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Oh woww!! I love your new Colourful series, it's really good!! I'm really interested because their relationship started off really fast and quick so I'm looking forward to where it goes👀

The way you set up the whole reveal of Natasha's personality with the temptation of snooping online and in person, then feeling disappointed when the relationship and Nat's personality doesn't quite meet expectations was also done really well- If you meant it as a re-occurring theme lol🥰

The "lore" of the red soul bonds and the destructiveness (murder suicides) contrasted with the super strong life changing bonds was something I really enjoyed as well. I'm not sure if this is meant to be a dark Nat series, but I'm really enjoying seeing her true colours, she is so charismatic- suave (as you said💕) and like a dream almost yet she seems so jealous and possessive of what is "hers" like the first few chapters where she is uncharacteristically anxious, it is written super well!! I feel like Natasha is already very attached to reader because this is her first soul bond, and I suspect something she was super looking forward to after defecting from the red room

Also I'm not sure if you remembered an old comment I made on your other series but I'm really happy to read a somewhat 'darkish' series about Natasha falling for reader this time! Your writing has also gotten a lot better, the scene transitions are smoother and make more sense!! I'm also a personal fan of the plot as I'm interested to see how you write Nat falling for the ""original"" this time, we all know what happened with Katya haha

I tried to send this as an ask twice but my tumblr is acting out so I'm doing this as a reblog instead😅

Colorful - Mini Chapter 6.5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 6

But it turns out, there are a lot of expectations.

You wake up to more missed calls and text messages than you’ve ever had in your entire life.

ClaireBear: HUNTY! WTF?!

ClaireBear: CALL ME BACK THIS INSTANT OR I AM GOING ON TIKTOK ABOUT HOW MY SISTER IS THE BLACK WIDOWS SOUL BOND

ClaireBear: I swear to fucking all my lort hoebag if you don’t call me back by tonight I’m telling MeeMaw and I’m going over there with the receipts.

Ugh. 15 year olds are fun. You do need to call her though.

Yari: SO I was about to text you because I was a little concerned that you haven’t come home in like a week, but I don’t pry. But girl. Next time maybe tell me before I see it on TMZ. We’re friends… also are you moving out? Also are you still coming tonight?

You are friends. New friends but, she’s your roommate and you like her and you really should have let her know you weren’t dead this week.

Grubs: LOL OH MY GOD (shit ton of emojis)

Texts from unknown numbers and people you kinda knew in high school, your cousin in Birmingham and…

Ponyboy: Fuck you. I would have told you. I would have told you first.

Fuck.

You crawl out of bed, Natasha still sound asleep beside you, and go take a shower, scrubbing away the makeup you didn’t bother to take off last night.

She’s still sleeping when you dress yourself back in her clothes and walk into her kitchen to make her coffee and toast.

When she finally does emerge from down the hall, you’re reminded again of why you don’t really drink and you smirk a little into your coffee at her obvious struggle.

But she looks so cute like this -- soft and a little disoriented -- messy red braid, baggy gray shorts, smudged black eyeliner. She looks very normal. Very human. Very attainable.

But the texts and calls are rolling harsh in your stomach and they are a rude reminder of something you already knew--. This was too fast. You weren’t ready. And you didn’t trust your gut which is making itself so well known now you’re not even sure you can drink anymore coffee.

Still you smile when she walks up behind you in her cozy, vulnerable space, and wraps her arms around you and kisses your cheek. You are so happy, so relieved, that despite all of your discomfort and uncertainty, when her lips touch your cheek and her hands brush the bare skin of your abdomen, your bond doesn’t seem to reflect your concerns. It’s the same smoky, shiny red that it usually is.

And you want to keep it like that forever.

You’re so sick of watching gold turn to sand.

But this started way too fast and even though you know she won’t agree, you have to slow it down if it’s going to stand a chance.

You tried that before once. You thought everything would be ok as soon as that beautiful boy touched you and your souls connected. As far as you were concerned, you might as well have gotten married at that frat party covered in beer wearing someone else's dress. You were destined.

And you tried so hard for so long and so did he and it got… so ugly.

Maybe if you’d actually taken the time to fall in love with each other instead of just assuming that you should, you could have both saved yourselves a lot of pain.

And you promised yourself you would never again be the girl who lived for her soulbonds. You’d make your own way in the world.

Then the second you meet your next soulbond you're tripping all over yourself to do the same thing - keep them happy, make them love you - even though you know how that ends.

Pain pain pain. On both ends.

You squeeze the hands she has wrapped around your waist before carefully untangling yourself and making your way further into her kitchen to pour her a mug of coffee. (Her own coffee. That you’d just taken the liberty to make).

She takes the mug from you graciously and sits herself at her kitchen counter before asking, “So what should we do today?”

You tense a little and school your face before turning back around from the coffee pot to face her and say as casually as you can, “Well, I need to go back to my place in a few.”

She looks confused. “What? Why?” She asks.

You sigh.

“Natasha I haven’t been home since Wednesday. It’s Saturday morning, I have literally been wearing your underwear, Babe,” you laugh a little. “I just need to go home for a while.”

“OK,” she’s quick to agree, “Let me just change real quick, I can take you by your place to get some stuff.”

“No,” you cut her off a little more harshly than you meant to but you stop yourself and start again. “No, I can take the train, the station is right across the street. It’ll be faster anyways. Also, I have plans tonight.”

She goes still and her eyes narrow and you know what she’s thinking when she asks in monotone, “What plans?”

He’s here now. She knows. And that’s what she thinks your plans are.

You fight the urge to roll your eyes and get defensive. Because those AREN’T your plans and you’re allowed to have a life. You drain the rest of your coffee.

“My roommate, Yari, she’s a photographer,” you calmly explain. “She has a showing tonight in a little gallery in Chelsea. You know, cheap wine and shitty cheese plates, but it’s a big deal for her.”

“Oh,” Natasha’s stiff shoulders sag. “That’s great. Can I come?”

What, no. And also how rude....

“Um,” you start. “I don’t… I don’t think that’s the best idea. This is a big moment for her, and, in case you haven’t noticed, you and I tend to pull a lot of focus. I don’t want to upstage her at her own show.”

It’s the truth but it’s only one of them and it’s the easier one and you just hope she can accept that as gracefully as she took her coffee.

“Yeah, ok that makes sense.” She sounds disappointed but not mad. “So you’re coming back here after, then?”

You swallow. “I’m not sure,” That’s a lie. You’re sure you aren’t. “I don’t know what the after party plans are.” She looks so sad, “But either way, let’s get brunch tomorrow, ok?” you give her what you hope is a reassuring smile.

“Yes. Absolutely!” she agrees quickly. “I’ll pick you up in the morning at 11 if… if you don’t come back tonight.”

You flash her a big grin as you make your way out of the kitchen and towards the elevator to leave. “Sounds great!” you say. “See you in the morning!”

