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Natasha Romanoff x reader /wandanat x reader

@blooodwords

pt.1) gonna kill you if you don't beat me to it *

you never wanted to be an avenger. now that you’ve been one (quite reluctantly) for a while, things are changing. and Natasha’s finally starting to figure you out — for better or for worse.

pt.2) home of blood and bone *

Natasha pries her way into your past, into your biology, and into your future. and you let her.

@anubvs

pt1) Airmail cocktails

You work at a restaurant frequented by mafia members, so why have you never met the boss until now?

pt2) A single moment

You finally met the big boss of the mob you service at your restaurant, but can someone really change before it's too late?

tasha x r

@clueless-sapphic

cookie flavored Kisses

tasha x r

@twilight-99-tm

Natasha Romanoff x reader drabble *

Limits*

Word count< 1900

Natasha might have crossed a line.

tasha x reader

@spiritualchange

Bestfriendsmomnat x reader *

@sapphosvioletts

cramps

Word count<572

Do you think you could write a one-shot where Nat’s daughter has really intense periods, and Nat helping her through them? You can decide if she’s autistic or not.

Natasha Romanoff x teen daughter reader

birthday girl

Word count< 512

Natasha celebrates her daughters birthday

Natasha Romanoff x teen daughter reader

never alone

Word count< 2625

Natasha had taken the girl under her wing after they saved her from Hydra, she was practically her mom now and saw the girl as her daughter. When her daughter can’t stop the thoughts running through her mind, telling her she’s ungrateful, that she should be happy, she has everything now and she shouldn’t be feeling like this; she takes sleeping pills, maybe too many, just wanting those thoughts to stop and her mind to be quiet. Natasha finds her in that state and they have a talk. No shitty “someone loves you so your depression is better now” trope ending because that’s not how it works lol

Natasha Romanoff x teen daughter reader

not real

Word count< 1674

Natasha’s daughter had looked for Yelena everywhere, only to find her at her mother’s grave. They talk and Yelena promises to be there for her, as they both express their emotions with the recent events. During their meeting, the person they least expect to show up makes an appearance, although her daughter is having a hard time believing it’s real.

Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova x autistic teen reader

writeasrain

never tear us apart

tasha x nb! r

@wandaromanova

reality

Word count< 3500

Y/N and Natasha get off to a somewhat rocky start, but the pursuit of happiness is never smooth sailing.

tasha x reader

my hero

Word count< 1100

Natasha comes home from a mission and is moved by what she finds.

tasha x reader

my babies

Word count<1000

Natasha gets a surprise visit from her two favorite people in the world.

tasha x reader

stress relief*

Word count<2500

Y/N had a rough day training some new recruits. She ends up relieving her stress, but not in the way she expected.

Natasha Romanoff x reader

pt1) mile high club*

Word count<2100

Y/N and Natasha have an eventful trip home after a mission.

pt2) I told you*

Word count<1800

Natasha is a woman of her word.

tasha x reader

Wake up call*

Word count<2000

Natasha comes up with the perfect wake-up call for her girlfriend.

tasha x reader

reward*

Word count<2000

The aftermath of teasing is the greatest reward.

tasha x reader

pt1) masterpiece

Word count<3500

The aftermath of teasing is the greatest reward.

pt2) breathtaking

Word count< 2000

tasha x reader

all along

Word count< 2300

Natasha takes training a little too seriously and ends up hurting her crush, Y/N L/N, but maybe the situation isn’t as bad as it seems.

tasha x reader

domestic type

Word count<1100

The Avengers need a safe house to lay low in. Luckily, Natasha knows the perfect place.

tasha x reader

new favorite

Word count<1100

Y/N sees a spider that reminds her of her famous girlfriend; The Black Widow

tasha x reader

flawed

Word count<4500

There’s a silver lining to Wanda’s unfaithfulness.

tasha x reader

@thesecretwriter

pt1) tension *

A night out with your friends, drinks and truth or dare leads to the woman on your mind being rather possessive of you, you’re finally getting what you want.

pt2) tension *

After calling it a night, Natasha asked you to take her home, upon arriving at her apartment, she tells you to come up with her. What does she have in mind?

