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!
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist
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!
WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist
“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.
Masterlist
“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.
Summary: A filthy idea from yours truly: Nat saying she doesn't want any more kids but when she sees beefy!R coming out of the pool with dripping wet muscles she immediately changes her mind. 😍
*Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.
AN: I changed it to the beach but the same concept applies lol. 99% filth with 1% story…
“This looks like a good spot!” you declare, dumping all the beach gear in your arms onto the sand. Your two children squeal and take off running when they spot Steve and Thor setting up a volleyball net, with Yelena bossing them around and Kate hovering by her anxiously.
“Do not go in the water until you get your floaties on!” Natasha yells after them. “Did you two hear me?”
“Sestra, they will be fine with us,” Yelena responds, waving away your wife’s concerns. Stella, your four-year-old, squeals as Thor wraps her up in his gigantic arms and throws her nearly six feet into the air.
“Thor! Don’t throw her so high!” Natasha says at the same time Stella begs, “Higher, Uncle Thor!”
“Me next, me next!” Baxter chants, batting at Thor’s knee in case he isn’t heard.
“Relax, honey, they’re having a fun time,” you say, brushing your hand against Natasha’s lower back.
“Did you put sunscreen on them?” She turns on you, worry creasing her forehead. Natasha had always been the overprotective parent, and while you hated when she stressed herself sick with exaggerated scenarios, you loved to see how much she cared about your children.
“I did,” you answer, your hand sliding around her waist to pull her against you comfortingly. “I haven’t put any on myself yet, though,” you add to distract her.
“Maybe I can help you with that,” she volunteers.
“Perfect.” You shrug off your shirt and dig into Natasha’s oversized handbag for the sunscreen, passing the bottle to your wife. She makes you sit down so she can reach you easier and she squirts a glob of lotion onto her hand, rubbing it across your massive shoulders and dutifully covering every inch of your broad back.
You turn to face her and offer her your arms, and she swats away your attempts to help.
“Let me,” she insists, rubbing sunscreen onto your bicep and around to your tricep. You subtly flex your arm muscles until the veins stand out, smiling when you see the grin stretch Natasha’s face. You are well aware how much your wife loves how strong you are and you never pass up an opportunity to show off.
After your arms are sufficiently covered, she does your chest and stomach. Arousal flames in your groin when her hand runs down your abs, her fingers slipping past the band of your swim shorts and just barely brushing the base of your cock.
“Oops, maybe you don’t need sunscreen there,” she apologizes, although not looking apologetic at all. Natasha was such a tease with you, in public and in private, but it made you so happy to know she still wanted you after all the years you two spent together.
You take the sunscreen with her once she’s finished to return the favor. Natasha sheds her lacey cover-up and you pause to stare at her. Even after having two children, she is still so gorgeous she practically makes your mouth water. Her curves have gotten a bit fuller (and so have her breasts), but now that the kids are less dependent on her, she’s had more time to spend on herself and goes to the gym almost as frequently as you. Her determination and beauty will forever impress you.
“Ahem.” Natasha clears her throat.
“Yes.” You squirt sunscreen into your hand and start with the back of her neck, massaging the lotion into her shoulders and down her back. Natasha ruts her butt back until it brushes against the front of your shorts.
“Baby,” you groan, not wanting to get riled up within minutes of arriving at the beach.
“What?” she asks dumbly, giving you an impish grin.
Natasha lays out on a towel to tan, while you join your children on the sand. They’re a little too intimidated to join the adults in a very competitive game of volleyball–while Steve and Thor dominate in height and strength, they have half the will of Yelena and Kate, who somehow manage to ground the ball on the men’s side of the net with every rally.
You give Baxter a plastic trowel so he can fill a bucket with sand, showing him how to compact the dirt so when Stella flips it upside-down, the sand maintains its shape in the form of the bucket. They repeat the process a few times, building a little artillery of bucket-buildings, but they hardly have a few minutes to enjoy the fruits of their labor when the tide washes high and crumples their work.
Natasha opens her eyes when she hears the high-pitched screaming of her children, fearing the worst only to see you hoisting Baxter upside-down by his ankle while he cheers and screams. Stella dances around you, tugging at your shorts for a turn. Her heartbeat relaxes as she watches you play with the children. While you had always expressed your desire to be a parent, she had been more reserved, unsure if she would be a good mother or role model. But after she had Stella, her doubts were replaced with the fierce passion to protect her daughter and teach her everything she knew. And then she had Baxter, who was a little more of a handful in his infancy, and Natasha swore she was done having kids.
Stella and Baxter come bouncing over to her for some snacks and more sunscreen.
“Do you want to join us in the water, honey?” you ask Natasha, throwing a handful of Goldfish crackers into your mouth.
“Maybe in a bit,” Natasha says, feeling particularly lazy today while you and her friends keep her children entertained.
“Okay!” You remain cheerful, blowing up the floaties for Baxter and helping Stella put her life vest on. After a second application of sunscreen and waiting long enough for Natasha to deem you all ready to enter the water after eating, you pick up your kids and carry them to the water’s edge.
