Natasha works outside in the heat and you watch on with (innocent) eyes
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N receiving), thigh riding, so much thirsting for Nat’s muscles hehe
Note: I am once again here with working out in the heat with Natasha. This one is fun. Enjoy!
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist
It’s the first truly hot day of the year. As much as you hate the heat, the weather does have some perks.
One of them being that your wife works outside with little to no clothing on. And god does she look good.
You watch her from under the temporary shade Nat made you this morning because she knows you get hot and need to cool down.
She’s shredded her shirt from this morning and wears only a sports bra and shorts as she moves wood piles and digs in the garden.
“Do you need anything, babe?” You ask her, noticing the way the sweat drips off her muscles. Everywhere from her shoulders, her face, and even her abs are glistening.
“Maybe a drink break. And just for you to keep looking at me like that,” Natasha says. A smirk is on her face.
“Oops,” you mumble.
She walks over to your shade and you hand her a water. Nat takes it while leaving a kiss to your lips. You watch the way her body moves as she gulps down the water. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“I know you enjoy looking,” she says once she’s swallowed the liquid.
“Respectfully, yes,” you reply.
“Hm, sure. Give me another hour and we can shower?” Nat suggests.
“Yes please,” you say.
Natasha leaves you with another kiss. This one is long enough that it leaves you wanting more.
You watch as she takes an axe to a piece of wood and her muscles flex. She chuckles at you with every swing.
When she’s finally done working, she walks to you again and this time when you hand her a water she pours some of it on her head.
“Babe, what are you doing?” You ask her.
“I’m cooling down,” she says with a shrug. “You like it, don’t you? Me being all wet?”
Your eyes go wide as you don’t know how to respond. She takes your hand and leads you towards the house.
“Nat, what about cleaning up?”
“That can wait until tomorrow,” she says.
You two practically jog into the house and it doesn’t take long for her to start taking your clothes off.
She starts with your shirt and you’ll never get over how she memorizes your body with her eyes every time she sees you like this.
By the time you’re in the bathroom, you’re only left in your underwear and Natasha is completely naked.
She turns the shower on and you both get inside. Nat lets the cool water run over her body before she pulls you flush against her.
Her thigh slots itself between your legs and you gasp.
“You’re so hot,” you tell her as she moves her thigh. You let her move against you at her own pace.
“Mhm, I’ve been thinking about this all day. How good it would feel to have you on my thigh,” Natasha says. Her words always spur you on further.
“Fuck Natasha,” you gasp as she picks up the pace. Her hands on your hips move you against her.
She kisses you deeply as she brings you closer and closer to your peak.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Nat asks.
“Yes, god, fuck Natasha,” you moan out as you come hard against her thigh.
“Good girl,” she coos as she helps your hips return to their normal pace.
“Your turn,” you say. You kneel in front of Nat and she backs up so the water is falling down her back.
You look up at the sight and it’s so beautiful the way her red hair is getting wet as you prepare to dive into her.
Natasha gets impatient and reaches for the back of your neck. She pulls you into her center and you lick through her folds. You find her soaking.
“You loved me watching you today, didn’t you?” You ask her, pulling away to tease her.
“Yeah, I did babe. Fuck me,” she says as you dive back in.
You take her clit into your mouth and she practically goes weak in the knees. She holds onto the side of the shower as you continue to eat her out.
“Fuck, detka, I’m going to come,” she says. She knows you like it when she’s this vocal.
You hum against her and that shoots her over the edge. She comes hard against your tongue and you clean her up.
When you stand again, you kiss her deeply and she holds you tight. Your breasts press together as you fall in love over again.
“I love you,” you tell her once you’ve broken for air.
“I love you too, detka,” Natasha says. “And I’m definitely going to work outside again tomorrow.”
You share a giggle and fall into a calm rhythm of conversation and actually taking care of showering duties.
Life with Natasha is absolutely perfect. Especially on days like today.
something about carol following maria, something about carol going where they go, something about her heart being tethered to them, something about maria leading the way, something about maria knowing carol's right behind her, something about that kiss before passing the ring over, something about this family, something about them
You keep ending up in situations where you’re cuddling with Natasha
Note: This is a soft one. Enjoy!
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The first time it happened it was a complete accident.
You were assigned an overnight mission with Natasha and when you got to the hotel room there was only one bed. She tried to sleep on the floor, but you protested.
“If you sleep on the floor, then I sleep on the floor too,” you had said.
“Then what’s the point of the bed?” She asked.
“Exactly. There is no point then. Come on,” you said.
You were both exhausted from the mission and a good nights sleep was calling your names.
Natasha laid down a careful distance from you. The bed was plenty big enough to share, but she didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. Or maybe she didn’t want her feelings for you to get even more complicated.
After falling into a deep slumber, Natasha woke up first in the morning. As she became aware of her surroundings, she realized she had another body tangled up in hers.
Her arm was draped around your waist as you rested with your head on her shoulder. You breathed into her neck and your legs intertwined with hers.
If she could just ignore reality, then she could imagine this is how it would feel to wake up with you every morning.
But the reality is that you’re not together and she untangled herself from you as stealthily as she could. You simply rolled over and went back to sleep.
When you finally woke up, Natasha hadn’t suspected that you knew about the accidental cuddling.
Until it happened again.
This time is happened at the compound. It was movie night, a new bonding experience the team was trying, and you sat next to Natasha on the couch.
Most of the team had gone to their rooms, but you and Nat were trying to finish the movie.
Sleep started to take over and you leaned slightly to rest your head on the couch. But what you found was Natasha’s arm outstretched behind you. She tried to move it but you stopped her.
“You’re more comfortable than this couch,” you told her.
She only laughed shyly and left her arm in place. You snuggled into her shoulder once again and her fingers ghosted over your arm. She wanted to touch you, to hold you, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment.
When you fell asleep against her, she turned off the movie and you practically laid across the her lap. You weren’t consciously doing it, but Nat just felt so safe that you couldn’t help yourself.
She smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep as well.
You woke in the middle of the night realized where you were. Your head was on Natasha’s lap and she was asleep.