tasha x reader

Daddy Nat*

While at another one of Tony’s parties, Natasha finds herself watching your interactions with Carol while she was with Steve, Bucky and Sam. While you and Natasha have been together for 2 years, Carol still flirted with you, yet you didn’t really flirt back. You just continued to be normal. An hour after watching you and Carol from afar, Natasha takes you to your shared room to remind you who you belong to.

tasha x reader

@winterwidow17

spreading your Wings

Word count< 745

Y/n wings are cramping up but the team has never seen them. She doesn't wanna cause a scene, but Natasha has a solution.

tasha x reader

@agentofbarnes

can I touch you*

Petal asking if she can kiss/suck/bite Nat's tits. C-can I touch?

tasha x reader

@starsvck

pt1) diet mountain dew*

drugs and alcohol are involved, you and Natasha need to pee, which somehow led to the two of you fucking in Tony’s bed.

pt2) diet mountain dew*

Natasha apologizes for what she did at the part

Ketonok(series masterlist) *

she’s way older than you but that doesn’t seem to be a problem for the both of you when she decides to fuck you one day. nsfw. older!nat, younger! Reader.

tasha x reader

@officialcharactersimp

helping hand(s)*

word count<800

step moms Wanda and Nat come home to find their 19 year old touching theirself and moaning Wanda and nats names? (reader has a vagina and is a huge bottom)

wandanat x reader

nervous breakdown

nervous breakdown; reader is v upset; Wanda taking care of reader; no smut; sadboi hours for reader

Wanda x reader

graduation gift(on going series)

pt1) graduation gift

word count<2800

pt2) you break beautifully

word count<2000

pt3) progress until punished

word count<2200

pt4) mending & amends

word count<3000

You never liked your stepmother, but you never expected her to do anything like this

darktasha x reader

@agentofbarnes

widows bite

Natasha Romanoff showed you a whole new world when you thought for sure that you were going to be stuck at dead end forever.

tasha x reader

@nermalina

mommy Nat blurb

professor/mommy! Nat explaining things to sub! Reader in class and reader 100% gets it. once readers goes into little space at home Nat tries to explain things differently

mommy tasha x reader

@kingpreciouswrld

Why Would you do that

Word count<1200

can you write reader being the big,bad scary soldier and Natasha is like head over heels for them and one day while the team is bonding Natasha boops their nose and everyone went quiet until reader says “…did you just boop me?do it again”

tasha x reader

@aquamarinescarlet

you Were blue

Word count<2300

Telling stories from your childhood with the Avengers brings some feelings to light.

tasha x reader

@yellowvxbes

late at night

word count<512

You can’t sleep and want to watch cartoons, while Natasha just wants to sleep.

tasha x reader

a little secret

word count<952

You had been keeping to age regression a secret from your girlfriend, but when she comes home unexpectedly, it can’t be a secret anymore.

Natasha Romanoff x reader

@seera-li

speak up baby*

word count< ?

Mommy decides to test your limits. It will of course, be fun for you. Or Natasha fucks you until you cry.

Natasha Romanoff x reader

@starksbabie

chronically in love with you

Nat takes care of a chronically ill reader.

tasha x reader

@wandaswifeyforlifey

just a risky move

word count< 713

You, Nat, Steve, Clint and Tony had just got off the Quinjet after a mission but Nat wouldn’t get off your back about a risky move you made during the fight

tasha x reader

@lilian-maximoff

Natty? where have you gone to?

word count< ?

Nat tries her best to catch Y/n's eye but in her mind, she fails, which causes Y/n to go looking for her little redhead.

Natasha Romanoff x reader

@arelyitsherec8

I've got issues

word count<?

Y/n started dating Natasha, it was very unexpectedly, but it had been so beautiful. But what happens when they move in together?

Natasha Romanoff x reader

@lostalioth

soft Kisses*

Word count<?

i just want the soft assassin to take care of me after fucking me senseless okay

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Wanda x reader

@officialcharactersimp

sissy Wanda(on going series)*

sissy

word count< 1400

You thought you hated your older stepsister, but you were very wrong

darkwanda x reader

if you go his series master list all the parts will be there

Yelena Belova x reader

@ynscrazylife

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Yelena struggles to deal with her girlfriend Y/N having a simple cold so she calls in reinforcements.