While Stella and Baxter are strong swimmers, you’re always a little extra nervous being with them in open water. Luckily, Steve and Thor come to join you on a pair of surfboards, having given up volleyball after a tremendous loss to the girls. Steve shows Stella how to balance on his board and pushes her towards shore. Baxter is less interested in the board and asks to be cannonballed into the water by Thor.
Knowing that your kids are safe under the watchful eyes of their uncles, you paddle back to shore to spend a moment with Natasha.
Yelena sets the volleyball to Kate, now on the other side of the net after the boys ditched them. But Kate completely ignores the ball falling on her side of the court.
“Kate Bishop!” Yelena calls out in frustration, backtracking to grab the spare volleyball outside the invisible court lines. She follows her friend’s gaze to where she’s looking out at the ocean.
Both Kate and Natasha are staring at the same thing: you, emerging from the water like a Baywatch lifeguard. Beads of water run down your chest and washboard abs. Your upper body is shaped like an inverted triangle, and when you raise your arm to brush the wet hair out of your face, your bicep bunches up like a ball under your skin.
Natasha’s eyes are glued to your perfect body like she’s never seen you before. She knows she isn’t the only one on the beach staring at you, but a feral pulse of arousal swirls in her belly because she knows she’s the only one here who gets to take you to bed.
You wade towards the shore, almost in slow-motion, as the water level lowers past your waist and then to your knees. You adjust the band of your shorts, which have fallen concerningly low on your hips, emphasizing the vein on your abs that disappears beyond your waistband. Natasha crosses her legs, squeezing her thighs together tightly as her throb of arousal beats harder. She can already picture herself dragging you back to the hotel room, laying you on the bed and riding your dick until neither of you can walk.
“Goddamn,” someone near Natasha whistles. “I wish I could have that one for dinner…”
Fighting the urge to swing on the woman, Natasha instead gets up to wait by the water for you, so every woman here can see who you belong to.
“Hi babe,” she greets, immediately putting her hands on your hips the second you step within her reach. “The kids okay?”
“Yeah, they’re with Steve and Thor. I figured I’d get a break from them while I can.”
Natasha’s hands wipe the water from your chest and then she starts fussing with the tie on your shorts.
“Everything okay, sweetie?” you ask, rubbing her arm as she leans into you, her hands circling to your butt and squeezing to bring you closer to her, until your fronts bump.
“I want to spend time with you,” she whispers, squeezing your ass harder and you know exactly what she’s referring to. “It’s my turn.”
“What about–”
“The guys can watch the kids. And my sister,” she says, standing on her toes to kiss you before taking your hand and dragging you away from the water’s edge. “Hey, Lena!” she calls out, “Can you help watch the kids for a bit? We’ll be right back.”
“Uh, where are you…” Yelena stops talking when she notices the way her sister is looking at you. She turns back to the volleyball net, where Kate is also still looking at you with her mouth hanging open. Yelena spikes the ball into her face.
The two of you barely make it back to your hotel room, only stopping at an outdoor shower to rinse off the smell of ocean water and sand off your body (privately, you’re surprised Natasha doesn’t try and take you right in the shower stall). She practically humps you in the elevator and you have no problem returning her enthusiasm, lighting groping her under the privacy of her cover-up. Your love for your wife is indescribable: she makes you so happy and feel so loved, and she is the best mother to your children that you could ever ask for.
You cup Natasha’s face and kiss her hard, trying to convey your passion and love for her. She presses her body against yours, her nipples straining through the fabric of her bikini top and poking your bare chest.
“I got so horny watching you on the beach,” Natasha pants, clawing at the waistband of your shorts. “And then the things I heard people saying about you…” You raise your eyebrows, not following for a moment. “They wanted you,” she says simply. “And then it made me even hornier to think I’m the only one who gets to make you cum.” She pulls down your wet shorts and tosses them somewhere on the floor.
Your hard cock slaps against your abs and you grab it by the base, squeezing lightly to remind yourself not to finish too early. Natasha removes her cover-up again and plumps up her chest to emphasize her cleavage. You wonder if she’ll let you fuck her tits, but she seems to have other ideas as she sinks to her knees and leans forward and plants a kiss to the skin above your straining cock.
“Baby,” you moan, jerking your hips forward as she grabs onto your cock, stroking it until it throbs steadily in her hand. You watch, practically panting, as she wraps her lips around the tip and sucks until she’s rewarded with a dribble of your pre-cum. Natasha hums at your taste, anchoring her hands on the tree trunks of your thighs to steady herself. Wetness gathers between her own thighs as she bobs her head, taking your length down her throat with ease. She loves to make you feel good and even though you’re seemingly in the dominant position, she has total control over you.
You place one hand behind Natasha’s head, tangling your fingers in her hair as you thrust into her throat harder and harder. The tip of your cock rubs past the ridged roof of her mouth before pushing into the wet tightness of her throat and another moan rumbles in your chest.
“You gonna let me finish in that pretty mouth of yours?” you grunt, humping forward until Natasha’s lips practically make contact with your hips. She mumbles an answer you can’t hear, but she doesn’t release you either. It takes a monumental effort to slow the movement of your hips, but you won’t finish without her consent. Natasha looks up at you and winks, her tongue brushing over the pounding vein of your cock and you buck your hips and unleash your load instantly.