Grinning, you closed your eyes and went back to sleep.
But once again, Natasha untangled herself from you and got up early. You missed her warmth and she all but vanished the rest of the day.
Later that night, you decide to confront her about it.
You haven’t been to her room before, but you got up the courage to go to her floor and knock on her door.
“Who is it?” Her voice comes from the other side.
“It’s y/n,” you say. “Can we talk?”
The door opens to reveal Natasha in her pajamas. The plaid shorts and a black tank top make her look so perfect.
“What’s up?” She asks.
“Can I come in?”
“Uh, yeah,” she agrees hesitantly. You walk into her room and take a quick glance around.
It’s about what you expected. Very organized and neutral colors aside from the desk that is littered with photos of the team and of Natasha with Clint’s family. She also has drawings and trinkets that the kids have gifted her.
“I would’ve cleaned up if I knew you were going to stop by,” Natasha breaks the ice again.
“If you don’t think this is clean then I hope you never see my room,” you joke.
You share a laugh. She gestures for you to sit down on the edge of her bed next to her.
“Natasha,” you begin, swallowing your nerves. “I wanted to talk to you about- well about us.”
“Okay,” she says. “Can I say something first?”
You nod and watch as Natasha fiddles with her fingers. A nervous tick you’ve only seen her do a few select times.
“I really like you,” she begins. “But I’m just not sure what to do about it.”
She pauses and you jump in. “Well, we could be together.”
She looks stunned at your words. Had she been unaware? You don’t think you did a great job pretending you weren’t in love with her.
“Y/n, I’m not someone you need to date,” Natasha says. Her barriers start to rise and you realize you have to stop them before you’re locked out.
“Natasha, you are exactly the person I want to date. I’ve liked you since I met you. And clearly, I feel so comfortable with you that I’ve subconsciously snuggled with you a few times,” you say. “So please, can we try?”
“I don’t know,” Nat says. “You’re so young and innocent. And I’m, me.”
“Exactly. You’re you. And I-” you stop yourself, but she remains silent. “I love you.”
Natasha’s eyes fill with tears. No one has ever been so outwardly loving of her and said it to her while really meaning it.
“I don’t know what to do,” Natasha admits.
“That’s okay,” you tell her. You scoot closer to her and pull her into a hug. “I don’t know either, but we’ll figure it out.”
“I want to try,” she says, her face buried in your neck. She mumbles something else in Russian that you don’t understand.
When you pull back from the hug, Natasha presses her forehead against yours. You soak up the moment together.
That night, you sit on her bed with her and talk about how this is what you both want and how to make it work.
You fall asleep with your bodies entangled once again, but this time it’s on purpose. And you wake up the next morning still tangled together and feeling safe and warm.
At the Dodgers game, you are at the right place at the right time to meet someone who will change your life.
Note: I was just thinking about Lizzie’s Dodgers hat. That is all. Also, there’s a tiny bit of baseball jargon but mostly it’s fluffy goodness. Enjoy!
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By fate or some miracle, Elizabeth Olsen is sitting right next to you at the Dodgers game. If you pinched yourself, you’re still not even sure if you would believe it’s true.
Your friend’s parents had season tickets and they let you and your friend go while you’re visiting the city. No one told you that the seats were right next to the Olsen family’s seats. But here you are with Lizzie and her sister next to you.
She had offered you a kind smile when you sat next to her, but there haven’t been any words exchanged yet. That is until her sister leaves her seat and Lizzie turns towards you to make space for her to walk by.
“Sorry about that,” she says as she apologizes for being in your space.
“It’s okay,” you assure her. It was definitely okay, you think.
“So, you aren’t a Dodgers fan, huh?” she asks you, looking you up and down. They are playing the team you root for today, so you wore your own team’s gear.
“Yeah, it seems I’m the only one here that isn’t. It’s my first time here,” you say, taking your turn to look at her outfit. She has a hat and a shirt with the Dodgers logo on it.
“Well, we are going to win, so it makes sense,” Elizabeth says with a hint of teasing in her voice.
“Oh, is that right?” you tease her back.
“Yep. Just you wait and see,” she says. You share a laugh, and it feels so natural, like you’ve known her for years. “I’m Lizzie by the way. You probably knew that, but yeah.”
You tell her your name and she smiles. The first few innings go by quickly and you Lizzie share a few random conversations between the top and bottom of the innings. But mostly you tease each other when the other team makes an error or gets scored on.
It’s nearing the end of the game and your team is actually winning. You tease Lizzie about it and her response is to join her team in using rally caps. She turns her hat inside out and puts it back on her head.
You are doubled over laughing when Lizzie’s sister takes a photo of her.
“You can laugh all you want, y/n, but we will come back and win all because of this,” Lizzie says as she points to her hat.
“In your dreams, Lizzie,” you tell her. She giggles before refocusing on the game.
And sure enough a late two run homerun in the 9th brings the Dodgers back and they win the game.
“Yes!” Lizzie shouts along with the rest of the stadium.
“Congratulations,” you say when she turns to face you. You’re upset your team lost, but the excited look on her face makes you feel a little better.
“Thanks! And hey, better luck next time, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Will there be a next time? I mean I enjoyed meeting you and teasing you, y/n,” Lizzie says. A light blush flashes on her cheeks as she makes the confession.
“I’m not sure, actually. I’m here visiting my friend. But if you ever find yourself on the east coast and want to watch your team lose, then I would love to see you again,” you say. It’s bold, you know it is, but you figure you have nothing to lose.
“Can I get your number?” she asks you. You try not to do a happy dance right there in front of her as you put your number in her phone and give her yours to do the same.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye for now then,” you say as you realize all the seats around you have cleared out.
“I guess so,” Lizzie says. It feels strangely hard to say goodbye to this woman you had only met just hours ago. “Hey, wait y/n!” Lizzie says as she meets you at the top of the section.
“Miss me already?” you tease her.
Lizzie takes off her hat, now folding back the right way, and hands it to you.