“(Y/N),” she stops you as your hand pushes the down button. “I really do hope you come back here tonight.”

“We’ll see!” you say much more cheery than you feel just as the elevator doors slide open to take you back down into the world.

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Hello!! I've been researching this specific eye condition lately (convergence insufficiency), and I realised that it could be the condition that Natasha has in your I spy fic! The condition causes double or blurred vision when doing up close tasks, which may result in headaches and one or both eyes turning outward in long term untreated cases. The person with the condition can also have perfect 20/20 vision, so it often goes undiagnosed. This condition can be further worsened by long hours at a computer and stress- it can also be helped by wearing prism glasses!💕 I have only been researching it for a bit, but I realised well it fit with the fic! My tumblr has been iffy so Im doing this as a reblog, I tried an ask but I don't think it worked out 😅:)

I Spy

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: This is based entirely on the fact that it’s Lesbian Visibility Week and I like both puns and cute girls wearing glasses. As such, it’s all a little bit of nonsense. Also, entering it into @slutfornat’s fic contest before I chicken out.

There was always more with Natasha than what met the eye. Not every pattern you could spot or even explain, but you liked to try.

There were little behaviours, the smallest of quirks that hinted more at her personality than any of the careful phrases she’d given you about herself since you joined the team.

It started when you noticed the way that Natasha would read a mission report; always at arm’s length. It gave her this air of nonchalance that you found immediately attractive. Natasha would give the details a cursory glance, barely lifting the file from the desk before placing it back. From those few seconds, she could reiterate the mission outline to anyone. You’d checked. Soon enough, you had stopped bothering to study your own mission file at all during meetings.

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Oh gods this is so good my heart is melting😭 This really helped some of my insecurities and Scarlet is so sweet💕💕 You managed to convey emotion really well I honestly felt anxious before the premiere- I love this

What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Based on this lovely request. Please note this talks about body insecurity and also coming out. There are also sexy scenes :)

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You didn’t know why Scarlett loved you, but you trusted that she did. You didn’t always love yourself. Kindness was easier with others than it was for yourself.

All the first moments between you and Scarlett had been hesitant. You’d met through friends, there’d been group dinners, nights at bars. You’d liked her smile, but you didn’t let yourself consider it.

You hadn’t known she liked women. Noone had. When she’d taken your hand the first time, in the back of the taxi cab, the movement had been rushed. Her eyes had been focused forward, but you’d caught her shallow breaths. There’d been a heartbeat of a moment, you’d felt everything hang in the balance. Then, you’d squeezed her hand back. 

Scarlett had turned to face you, eyes wide. Her cheeks had shimmered golden with the glow of the night time traffic. She’d looked briefly surprised, and then, abruptly she’d looked scared. You’d held her gaze as you smiled.

Scarlett had searched your eyes for a long moment before she’d smiled back. But, she did smile back.

You left the taxi cab together.

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You be out here making me soft😭 This is really sweet, I appreciate it💕🥺

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me showing you my romantic side: I wanna go grocery shopping with you

This is so good, dark but kind natasha is so sweet and you write her so well❤️

No Rest for the Wicked

Natasha x reader AU Drabble

Ghosts

You couldn’t believe the price. Not for a place like this. Not in this city.

And that alone should have sounded all the warning bells in your head. No one would sell a house like this here for that minuscule amount.

But you were so broke and so desperate and maybe it seemed too good to be true, but take the good that comes your way, right?

Everything was perfect on the walk through. You were in awe. Such a magnificent place in the middle of town.

And you did ask, at the end. Because dreamer or not, you aren’t an idiot.

“I want it.” You told the real-estate agent. “It’ll cost everything I have - everything they left me, but I have to know- why is it so cheap?”

She is pristine. Black pencil skirts and clear stockings- hair in such a tight bun it actually tightens the skin of her face. (Cool trick, you register for years later. Will have to remember that one someday.)

Anyway

She is not the type who seems to be easily frazzled but she is noticeably uncomfortable at your inquiry.

She clears her throat and fixes her already perfect hair.

“Someone died here,” she confesses. “Violently.”

Oh, that’s all? You don’t believe in ghosts.

“We’ve had 3 other buyers pull out in escrow,” she continues. “Who knows. Maybe she’ll like you.”

Yeah you’re still not buying it - the story that is- not the house- you are definitely buying the house.

“I’ll sign and give you the down payment right now,” you state with confidence.

You move in that afternoon.

And the place feels like a dream. It feels like a fresh start- a balm to your soul after all your loss.

There are some— strange occurrences. Your glasses moving from your nightstand to your bathroom sink. Drawers that you swear you never touched hanging open, your dog— really seems to hate this place.

But you chalk it up to trauma- you’ve just experienced a huge loss and of course your headspace isn’t good.

But everything else here is.

You love your house, your new job is going great, and you just started dating this person who (fingers crossed) seems good for you.

So what if your house is haunted?

You tell yourself that everyday.

Until you finally see her.

And she is… beautiful.

But so terrifying because there is not doubt in your sleepy mind when you walk into your kitchen one morning (when your dog seems particularly upset) and see this red head beauty already standing at your counter in a white night dress, holding a knife, —that she’s dead.

You fight the urge to run and it’s a good instinct, you think. Because she’s looking at you so hopefully. Like you can see her.

And you are usually quite eloquent and articulate but all you can manage to say is,”Are you her? Did you die here?”

And oh my goodness don’t antagonize a ghost but… she just gives you a kind smile and says, “yes. I’m Natasha. I’ve been watching you.”

You swallow and say, “I know,” before joining her at the counter to drink coffee.

And after that—- you kind of become—- friends?

You welcome her presence and when she materializes you just… hang out and watch TV. She isn’t scary.

You want to know, but you never ask how she died. That seems so private and like something maybe she will tell you eventually. When you’re better friends.

She starts showing herself to you more and more and you honestly like her. Like of course it’s weird she’s a ghost (or a product of your medication) but she starts to become the best friend you’ve ever had.

You can tell her everything because she can’t tell anyone else. She’s dead.

But her physicality is real. And when she is present she can touch you and it’s so nice to be held.

You watch old movies with your head on her shoulder and her arms around your waist but— she’s always gone in the morning and you wake up alone on the couch.

You finally convince yourself out of your dead girl day dreams when you get a better psychiatrist (and better meds) and you meet someone —- who is a dream.

She never comes around when they’re there but you can feel her—- hovering. And you convince yourself you just need a higher prescription.

You’re crazy. Meds are your saving grace. There is no ghost in your house. You just went a little nuts for a while.

But then he has to go on a business trip to Dubai. For a month.

And your back alone in that place.

Except she won’t let you be alone. She’s back and she’s angry. And you don’t know how to apologize to a dead person when you’ve done nothing wrong.