Clutching onto her head for life, you feel the hot bursts of your seed go directly down her throat as your wife swallows obediently. Natasha milks you for every drop you have to offer before she finally lets you pull out, your legs still trembling as you step back to collapse on the bed.
“Fuck, that felt so good,” you murmur as she climbs on top of you and kisses you. “Can I return the favor, babe?”
“Hmm,” Natasha says, as if she’ll seriously ever turn down the opportunity for you to eat her out. She rocks against your muscular body, trailing her fingers over the ridges of your obliques. “Yes, you may,” she finally says, removing her bikini and moving up to straddle your face backwards. You greedily reach for her naked body, digging your fingers into the plushness of her thighs as she lowers her dripping center over your mouth. The scent of her arousal smothers you and you eagerly lap at her slit, sliding your tongue through her wetness until you find her clit, swiping it over it until you hear her moan so loud you fear your neighbors will hear.
“Right there, Y/N, right there,” she begs, falling forward with her hands on your chest. Your arms flex around her thighs to pull her closer, stretching your tongue into her as deep as you can. Her legs tremble around your head and you feel her hands run down your chest, scratching over your abs as she leans forward to trace the pelvic creases leading to your dick.
Her back arches towards you and you wish you had a better angle to see how her body bows to your touch. You could spend hours under her like this, pleasuring her with every part of your body and still feel like you never gave her enough. Natasha grinds down harder on your face and her nails dig into your hips as she finds her balance. Your tongue pistons into her and you nibble lightly on her pulsing clit.
“Fuck, Y/N!” she gasps, wetness flooding into your mouth. You’re so distracted trying to lap up every drop you don’t notice her hand close around your dick, pumping it to hardness again.
“Oh God,” you mumble, pulling away from her slick center to catch your breath. But before you can dive back in for a second round, Natasha lifts herself off and swivels around so she can sit on your thighs.
“I think I want you to put another baby in me,” she says, still stroking you and your cock leaks a dribble of pre-cum.
“Are you sure? I thought you said you didn’t…” Your voice trails off when Natasha positions you at her entrance, pushing you in until only your tip is smothered by her heat.
“Just one more,” she pants, feeling like she’s going to melt with the lust she has for you. Your perfectly muscular body under her, your cock hard and throbbing, ready to please and fill her. “And then you get can get snipped.”
You laugh and grab onto her hips, rocking more of yourself into her. To be fair, the two of you had already had the long discussions about adding another member to your family. Natasha had given you an adamant no, which you had respected, even going so far as to scheduling a vasectomy, but she stopped you before you could go, saying she was unsure after all. You were content with Stella and Baxter as it was, but if she was ready to have another, you were not going to deny her that.
“I think we can make that happen,” you hum, looking down to where your cock just barely spreads her apart, waiting for her to properly sheath you in her heat.
“Yes, I think we can,” she agrees, shifting her legs wider so she can accept your thick shaft. She is so wet for you that you slide in with almost no resistance, her velvet walls hugging and squeezing you. No matter how many times the two of you fucked, you would never tire of her body on yours, how she felt around you, how she brought you to the most mind-blowing orgasms of your life.
You grunt and arch your back off the mattress, determined to fill her with every inch you have. Natasha lays on your chest, kissing your face and neck as she swivels her hips in tight circles. There are no more thoughts of future children in your head as you focus only on the pounding between your legs, snapping your hips up to meet her thighs. Your hands run down her back, your fingers curling into the dimples of her lower back before settling around her perfectly toned butt.
“Nat, Nat, Nat,” you chant mindlessly, your abs flexing and heaving as you try not to buck her off completely.
“Hmm, I thought you would last a little longer,” your wife teases, squeezing herself around your cock particularly tight and you lock your knees to pause your thrusts, but she rocks her hips faster and you lose your breath. “I bet you can’t wait to fill me up with your hot cum and get me pregnant, huh?”
“If that’s what you want,” you reiterate in a strangled voice, now using every muscle you possess to flatten yourself on the bed. But Natasha knows your body better than you do, and if she wants to finish soon, she knows exactly what to do to get it. She leans back, pushing her heaving chest forward and inviting you to grab onto her breasts–which you do so a little roughly but very enthusiastically. Then she grinds down on you to ensure she’s filled with your entire length and takes one of your hands, guiding it down to her stomach so you can feel the bulge of your cock through her.
“Fuck me, baby,” she says with a wink, and your control snaps. You push your hips up hard, watching with laser focus as the faint bulge in her stomach moves with everyone one of your thrusts. The stimulation of her pussy gripping your cock and the added visual of you inside her is too much and you finish without warning this time, pumping hot ropes of cum deep into her womb.
“Oh, fuck, Nat,” you moan, going light-headed as you empty yourself, finally collapsing onto the bed, panting and sweating. She lays on top of you, stroking your chest and occasionally rolling her hips, which causes you to jolt with the overstimulation. “I love you so much, honey.” You wrap your arms around her back and press her close. “And I can’t wait to see you carry our third child.”