“I want you to have this, so you’ll remember your first Dodgers game,” she says. You put the hat on, and she grins. “Maybe you’ll even become a fan?”
“Probably not, but I will cherish this. Thank you, Lizzie,” you tell her.
Again, there is a lingering feeling that you don’t want to leave each other. You take a chance and very gently kiss her cheek before stepping back to leave with your friend. Elizabeth offers you her best smile as she watches you go.
An hour later, your phone dings with a text from her.
We play your team again in a month. This time at your stadium. You in?
Absolutely, but only if you’re fully prepared to lose. You reply.
In your dreams, y/n :)
You will definitely never forget your first Dodgers game.
Note: It’s soft, soft, soft, Natasha. I’ve done a million variations of this Nat comfort but it’s honestly my fave type of fic to write, so here’s another one. Also, yes the title is a Taylor Swift reference lol. I hope y’all enjoy it!
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When Natasha gets home from work, she can tell you aren’t in the best mood. Unlike usual there is no music playing a little too loud while you cook dinner, and you aren’t excitedly standing by the door like you often are when she arrives home.
“Hey y/n,” Natasha says. She greets you with a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey Nat, dinner is almost ready,” you reply, she notices that you got straight to the point like you do when you’re upset.
“Okay, detka. Thanks for cooking,” she says. You only nod in response and Natasha’s worry for you deepens. But she doesn’t push right now.
You two eat dinner together and you hardly participate in the conversation. That doesn’t get past Natasha. As you are about to wash the dishes, Natasha reaches for your hand to softly stop you.
“Y/n, hey, look at me,” Natasha says.
You know if you look at her then you might burst into tears at the gentle look you instinctually know she is wearing on her face right now. But Natasha’s fingers softly turn your face to look at her.
“Are you okay?” she asks you in perhaps the kindest voice ever.
“It’s just-” you start getting choked up, “it’s just one of those days.”
In lieu of responding, Natasha pulls you into her strong embrace. It’s her silent way of telling you it’s okay to let go and feel what you need to feel. You and Natasha have always had a way of speaking to each other without even needing words.
It’s like the songs that say that you can hear the love in the silence. By the grip of her arms around you, you feel all the love you have ever needed, that you’ve ever wanted.
“Thank you, Natasha,” you whisper through tears.
“I’m here for you, detka. Always,” Nat replies, her voice thick with tears of her own. She continues to hold you for as long as you need. Natasha always lets you pull away first.
“I think I’m going to shower and get ready for bed,” you tell her once you’ve let her go.
“Alright, babe. I’m going to go for a quick run, but I’ll be back before you go to bed, okay?”
“Okay. See you soon,” you say.
Natasha kisses your lips softly before you head off to the bathroom, but she isn’t going for a run. She grabs her keys and hustles to her car. Nat drives to the local grocery store that is still open later at night. When she gets there, she makes a mental list of your favorite things to get you and she’s in and out quickly.
As promised, Natasha is there before you go to bed. When you come out of the bathroom, she is standing by your bed with a bouquet of flowers. And you feel like crying again at her sweetness.
“Are those-”
“Just like the one’s I got you for our first date,” she interrupts you. “You were already so important to me then. I thought I might remind you of that. I also got you some snacks and bought one of those silly romcoms you like,” Nat explains.
You walk to her and hold her tight. She returns the hug just as intensely.
“I love you, Natasha. How do you always know exactly how to make me feel better?”
“I love you too, y/n. I’m glad you’re feeling better. I’d do anything for you, my love,” she says. And you know she means it. “Do you want to watch the movie or?”
“Is it okay if we just call it a night?” you ask.
“Of course,” she replies.
And so, the two of you climb into bed and Natasha wraps her arms around you again. She is your home, your comfort, your safe space, and your favorite person in the world.
When the richest members of the country club approach you about joining their relationship, you can’t say no to them.
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving), strap on sex (R and W receiving), essentially sugar mommies
Note: Enjoy!
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“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Natasha’s raspy voice asks.
You barely hear her over the sound of your own heart beating. She is so close to you. Her hand is on your thigh, just a little too high to be friendly. Her nose presses against your neck.
“Yeah. It’s just- this is coming out of nowhere,” you say.
“Is it?” Wanda asks. Her tone is a bit condescending. You can’t help but press your thighs together at the way it makes you feel.
“We’ve been flirting with you for months now,” Natasha says. “You haven’t noticed?”
You shake your head. Wanda grabs your chin a little roughly to force you to look into her eyes. This is way too intimate for a public area of the clubhouse. A corner booth doesn’t offer much privacy.
Wanda and Natasha frequent this bar area often after their visits to the course. You never knew that they paid any attention to you working.
“Use your words, baby,” Wanda instructs.
“No, I didn’t notice,” you reply.
“That’s a shame,” Wanda says. “We thought about you every night. Didn’t we, Natasha?”
“Mhm, we did,” Natasha agrees. She moves her mouth to your neck and leaves a few opened mouth kisses. “Every night as I buried my face in my wife’s pussy I thought about what yours might taste like.”
You bite your lip and can’t help but close your eyes at the feeling of her lips, and her words make you feel unspeakable things.
Wanda presses her lips to the other side your neck, following the same delicate pattern that Natasha did.
“And when I rode her strap, I thought about how good you’d look doing the same. Being so good for us,” Wanda says.
“What did you say, baby? Will you join us?” Natasha asks.
You almost nod without speaking, but you remember Wanda said to use your words.
“Yes,” you breathe out. You’re not really sure why you agree, but you know that you want to see where this goes. “I- um- I don’t get off until 8.”
“I can fix that,” Natasha says. She gets up from beside you. You miss her warmth already.
“Let’s go to the car,” Wanda says. She holds your hand and walks with you to the door. Natasha meets you there.
“You’re free to leave,” Nat says. She places a hand on your back to lead you out of the clubhouse. “And don’t worry, this will be better than any tip you’ll get from these men.”
Outside, there is a car waiting for Wanda and Nat. They help you into the backseat with them. Their thighs press against yours as they sit close. Natasha fields a few calls on the car ride to their house.