But she haunts your every move. She won’t let you sleep.

Until one night you are so terrified and so desperate you just scream, “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME?!”

They’re the last words you’ll ever speak alive.

You never asked her but suddenly you see clear as day the man she married — choking her— to death.

Just as you feel her hands around your neck.

You’re so cold when you come out of her memory and you know, you know without even having to think about it - you’re dead.

You turn to the side and she is laying next to you with a soft smile on her face, brushing a little bit of your hair away from your eyes.

“You killed me,” you croak out.

“Yes,” she acknowledges.

“Why?!” You plead

“You asked me what I wanted. I wanted you. Forever.”

You’ll never even get to know if there is a heaven. You’ll always be trapped in her hell.

>:D Hehe

Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

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

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina ’s posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy’s breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha’s thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

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AO3 reader: leaves a sweet comment and is enthusiastic about my fic

Me, cradling their face in my hands: I would fight god for you

IM SORRY HOW LOBG AGO DID YOU WRITE THIS??? Its so good please- Bubba and peach thats so cute😭😭🥰

bleed all over me

a dark retelling of bleed it out through the perspective of the countess and her vampire daughter and their forbidden rendezvous...

mom vampire!natasha x daughter vampire!reader

warnings: INCEST, blood drinking, vampire au, mommy kink, innocence kink, and slight manipulation.

inspired by @seera-li :3

DO NOT READ if this offends or triggers you in the slightest, your media consumption is your own responsibility.

She had been ever so perfect, her little thing, her whole world. From the start of her life, to the moment she took her last breath, Natalia had always been there right by her side.

And when she cried wolf for her mother’s arms, the gentle call from her dying throat, she looked at the countess with eyes that only sparked the ever lasting joy of life.

Only then Natalia knew what she had to do. With skin pricked within seconds, blood cascaded down between the cracks of her lips and tongue, life forged itself back into her body as every bit of death seeped out of her bones.

When she had woken up hours later, seeking out for her mother’s arms bare in her nightgown, the countess spoke nothing but welcomed her with open arms. With her lips pressed against hers, tiny little whispers of life sparked once again between them.

* * *

She had missed this; the very love her mother had given her even way before her succumbing to death. Every kiss, every reassurance of her love, through the moans and whimpers while Natalia had her daughter between slender fingers.

While for now, she seeks out comfort from her, sat comfortably in her lap as the older woman brushed her silken hair through fibres, a moment passes between the two.

When Natalia finishes and settles the brush beside their table, she finds her daughter’s eyes seeking for her. Those wide doe things, staring at her with so much life and adoration, much more to experience in the many centuries they have to live.

“When was the last you had fed, peach?” Something swells in Natalia when she finds her flushing under the nickname. It had always been the name she had called her before she had fatefully died that night. Ever since, always since, it evoked the very same reaction.

She shrugs in response to her mother’s question, a purse to her lips as she twirls an unruly lock of Natalia’s red hair. Mumbles an answer once she finds the courage to: “Not sure.”

The older woman raises a brow at her, finds her trailing her gaze away from her own green ones before Natalia sighs and draws her chin up.

“It’s been weeks, love bug.” She frowned under her mother’s tone. “You know how I feel about feedings.”

She barely even found the courage to look up, but when Natalia gripped her chin a little harder, she bit her lip and found striking green eyes staring right back at her.

“Not that hungry, I guess.” She gave a poor shrug to mask the hunger that rumbled through her stomach. Natalia didn’t need to be creature of such to figure out the craving present in her daughter’s lips.

“Love bug?”

“Mmh?”

Natalia looked at her lovingly, eyes soft and gentle, yet still there was some firmness behind them that spoke of no room for argument.

She frowned and snaked her arms around the countess’ neck, grinding herself further and harder against her lap to feel the friction present between her legs.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, mama.”

The redhead looked at the smaller woman in her lap, rubbing an comforting hand over her bare arm as she sighed and drew her head up. She trailed her eyes away.

“You could never hurt me, love bug, you know this.” She cooed softly, just as her fingers mocked her own words against her skin. “Come closer, sweetheart.” She helped her scoot over. “I trust you. Always.”

And when the countess swept the long locks of hair away from one side of her shoulder, baring her pulsing neck to her daughter, Natalia waited for her to make the first.

While hesitant and doubtful, she inched closer to her mother’s waiting arms and ducked her head to where her pulse laid. Only then, revealing shimmering sharp teeth, she leaned close until they pricked her fragile pale skin to reveal crimson blood to her tongue.

When blood coated her buds, she moaned and softly whimpered against her mother’s skin. There was a moment of serenity between the silence, a moment of calm, sweet tang and bittersweet on her tongue. And when her quenching thirst was fulfilled, tummy satisfied and eyes fluttered closed, she pulls away from her mother’s beating neck.

Her teeth retract and Natasha thumbs at the blood that corners at her lips and licks it away. The countess grins at her daughter’s skin, what was once pale now blooming with life.

She cupped her cheek and found her eyes dazed in such euphoria, almost orgasmic and Natasha remembers the very first she had made her daughter cum. Such a frail little girl, she had been so innocent and unaware, wonderful and submissive, all her’s.

“You alright, bubba?” She swept the hair that framed her face. “Feel better now?”

She gave her mother a nod and sighed, a smile blooming on her blood stained lips. “Thank you, mama.”

Natasha grinned and melted into her embrace. Always and forever, anything for her little girl.

I'll always choose you

Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

words: 3k

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing, guns, swords, death, blood, injuries

Masterlist.

When you first joined the team Natasha was wary of you, she never saw you before and she couldn't find any information on you. You weren't the most open person, preferring to keep your personal life to yourself, so she chose to stay close and keep an eye on you just in case. And when you became more open with her, she realised that you could be trusted.

You were always the first one to support her plans for missions and the last one to object her ideas. On your missions you stayed close, watching her back (she did the same to you).

She couldn't understand, at first, why you were so loyal to her and only her, and you never gave her a proper answer, so she let the questions go (for now).

You never paid as much attention to other team members, never blindly followed their instructions, even when Captain gave you an order you always looked at her for a nod of approval.

It annoyed the hell out of everyone on the team, but to Natasha it meant the world. She always felt her stomach tighten when you did that.

She started to open up to you as well, telling you about the Red Room, about her insecurities and biggest fears.

You told her that whatever happened there didn't make her any less of a hero.

---

But then there was Hydra.

She told Steve everything she knew, but it still wasn't enough for him, suspicion lingered in his eyes. She knew he never fully trusted her, always hesitating whenever she offered him information, just like Tony and Bruce. Just like everyone she knows, except Clint and Fury.

And when they had to run away, she ran to you. She fully trusted you by now, but she was afraid that today will be the day you finally doubted her.