“Me too,” she hums in agreement, craning her neck to whisper in your ear. “I hope you’re ready for another round soon. Because we’re not leaving this room until I’m sure you’ve gotten me pregnant.”
And that was how Steve, Thor, and Yelena were stuck watching the children until well after dinnertime, and it wasn’t until they sent Kate to look for you two, who ran back to the group utterly traumatized and a little turned on, and said the kids would need to sleepover with them for the night.
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader The Loud House - 5 years later
Five years later, the Romanoff house is louder than ever. Six kids, two tired moms, and not enough coffee. Natasha’s retired. R’s stretched thin. The sparks are flickering, the teens are testing limits, and nobody said forever would be this complicated.
But love built this family. And maybe love is what will hold it together.
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Chapter Summary: just normal family crises
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“So, you can’t be angry.” Cara raised her hands in an unassuming way. She made sure the bedroom door was locked before she began to pace. “Technically, I’m an adult. I’m twenty years old, and it’s natural for… like… feelings to develop, right?”
“Cara?” you asked carefully. You shared a glance with Natasha, who seemed just as confused.
Cara nodded quickly, words tumbling out faster than her breath. “I’ve been seeing someone. A guy. For a while now. And I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think it was serious at first, but then—” She stopped, pressing her hands into her sweatshirt. “It got serious.”
You shifted on the edge of the bed. “Okay. That’s… normal. You’re twenty. You don’t have to hide that from us.”
Natasha leaned forward, voice measured. “What about Ezra?”
“We’re kind of on a break,” Cara said, with a shrug that didn’t quite mask her nerves. “With me at UPenn and him at Duke, it’s weird. Anyway, I met this guy.” That's where she reeled you in.
“He’s… he’s nice. Older, but not like crazy older. Just… older. He treats me well. I swear he does.” Natasha’s eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening as she crossed her arms. You could almost hear the unspoken list of questions piling up in her head. But then Cara’s shoulders sank, her pacing slowing to a stop. The bravado cracked, and her voice came out smaller.
“That’s not the part I was scared to tell you.” She lifted her chin, but her eyes shone with something between fear and shame. “I thought I was pregnant.” The words dropped like glass on tile. She sat on the edge of the bed, eyes flicking between the two of you. “I mean, I don’t know for sure, I haven’t even taken a test yet. But I'm late. And for days I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I just… I panicked. But this guy, we are kind of on and off. Like we broke up for a while and it was break-up sex so...”
You didn’t know which part of this conversation to be appalled at first: the fact that your daughter was in a relationship with an older guy, the fact that she thought she might be pregnant, or the fact that she thought breakup sex was a good idea.
Natasha’s inhale was sharp, almost audible, the kind of sound she only made when she was holding back. Her arms folded tighter across her chest, knuckles white. “Breakup sex?” she echoed flatly.
Cara groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Oh my god, please don’t repeat it back to me. I already know how stupid it sounds.”
“Stupid is one word,” Natasha nodded. "But you can't change the past."
You reached over and rested a hand on her leg. Not to calm her down, exactly, but just to let her know you were there.
Cara looked up, brief panic flashing through her eyes. It wasn't the first time you'd seen her scared like that, but it had been a while.
"What we are hearing right now," You looked to Natasha for confirmation. She tilted her chin in agreement. "Is that you came home because you are scared. You need help. You want us to help you. Right?"
"Yes," Cara breathed. "I thought you were going to look at me like I ruined everything. I didn't want to keep it from you guys. I would have gone to my friends, it's just they're not always the most mature, and I know you guys would know what to do."
“Well, we aren’t exactly in the business of keeping tests around,” you said with a small smirk.
Natasha raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Not really a need,” she added dryly.
Cara made a face and groaned again, this time dramatically. “Oh my god. You’re both lesbians. I get it.”
You and Natasha exchanged a look, half-amused, half-exasperated.
“But I can run to the store,” Natasha offered, her voice softening. “We’ll figure it out from there.”
“I don’t even know if I need one,” Cara mumbled. “I mean, I’m probably fine. I just… I don’t know. I freaked out.”
“That’s fair,” Natasha said, her voice more gentle now. “But if there’s even a chance, it’s better to know.”
There was a pause. Natasha’s eyes sharpened slightly. “What’s his name?”
Cara bristled, just a little. “Why does that matter?”
“Because we’re your parents,” you replied calmly. “And if someone’s in your life, especially in this context, we want to know who they are. That’s not unreasonable.”
“His name’s Shawn,” Cara muttered. “And before you ask, yes, I’m being safe. Well, most of the time. No, he’s not a creep. And yes, he’s from Philly.”
Natasha’s expression didn’t shift.
“He’s twenty-four,” Cara added reluctantly, arms crossing over her chest. “So he’s not like some sketchy thirty-year-old or whatever you’re imagining.”
You watched her, taking in the way she was gearing up to defend him, this guy you hadn’t even met. But underneath all that, you could see the worry still clinging to her edges.
“We just want you to be okay,” you said.
She relaxed a little, but didn't unfold her arms.