When you arrive, the driver opens the door to reveal the absolute mansion Wanda and Nat live in. The two women walk you inside. They share a nod and Wanda walks to the other room. Natasha ushers you into the living room.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Natasha says. She gestures to the couch. You sit and watch as she makes a drink. “Would you like one?”
“I’m okay,” you reply.
“Y/n,” she says as she walks to the couch. She is wearing a fur coat that reveals enough of her chest that you want to see more. Her blonde hair is styled perfectly. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No,” you say too quickly. “Intimidated by you is actually it.”
“Ah, okay,” Natasha says. “And Wanda?”
“Same thing,” you tell her.
“We’re just people, you know.”
Wanda enters the room. She shed her blazer and is now wearing dress pants and a white blouse. Her brown hair cascades over the material.
“I made you a drink,” Natasha says to Wanda.
“Thank you, my love,” Wanda replies. She takes her drink from the table and sits on the couch on the other side of you. “So, what did I miss?”
“Oh nothing,” Nat replies.
“Did you tell her what we want?” Wanda asks as if you aren’t there. Nat shakes her head. “Well, then I will. Y/n, we are very attracted to you. And we wanted to ask you to join us. No strings attached. Just sex. What do you think?”
“I- um-”
“Wanda, don’t scare her,” Natasha jumps in. Her hand rubs your back. “We can take it slow. For example, can I kiss you?”
“Okay,” you agree.
Natasha’s hand comes to your neck as she pulls you in for a kiss. Her plump lips brush against yours softly. You feel your entire body burning with pleasure. She doesn’t deepen the kiss, but it was enough to make you think you’d say yes to anything she asked.
“How was that?” Natasha asks.
“Wow,” you say seriously. The blonde chuckles.
“Wanda, why don’t you try,” Nat tells her wife.
Wanda pulls you her way and kisses your lips much in the same way that Natasha did. She tastes different though. Her kiss is hungrier. You get the feeling this was her idea and Nat is doing it to make her happy. Not that she minds.
When Wanda stops kissing you, Natasha is quick to bring her in for a kiss. The two of them kiss in front of you. The sight of their tongues mingling alone is enough to get you off.
“You like that?” Natasha asks you. She noticed the way you were staring.
You nod. Wanda suddenly leans forward and bites your neck. It hurts but not more than it feels good.
“Words, detka. Words,” she says.
“I’m sorry,” you say.
Wanda seemingly forgives you as she kisses your lips again. Nat moves her deft fingers over your button up. It seems she is magic as she unbuttons all of them by the time Wanda moves her attention to your chest.
The brunette uses her hands to push open your shirt. Your bra falls to the side. You assume Natasha also took that off you when Wanda was distracting you with her intoxicating lips.
“So beautiful,” Wanda breathes out. “I have imagined this.”
Natasha stands from the couch. She opens her coat to reveal she is completely naked aside from a red strap connected to her hips. Your eyes go wide at the sight. Wanda grins. She takes your nipple into her mouth while she takes the other with her fingers.
“Do you want to ride my strap, baby?” Natasha asks you.
“Yes please,” you say.
“Good girl,” Natasha says.
She sits on the couch next to you, pulling you onto her lap. She moves the tip of the strap over your folds. Wanda sits up higher on the couch and takes her wife’s breast into her mouth. Natasha slips the strap into you. You press your forehead against hers as she fills you up.
“Fuck, I knew she could take your cock so well,” Wanda says.
“I know, sweetheart. She is so fucking wet and tight,” Natasha says.
“I can’t wait to taste her for myself,” Wanda says. “To make her feel so good.”
Natasha’s hands move your hips back and forth as she pounds the strap into you. She hits the sweet spot over and over again. You feel yourself losing control.
“Come for me, y/n,” Nat instructs you.
You come hard against her strap, slowing your movements until you fall against her. She kisses your head softly. A stark contrast of how she was just pounding into you. The two women give you a moment to catch your breath.
Nat helps you slip off her strap. Wanda kneels on the floor in front of the couch. She spreads your legs open again before burying her face between them. Nat situates herself behind Wanda. She pulls her pants down her legs enough to gain access to her. Nat presses her strap into her wife.
Wanda groans as she feels Nat bury herself deep into her. The taste of you gets her high quickly. You squirm under her tongue and that spurs her on further.
“So fucking good,” Natasha says, accentuating each word with the movement of her hips.
“Fuck,” you mumble. You won’t last much longer.
You see Natasha smirk as she feels Wanda coming against her. Her pleasure is enough to finish you off. Coming hard against Wanda’s tongue, you fall apart.
The two women stop their ministrations and catch their breath. Wanda takes the strap off of Natasha’s hips. She kisses the woman before directing her to sit on the couch.
“I want to see you eat her out,” Wanda says to you.
“Yes ma’am.”
You stand from the couch and kneel before Natasha. Her strong hands direct you exactly where she wants you. Natasha smirks at how in heaven you look between her legs. Wanda moves her fingers over Nat’s pussy lips to work in tandem with your tongue.
“That’s it, baby. Make her feel so good,” Wanda says. She lifts your head to kiss you before pushing you back to Natasha’s clit. You suck her until her hips stutter beneath you.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Natasha says.
Wanda removes her hand to let you have the moment when Natasha comes to yourself. She is so beautiful falling apart underneath you. Once she comes down from her high, she pulls you up into her lap. You rest your head on Natasha’s shoulder.
Wanda sits next to you and the three of you recover together.
“How do you feel, y/n?” Wanda asks.
“I’m good,” you say. And you really are.
“I think this is going to work out just fine,” Natasha says.
After that day, Natasha and Wanda continue to see you at the clubhouse. Whenever they ask you to leave with them, you never turn them down. Why would you? They are absolutely perfect.
Your firefighter wife gifts you a special calendar she made for you
Note: Firefighter Natasha is back! Cause she’s so hot and strong hehe. This one is super fun. Thanks to everyone who helped me with this idea. Enjoy!
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“Do you think she’s going to like it?” Natasha asks her coworker, Carol, as she helps her take some photos.
