to check if you did okay from the front. There wasn't a response, but Natasha opened her eyes. They focused on you, looking at you as they traced over the features of your face. She was studying you apprehensively.
Natasha lifted a hand, slowly reaching up as her fingers brushed the side of your face. It felt bumpy from the scars, but it made the back of your throat burn.
"Am I really here?" Natasha mumbled as she then traced your cheek before your lips. "Am I really here with you?"
Your eyes were burning now. You couldn't even answer right away because you were afraid your lips would start trembling.
You lifted your hand, hesitating at first, before you held her hand against your face. "Yeah, you're really here."
The edges of Natasha's eyes began to brim with tears.
"When I jumped, I didn't die right away," Natasha whispered. "There was a feeling that something bad was going to happen. It didn't get me yet, but it was going to."
You couldn't help the tears that began to fall over the edge of your eyes when they overfilled.
"Something bad happened to me," Natasha's lip trembled. "It's still happening to me."
You gripped her hand tighter unintentionally, but it was like it grounded Natasha.
"I was scared," Natasha admitted. "I was scared that even if you came to me, it wouldn't go away."
Then, Natasha grabbed your hand and placed it against her cheek. It was still warm from the bath and blow dryer.
"But I can feel your touch," Natasha sighed like it was a relief. "It's gentle and I feel human. I'm scared I'm not really here."
"You are."
Your throat felt clogged with raw emotions, and you didn't know what to do with it. You've only seen Natasha a handful of times, and maybe it's because the more you do, the more emotionally charged you both feel.
"You're really here," you told Natasha, using your thumb to caress her cheek. You didn't know what else to say.
All you can do is offer her shelter under your touch.
Warnings: Nightmares, chasing, not being able to scream, mention of demonic ritual, mention of bad parental figure, helplessness, HURT/comfort.
Ghiacciolo = Icicle
960 words
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Summary: You have a terrible nightmare and wake up feeling distressed. Fortunately your girlfriend is there to cheer you up and make you feel loved.
A/N: My first request done! Thank you so much for the request friend! This should hopefully serve as an example of what happens when people request :3 Hope it's not too dark in the beginning.
You were running, the streets were echoing with your footsteps, no one was around and all the buildings were dark. The question of where anybody was fell to the back of your mind as your panic of not escaping your pursuer thumped in your skull.
Your breathing was becoming ragged and sporadic, you felt your shoulders tightening before you saw a shadow move behind you. Looking back you saw no one, taking a right into an alley you thought would make whoever was chasing you have to show themselves.
Your powers… Were working? Right? You felt your hands warm instead of the normal cold but that was fine, that happened all the time in the warm weather! But… The wind was chilly in your face and the nighttime clouds were blocking out what little light there was in this alleyway. Running through it, your heart was beating faster than ever… That couldn’t be… A wall? But you saw the street not a few seconds ago! No, no, no, no… The person chasing you must have known, that’s why they hadn’t shown themselves.
While you thought that, you reached the wall that spelled out your doom, you were going to touch it when something made you turn around. A shadow, larger than you or the buildings that trapped you inside this dark box. You wanted to scream, you had to scream, but your voice was only a whisper.
You tried to focus on the figure, it looked… Familiar, was it…? No, it couldn’t be. He was dead, you looked him in the eyes as the demons dragged his screaming body into the depths of the underworld.
- Child. - Your father spoke, his voice echoing and bouncing between the walls and reaching your ears. This man was not here, it was impossible.
After years of him trying to get your powers into him. Your father, attempted something you wouldn’t have wished upon anybody, he had attempted to rip your soul from your body and cast it down into the underworld where then he would’ve been free to do whatever he wanted with your body to extract your metamutation.
It was only by the efforts of Zatanna and the other members of the Justice League Dark, they were able to stop your father before your soul was banished from this realm. Unfortunately the demons were not going to go back empty handed, since your father was the one holding the cursed book the hellspawn latched onto their anchor like piranhas to a wounded animal. His screams and pleas to take you instead of him still kept you up at night.
All that crossed your mind as you watched the man who was supposed to love and care for your well-being walk slowly towards you, knife in hand like he was ready to take his revenge right here and now.
You brought your hands up and tried to launch your ice rays to his feet but instead all came out of your hands a slow and steady dribble of water.
- No. - You whispered
- Yes. - He replied, a grin on his face you could hear in the silence of the night.
- No, no, no, get away. - You pleaded in your hushed voice - Someone help me.
- No one is coming to help you. - His voice grated your ears.
- No, that’s not true - You said as he started to sprint towards you. - Help me, please, someone HELP- You woke up with a start. - me?
It was a dream, a nightmare actually, and you were now sitting up looking at your girlfriend’s worried face. Zatanna lightly touched your shoulders, getting your attention.
You threw yourself at her, crying.
- I had the dream again. - You said between sobs
- Mi ghiacciolo… - She whispered the nickname patting your back to make you feel better. - You’re okay now. We’re together.
As you began to calm down you opened your eyes and looked at the dark room, it was… Snowing? Inside?
- Oh Zee, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… - You started to apologize before Zatanna pulled back and smiled that mischievous smile that she knew made you blush.
- No need to be sorry baby, this just means I get to cuddle you harder now. - Slowly you two began to lay down again and she assumed her position as the little spoon and pulled the covers over you two. - Do you want to… Talk about it?
- Not really. - This has been a recurring dream every few nights since she rescued you. - What were you dreaming about?
Zatanna started telling you about her dream, seemed as energetic and lovely as the woman talking to you. But after a moment she stopped and hmmd.
- Hmm - She said, looking around at all the snowflakes starting to fall.
- What is it, Zee? - You looked down at her laying on your chest, she looked up and smiled.
- I think I need visuals for this. - She said with determination. - Yreve ekalfwons sllet a yrots
With the spell uttered you watched in amazement as the snowflakes floated up to the ceiling and began to play a shadow puppet-like little theater as your girlfriend told the tale.
You hugged her tight and pulled the covers up to be as warm as possible while her crazy dream played out in your ceiling. Her voice, with a slight rasp from sleep and with a bit of the italian accent she hid during the day, lulled you into sleep.
Zatanna looked up when your breathing evened out and you started to lightly snore.
- I hope I can be there when every nightmare happens. - She whispered, the snowflakes beginning to descend and float out the crack in the window. Zatanna kissed your cheek, praying that you could rest, before succumbing to her own sleep as well.
