Love Like You || W.m.

Moon Song ➺ N. R.

Summary: It’s hard not to feel like Nat hates you – maybe it’s because you’re not good enough.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 696

Warnings: Self-doubt, swearing, angst with a happy ending :)

A/N: This fic was inspired by “Moon Song,” by Phoebe Bridgers.

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tags: sfw dark!nat/f!reader

summary: you strike back. accidentally.

note: please fictional bde gf kill the bug in my room. also take a shot every time u see the word spoon, also unedited

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Like A River

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.9K

A/N: This is part of a lovely prompt challenge I’m doing with @quietlyimplode. A bit of angst and a bit of fluff, contains some heavier themes.

There were two of you. You knew that from the start. You did not ask about her.

You were in love. You wanted to be.

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and it bears repeating how hard my heart’s beating

synopsis: you and Natasha had always had that spark between you, now it’s brighter than ever.

pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

genre: some angst, fluff.

warnings: none.

please do not repost my work anywhere for any reason at all. if you do see this happen to any of my stories, please let me know. thank you x.

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Happy Birthday! ❤️🥰

Aw thank you! :)💕

hiiii <3 i think i’m obsessed w your mediocre gf nat fics js, i’ve re read them all many times, they’re so great- anyway ily good job :)

also wondering would mediocre gf nat ever ever get soft w her gf? cause whenever she is i imagine her gf being like ‘are you feeling okay?’ lmao

hey thank u! ilyt i think im going to be making a mediocre gfs masterlist soon its getting huge

note: rome ants<3

The car is silent as Nat drives. Your hand hangs out the window, fingers wiggling in the cold air. The streetlights whizz by, appearing as streaks when you lean your head against the door and unfocus your eyes. The radio is turned low, and a man reports on a traffic jam in a different intersection, voice coming out low and fuzzy with static.

Nat makes an exit with fewer streetlights. The road is rough and winds down a hill.

Towards the ocean.

The car bumps over the gravel into a parking spot. You look over, tilting your head. Nat sits, staring out at the dark water, hands gripped on the wheel. You move your hand towards Nat’s leg, but she jolts into movement all of a sudden, unbuckling her seatbelt and near leaping out of the car. You scramble to follow.

Sand plumes behind her in her haste to the shoreline. You jog over her boot prints until you’re close enough to grab her elbow. Nat slows marginally—the only acknowledgement of your presence she spares on you.

She comes to an abrupt halt right before the sand is wet. She looks out towards the horizon. Or where you think the horizon is; it’s too dark to differentiate sky from sea.

“Nat?” You tug on her arm. Hold it close to your chest.

“I…” Nat blinks. Her lips twitch into a fragile smile, and she cranes her head to look over at you.

You hunch closer, wind whistling through your bodies. Her hair tickles your face. “What is it?”

“I missed you,” she admits slowly. Like she’s surprised herself with emotion. She does that sometimes.

You furrow your eyebrows, reaching a hand over to cup her cheek. “Me too. Next time you leave for a month, maybe don’t tell me over text.”

Nat’s smile widens, eyes trained on your face as if committing every detail of it to memory. She nods and whispers: “Okay.”

“And bring me a souvenir,” you go on, bumping your forehead into hers.

“Oh,” Nat says. “I did.”

“What did you get me?”

“Dental dams.”

The hand on her face shoves her away. You huff. “You’re so annoying.”

Nat laughs, hand catching your wrist easily, and she pulls you back into her body. Her arms circle your waist, and you give in, dumping your head onto her shoulder. Soaking in the warmth of her body. The warmth of her presence. Of her joy.

“Tell me it’s the flavoured kind, at least,” you mumble into her leather jacket.

“Only the best for you, baby,” she murmurs into the side of your head, leaving, along with it, a gentle kiss. “I… I, um, love you, you know?”

Your arms constrict around her waist, fists clenching around her jacket. Reminding her, physically, that you’re hers. “I know.”