“A hot firefighter calendar from her wife? Yeah I think so,” Carol answers with a laugh. Nat laughs too. “Especially the photos you take when I leave.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Get out of here,” Nat playfully says. Carol smirks and walks outside the door to stand guard.
Natasha wouldn’t want any of her other coworkers knowing what she’s doing in here. It’s been a long running joke between the two of you that Nat was hot enough for one of those firefighter calendars. Little did you know she was in the process of making one just for you.
She takes her time to pose for each month, some with more clothes on then others, and feels satisfied with her gift. It’s a few days after Christmas when she finally gives it to you.
You were with family and this was definitely a more in private gift. So as soon as you settle back home Nat comes to the living room with a gift in hand.
“I’ve got one more gift for you, sweetheart,” Nat says.
“Oh?” You pat the spot next to you on the couch and she sits close. Her hand immediately goes to your thigh as she hands you the gift. “Thanks babe.” You kiss her cheek and she grins.
As you start to open the gift, your eyes go wide at the peaks of it you get. The whole thing is unwrapped and you feel yourself already heating up.
“Natasha! Is this? Babe!”
“I know we always joke about it, but I thought maybe you’d like to actually have one,” Natasha explains. She seems a little nervous, but her worries fade as you immediately open it to the first month.
“Holy shit,” you can hardly speak as you look at the photo.
Natasha is wearing her full uniform and leaning against a fire truck. Even with the jacket, pants, shirt, hat, and boots you are drooling at the sight of your wife.
“It gets better, you know. January is just the beginning,” Natasha says with a kneeling smile. She’s sitting somehow even closer to you and her arm is wrapped around your shoulders.
You turn the page to February. Natasha wasn’t kidding about it getting better. For this month, Natasha has her jacket opened with no under shirt on. Her abs show through the opening as your eyes fall on her lack of pants. She’s wearing only lacy panties. A rose stem is held between her teeth as she smiles at the camera.
“You like it?” She asks. She was nervous about this one.
“I wish I was that rose.”
“Hmm, we can make that happen,” Natasha says. She starts kissing your neck with fervency.
“Babe, wait. Let me look at the rest of this.” You don’t want her to stop, but you’re itching to see the rest of the calendar.
She relents and you then turn to March. Natasha is manspreading on the step of the truck with her T-shirt sleeves rolled up over her strong biceps. She’s flexing as she makes a serious but sexy look at the camera. Her hands on her knees makes your jaw hang open. She knows her muscles and her hands are a weakness of yours.
“You’ve been looking at this one a while,” Natasha remarks. You look at her and have to blink hard to come back to reality. “Keep going, baby.”
April makes you lose your composure completely. Natasha is wearing only a sports bra, her helmet, and pants. Water from the hose is coming from behind her and sticking to her toned skin.
“April showers, right?” Nat asks.
“This is- wow.” You have no other words to say in the moment. Natasha takes the initiative to move the calendar to the next month.
For May, she’s wearing only her pants and suspenders. They cover her nipples but leave most of her breasts available for you to see. There’s an axe thrown over shoulder.
“I would- um- I would like to see you in this exact uniform please,” you find yourself rambling.
“I can do that, honey. Only for you.” The low rasp of her voice makes you squirm.
You turn to the next page. It’s an action shot of Natasha. Well, an action shot of sorts. She’s wearing a tank top and her pants as she slides down the fireman’s pole. The way her arms flex as she holds on makes your mouth water. The tank top is low cut.
“That one was fun to take. I definitely almost fell a few times,” Natasha says with a laugh.
“I can only imagine.”
Next comes July. You did not expect to see Natasha wearing a red bikini with her helmet on and holding a fire hose, but god you’re so happy to see it. Especially since it’s the same bikini she wore last summer when the two of you spent the day by the pool soaking up the sun and each others touches.
“This next one is going to blow your mind,” Natasha smirks.
“Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure my mind got blown with January’s photo,” you joke.
“Just turn and see.”
You’re not disappointed as you turn the page and see Natasha standing there fully clothed with a black cat in her arms. It’s a cat that you know roams around the firehouse. Nat claims she doesn’t love her, but she does.
“You’re so cute!” You tell her.
“I thought you’d appreciate a breather. Also, you love that damn cat,” Natasha explains.
“You love her too. Little Liho.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Nat kisses your cheek.
“Come on September,” you say as you turn the page.
You see Nat’s back muscles flex as she stands with an axe draped over her shoulders. Her hands hold it up, so her arms are flexed too. You’ve seen her back muscles before, but never so flexed like this.
“We need to move some furniture topless or something because wow,” you say.
Natasha laughs at how you are so clearly in deep for her.
October makes you laugh as you see Nat in a sexy firefighter costume that she definitely got from a Halloween store.
“You’ve been planning this a long time, huh?”
“Very long. Also, look how impractical that uniform is. I’d immediately get burnt if I wore that on a call.”
You chuckle at her cute ramble.
For November, Nat is standing at the oven with an apron on. Her T-shirt sleeves are again rolled up so you can see her muscles. You can tell from the angle that she’s only wearing panties on her lower half.
“And for the grand finale,” Natasha says as she turns to the final page.
This time Nat is completely nude but she covers herself. Her lower half is blocked by a helmet while a hose drapes across her breasts, blocking them from your view.
“Damn, I wanted to see all of you,” you say.
“Well,” Natasha smirks. She takes the calendar from your hands and sets it on the coffee table. She pulls you into her lap. “I think we can make that happen.”
Natasha kisses you fiercely as her tongue enters your mouth quickly.
“Hmm, wait babe,” you stop her.
“You want me to put on my uniform, don’t you?” She reads your mind.
“Please?”
“Anything for you, my love,” Nat says. She leaves you with one more kiss before she disappears into the bedroom.
You take the calendar and follow after her. Best gift ever.
Natasha has really never been one to celebrate her birthday. Most years she just lets the day pass without any acknowledgment of it at all.
You’ve been dating her for almost a year now and you are beyond curious as to when her birthday is. Once December hit, you took initiative and asked Maria Hill when Natasha’s birthday is.