Yelena Belova x reader

Natasha Romanoff x reader(platonic) and Melina Vostokoff x reader(platonic)

@rachaelswrites

prank war

word count<822

Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader and Yelena Belova x teen reader

@kassies-take

death by duvet

Word count< 1638

After a night to remember, Yelena is left to clean the sheets. She has some trouble.

Yelena Belova x reader

@subdaddyfreyr

Because i Love you

Word count< 590

So basically Yelena Belova x reader where reader wants Yelena to know how much she loves her so she puts chocolate and surprises in the pockets of her vest and maybe even puts little notes in there

Yelena Belova x reader

The recruit(on going series(all parts should be linked in the first part)

team work is never in Yelena’s vocabulary but of course, her new job changes that.

Yelena Belova x reader

more to comes

i read your dog tags fic and i have always thought the whole dog tags thing is hot but you think you could do one w natasha? an au where she was a soldier or wte and just a different plot or something idc i just think it’d be so hot for natasha

i don't really know about soldier type stuff so i did it as though she got the dog tags from working at shield - hope that's okay anyway :)

original dog tags fic with carol danvers is here

quiet

natasha romanoff x reader

warnings - smut; daddy kink, thigh riding, necklace as a gag, top!natasha, kinda sex in a public place, i think that's it

word count - 1149

The mission today had been emotionally exhausting for you considering your history with Hydra, having to go back to the base you’d been imprisoned in until just a few years ago. It had gone well though, nobody was injured, you just felt a little down.

You sighed as you slumped into the seat beside Natasha, instantly seeking comfort by resting your head on her shoulder, she kissed your head as you nuzzled into her neck readying for the long flight back.

“You okay, princess?” She murmured against you, feeling the shrug you gave her in response, trailing her fingers over your back down to your hip. “Want me to make you feel better?”

You hummed against her neck pressing a kiss to the skin beneath her ear, “Please daddy, make me feel good.” You mumbled beside her ear with a pout, she choked back a groan at the back of her throat at the words, digging her fingers into your hip to pull you up with her.

Neither of you paid any mind to the others, not caring of any funny looks you may have been receiving as she pulled you towards a secluded area of the quinjet out of sight; she pushed your back against a wall peppering kisses over your face, melding her lips with yours eagerly.

She held you by your waist as she kissed along your jaw, grazing her teeth over your skin as you held her close to your body, desperately clinging to her as though she could float away. Your needy hands wandered, fiddling with the zip of her tactical suit and tugging it down letting your hands brush over the soft skin of her chest, the glistening silver metal of her dog tags she’s worn since she joined Shield dangling against her, resting in the valley of her breasts.

She held the back of your head when you kissed across the skin, sucking at the flesh of her breasts that spilled out of the top of her bra, letting you revel in the taste of her skin - wanting anything to help you feel better. She yanked you back by your hair with a hiss at an overly eager bite to her skin, a dark mark no doubt being left behind.

You pouted to her innocently with your lips swollen red, mischievous smirk tugging at your mouth when she looked at you with a glare, eyes darkened and lustful. She pulled the zip of your suit, yanking the material down your body exposing your bra clad torso, closing the space between you with her lips attacking your neck. She slipped her hand beneath your bra, roughly pinching your nipple between her thumb and finger with a twist only tugging on it more at the sound of a whimper falling from your lips.

“So pretty baby, falling apart under my touch like this already. You’re desperate, hm?” She rasped, her lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“Mhm, just wanna feel good. Make me forget, daddy - please.” You pleaded, goosebumps raising over your skin when she scratched her nails down your body pushing your suit further past your hips.

“Focus on me, princess. By the end of the night you’ll know nothing but my name.”

Your hips bucked up into hers involuntarily at the way she growled out her words before crashing her lips to yours, frenzied and eager kisses as she danced her fingers beneath the hem of your underwear, teasingly stroking over your clit.