You let them in without a question, and when she told you about Hydra, you didn't have any reason not to trust her, so you just nodded and got your suit ready.

"You don't have any questions?" She asked, rooting you on the spot with her questioning eyes. "What if lied to you? What if I'm with Hydra?"

You just let out a laugh, murmuring a that's a lame joke under you breath and walked past her, squeezing her shoulder and sending her a reassuring look.

She sat there, trying to grasp how it could be possible that you trusted her so much after knowing her so little.

Then there was a masked man on the bridge, Bucky, and Steve was too distracted to notice his friend bleeding out in the van.

"Can't you see she's hurt?" You snapped at the guards, trying your best to stop the bleeding.

She had just enough energy left in her body to send you a grateful smile.

You stopped Hydra, blowing up the ships and ruining a couple of buildings in the process. She was anxious after she leaked SHIELD's information, but seeing how proud you were of her made it all worth it.

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Time went by, you got to know each other more and more, your weekly movie nights slowly became daily movie nights. She took you to her favourite cafe for lunch, and brought you your favourite treat from a local bakery everyday, claiming she was just passing by it, and since I had enough time...

Your occasional complaints about her ditching you to train with Wanda disappeared, when she offered to become permanent training partners. Your late night talks became sleepovers, and soon enough your favourite pillow occupied the right side of her bed and her clothes occupied a shelf in your closet.

But then there were Accords.

It wasn't even Wanda's fault. She did not set off that bomb, she did not kill all these innocent people. Rumlow did.

Natasha was conflicted. She knew the Accords were needed, but not on these terms. She pulled you away after Ross left, a quiet storm in her eyes. "What do you think?"

"I don't think we should sign them, but not signing them would be worse, right? Can't we have a middle ground?" Your were troubled, your eyes searching hers for an answer.

"They won't budge. We need to choose." She let out a shaky breath before clothing her eyes, leaning her head against the wall with a light thud. You took the chance and leaned against her side. "Okay. Then I'm with you."

"What?" She pulled away.

"I'm with you."

"Y/n, this is your freedom we're talking about. You can't make decisions like that just because you want to tag along." She couldn't understand why between Tony and Steve you would choose her. She had nothing to offer in return for your loyalty, she said as much months ago, but you still chose her.

"Do you want me to be on your side?" You whispered, your arms circling her waist to make her look at you.

"More than anything." She breathed out, falling into your arms.

---

She signed the Accords and you followed suit. Tony didn't even lift an eyebrow when he saw you standing beside Nat, not surprised to see you choosing her again. He always wondered why you were so devoted to her, sending you questioning looks whenever you took her side in an argument. But then something clicked in his eyes and he let out a quiet exhale, a trace of a smile on his lips.

Now, he and Steve argued next to you, and Natasha thought about how did it come to this. How could she let it come to this.

Bucky escaped and Steve asked for your help, you heard Natasha's take a sharp breath from behind you. "I can get your stuff, but after that you're on your own. I'm sorry." You offered.

"Thank you." He left with a squeeze of your elbow.

Natasha took your hand in hers and led you out.

"If he's right, if Bucky didn't do this, then I'll help him." She said once you both got in her car, her eyes trained on you, her body tense and unmoving. She was afraid, you realised, afraid of your reaction.

"I'll find the proof, you'll get Tony to listen." You decided, turning the air conditioning on. Like it was not a big deal, like you just decided what to get for dinner, and Natasha finally realized that you're not going anywhere, that you will stick with her until the very end. She blinked away the tears and drove away.

---

"Can you believe he got a child to fight for us?" Natasha heard you shout, distracting her from Clint long enough for Wanda to yank her away. You were by her side in a second, pulling her up.

"Cat guy will catch up to them." You stated, your eyes darting between Steve and Tony.

"You think we should stop him?" She saw your hesitation, your mouth opening, but no words came out. "Y/n?" She asked again.

"I didn't find anything yet, but I think Bucky is innocent." You hesitated, awaiting her reaction.

"Then that's enough for me." She said, before running off in the direction of the warehouse.

She stopped T'Challa, granting Steve and Bucky an easy escape. Rhodes got hurt, the rest of Steve's team was thrown in the Raft and you disappeared.

Tony was angry with her when she approached him, spewing hurtful words she knew he only somewhat meant. He didn't know where you were either. She waited as long as she could for you to come back, but then Ross almost got her and she had to run away.

Norway, she decided with no hesitation, when Mason offered her a list of countries she could escape to. He chuckled then, mumbling about how he knew she'll choose it.

"There's a surprise for you." He said when she met him, a smug expression on his face. She didn't say anything in return, side eyeing him until he hurried away.

She knew someone was inside the second she stepped foot in her new home. Reaching for her gun, she carefully stepped in what would be her bedroom, when she noticed you sleeping in her bed.

"You asshole!" She grumbled angrily, throwing a pillow in your face. You sat up abruptly, too disoriented to understand what was going on. "You just disappeared on me and now you show up, sleeping on my bed with your shoes on!" She continued pushing you with her pillow, until you had enough and threw her on the bed beside you.

"Ross was snooping around, I couldn't afford him finding you." You explained, rubbing the sleep off your eyes. "I'm glad you chose Norway." You yawned, sinking into her body, your face nuzzled into her neck.

"I know you love Norway." She grudgingly pulled you closer.

---

The generator lasted until nightfall and Natasha went to get some gas, leaving you to protect our household.

She didn't get the chance to reach the gas station, a missile blew up her car and she had a fight off with a masked person, who managed to throw her into the river, but not before she took the vials.

She should've warned you somehow, but after seeing the picture tucked between the vials, she knew she had to go as soon as possible. And you deserve a payback for the scare you gave her.

The next morning she was in her old apartment in Budapest, choking her sister with a curtain. Red Room was still there, Yelena said.

She came back two days later with no gas and a short blonde trailing behind her. "I didn't know the gas station was on the other side of the world." You said, pulling her in a tight hug.

"Had to make a pitstop in Budapest." She sounded regretful, sending you a small smile.

"Who's that beautiful woman?" Yelena asked, sending you a cheeky wink.

"Y/n." You said at the same time as Natasha grumbled she's off limits quietly, so only Yelena could hear. Eyebrows shot up on her face, but she didn't comment, turning to shake your hand.

By know Natasha should've known that after she explained everything to you, you'll offer your help, but she was still shocked when you immediately got up to make some calls, a look of determination on your face.

"We'll have a jet by evening, with guns and everything we might need." You said when you finished the conversation.

"I like her." Yelena grinned.

---

Alexei was an interesting person.

You didn't like him. In fact, you wished you could punch him in the face hard enough for his teeth to fall out. Natasha could sense the anger radiating from you in waves, she noticed you grinding your jaw whenever he spoke up, your eyes boring through his face. You were not as hard on Melina, she noted, your eyes softened, when you learned she was controlled too.