She told you December 3rd, which meant you had three days to get ready. You knew since she hasn’t mentioned it that she wouldn’t want anything major to happen, but you felt you had to do something.
December 3rd arrives. As per usual, Natasha wakes up before you and runs. She showers and sneaks back into bed as you’re waking up.
“Good morning,” she says from her seat up against the headboard.
“Hi,” you say softly. You’re not fully awake yet. She smiles.
Natasha reaches down and places a hand on your cheek. You scoot closer and lay your head on her lap.
“What do you want to do today?” You ask Nat.
“Well it’s Sunday, so the usual,” Nat says. “Maybe watch a Christmas movie.”
“Hm,” you think aloud. “We can do that this morning. But what if we go out for dinner?”
“Why?” Natasha asks. You give her a look and she knows you know. “Oh.”
You sit up. Natasha looks down at her lap.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” You ask her softly.
Nat shrugs. She doesn’t typically go silent like this unless it’s about her past.
“It’s okay,” you say. You keep your voice gentle. “We don’t have to talk about it. But can I at least celebrate you?”
“Why do you want to?” Nat asks.
“Because I love you and you deserve to be celebrated. Today and every day, baby,” you tell her. “You made my birthday special. I want to make yours the same.”
Natasha doesn’t reply. You get up and grab her present from the dresser, thinking maybe this will show her how much you care.
You hand her the small box. She unwraps it and opens the velvet box to reveal a necklace with your initial on it.
A single tear drop falls from Natasha’s eyes just before she pulls you into a hug. She cries into your chest for a few minutes.
“Thank you, y/n,” Natasha says.
“You’re welcome, baby. Happy birthday,” you say, kissing her cheeks softly. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Natasha says. “Will you put this on me?”
“Of course.”
You move her hair and place the necklace around her neck. You press a soft kiss on her neck as you clasp it.
Natasha holds her hand over the chain to press it against her heart.
“Let’s go to dinner,” Natasha says. “But nothing insanely different. I just want to spend time with you.”
“That sounds perfect, birthday girl,” you say. She cracks a smile at the nickname.
“Are you going to call me that all day?” She asks.
“I might,” you say in a sweet voice. “Birthday girl.”
Natasha chuckles and pulls you in for
a hug.
You two snuggle and watch movies for the day. Later that night, you go out to a dinner at Natasha’s favorite local diner. You order her a dessert and quietly wish her a happy birthday.
By the end of the night, Natasha thinks her birthday might not be so bad after all. It’s all thanks to you.
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving), the heat that always comes with firefighter Nat
Note: Welcome to the triumphant return of firefighter Natasha! I have dearly missed writing for her. Enjoy this and check out other firefighter Nat installments here!
“So..” you begin, glancing over at your girlfriend to see if she is listening.
“Are you about to ask me to do something I don’t want to do?” Natasha asks.
“I’m actually not sure,” you reply.
Natasha sits upright on the couch and pauses the show you were watching together. You’ve been dating for almost a year now. It's been pure bliss with the woman you love.
“What’s up, sweetheart?” She asks softly. Any annoyed, even fake annoyed, tone from earlier is gone.
She takes your face in her hand softly. You hold her wrist, careful to avoid the small burn she got on her wrist from work.
“Well, Halloween is coming up,” you say. She nods along. “And I was thinking about what to dress up as.”
“Okay.”
“And I thought, well, maybe I’d wear something for you.”
Her brow raises. “For me?”
“Well, yeah. I assumed we would be staying in anyways, so I might as well wear something you’ll enjoy.”
“We don’t have to stay in,” Nat says. “I think Danvers is having a party that we could go to.”
“Yeah? That might be fun,” you say. Nat smiles.
“What is it that you wanted to ask me that you’re so nervous about?” She circles back to the topic at hand. But her phone rings and she is called into work. “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll call you later?”
“Sure,” you say.
You let her kiss you deeply before she grabs her stuff and leaves in a flash. After a couple of hours, you decide to take her dinner at the firehouse. When you arrive, Peter is manning the front desk.
“Y/n! Good to see you!” He says. “Nat isn’t back yet, but a few of the others are around.”
“Thanks, Pete. How are things?”
“Pretty good. Me and MJ are doing well,” he says, not able to hold back a grin.
“I love that for you,” you say sincerely. You see Carol walking down the hall and excuse yourself to talk to her. “I’ll say bye before I leave.”
“You better!” Peter calls after you.
Carol hears the end of yours and Peter’s exchange and turns around to meet you.
“Hey y/n,” she says. Her coolness oozes off her easily. You wonder if she ever gets frazzled. “Natasha isn’t back yet.”
“So I’ve heard, but I’m actually here to talk to you.”
“Oh? Come into my office then.”
You follow her to the small, but comfortable office. She leans against her desk with her arms crossed. You suddenly feel silly for what you’re about to ask her.
“What’s up?” She asks. “You look nervous.”
“I am a little,” you reply. “Because I’m about to ask you something that is probably incredibly stupid.”
“I doubt that, but try me,” Carol says.
“Halloween is next week,” you begin. “And I was thinking about what to dress up as for Natasha.”
Carol's eyes narrow. She is wondering where you’re going with this.
“I thought, maybe, that I could be a firefighter for her,” you spill the words out quickly.
“A firefighter,” Carol repeats. You fear she will make fun of the idea, but she smirks. “Nat would be into that. Especially if you wore her gear.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, why are you so nervous about that?” Carol asks. She moves to sit in her desk chair.
“Well, I don’t know. I really love her, and I don’t want that to change.”
“Oh, y/n, Natasha is hopelessly in love with you. You could wear a potato sack and she’d be on her knees for you,” Carol jokes, but you know it’s true. “So, you want me to get you some gear?”
“If you could. I was going to ask her, but-”
“No, you should surprise her with this. Are you coming to my party?”
“I think so.”
“Good. Let’s get you that gear before Nat gets back.”
Before you know it, it’s Halloween night. Natasha has been working all day, so she tells you she will meet you at Carol’s place. You put on her gear, including a jacket with Romanoff written on the back. You really hope she will like your costume.