“I need you, Natty, please.” You whined out in frustration, feeling her smirk against your chest as she slid her fingers through your wet slit, plunging two fingers into you without a warning. You gasped out at the contact, her digits immediately curling inside you, brushing against your g-spot and the heel of her palm perfectly positioned over your clit.

You put all of your focus into trying to be quiet, trying to be consumed only by the way Natasha pumped her fingers into you with a sublime rhythm and her lips kissed over your neck but the added pang of arousal from the grunt she let out beside your ear made it impossible to swallow the moan at the back of your throat. She’d positioned herself over your thigh, grinding on your leg in a way that had her suit rubbing against her clit magnificently.

She stilled all movement to look at you with green eyes glazed over with arousal, “Quiet, baby - can’t have the others hearing all your pretty sounds.” She murmured, bringing the pendant of her dog tags to your lips. “Open.” She instructed, shoving the metal past your lips watching as you latched your lips around it with a suck. “Good girl, baby, stay quiet for daddy.”

The metal was cold against your tongue, clicking under your teeth as you bit into it to quell the feeble whimpers begging to tumble past your lips. Your nails dug into her shoulder blades as her fingers pulled you closer and closer to your climax and your face grew hot at the way you could hear her fingers pushing into you; she could feel how wet you were, how close you were, slowing her movements agonisingly.

“Hold it, baby, wanna cum with you.” She breathed, her hips moving rapidly in stuttered pushes along your thigh, her breath growing heavier by the minute.

When she could feel her orgasm fast approaching she quickened her pushes into you, your hips bucked forward to match her rhythm, chasing your release by grinding your aching clit against her palm. Natasha muffled her loud moan as she came with a harsh bite into the flesh of your shoulder, harsh enough to draw blood in tooth mark grooves, low whimpers at the back of her throat as she tried to catch her breath.

“That’s it, princess.” She cooed as she felt a gush of wetness over her fingers, your hips still moving lazily against her as the overwhelming pleasure brought tears to your eyes; biting down hard onto the pendant in your mouth with a pull that dug the chain into the back of her neck. “So good, so good for me angel.” She praised, planting kisses over your warm cheeks, holding your limp body up as your chest rose and fell in a chase for oxygen.

She pulled the necklace from your mouth gently, a string of saliva following it and coating your swollen lips, brushing stray hairs out of your face. She held your waist as she pulled her fingers from you, pleased at how they glistened in the light, humming in delight as she sucked your cum from them, looking forward to tasting you properly later.

“Thank you.” You mumbled out meekly, returning the smile Natasha gave you easily.

“My pleasure, baby.” She smirked. “I was only getting started. I’m gonna fuck every thought out of that pretty head.”

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. 

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“Suck.” 

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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. 

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

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You were Natasha’s neighbor, and the two of you grew very close. She even memorized your schedule. So, when you deviated from it, Nat became very worried. What happens when you show up at her door, and the flood gates open?

Author’s Note: This is sort of ooc for nat, but i enjoyed writing my own take on her character.

The moon sat high in the sky, casting a pale glow that made distant buildings look dreamy; as if they belonged to another universe, close yet unattainable.

Frigid air swept through an open window. It was purposeful; cold air kept the body alert.

Bright red digits encased in glass displayed 6:57. It was late; you were late.

It made a coil tighten in Nat’s chest.

Being late was unlike you, and if you were, a sweet text would be sent to Nat’s phone. A text that often never received a reply.

Making and maintaining a schedule was drilled into Nat’s head when imprisoned by the Red Room. Naturally, it made thick composure wear thin when anything went off track, even if it didn’t concern her.

Sure, it was a problem, but it didn’t bother you. Or, you never mentioned that it did.

Typically, you were home by around five or six, six-thirty being the latest on most days.

Your banged-up shoes would scuff their way up the cracked steps, or catch themselves on the crevice between the elevator and carpet. A worn canvas bag would take its rightful place beside your front door, the door soon clicking shut.

At around seven, you would shuffle across the hall, your usual bright bunny slippers contrasting with the drab carpet that you complained about endlessly.