Natasha never thought anyone would care for her the way you did, and when you snapped at Alexei to finally shut the fuck up, she gently squeezed your hand under the table to let you know that it was okay. She didn't hold any grudges against them, and she didn't want you to carry that hate around. You let out a breath, mumbling a quiet sorry under your breath.

"Thank you." She mouthed.

---

The Red Room was even worse than you thought.

You had no idea where you were when you woke up strapped to the table, some scientists standing not too far away. You looked on your left and saw Yelena trying to communicate with you without using her voice, she tilted her head in the direction of scientists than gestured to a table full of medical equipment next to you. You nodded in understanding and moved at the same time as her.

You found the antidote quickly enough and separated, you ran to find Natasha and she went to the widows.

You found Nat in Dreykov's office, surrounded by the widows. You saw them take turns hitting her and your blood boiled. You never fought so hard in your life. Taking them down one by one you inched closer to her with every step, until you finally reached her, shielding her from the punches long enough for Yelena to come back and release the antidote.

Your dysfunctional team managed to take down the Red Room and Natasha hugged you so tight she might've broken a couple of ribs.

"Steve asked for our help." She said once she pulled away, her eyes staring in the distance, where she could see Ross coming.

"We're not doing anything until you're patched up." You huffed, putting her hand around your shoulders to help her move. She tried her best to hide her injuries, but you saw every twitch of her muscles, every wince on her face.

"Okay." She didn't protest this time, putting most of her weight on your shoulders, and let you lead her to the car hidden in the distance.

---

You met Steve a week later, and to your relief he had everything prepared.

"What happened?" He asked, when he noticed the bruises on Natasha's arms.

"A run in with an old enemy of mine." She simply replied, refusing to reveal more. His concerned eyes settled on you then, but you shook your head. If Natasha didn't want to tell him, then you won't tell anything too.

Turns out breaking into the Raft was much easier than you thought. Natasha got into their system in minutes and opened the doors for you and Steve.

The guards didn't stand a chance against the supersoldier and you didn't even break a sweat, letting Steve do the hard work while you took care of the few who managed to avoid him. Natasha joined you a few minutes later, showing you a hard drive with a smug grin.

"Got some dirt on them in the process."

"It's called multitasking, Rogers." You shut him up before he could start complaining, earning a glare from the captain.

Once you reached the cells Natasha immediately went to Wanda's, her heart breaking at the sight of the young witch. After that getting out was not a problem, you had the most powerful human on your side.

---

"I never thought I'll be fighting against an army of aliens." You huffed, killing another creature with your sword. T'Challa offered all of you a variety of weapons, and you choose two vibranium swords after he said they could slice through anything.

"I never thought I'd live long enough to see flying cars, but here we are." Steve grumbled in response, tearing apart another alien before it could hurt you.

"Y/n, if you get yourself killed, I'll personally drag you back from heaven." Natasha shouted from a distance, her worried eyes darting to you every couple of minutes.

"She thinks I'll end up in heaven." You grinned, slicing through another enemy.

No matter how many you killed, Thanos' army kept growing, his ships digging through the ground, just under the barrier.

But then Thor came back on Earth stronger than ever, and you felt yourself smile. Natasha was closer to you now and you fought back to back in a practised dance, the creatures attacking you did not stand a chance. Wanda came down just on time to join the fight after she successfully destroyed the stone, saving you from the incoming ships.

Thanos appeared not long after. He somehow knew that Wanda already destroyed the stone and he was angry.

Good, Natasha thought. That meant he'll be sloppy and distracted, which is exactly what you need. He tried to use the green stone right away, but the red mist surrounding his arm stopped him from moving his fingers, keeping his arm in place. He didn't have the chance to shake Wanda away, Stormbreaker already sliced his arm off.

His body was left in Wakanda for science purposes.

Tony, Peter and a wizard, Dr. Strange, came back on Earth a week later on a cool-looking spaceship that belonged to a woman named Carol, who offered you a cheeky grin when she noticed you staring. Natasha huffed beside you, taking your hand to lead you back inside.

"You know, if you want everyone to stop flirting with your best friend, you should at least ask her out." Yelena complained loud enough for everyone to hear, immediately snapping her mouth shut when she noticed Natasha's glare.

Everyone looked at her in panic, awaiting a catastrophe, except for Tony, who had a knowing look on his face and Carol, who looked like she was ready to fly away any second now.

"What do you mean?" Natasha asked, causing everyone to take a step back.

"You can't be that dense. Everyone knows you're in love with each other, so just ask her out already." Yelena exclaimed, aggressively gesturing between you two.

You tried to hold your laughter, but failed when you saw Natasha slowly sitting down on the grass, her palm connecting with her forehead. "Yelena, we've been together for years." She said.

"What?" You heard Steve shout. "When did that happen?"

"Somewhere between Hydra and the Accords she asked me out. The best date of my life." You answered for her, pulling her back on her feet. "For a team of superheroes you all are kind of dense." You chuckled, patting Yelena on the shoulder as you passed by her. She still had her mouth open in shock.

"For the record, I noticed a long time ago." Tony called after you, clutching his wound.

---

Everything was finally fine, even more than fine, great. And you felt yourself smile when Natasha returned to your room after checking up on Tony.

"Did you threaten him?" She changed into her sleep clothes, tiredly rubbing her shoulder.

"Who? Tony?" You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to remember if you actually did. She nodded, sending you a teasing smile. "Oh, shut up. What did he say?"

"He apologized for what he said to me back then, and for not being here for us when we dealt with the Red Room." You were surprised, but not shocked. You knew Tony always cared about your girlfriend, just in his own way. "Thank you." She added, cuddling into your side.

"For what?" You arms circled her form, stroking her shoulder.

"For choosing me." She whispered into your neck, and you could feel the slightest shake of her voice against your throat.

"I'll always choose you." You placed a kiss on the top of her head, tightening your hold. "Always."

We already had whipped Nat, so I thought, why not have whipped reader? 😌

Feedback is appreciated 💕

Thank you! :) I'm happy to hear that💕

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.

--

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.

Hehe I'm happy to know you liked my comment!!🥰 Also the horny but practical tag you made on the anons ask was so funny lmao

Oh god your dark nat series is incredible!! I have so many things to say ab it- the subtle manipulations are written SO well and every interaction is interesting and really pries into the layers of their very complex dynamic!!🥰 amazing, show stopping, incredible lol💕 I also left a comment on the answer/compliance work on ao3 in case you didn't see it :) I go by the same user

I saw that you wrote some more dark nat drabbles on this tumblr so I'm naturally gonna binge em all, congratulations on ruining my sleep schedule for like,,,, the 2nd time LMAO Either way, amazing writing I love it sm💕

thank you!! i did see it yesterday and i thought about it the whole day--you dont get comments like that every day ya know i had to treasure it. usually with comments like that it takes me a while to articulate a response but i will get back to you! im rly glad you like my fics :) hope you get some rest though

BLACK WIDOW (2021) dir. Cate Shortland + parallels.