Natasha looked at the two of you, then exhaled and stood. Her shoulders had loosened, and she offered Cara a faint smile.
"Come on. We should get going. I'm guessing you'll want to do this as soon as possible."
Cara's eyes widened. "Like now?"
"There's no better time than now." You patted her leg. "Time to grow up."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cara grumbled. "I know."
********
The car ride was mostly quiet.
Cara picked at a hole in her pants, eyes trained on the passing traffic. The tension hadn’t completely faded, but there was an understanding now. Whatever happened, the three of you would handle it together. Natasha’s hand rested steady on the steering wheel, her eyes locked on the road, but Cara could see the thoughts stirring just beneath.
“You can say it, you know?” Cara said softly.
Natasha flicked her eyes toward her, then back to the road. “Say what?”
“That you’re disappointed in me.”
Natasha exhaled, long and slow, as she turned into the pharmacy parking lot. “We’re not disappointed,” she said as the engine idled. “I don’t even think we’ve had time to process it yet.”
Cara stared ahead. “You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I’d be mad too if I were you.”
“I’m not mad,” Natasha replied. Her voice was low, a little rough around the edges. “I’m… surprised. And maybe a little scared for you. That’s not the same as mad.”
Cara’s fingers tightened in her lap. “I didn’t think I’d ever be the kind of person who would end up in this situation.”
“You’re not the kind of person,” Natasha said, turning the ignition off and finally facing her. “You’re a person. You make choices. Sometimes dumb ones. But that doesn’t make you dumb. Or reckless. Or unlovable.”
Cara blinked. “That sounded like something Mom would say.”
Natasha smirked faintly. “Yeah, well. I pick up things.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then Cara asked, barely above a whisper, “What if it’s positive?”
Natasha looked at her then, really looked at her. “Then we deal with it. We don’t leave you alone in it.”
Cara nodded, her throat visibly tight.
“Now,” Natasha added, already reaching for the door, “let’s go buy something we never thought we’d need to buy.”
Cara cracked a nervous smile. “Feels weird, doesn’t it?”
Natasha raised a brow as she opened her door. “We’re lesbians, baby. There’s literally never been a need for this in our house.”
Cara groaned. “Okay, I get it, you’re gay, can we not make it weirder?”
Natasha grinned despite herself. “Come on, drama queen.”
********
“Do we go digital or bulk pack?” Natasha bit her lip, her eyes scanning the shelves like she was selecting fine wine, not pee sticks.
“I don’t even know,” Cara mumbled, dragging her hands down her face. “I hate myself right now for even having to do this.”
“Suck it up, buttercup,” Natasha shrugged. “Which one do you want to pee on?”
“Don’t say it like that,” Cara groaned, reaching for the nearest pink box. “Just get the one that doesn’t talk.”
“Oh, so no digital voice assistant telling you congratulations or condolences?”
Cara looked like she might melt into the floor. “Mama.”
“Right, right,” Natasha chuckled, tossing a two-pack into the basket. “Nonverbal, budget-friendly trauma it is.”
******
The walk home on Wednesdays was usually Willow's favorite part of the day. Just her and Charlie, no adults, no one needing anything from her, and they usually weren't arguing with each other. Today felt different, lighter somehow, like she had something bouncing around in her chest she couldn't quite name.
"So," Charlie said, adjusting her overstuffed backpack that was covered in pins about climate change and equality. "How was practice?"
"Fine," Willow shrugged, watching the houses in their cul-de-sac get bigger and bigger. She couldn’t help but think back to the time her dad said theirs was the biggest house on the block. He wasn't lying. "Cheer has always been a fun thing for me, you know."
"That's not what I meant, and you know it."
Willow glanced sideways at her cousin. Sometimes Charlie was too perceptive for her own good. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Uh-huh," Charlie grinned. "So Marcus just happens to stay after practice to help you work on your form out of the goodness of his heart?"
"He's just being nice," Willow's face went warm. “He helps everyone.”
"Sure, he does," Charlie hopped over a crack in the sidewalk. "Does he help everyone by bringing them Gatorade and helping them walk to their locker? What's he going to help you do next? Stretch?"
"How do you know half that stuff?" Willow stopped. "Are you spying on me between the hallways?"
"7th grade can be quite boring," Charlie teased. "Also, I was waiting for you yesterday, remember? You said you'd be out at 4:30. It was almost 5."
Willow groaned. "It's not like that. We're just friends. That's it."
"Okay," Charlie sighed. They walked in comfortable silence for a moment, the sound of their footsteps mixing with the beautiful noises of nature. There were other kids on the block walking into their homes.
"Can I ask you something?" Charlie said suddenly.
"Always," Willow said.
"How do you know, like, when you like someone. Like really like them more than friends." She felt heat creep up her neck. "Not that I do. I'm just... curious."
Charlie was then quiet, which was unusual for her. When Willow looked over, she was chewing on her bottom lip, the way she did when she was thinking hard about something.
"I think it's different for everyone," Willow used some of her sixteen-year-old wisdom. "But maybe it's like when you think about them and everything gets warm and fluttery? And you want to know everything about them, or you get nervous just thinking about them."