Delicate knuckles would drag over Nat’s door; and you presented a sweetly-crooked smile. Nat would always pretend you interrupted something, never admitting she nervously waited near the door like a lost puppy for those three knocks.

Tonight, those three knocks were nowhere to be heard.

Every minute that went by made Nat’s skin crawl. Tension furrowed in every muscle; digging into bone. She knew it was silly; creepy even. You weren’t hers to worry about. You were her neighbor, just that. Sure, you two grew close. But you were neighbors, not lovers.

Nat knew she was too attached. Emotional attachments were a risky business for an ex-assassin turned ex-Avenger. They got messy, fast. But, something about you made her logical brain short circuit. When with you, her emotional side took over.

She wasn’t guarded with you. She was herself. That confident persona she wore everyday crumbled away, leaving her true self. On the inside, Nat was an introvert. Quiet, reserved, and shy.

Everyday Nat wondered how you brought this out in her; why she didn’t build those walls right back up. Maybe it was your smile, or your laugh.

Lost in thought, Nat’s busy mind didn’t notice the scraping of shoe soles on wood, or the jingling of keys across the hallway, or the door clicking shut.

After tossing and turning, Nat eventually fell asleep. Sleep never came easy, no, but it came especially harder with the absence of your three knocks.

The anxieties of the day — night, more like it — presented themselves in nightmares. Ordinarily, the subject of the movie behind her lids were predictable; the Red Room’s cream colored walls, tests, and missions were the common actors. Familiarly unknown faces taunted her, begging for their life that was soon to be snuffed out.

This time was different, however. Your face was the main character. Your wide eyes and scarlet blood the backdrop, your whimpers and desperate cries the soundtrack.

Snapping awake, Nat’s chest heaved with heavy fear. Blood coursed through her body faster than ever before, coating her face and body with pink hues.

Three, albeit softer, knocks came from the door. Scurrying out of the sweat-stained sheets, Nat headed for the door. Nat twisted the handle, nearly tearing it off.

There you were, in all of your glory.

You donned fuzzy pajama pants, a tight crop top, and bright blue bunny slippers. A passive smile tugged at your pink lips. The sight nearly made Nat melt.

Relief displayed itself on her features. You were here, safe and sound. Before she could stop herself, Nat pulled you into a tight hug.

Embarrassment quickly crept up her spine. Why was she hugging you? She never hugged you. You hugged her. Not the other way around.

Realizing her odd behavior, Nat pulled away.

“Are you okay?” Doe eyes pierced into her tired blue ones.

A curt nod followed your words. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Of course, you could see right through Nat’s lies. Not many people were able to do that, but to you she was an open book.

Nat liked it. Even if she wasn’t forthcoming, it felt nice to have someone that knew her. That saw her for what she was, not who everyone made her to be.

Knowing you felt nice. Peaceful, even.

You weren’t scared of her. If anything, you felt safe in Nat’s company. To you, wasn’t the infamous ex-Avenger, she was simply your neighbor. Someone to watch movies with, and to have taste-test recipes.

“Okay, if you say so.” Nat quickly glanced down, avoiding your all-knowing gaze. “You’re not busy, are you?”

Her eyes snapped back to yours. “No, uh, ‘course not.” A dry laugh left her lips. “What’s up?”

Shifting your weight around, you fiddled with the black strings of your pajama pants. “Not much. Just got lonely s’all. Missed seeing you earlier.”

You were clearly nervous, which was slightly bewildering. The amount of which you loved visiting Nat was stated many times. Why were you so timid all of a sudden?

Brows furrowed, Nat pulled the door open wider. “If you missed me so much.” Her voice was playful, something of which it barely was. Reveling in this, you bounced into her apartment.

It was nothing to write home about. The walls were void of any decoration, and furniture was scarce. A simple gray couch sat in the center of the living room, adjacent to a TV stand with a fairly large television balanced on top. A mahogany coffee table sat between the two, slightly scuffed at the edges due to wear and tear.

The kitchen was even more bare, inside the cabinets and out. Nat only possessed two forks, spoons, knives, plates, bowls, cups, and one cutting board. Half of these she got because of you. How would she have you over for dinner with only one of everything?