Hh this is amazing- Your writing has improved so much over the past year!! 💕💕🥰

her careless whisper

you interrupt an important meeting of natasha’s and she reacts in a way that even her colleagues are surprised by.

warnings: MOB!NATASHA, nothing but sweet fluff.

You know Natasha sits busy in her meeting to, but as the bedroom passes by with the silence and the spot beside you grows colder by the minute, you frown to yourself and huff at your insomnia.

It’s barely even midnight and the two of you had fallen asleep early but Natasha had woke up and promised that she’d be back. But within half an hour, she was still gone and your fingers itched for her presence.

You knew not to disturb her while she was conducting business but hopefully she’ll make an exception for this once. You knew she couldn’t say no to you, not when you peered up at her with heavy lashes and those doe eyes.

And you knew it as you stepped down the stairs, entering the grand foyer where you room a left and walked down the hall for a moment before fitting the large doors that were closed. You knew Natasha was behind the oak doors and you paused for a moment to contemplate your decision.

But as quick as your thoughts were, the door swung open and one of Natasha’s business partners from Europe stomped out of the room without even batting an eye at you.

Your eyes were wide and your heart raced at the sudden scare, but that was relieved when you looked into the room and found Natasha and the rest of her business partners staring at you like you were some deer.

You swallowed at the attention but it were Natasha’s eyes that you feared more. She looked at you emotionless, her deep emerald eyes were striking and you knew despite her facade, she was just as surprised at your presence.

She turned slowly back to the men that surrounded her but you stepped inside of the room regardless of her silence. Once the door clicked shut, she began speaking once more.

Her voice echoed loudly throughout the room and her tone was firm and there was an edge to it that you couldn’t pin point. However, as you stood there with wide eyes, you noticed her attention wavering as her eyes kept glancing over to you.

One of the men seemed to notice and coughed, inevitably interrupting Natasha mid-sentence.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to the pretty lady?”

Natasha raised a brow and then turned to you, still nothing on her face but you watched as her men grinned as they followed along and looked at you like prey.

The redhead hummed. “My apologies...” She motioned an arm for you to near her and when you did, she snatched you into her lap within an arms length away. “Gentleman, my wife.”

You politely smiled at them and waved a meek hand, some of the men smiled back while some grinned with mischief. And while the dangers of their thoughts were obvious to your eyes, you knew you weren’t in any true harm as long as Natasha was around.

Natasha then hooked her arm around your waist and pulled you closer, without any other warnings, she urged the meeting to continue. And as you say there, curled up in your lover’s lap, listening to the men talk about their next business and finances, Natasha leaned close to peck your head.

You smiled and nuzzled your nose against her neck, smelling the faint scent of her perfume still lingering on her pale skin.

Then you spoke: “I’m sorry. I missed you”

She hummed and then whispered. “We will talk tomorrow, dekta. Just sleep.”

And even in the presence of the men she callss her colleagues, she doesn’t fear their judgement for her love for you. Instead, she holds you close almost like her prized possession. They fear the Russian mob boss for it, for her love for you creates more anger and dominance in how the redhead holds her self.

As you succumb to your slumber, the faint noises of voices and the familiar sound of the door clicking echoes deep in your ear. A moment passes with silence but Natasha continues to hold you anyways. Her lips caresses the rim of your ear and you sigh.

“Goodnight, bubba.”

You smile at her gentle tone, curling further against the Russian’s hold as she carried the both of you back into bed.

“Love you too, Nat...”

Love that it's now 100% confirmed canon that Natasha spends her free time watching over the top Cold War era spy fiction/techno-thriller movies like James Bond and WarGames, and she's a gleeful little geek that gets a kick out of quoting the dialogue.

I love so much that we spent years assuming Nat would mock the shitty spycraft in movies, but actually she's enthralled every time. Like, a five-year-old seeing Frozen? That's Natasha any time these movies are on the screen. Yes she's seen them a million times, but when your entire life is dangerous spy hijinks it must be so nice to see stuff that you do in a context where no one you love is in danger at any time.

Also the thing that's so nice about her being a geek is that the movies have tried so hard to make us think she's a badass. And, I mean, she is totally a badass! But "Do you want to play a game?" could have been a one-off thing, a way to tease Steve and integrate Steve and make her own fun while on the run. Instead it's become a running part of her personality, which takes how the Red Room used popular media as indoctrination and turns it into something she can relax with and make into something that's her own.

Like I feel at this point if we found out that Clint used to call Nat every week after Dog Cops finished airing to dissect the plot, it would not feel out of character, and that is beautiful.

I Told You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

(18+ Only) Warnings: mommy kink, oral-sex on strap on (nat receiving), face-fucking, spitting kink, praise kink, degradation, spanking, choking, hair-pulling, dub-con (?), tummy-bulge kink, overstimulation, cum-filled strap on

A/N: hello! this is a second part to Mile High Club! it’s thot hours, so i hope you whores enjoy this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: My good lord. I need a Part II to Mile High Club, where Nat is absolutely destroying R with her strap🥵🥵

Mile High Club | I Told You

Summary: Natasha is a woman of her word.

Word Count: 1.8K

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You hit the floor with a loud thud as Natasha shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. 

You stayed on your knees, knowing all too well that your punishment would worsen if you moved an inch. 

You watched as Natasha slowly tore her clothes off, purposely taking a little longer than usual, to see if you’d disobey her, but to her surprise, you didn’t.

Even as she walked over to the closet and pulled out your favorite strap-on, attaching the harness to her waist, you didn’t budge. 

Natasha was impressed, but she wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of knowing that. 

The redhead stalked over to you, where you still kneeled in front of the bed. You let out a squeal when she harshly gripped your hair, pulling your face towards the toy. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Suck.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You didn’t have to be told twice as you gripped the base of the cock, running your tongue around the tip teasingly, but a grunt from Natasha and a needy thrust of her hips, put a stop to your teasing. 

Nat shoved the entire length into your mouth in one swift motion, smiling at the sound of your gags as the strap hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes quickly. 

“You better get to work and make mommy cum before I really give you something to cry about and fuck you with no preparation.” 

You focused on breathing through your nose, nodding against her cock before pulling your mouth completely off of the strap, slamming back onto the strap. 

Each time the strap hit the back of your throat, the base of the cock would rub against Nat’s clit, providing her pleasure as well. 

Her moans encouraged you to keep going. You didn’t want to disappoint your mommy. So, you took a deep breath through your nose and took the entire length into your mouth, and held it there for a few seconds. 

Natasha looked down and groaned at the sight of you on your knees, droll trailing down your mouth and chin, your beautiful gags filling the silence of the room. 