You're taking a last look at yourself in your car when Natasha knocks on your window.
“Shit, you scared me!” You say as you open the door.
“What are you wearing?” Natasha asks as you get out of the car.
You smile shyly as she takes you in. “I figured I’d be my favorite hero.”
“Wow,” Nat replies. “This is...”
“Silly?”
“Amazing.”
“Really?”
“Fuck yes,” Natasha says. You can’t help but laugh.
She moves closer to you and pins you against the door of your car.
“The only thing better than seeing you in this will be taking it all off of you later,” Natasha says. She kisses you hard until you can hardly breathe, letting her hands roam all over your body. “Let’s go inside.”
You turn to lock your door and Nat realizes it’s not only gear but it’s her gear.
“Y/n Romanoff, it does have a good ring to it,” Natasha says.
You blush and take Nat’s hand. Walking into the party, you definitely turn some heads. Valkryie’s jaw is practically on the ground at the sight of you and Steve gives you a shy thumbs up.
“I’ll get us a drink,” Natasha says. She moves toward the kitchen and you find Carol in the living room.
“Well, you pull off the gear well,” Carol says. She pulls you into a hug. She is definitely more affectionate with some alcohol in her.
“Thank you for your help with it.”
“Anytime,” she replies.
Just then a tall, gorgeous woman walks up to her. She wraps an arm around Carol’s waist and you see the blush spreading across her cheeks. So that’s proof Carol gets flustered.
“Hey, I'm Maria,” the woman introduces herself to you.
“Y/n,” you reply.
“And I’m Natasha,” your favorite person shows back up beside you. “You must be Carol’s girlfriend.”
“What do you think, Danvers? Am I your girlfriend?” Maria asks. Carol grins.
“Definitely,” Carol says practically with cartoon hearts floating around her head.
You and Nat smile at the sight before being pulled away by more friends. After a few hours and a few drinks, Natasha pulls you aside from the group to the guest bedroom.
“Should we be in here?” You ask.
“Do you think Carol isn’t in her bedroom with Maria? It’s fine, y/n.”
You nod and let Nat pull you further into the room to sit on the bed together. You'd go anywhere with her.
“This really was a wonderful surprise,” she says. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Natasha,” you reply. “I wasn’t sure I could pull this off.”
“You definitely pull it off, baby.” She stands and you spread your legs for her to stand between them. “And I want all of this off.”
Her hands move slowly across the material of the jacket to slip it off your shoulders. She leaves the suspenders on as she lifts the classic tank top she always wears over your head.
“Beautiful,” she mumbles as she sees your bare chest with only the suspenders covering inches of your skin. She leans down and kisses you hungrily.
“Natasha, I need you.”
“I know, baby,” she whispers against your lips.
She takes her time kissing down your chest and letting her lips land just above the waistline of your pants. Her pants, actually. Your hips move involuntarily as she undoes the pants and pulls them down your legs along with your underwear.
“All for me, hmm.”
“All for you, Natasha.”
Natasha smirks deviously before licking a long stripe against your folds. You shake under her touch. Her hands grip the backs of your thighs tightly as she continues to lick against you. She finds your clit with natural practice and you’re a goner.
It doesn’t take long at all for you to fall apart under her tongue. She knows you and your body so well.
“God, Natasha,” you mumble as you come hard for her.
“So perfect for me,” she says.
You pull at her shoulders and she gets the message to stand up. Sinking to the floor, you unzip her pants and pull them down her legs. Nat moves closer and positions herself right on your mouth.
“Fuck, y/n, I want to ride your face,” Natasha says.
“Please,” you whimper.
Your bodies collide and you lick and suck at her as she moves her hips rapidly. She pulls at the back of your hair. The room is filled with moans of pleasure from both of you.
“I’m close,” Natasha says.
“Come for me, Natasha,” you say against her.
That’s all it takes for her to fall apart. You bring her down from her high and she sits on the floor with you.
“You should dress up like this more often,” Nat jokes.
Natasha and the team find themselves at a high school volleyball game where her wife is the coach.
Note: I was thinking about that scene in Black Widow where Yelena says Nat is a science teacher in her story. So, I made reader a teacher and coach. It’s just a little random something.
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“It’s kind of weird being here, right?” Tony asks Steve who is sitting next to him and Sam on the bleachers.
“Well Nat’s wife is the coach. And this is the semi-final of the state tournament, so Nat asked if we might want to come and support, so here we are,” Steve replies. Although, he also did find it a little odd being at a high school volleyball game.
Wanda, Yelena, and Clint arrive with the concessions they had went to get. It’s comical seeing all of the Avengers in casual clothes and ball caps to try and keep a cover.
“Where is Nat anyway?” Sam asks, and the redhead soon comes into sight. She’s sporting a hoodie and ball cap with the team’s logo on it and blue jeans. She sits between Wanda and Yelena and grabs the popcorn they offer her.
“Ready for the game?” Wanda asks Nat, she can sense a bit of nervous energy radiating off of her.
“Yeah. Y/n is really anxious about it,” Natasha says as she fiddles with her wedding ring. “They have to win or they’re done. It’s the furthest the team has ever made it,” she says the last part with pride, smiling at how proud she is of you.
“They’ll win, Nat. I believe in them,” Steve, ever the optimist, says.
The game goes by quickly and everyone enjoyed it way more than they thought they would. They even yelled at the refs and cheered on the team the entire time. There were ups and downs, even going into the last set tied, but the team pulled out the win. You walk up to the Nat and the others after the game. She wraps you into a giant bear hug.
“Congratulations, baby! I’m so proud of you,” She says she lifts you up and spins you around. You smile into her shoulder before she puts you down, keeping an arm around your waist.
“Thanks, Nat! And thanks to all of you for coming. It means a lot,” you say to your new friends.
“Dude you were like scary out there,” Sam says and you laugh. “I didn’t expect you to be so vocal. I expected to be able to tell you are a teacher.”
“Yeah that’s my coach mode. Very different than usual me,” you reply. “I’m a bit competitive.”