"Would it be the same if it's a person you've been friends with for a long time?" Charlie tilted her head.
"I mean, I guess," Willow shrugged. "It might even be a better thing since you know how they'd react if you tell them."
"Also," Charlie continued, her voice getting softer. "Would it matter if they're a boy or a girl? Like, if you got the same feeling about a girl, would it be any different?"
Something in Charlie's tone made Willow slow her steps. She looked at her cousin and grinned. Charlie's cheeks were blushing, and she was fidgeting with the strap of her backpack.
"Charlie," Willow said gently. "Are we talking about you?"
"Maybe," Charlie's shoulders hunched slightly.
"Is this girl Savannah, your best friend?"
"Maybe," Charlie repeated, quieter this time. Suddenly, Charlie's recent activism on LGBTQ issues made sense.
Charlie took a shaky breath. "We've been best friends since second grade, you know? Like, inseparable. We do everything together. Environmental club, sleepovers, we even have matching friendship bracelets." She held up her wrist, showing a faded green and blue braided cord. "And lately, I just... when I'm around her, it feels different. Like when she smiles at me, my stomach does this weird flip thing. And when she hugs me goodbye, I don't want to let go."
They'd reached the corner of their street, and Willow could see their house in the distance. She gently pulled Charlie to stop walking for a moment.
"Charlie," Willow said carefully. "You know everyone kind of already knows you two have crushes on each other, right?"
Charlie's eyes went wide. "What?"
"I mean, you guys are pretty obvious. The way you look at each other, how you always find excuses to touch each other's hands, how you get all giggly and weird when the other one's around..." Willow smiled. "Even James noticed, and he's ten. Plus, you told us back then you were going to marry her."
"Oh my god." Charlie buried her face in her hands. "Savannah doesn't like me back, though. She probably thinks I'm just some weird kid who's obsessed with saving the whales."
"Charlie." Willow pulled her cousin's hands away from her face. "Trust me on this one. The way she looks at you? She likes you back."
"But what if I'm wrong? What if I mess up our friendship?" Charlie's voice was small and scared.
"What if you're right and you miss out on something amazing?" Willow countered. "Besides, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Mom and Mama are married to each other. You think they're going to have a problem with you liking girls?"
Charlie's shoulders relaxed a little. "I guess when you put it like that..."
"You're twelve, Charlie. You're allowed to figure yourself out. And whatever you figure out, we'll all love you the same." Willow bumped her shoulder. "Even if you are annoying about composting."
Charlie let out a watery laugh. "Thanks. And yeah, I guess I have been pretty intense about the composting thing."
"Just a little." Willow grinned.
"Can we... not tell anyone yet? About Savannah, I mean. I want to figure it out more first. Maybe actually talk to her about it."
"Of course." Willow squeezed her hand. "But Charlie? You know you can talk to me about this stuff, right? Anytime."
"I know." Charlie's smile was wobbly but genuine. "Same goes for you. About Marcus."
"There's nothing to talk about with Marcus."
"Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that."
They started walking again.
"So, maybe you could help me tell Mama I quit dancing," Charlie asked.
"You're just a bag full of surprises these days," Willow laughed. "Why do you want to quit dancing? You love dance."
"I do, but I kind of want to explore other styles," Charlie explained. They'd finally reached the doorstep. "I love ballet and always will, but I've been watching some other videos, and I want to try jazz or hip hop or something."
"I'll back you up," Willow said as they stepped inside. "Mama might be upset at first, because it's like her thing, but I don't think they'll mind. As long as you're happy, they're happy."
"Cool," Charlie nodded. She felt a bit better.
*******
Five minutes. The instructions on the pregnancy test said five minutes, and it turned out to be the longest time in your life. The three of you were barricaded in the bathroom, away from the outside world. The rest of the kids were spending their time cooking up their version of dinner. You and Natasha didn't even want to ask what that looked like. Right then, you were making sure your oldest baby was alright.
She sat on top of your bathroom counter, knees pulled to her chest, eyes closed. You sat on the cool tile floor, hands making little patterns on your thighs as you tried to occupy your mind. It was the first time today you'd gotten to truly sit and be quiet. Work had drained you, and you could feel the beginnings of your strength waning.
Natasha leaned against the closed door, arms crossed, watching Cara with the intensity of someone trying to solve a puzzle. The silence wasn't uncomfortable exactly, but it was heavy with all the things none of you were saying.
"How much longer?" Cara asked without opening her eyes.
You checked your phone. "Two more minutes."
"This is torture," she mumbled into her knees.
"Welcome to parenthood," Natasha said dryly. "Lots of waiting around for things that might change everything."
You shot her a look, but Cara actually cracked a small smile.
"Did you guys do this? The waiting thing, I mean. When you were trying to get us?" Cara lifted her head slightly.
"Different kind of waiting," you said softly. "But yeah. We did a lot of sitting in waiting rooms, staring at things, and waiting for phone calls that would tell us if our lives were about to change."
From somewhere in the house, you could hear Luke's voice calling for someone, followed by what sounded like pots clanging. Normal family chaos, continuing while the three of you sat suspended in this moment.