You pulled back halfway and repeatedly slammed down onto her cock, sucking as hard as you could. Even though you knew Nat couldn’t feel it, what you did know was that she went crazy over the sounds, and you were right. 

The redhead gripped both sides of your head and began to pound the strap into your mouth, fucking your face as fast as she could. 

“Fuck, baby. Mommy’s gonna cum for you. You’re so good with your mouth. Gonna fill that slutty mouth with my cum.” 

Natasha muttered out and with a few more thrusts, she came with a silent moan. You felt the fake cum fill your mouth and hastily swallowed everything. 

You looked up and watched as your girlfriend’s head flew back and her eyes fluttered shut, the hands on your head were shaking as she was overcome with bliss. 

When the Russian relaxed, she yanked you off of her cock, reveling in the coughs that followed after the action.

She smirked in satisfaction. The thought of your throat being sore tomorrow from her cock had Natasha eager to fuck you, and that’s exactly what she planned on doing. 

“You look so pretty like this, honey. Covered in spit, cum, and tears like a dumb whore. Open.”

You opened your mouth at Natasha’s command. She gripped your jaw and spit into your mouth, wiping away a few drops of cum that you failed to swallow.

“Swallow, strip, and get on all fours. Face down and ass up, baby.” 

You immediately swallowed and stood up. You tore your clothing off at lightning speed before practically jumping onto the bed in excitement. Natasha let out a dark chuckle as you did so.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too excited, slut. I’m gonna destroy this sweet pussy.” 

You closed your eyes and shuttered as Natasha teasingly rubbed the strap against your slit. 

“Please, mommy. Please fuck me with your cock.” You begged, but you quickly learned that was a bad move, when Natasha’s hand landed a hard smack against your ass. 

She spanked you a few more times, her blows getting harder as she continued. By the time she was finished, you were shuddering and crying as she rubbed the red skin. 

“Whores don’t get to beg. You take what mommy gives you and deal with it. Understood?” 

You nodded against the bed, your face buried into the mattress. You made sure to mumble a ‘yes mommy’ to avoid more spanks. 

Suddenly, all the air was knocked out of your lungs when Natasha slammed the cock deep into your entrance. 

Her hands gripped your waist tightly as she set off with a brutal pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your whorish moans resounded throughout the bedroom. 

“Fuck, baby. No matter how many times I stretch out this pussy with my big cock, you’re still so tight. Such a cockwhore.” 

Natasha grunted out as she continued her relentless thrusting. You were practically bouncing on her dick from the force of her thrusts. 

“Your cockwhore, mommy.” You turned your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the plush mattress, as you tried to catch your breath. 

Natasha gripped the base of your neck and yanked you up, your back flush against her chest. Her grip was tight as she rutted into you. 

“My cockwhore? That’s right, you’re my little slut, nothing but a hole for mommy to fuck. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You were panting, feeling lightheaded from the slight restriction she provided to your airways. 

“Yes! Yes, mommy. All my holes are yours to fuck. Only yours.” 

You were completely overtaken by the pleasure. She continued to ram the strap into your pussy and the squelching sounds turned you on even more.

“Cum on mommy’s cock, whore. Let everyone know that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” 

Natasha’s other hand reached around to rub tight circles onto your clit, the speed of her thrusts increasing until you came around her cock with a loud scream of her name, ‘mommy,’ and some other words the redhead couldn’t understand. 

You breathed heavily as Natasha let go of your throat. You didn’t even have the strength to catch yourself. You just let your upper body fall onto the bed as Natasha gripped your hips again, keeping your lower half up for her dick. 

Natasha continued pounding into you. She was sweating from the effort it took, but she didn’t care. She’d continue to fuck you, even if it was the last thing she’d ever do. 

She admired the way your ass would bounce against her pelvis each time she bottomed out. She loved the redness of your skin, her handprints clearly visible from her slaps. 

One of her hands slid up your spine, absolutely loving the way your back was arched, taking every inch of the cock desperately. 

You winced as her fingernails dug into the skin of your back, scratching down your back. That was definitely going to leave behind some marks, not that you cared anyway. 

You loved when Natasha would leave marks on your body. It was as if she was claiming you. She wanted everyone to know that she owned you and that was a huge turn-on. 

“Your pussy is so desperate for mommy. I wish you could see how beautiful my cock looks inside of you, moya lyubov (my love).” 

You whined when Natasha slapped your ass each time she thrust into you. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. So, your squeals turned into moans. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall over the edge again. You let out an animalistic scream as you came. Your entire body froze and you swear you stopped breathing for a second as you succumbed to the pleasure. 

Natasha’s thrusts slowed and you let out a sigh of relief. You thought she was done, but oh, you were so fucking wrong. 

The redhead picked you up and flipped you onto your back, her cock still inside of you. She began to fuck you once more, and you looked up at her pleadingly.

“Mommy, I- I can’t take anymore. Please stop.” You begged your girlfriend, but she didn’t listen. She continued to thrust into you roughly, one of her hands coming up and wrapping around your throat. 

“You can and you will. Didn’t you say you were mommy’s cockwhore? And you’re begging me to stop fucking you? You’re pathetic.”

Natasha’s thrusts slowed, but they were still rough as she pounded into you. She was hitting all of your sweet spots with precision, her other hand finding its way to your hip.

You were extremely sensitive at this point. Each thrust had you twitching and wincing slightly. It had become too much, but you wanted to please her so bad, so you gave in. 

Natasha’s eyes lit up when she saw the bulge of her dick prodding through your stomach. She loved how deeply she could fuck you; it was exhilarating. 

“Mommy’s cock is so deep inside your pussy, honey.” The redhead growled out as the hand on your hip traveled up your body. She moaned as she felt the bulge of her dick in your stomach. It drove her wild and she was desperate to have you cumming against her again.

“Mommy’s gonna fill your pussy up with her cum. Gonna make you my little cumdump.” 

Natasha grunted as her hand reached down and rubbed your clit quickly. Your eyes shut open, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets tightly. You were biting your lips so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you drew blood. 

“Come on, honey. Coat mommy’s cock with your cum.” Natasha leaned down, still thrusting into you as she whispered filthily into your ear. 

Your vision blurred as you came. You were so exhausted that you couldn’t bring yourself to scream as you hit euphoria. Your back rose off of the mattress, your neck straining from the angle. 

The feeling of warm cum filling you up had you shuttering below the redhead. Natasha kept thrusting into you, pushing more of the cum deep inside of your pussy. 

You whined when Natasha pulled the strap out of your cunt, the sound of your wetness filling the room. The redhead threw the strap to some spot in the room, reminding herself to clean it later. 

You stared up at your girlfriend through glossy eyes as she hovered over you. Natasha licked some of the drool that had escaped your lips with the tip of her tongue and moaned. 