“Makes sense now why you fit so well with Nat,” Wanda says and you kiss Nat’s cheek quickly. Not being able to resist.
“Celebration at the tower?” Tony asks and you look at him shocked. You turn to Natasha and she just shrugs. “I mean if you want. Invite the team and the other coaches.”
“Could be fun,” Yelena says.
“Let’s do it,” you say and run off to gather your team.
After you met the Avengers, your relationship with Natasha became more of a public thing. The media hadn’t been too invasive about it, only speculating when Nat was first pictured with her ring on, but everyone in your daily life’s now knows and it feels like fresh air has been breathed into your relationship. You’re happier than ever.
Later that night, after the party is over, you settle down into bed with Natasha.
“It really means everything to me that you came to the game today, baby,” you say as you snuggle up in her arms.
“Of course. I’ll always support you, my love,” She says with a kiss to your head. “Plus, I find you in coach mode to be very amusing… and attractive,” she adds with a smirk.
“Attractive, huh?” You ask turning in her arms to lean on your elbow next to her. Her eyes are meet yours and passion radiates between you.
“Yep, you’re my favorite coach. Come here, detka,” Natasha says with an alluring voice and you melt into her touch all night long.
Kate gets a sponsorship for her archery and you get caught up looking at the photos
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, strap riding, oral, etc.
Note: This is based on Hailee’s new photoshoot. I just think she’s so neat. Enjoy!
Kate Bishop Masterlist, Main Masterlist
Kate Bishop: The University’s Greatest Archer Gets Sponsored
You’re scrolling through Twitter when you see the tweet from the archery team Kate is a part of. You blink twice to make sure you read that correctly.
Clicking on the link, you read about how Kate got a sponsorship from a water company and you keep scrolling to see photos. But before you can really look at the first one, Kate comes waltzing into the apartment.
“Katherine Bishop, what is this?” You ask her, showing her your phone.
“Oh,” Kate shrugs.
“Kate,” you say, and a smile breaks through her face.
“I got a sponsorship!” She cheers and you give her a giant hug.
“I’m so proud of you, baby!”
“Thank you!” Kate replies. “I didn’t know they were announcing it today.”
You hand her your phone so she can read the article. Sitting on the couch together, she grins to herself at every word.
“Oh yes, the photos,” she says.
“I didn’t get a chance to see those,” you reply, taking your phone back.
The first one is pretty tame. She is in nice clothes as she stands with her archery gear. But things get heated up pretty quickly. The next image is Kate wearing leggings and a sports bra as she does pushups.
“Oh wow, look at my arms,” Kate says.
“I can assure you that I am looking,” you say. It goes over Kate’s head she scrolls to the next photo.
She is doing some light yoga in once again very little clothes. Your eyes are drawn to her arms once again and to her neck. She moves on to the video of her sliding into an ice bath and you have to press your legs together to relieve some pressure.
Kate finally starts to notice that you’re flushed, and she grins knowing that the last photo will definitely get to you.
And your eyes go wide as you lay eyes on the photo. You’re not sure where to look. Her face looks perfect as always. One of her hands is resting next to her and you imagine all of the things she can do with that. Her abs are so defined that you lose any train of thought you had.
“Do you like them?” Kate asks.
“Hm?” You ask, completely distracted by how she’s holding that water bottle. Kate chuckles and kisses your cheek.
“You know, I do have some behind the scenes pictures from that day,” Kate says. “If you might want to see.”
“Yes please,” you say.
Kate grabs her phone out of her pocket and goes to her camera roll. She takes a second before showing you a mirror selfie.
Her hand is holding something in her pants that is definitely not a water bottle.
“Kate, were you-”
“Yeah, baby. I hid my cock pretty well in those photos, didn’t I?”
“Fuck,” you mumble.
Kate doesn’t even have time to show you another photo before you crash your lips into hers. She drops her phone and pulls you onto her lap. Her tongue wastes no time entering your mouth and you are putty in her hands.
You move your hips to feel the hardness in her shorts. You gasp against her lips, and she takes the opportunity to slip her hands under your shirt. She takes it off with ease and moves her efforts to your pants.
“Stand up, baby,” Kate says, practically pushing you up.
She pulls down your pants and underwear before pulling her own shorts down just enough for her strap to come out.
“Be a good girl and ride me,” Kate says as she pulls you down onto her lap on the couch.
“Anything for you,” you say.
You kiss her and her hands play with your breasts as her strap brushes up against you. It’s enough to get you ready for her to slide in with ease.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Kate says, pushing her strap further into you.
“I can take it, Kate. Give it all to me,” you say.
“Yeah? You’re going to be my good girl?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Kate moves her hips faster as you meet her with yours. She can tell when you’re getting close.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” She asks.
“Please, yes.”
“You look so pretty like this. Taking my cock like the good girl you are,” Kate says.
Her words tip you over the edge and you come hard against her. Kate grins and kisses you until your head is spinning. You rest your head on her shoulder for a minute before you slide off her strap.
Kate moves to help you off her lap, but you stop her.
“No, no, I want to take care of you,” you tell her.
“Oh? Go right ahead.”
You take her shirt off to finally reveal her perfect abs. There’s no stopping yourself from kissing from her hips up her abs and to her breasts.
Her head leans back as you take her nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it in the way that you know makes her crazy. Her own hand reaches down to try and relieve some pressure, but you stop her.
“Let me,” you say.
“Good girl,” Kate says as you take her strap off of her hips and lick through her glistening folds.
Her hand comes to push your head further between her thighs. It’s your favorite place to be.
“Fuck, y/n. I need to come,” Kate says.
“Yeah?” you ask. Your voice vibrates off her and she moans. “Come for me, Kate. Show me that you’re mine.”
Kate comes hard against your tongue, and you work her through her high. You stand back up and she pulls you onto her lap again.
“Fuck, I love you,” Kate says once she can catch her breath.
“I love you too, Kate. And I really am so proud of you,” you tell her.
She kisses you softly this time.
“I think I need to get more sponsorships so we can do this more often,” she says.