"Time," you announced quietly.
Cara's eyes flew open. For a second, none of you moved. Then Natasha pushed off from the door and reached for the test on the counter beside Cara.
She looked at it for a long moment, her expression unreadable.
"Well?" Cara's voice was barely a whisper.
"Negative," Natasha said, handing it to her.
Cara stared at the single line for what felt like forever. Then her face crumpled, and she started crying, not the panicked tears you'd expected, but something deeper. Relief mixed with something else you couldn't quite name.
"Mom!" There was a yell from the other room, and you glanced toward the door, knowing you'd promised to come back to the chaos soon. Cara wiped her tears and bit her lip, looking smaller than her twenty years.
"Is it crazy that I've only ever wanted a baby with Ezra?" Her voice cracked just slightly. Then her eyes widened, and she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth. "Not like that! I don't mean—ugh—we didn't even... not until we were both eighteen. I just—I pictured my whole life with him, you know? Since I was fifteen."
Her voice trailed off. "I know I'm the one who broke up with him. And Shawn is... Shawn is great. He's funny, he listens, he really does. But I don't know. It's not the same."
Natasha didn't respond right away. She glanced down at the pregnancy test box in her hand, then back at Cara.
"It's not crazy," you said gently, pushing yourself up from the floor. Your knees protested after sitting on the cold tile. "First love feels like forever when you're living it."
"But I'm supposed to be grown up now," Cara whispered. "I'm in college. I should be over this."
"Says who?" Natasha finally spoke, her voice softer than it had been all day. "There's no timeline for getting over someone who meant everything to you."
“Do you think this means I should break up with him?”
“I think it means you should follow wherever your heart leads you,” Natasha patted her on the back.
Another crash from the hall, followed by Luke's distinctive giggle.
"We should probably..." you gestured toward the door.
Cara nodded, sliding down from the counter. "Yeah. And Moms ?" She looked between you and Natasha. "Thank you. For not making this weird. For just... being here."
"Always," you said, meaning it completely. “We need to discuss birth control more in depth after this.”
“Yeah, a long conversation,” Natasha nodded.
“God, please, no, I know,” Cara groaned. “I’m never having sex again.”
“A parent’s dream phase,” You muttered.
As you reached for the bathroom door handle, Cara caught your arm. "Can we not tell the others? About any of this? I just... I need some time to process."
"Of course," Natasha said immediately. "But Cara? You don't have to figure everything out right now. Sometimes it's okay to just be confused for a while." Cara nodded. She was okay with that.
The moment you opened the bathroom door, the smell hit you first—burnt cheese… or was that garlic bread? Probably the one Paige had proudly claimed she knew how to make.
The kitchen was a war zone.
Paige stood on a step stool, waving a wooden spoon like a conductor. “I told him the noodles go in after the water boils,” she snapped, glaring over at James.
James, who was trying to salvage what looked like a tray of overcooked lasagna, grimaced. Charlie was fanning the smoke alarm like it owed her money, a dish towel flapping violently in her hands.
“I swear I had it under control,” Willow groaned, holding Luke under the armpits as she tried to lift him down from the counter.
Luke was cross-legged, in superhero pajamas, and a colander on his head like a helmet. “I’m Uncle Steve!” he announced.
Behind you, Cara snickered, holding up her phone to record the scene. You could already hear the click of her tongue before she whispered, “This one’s going in the group chat.”
You and Natasha jumped into action without a word. Years of co-parenting turned you into a synchronized response unit. She snatched the dish towel from Charlie’s frantic hands and fanned the alarm with practiced precision.
“Nat, oven mitt,” you said, reaching back without looking.
She tossed it to you wordlessly, the two of you moving in sync like clockwork. While she waved away the smoke, you pulled the scorched tray from James with a sigh. The pan sizzled as you set it on the counter.
“Lucas Alexander Jameson Romanoff, if you don’t get your behind off my counter, I swear I will—”
Luke jumped down before you could finish the sentence, cape fluttering behind him like a retreating soldier.
“Lasagna takes years of practice,” Natasha scolded lightly, a smile pulling at her lips.
“We read the recipe book,” Charlie said, shaking her head, clearly betrayed.
“It had pictures and everything,” James added defensively.
Paige pointed her spoon at him. “And yet, the garlic bread still tastes like vengeance.”
Cara lowered her phone and smiled. “God, I missed this.”
You leaned back against the fridge, watching the controlled chaos with an exhale that almost felt like relief.
“Anyone want takeout?” you asked.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Natasha said, already reaching for her phone.
****
"So, we're never doing that again," Charlie commented as she munched on pizza. She looked around the table, seeing that you had half the same sentiments.
"Maybe we should send you all to Nana over the summer," you suggested. "She'll have you cooking by the end of week one."
"Maybe that's what should happen. There's no discipline around here," Cara commented, tearing off a piece of crust. "They get away with things I didn't."
"Like what?" Paige challenged, cheese stretching from her slice.
"Like burning down the kitchen," Cara shot back with a grin. "When I was twelve, if I so much as left a dish in the sink, I got a lecture about responsibility."