She stared down at you with a cocky smirk. You were completely fucked out, your body drenched in sweat as your hair clung to your forehead. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I told you I’d fuck you till you begged me to stop.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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Sneak peak!! :D

How's everyone doing? I have been pretty busy and tired recently but thanks for waiting and for being patient! :))💕 This isn't what I usually write- I felt ✨inspired✨ so I hope u enjoy the sneak peak ❤️

2012 fanon avengers when the assemble alarm goes off during their bi-weekly team dinner

HELP I JUST REALISED THAT IN OHIO MELINA SAID THAT SHE WANTED CAVIAR AND CHAMPAGNE DURING DINNER AND IN THE TRAILER NAT WATCHING THE JAMES BOND MOVIE WAS EATING CAVIAR😭😭😭 NATASHA JUST WANTS TO BE LIKE HER MAMA

Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

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

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina ’s posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy’s breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha’s thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

Keep reading

nat’s selfies >>>

The way she said sever the nerve rhymed w the music 😩

lord the sexiest scene i’ve ever seen in my whole life

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJgfUx1s/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJgfXcGN/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJgfH6up/

The first one...,,,🤰

THE FIRST OH MYG OFhifdc

BUT THE LAST??S??XSBHDB that scene was so cute omg 

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJgf5mHf/

This is natasha in swimming pool, glimmering darling🥰

no cuz ur absolutely right

black widow but it’s just chaos

(or: yelena belova being a child for 7 minutes straight)

Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

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

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina ’s posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy’s breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha’s thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

Keep reading

Speak Up Baby.

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha’s breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

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

It’s straight up just porn lmao💀 It was inspired by one of @nermalina ’s posts but I couldn’t find it😪 I just woke up when I posted this so apologies for any errors, I hope you enjoy :)💕

Asking for permission

The sounds of your whines and whimpers were smothered into mommy’s breasts as you suckled on them, the couples vibrator inside you sending waves of pleasure into your swollen clit and gspot. Your arms were tightly and expertly bound behind you by a stunning crimson red dyed jute rope. It managed to be soft and worn in, while still being rough enough to hold you still and to leave reddened marks.

The coolness of the bed sheets sank into your bare legs, a puddle of your cum dripping off Natasha’s thigh. Mommy had decided to try and see how many times you could cum before passing out after edging you for hours, and you had already done so about three times.

Keep reading

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.

Seera-Li Marvel Masterlist

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Natasha Romanoff

Show Mommy What You Got  NS*FW

Natasha your mommy, decides that you look stunning in lingerie she chose on a vacation in Amsterdam and decides to do something about it.

Warnings: Mommy Kink, WLW sex, implied age gap, reader has a pus*sy, reader wears a bra + panties, no pronouns are used for reader, edging, fingering, clitoral play, Natasha romanoff is referred to as Mommy multiple times, reader is called a sweet thing, Kotenok and sweet heart, author has no clue what Amsterdam is like

At Her Altar, As Her Worship Fluffy

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

Speak up baby NS*FW

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you.

Or

Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Warnings: Heavy general NS*FW themes, presumed mutual consent, presumed safe word, mommy kink, use of a vibrator on reader, use of a strap on- on reader, use of bondage (ropes) on reader, reader gets breasts played with, overstimulation, reader gets manhandled by Natasha, reader cries from pleasure and overstim, mentioned edging, reader begs to stop, clitoral and gspot over stimulation, reader sucks on Natasha's breasts, multiple orgasms, reader gets called a sl*ut, sweet heart, baby and kotenok, Natasha gets called mommy once, no pronouns are used for reader, reader has a pus*sy and breasts

Naughty girls NS*FW

You and your mommy, Natasha, have some fun during movie time. Until you misbehave.

Mommy kink, man handling, se*x toy usage (dildo), implied age gap, reader gets penetrated, vaginal penetration, coc*k warming, grinding, thigh riding, sex with clothes on, WLW sex, Natasha gives reader neck hickies, Reader gets called puppy, baby, honey and little girl, reader comes without permission, implied mutual consent, degradation, squirting, light begging, implied punishment, reader misbehaves, implied rules

To be continued...

Show Mommy What You Got.

Natasha your mommy, decides that you look stunning in lingerie she chose on a vacation in Amsterdam and decides to do something about it.

Warnings: Mommy Kink, WLW sex, implied age gap, reader has a pus*sy, reader wears a bra + panties, no pronouns are used for reader, edging, fingering, clitoral play, Natasha romanoff is referred to as Mommy multiple times, reader is called a sweet thing, Kotenok and sweet heart, author has no clue what Amsterdam is like

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

First fic! I hope you enjoy 🥰 Also thank you to @starsvck for helping me w imagining ideas and for teaching me how to use a read now lol I also wrote this while veryy tired after a biology test and after uni in 40ish minutes so sorry for any errors💕

Natasha sat on the edge of the far too fancy hotel bed, a coy cocky smirk playing on her red lips. "Show mommy what you got, sweet thing." You two had been tromping through the streets of Amsterdam during a small but nevertheless pleasant vacation.

A sharp stab of pleasure pools arousal thick and heavy between your thighs. Mommy had been teasing you all day at the mall and you could feel it in the way your pussy throbbed against the pretty, deep red panties that mommy had chosen for you. It had of course come with a matching bra.

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Half stumbling from desperation you straddled Natasha's lap, her deep green eyes gleamed and darkened hungrily as she raked them over your body. Her fingers reached up and began to gently play with the lacy hem of your panties, feather light touches sent pangs of pleasure straight to your sensitive pussy. Natasha's other hand snaked up your body to firmly grasp your chin, clasped between her thumb and forefinger. "Mommy please, I need you!" You cried out half delirious with overwhelming arousal.

Mommy hums gently, her lightly curled red locks tumbling over a tank top clad shoulder, leather jacket mysteriously vanished. "You look so pretty like this, Kotenok." Her hand finally slips into your panties, finger tip trailing through slick folds. Soon after, her roughened palm ground against your clit sending sharp sparks up your spine as two fingers slipped into you with no preamble. Pleasure burst in your pussy as you whimpered and moaned from Natasha's ministrations. You could hear the wet, obscene noises coming from your pussy.

A tight knot quickly grew in your tummy as mommy's hand pumped and ground down harder. "Ah!- mommy I can't I'm gonna-"

Before you finished begging Natasha's slick soaked hand slipped out. You sat on mommy's lap, legs trembling and pussy utterly soaked through your lacy panties. Your shocked eyes flick to mommy and she laughs softly. "C'mon sweet heart, don't you want to show me what other pretty panties you have?" Her eyes sparkled with amusement as though Natasha didn't know what she was doing.

Mommy gently pushes you off her lap and toward the general direction of the bathroom, leaving you unsatisfied and overwhelming aroused.