Marvel women oneshots

⚠️Fill the room (Natasha)⚠️

Summary: Natasha as a bottom... that's pretty much it, just her being surprisingly soft and submissive while you try to make her make noise. (Smut, praising kink)

This one-shot was inspired by a different one-shot that I read a while ago written by sufan1000, titled "Russian Lessons". I loosely used the same concept that they did in their story, while changing certain key details and focusing more on the build up and less on learning Russian. Either way I wanted to give them credit for coming up with the idea and inspiring me to write my own sort of spin off. Also if you are enjoying this so far and haven't already, I highly recommend reading their one-shot book titled, "Natasha Romanoff x Reader Oneshots". I have to say it is one of the best Natasha x reader one-shot books that I have read out of the many! This is NOT sponsored lol, but please feel free to show your support to their account by reading their book. YOU WON'T REGRET IT!!!
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Natasha walked into the room and plopped onto the bed mentaly exhausted. She let out a quiet whine as she brought her hands to her head rubbing her eyes in an attempt to relieve some of the pent up stress she had gathered throughout the day.

You put your phone down and turned your head to look at your girlfriend in her disheveled state. Your concern only grew when her hands remained holding her head as a silent tear escaped her eye, slowly sliding down the side of her cheek, and quickly disappearing into the fabric of the pillow. You knew she had had a bad day.

It was just one of those days, where she had seemed to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It wasn't her fault that when she woke up she had dropped her phone leaving a light crack lingering on the surface, or that when she had used the bathroom, of course she was met with an empty toilet paper roll. She was just having a sucky kinda day. The ones where your jacket pocket consistently gets stuck on the door handle, and all day your pants stick to your legs using some witchcraft called 'static electricity'. Whatever the hell that is.

To add to her awful day, Tony was giving her shit for keeping secrets about a solo mission she had gone on for Fury. Eventually it all added up. She tried to train to keep her mind off of everything that had gone wrong, but the only thing that that did was concern Steve and leave her body bruised and sore. Her fists red and raw from punching the bag at a consistent rate. Nothing she did helped.

You stared at her with a worried look on your face until she let in a small sniffle. "Baby, what's wrong?", You asked softly, letting her know you were there for her. When she realized that you had given your full attention to her with the intent of listening and comforting her, she opened up and began to talk. "I- just... I-I", she tried to talk, but had to take a second to think about what she would even say. Once she took in and released a big breath with a sigh, she tried again. "I'm just so tired. But not even the kind of tired that you feel when you need a nap. Like- like... like my body is so sore, and I just feel so unproductive and useless right now.", She said, removing her hands from her head and forcefully pulling them down to her sides to add emphasis to the words she was saying.

A comfortable silence filled the room as you slowly nodded letting her know that you understood everything that she was saying and what she was feeling. She sat up slowly and swung her legs around so that they hung gently off the edge of the bed.

You scooted closer to her, putting a leg on either side of her body, her back pressed against your front. Slowly, you took her hand in yours, gently running your fingers over her near raw knuckles. You hated that she had done it to herself, pushed herself to the point of bleeding in an attempt to take her mind off of the stress she was enduring. Slowly your hand left hers and began to rub up her arm, gently massaging her bicep as she let out a low groan. A 'Thank you' left her lips in almost a whisper, letting you know that she appreciated how you had given her an opportunity to open up and voice her feelings out loud.