“I wouldn’t leave you. Nothing could make me leave you willingly,” she continues in that same brittle voice. But it gets stronger as she goes, more vehement. “I don’t want to go sometimes. I just want to lie in bed with you. Or be lazy on the couch. I know- I mean, we’re not that type of couple, but I-” She sighs, breath fanning over your skin. “I just… I love you.”

You sink your hands into her hair, slipping your fingers through smooth strands of red, and you tug her head back so you can look into her eyes. See for herself your sincerity when you say: “I love you too.”

“Yeah,” Nat agrees quietly.

“But,” you say as you frown a little, “are you feeling okay?”

Nat goes to say something, but you smack her forehead with the back of your hand.

“You feel okay. What’s wrong with you?”

Now, she scowls and bats your arm away. “Fuck you.”

You grin, pushing your body weight further onto her. She grunts, looking very much inconvenienced by you. “Okay, but seriously, are you okay?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “I’m fucking normal.”

“No, I mean, did something happen during your mission?” You smooth your hands over the back of her neck, scratching lightly at her nape. “I worry, obviously. You peace out for a month with a bunch of guns and your superhero homies; it’s a bit scary being left behind.”

Nat’s gaze drops to the side, downward, gnawing at her lip. “Do you feel left behind?”

You dip your head down to catch her eyes again. “No.” She inhales deeply. Waits. You smile. “I know you love me even if you only say it to me like twice a year—my birthday and, like, our anniversary—because you make me feel loved. I know you try your best to keep up with me and my little life here. I know you don’t leave me behind for the hell of it. I meant it in a very literal sense. You board a plane and fly several hours to beat people up for money.”

“That’s a bit reductive,” she mutters.

“Your job description is literally classified,” you say dryly.

“Okay,” Nat says, accepting your heartfelt speech with a heaving sigh. “I was in a submarine.”

When Nat tugs your heads back together, you’re too taken aback by the lack of segue to resist.

“The way out was blocked. Water’s pouring in from a massive hole we’d blown into the side. Bodies around me. Just me.” Nat’s eyes close, and her head slants away from the water lapping up the sand. “I thought about you, then. I thought that you didn’t have a ride home from work anymore and that I couldn’t bring you junk food on the weekends. I thought that if I didn’t find a way out, no one would make you laugh like I do. Love you like me.” Her eyes squint open, a coy little smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Y’know, fuck you like me.”

You nudge her nose with the tip of your own, chiding her for ruining the moment. Still: “Perhaps you overestimate your importance to me.”

“Oh? Do I?” she plays along, squeezing you in her arms.

But the way Nat looks right now, so close to you, is striking in a different kind of way. That’s saying something because she’s always beautiful to you, even when she’s a right mess. Her eyes, usually a light green, are dark in the night, and staunchly refuse to look away from you. Takes you in so resolutely, so tenderly. So, you sigh, pushing impossibly closer. “No,” you sigh. “You don’t.”

Nat presses her lips to yours, smiling. “Let’s go home.”

ahhh imagine nat or wandanat is away on a week or two long mission and you miss them so you read fanfics about her or them and on the night she comes home you are asleep with your laptop open on your lap. as nat goes to move it she sees a fanfic about her x y/n and she finds it adorable but will tease you about it when you wake up by saying something like, “by the way detka, am i better to you in real life or on that website where you are in a fake relationship with me?” and you just turn into a stuttering mess. or she finds your laptop open with smut and finds out you have a mommy kink or something 😵‍💫

warnings: older!nat, younger!reader, size difference but like... that’s for every fanfic i write ever, dirty talk, talks about using a strap, thigh riding, talks about cum eating/play (?). NSFW

y’all the fucking warnings is sending me LMAO

You huffed at the words on your phone, it was getting too much, your girlfriend’s lack of presence was irritating, let alone frustrating as you were now basically humping your pillow in sexual frustration.

You knew you shouldn’t have read smut fanfic about her, the writers on Tumblr were too good. You had read one where she had tied up the ‘reader’ and fucked her with a strap until she basically passed out and while you knew Natasha isn’t the type to push you that far, you wished you could feel what her you had felt against you once more.