"That's because you were the guinea pig," Natasha said, reaching for another slice. "We had no idea what we were doing with you."
"Thanks for that," Cara laughed. "Builds confidence."
Luke had been quietly arranging his pepperonis in a perfect circle, but he looked up suddenly. "Cara, are you sad?"
The table went quiet. Luke had this way of cutting through everything with a simple question that hit right at the heart of things.
"Why would you think I'm sad, buddy?" Cara asked softly.
"Your eyes are puffy. And you smell like the bathroom soap," he said matter-of-factly, then went back to his pepperoni arrangement.
James nudged him under the table. "Luke, you can't just tell people they look weird."
"I didn't say weird. I said sad." Luke looked confused. "There's a difference and don’t touch me your hands are gross."
"It's okay," Cara said quickly, catching your eye across the table. "I'm not sad, Luke. Just... tired. College is exhausting."
Willow, who had been unusually quiet, suddenly perked up. "Speaking of college, what's it really like? Like, the freedom part of it?"
"Overrated," Cara said immediately. "Trust me, having to do your own laundry and remember to eat vegetables is not as fun as it sounds."
"But you can stay up as late as you want," Paige pointed out. "And eat ice cream for breakfast."
"Technically, yes. But your body starts to hate you pretty quickly."
"What about parties?" Charlie asked, trying to sound casual. "Are they like in the movies?"
Both you and Natasha raised eyebrows at that question.
"They're loud, crowded, and someone always breaks something," Cara said diplomatically. "Plus, cleaning up Solo cups at 2 AM is not the glamorous college experience you're imagining."
"But the people, though," Willow pressed. "Do you feel like... more yourself? Like, away from family and everything?" Something in Willow's tone made you look at her more carefully. There was something she wasn't saying.
"Sometimes," Cara said thoughtfully. "But honestly? I missed you guys more than I expected. Like, way more. It's weird being away from all this chaos."
"What's a Solo cup?" James asked innocently.
"Something people drink alcohol out of," Charlie informed him with the confidence of someone who definitely shouldn't know that.
"Charlotte," Natasha warned, but there was amusement in her voice.
"What? It's true!" Charlie protested. "They're red plastic cups. I've seen them in movies."
"Movies," you repeated flatly.
"And maybe some TikToks," she admitted sheepishly.
"You're twelve," Paige pointed out. "Why are you watching college party TikToks?"
"The algorithm is very aggressive," Charlie said defensively. You would talk late about how she was watching those TikToks, considering she didn’t have a phone yet, but now wasn’t the time.
Luke looked up from his pepperoni arrangement, which was now starting to resemble a flower. "What's alcohol?"
"Something that makes adults act like you when you're overtired," Cara said quickly, shooting you a grateful look for the save.
"Oh," Luke nodded like that made perfect sense. "So it makes them cranky and want to take naps?"
"Something like that," you said, trying not to laugh.
"Can we get back to the important stuff?" Paige interrupted. "Like whether Cara has a boyfriend again. She hasn’t been on the phone with Ezra this entire time, so that must mean something."
Cara nearly choked on her pizza. "Paige!"
"What? It's a valid question. You're in college. You're pretty. You must have guys asking you out."
"Or girls," Charlie added casually, but something in her tone made you think it wasn't as casual as she was trying to make it sound.
"Charlie's right," Willow said, and you caught the meaningful look that passed between the two of them. "College is supposed to be about figuring out who you are, right?"
Something was happening with these two, some conversation they'd had that the rest of you weren't privy to. You filed that away for later.
“It can be but I think I need to sit down and be alone in college,” Cara said. “Tell me about you guys though.”
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You felt like the moment between you and your bed would never come. After half-assing your skincare routine and brushing your teeth on autopilot, you were finally in bed with your head sinking wonderfully into the pillow. Your bones ached in only the way they could after hours of work and parenting. You didn't even want to check your phone after all this. Your eyes were closing when you heard the faint creak of the floorboards just before the mattress dipped under Natasha's weight.
"You're back," you murmured, your voice scratchy with exhaustion.
Natasha settled beside you, her back against the headboard, one leg stretched long and the other bent loosely. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"No," you said. "Wasn't really sleeping."
A quiet beat passed.
"How was she?" you asked. "Cara?"
Natasha let out a breath. "Wired. Nervous. More vulnerable than I've seen her in a while." She paused. "Scared, mostly."
"She's a great kid," you said, opening your eyes to look at Natasha. "She doesn't think so."
You turned to look up at your wife, eyes soft. "You okay?"
Natasha didn't answer right away. She tilted her head back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. "I don't know. I kept thinking about how young she is. How fast all of this came at her. How easy it is to fuck up and not even realize it until it's too late."
"She came to us," you said gently. "That has to count for something."
"It does," Natasha said, quieter this time. "It really does."
"I'm proud of how we handled that," Natasha said softly.
"We make a good team," you replied, meaning it completely.
She smiled. The same warm smile that had gotten you through six kids and countless crises. For a moment, everything felt steady again. Natasha leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you," she whispered, but your breathing had already deepened into sleep. She settled back on her side of the bed, staring at the ceiling for a long time before closing her eyes.