But no, she had another week in Mexico, she needed to finish this mission and well, you needed to finish your homework. You tried, but it wasn’t eventful as you could focus without having a fucking flashback to an image of your girlfriend eating your cunt out between your legs, or to how you would scratch her back as she fucked you senseless.

And now as you laid there, tears swelling in your eyes, you huffed and puffed and gotten comfortable in your bed and decided to sleep, unaware of the light of your phone as it was still on.

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When Natasha arrived home, a faint ache to her back, she journeyed up the stairs to your shared room with her.

It was just on the break of dawn when she returned so when she entered her bedroom and found fast asleep, she wasn’t surprised that you were so deep in your slumber that your phone was still on.

But as she tucked you in and pulled your phone away, she caught a glimpse of her name written in various paragraphs which caught her attention. Her emerald eyes glazed over the screen, curious to what you had been reading, Natasha found the words “Y/n” and her name typed up onto some scenario where fictional her was fucking fictional “reader”.

Natasha grinned when it hit her. Her girlfriend was reading a smut fanfiction about her... while she was on a mission. Natasha assumed it was because you had missed her more than usual, and the fact that you couldn’t even have phone sex with her made it worse.

Once she turned the phone off, her smile reached her face as she saw you fast asleep. She slipped in beside you soon after, she’ll tease you about it tomorrow.

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When you woke up the next morning expecting a cold bed beside you, you weren’t expecting warmth and a large body curled up next to you.

Your eyes fluttered open and softly, you stretched your arms wide open as you turned and realized your girlfriend was home a week earlier than expected.

You threw yourself at her, burying your face deep into the crook of her neck and smiling. She smelled good, she must’ve taken a shower before she left for the plane and regardless, she was here.

She was apparently awake as the older woman hugged you in return, her large muscly arms tight around your small stature made you whimper. Unknowingly to Natasha, her thigh had slipped between your legs and accidentally pressed up against your core, you sighed, a shiver up your spine making your shake.

“Good morning,” she greeted you with a smile to her tone and never let you go, “was your dreams just as good as the fanfiction you were reading about me?”

You stilled in her hold and flushed, your cheeks warmed and your hid deeper into your girlfriend’s neck out of embarrassment.

“You weren’t supposed to see that?”

“Well, I did,” her grin was still present, “I bet I could fuck you better than what they did in that story.”

“D-Don’t say that...”

“Why not?” You whimpered when Natasha pressed her thigh further against you, making you realize that it hadn’t been an accident at all. “Does it make you wet thinking about my fingers fucking this pussy open?”

“Tasha...” You frowned and shook your head. “It’s not fair.”

The older woman chuckled. “What’s not fair, baby?”

“I haven’t been able to get off... I couldn’t even call you to guide me.” Natasha could hear the genuine sadness and frustration present in your voice and while it was partially entertaining, she couldn’t leave you high and dry. Her thigh forced you to ground yourself on her and one of her hands left your head to grip your hips to help you.

“I’m here now, princess.” She dragged your hips against her right, she was wearing shorts, you were merely wearing her shirt and just a pair of panties. Natasha could feel your arousal smearing against her pale skin, it was sticky, and somehow audibly loud as you starting riding her thigh. “Is this better than that fanfiction you’ve read?”

You nodded, breathing her scent in and grasping onto the fabric of her cropped shirt. There wasn’t much, meaning as you pulled on her top, it drew up and revealed her toned abs and the underside of her breast.

“What were you even reading about?” She was teasing you, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to get off, you wanted to cum on her thighs, make it sticky with your finish and have her make you lick it off her skin.

“The reader was caught...” You whimpered when you hit that good spot. “She was masturbating a-and... Oh God— You caught her f-fingering herself and you w-wanted to help.”

Natasha gripped your ass, her hand splayed over the curve of your bottom as she helped you ride her thigh up and down. You were going faster, harder, and you were drenching your panties and she could feel you getting near.

And as she tugged on the roots of your hair and pulled your head back, she caught sight of your face, your lips parted in euphoria, eyes shut just as your lashes fanned your cheeks. The moans you were letting out were animalistic, dangerous, and your chest was heaving.

All the while your hand was snuck around her, gripping on to her body for dear god as your hips came to a stuttering stop.

“Better than any fanfic?”

You nodded with a looped smile, nuzzling your cheek against your lover’s shoulder. “Yes... so much more.”

At Her Altar, As Her Worship

Ever since your turning you have been succumbing to the cold. Your faithful mentor and vampiric 'mother,' Natasha would never allow it to happen.

Warnings: General blood themes because of vampires, Natasha gets bitten consentually on the breast by reader, reader drinks breast milk and blood, reader sucks on Natasha's breasts, no pronouns are used for reader, reader gets called little love, fluffiness, gave me a cavity💕

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

Also in case it wasn't clear Natasha is reader's 'mother'(?) in this cause Nat turned them so she takes care of them :)❤️

The warmth from Natasha's skin felt as though it was sinking into your lips and aching fangs, warming the perpetual chill inside you. Her long soft red hair brushes against your cheeks.

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From your position buried in Natasha's neck you couldn't see her face, but the sweet lilt to her low humming said that Natasha was content. A callused hand gently cups the back of your head, before deft fingers begin to smooth down your baby hairs.

You could smell the sweet detergent clutching to her bare chest, a fluttery kiss pressed to your temple. The soft crackling of the ridiculously large victorian fire place popped gently in your ears as your head perks up shyly. Natasha's fond smile growing at the sight, her lullaby tapering off.

"Go on little love, just like how I taught you." The feeling of her full, plush breasts pressed against your shoulder and neck sent a warm flush to your ears.

You are guided toward her chest and pink perky nipples, your lips parting hesitantly. Gleaming fangs gently pierce the milky skin around her nipple before your mouth suckles on her breast. Warm blood with a slight tang and sweet milk flows into your awaiting mouth.

The unrelenting sour hunger finally eases and warmth flows into your previously stiff and chilly fingers. Eyes flutter as your mind grows warm, hazy and sleepy. Natasha rubs your back affectionately, beginning to hum another lullaby.

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natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: a secret admirer has been dropping off cute notes and flowers off at your desk every day, but you cant help but want there to be one specific, unreachable and untouchable person to be behind it all. 

warnings: fluff, uncertainty, secret admirer!!! basically shy!nat 

word count: 3.8k 

omg nicole look!!!. its your shitty coworker au- eNJoY shsjdjbd OF COURSE NOT PROOFREAD- it’s me c’mon ajsjjdn

There were flowers on your desk, again. And like every time after the first few, your heart picked up when you saw them, in nearly the same arrangement as they usually were. And like Wanda (and occasionally Sharon, if she wasn’t already head first into her computer) did every morning, she craned her neck over to look at you and your open-ish cubicle, where you stared at your desk and tried to decide who on earth could have sent you flowers for the millionth time. 

“You don’t know anyone who could have sent these?” She asked, an entertained and slightly knowing grin on her face as she looked at the typed note that always came with the flowers, no matter how short or to the point it was. On some days, the note would read “you should never stop smiling”, and on others, it would be half a page about how amazing you were at work and how much you were appreciated by your peers. There was no telling what you were going to get, and it managed to be a surprise every day even though you expected it. You shook your head.  “No one at all?” 

No, you didn’t think you know anyone who would have liked you enough to have flowers lying out for you every day, but you knew for a fact that you sure wished it was a specific person, just one. But you knew it wasn’t her. There was no way that Natasha Romanoff was the one buying flowers and typing you cutsey notes, no way at all. That just wasn’t her, and you knew it. Besides, you were always the first to work even if you didn’t make your way to your office first. You would have seen Natasha and her parked car if she was bringing flowers to your desk in the morning. And- it just wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. 

 She was serious. Very stoic, very driven, incredibly pretty, and even smarter. Somehow under all of her seriousness, she managed to light up the boring office (that occasionally had calls from irate customers that you always handled). She had all the traits that men were afraid of women having, and at first, that was what drew you to her. She knew what she wanted and more times than not, she knew where she had to go and what she had to do to get the things she wanted.

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sera , my love! how are you?

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