The couch was as soft as always. Both of you relaxed into the couch cushions, basking in each other’s company.

Nat took the remote and switched on the TV. It was preset to your favorite channel, since she only had reason to watch anything when you were around. It felt…wrong, to watch it without you.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence. Nat stole occasional glances, studying your profile. She admired how your jaw hung slightly open, completely entranced in whatever show was playing. White light bounced off of your face, making every one of your perfect features shine.

“It’s not polite to stare, you know.”

Coughing, Nat snapped her head towards the screen. “m’sorry.” Arms crossed, she pushed closer into the couch. Hopefully, it would swallow Nat whole and let her have her sweet escape.

“Just kidding, y’know. I don’t mind it.” A tender smile plastered your face, voice remaining as soft as ever.

Nat kept her eyes trained on the screen, jaw tight in embarrassment.

“Hey.” Your muted voice floated into Nat’s ears, immediately making her tense jaw muscle relax.

You had a foreign effect on her. You could wind her up and cool her down, almost in an instant.

Nat’s wide eyes met yours. “You know I don’t care, right? It happens all the time, I would’ve been worried if you didn’t stare a bit.” The more your sunshine-smile came out, the more Nat’s icy walls melted.

What were you doing to her? Why did she feel this way? Why were you doing this?

The visits, the dinners, the early-morning breakfasts, the movie nights, the sleepovers where you would wake up in each other’s arms; never bringing it up afterwards. Why?

Every minute with you was torture. Every minute you dangled something in front of her, something she knew was unattainable.

Every minute that you weren’t hers was a minute of pure agony.

The smiles, laughs, and soft touches the two of you shared gave Nat a taste of what it felt like to be purely and wholly loved.

Even if she knew it wasn’t actual love; it was what she wanted it to be.

Tears slid down Nat’s cheeks. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. All she wanted was you; and you were giving her just barely enough to breathe.

“Nat, what’s wrong? Did I say something?” Your hands ventured to her cheeks, caressing her face. It felt like every other time you touched her. It hollowed her out, leaving her raw, unabashed self.

“Why are you…” Nat’s voice faltered. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

Confusion and worry festered itself on your features. Head tilting, you shifted closer to her on the sofa. “Doing what?” Worry was evident in your hushed voice.

Nat swallowed the lump in her throat, sniffling slightly. “Everything. The- The hugs. The movie nights. The visits. Why?” Taking in a shaky breath, Nat looked away with her eyes clenched shut. “I don’t understand. You- You do all of these things, Why?”

Her heart was shattered, along with the walls she had spent so long building. How could such a simple person, do such simple things, and cause such a catastrophic result?

Sighing, your hands dropped to your lap; eyes still locked onto her pained ones. “I don’t know. You’ve just- You’ve taken me over. Every day I think about you. What you’re doing, if you’ve eaten, how you’re feeling. I can’t go a minute without thinking about you.”

Nat’s eyes slowly opened, meeting yours once again. “I thought you’d never feel the same way I do. So I took what I could get. I don’t want to lose you. I- I can’t. Not yet.”

Those words were the ones Nat had dreamed about. It was as if you glued her heart back together.

Grinning, Nat pulled you forward and wrapped her arms around your waist. Her head was tucked into your neck, with your hands soon finding their way to the back of it.

Staying there for a while, entangled on the couch, the two of you swiftly feel asleep. Every worry dissipated.

No more words needed to be said. The both of you understood exactly what this embrace meant. It held an apology, and a promise of a future.

The Red Room (Part III)

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Summary:

❝a heart that’s been broken it’s a heart that’d been loved❞  

Y/n was stripped of her childhood, taken away from her mother, and forced to join The Red Room, where she met Natasha. But years later after Natasha’s escape, their path met again. Would they go back to what they had before or did everything crumpled down the day Natasha left?

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WARNING: contain smut

Chapter III - End Before The Start

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no i wanted to say u but that sounds weird so i said ur

I- okay? 😭 I mean like.. I appreciate it?

Gentleness

Soft!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Fluff, Natasha gets a migraine and tries to hide it. Based on a lovely request.

Natasha was definitely sick. You noticed in the morning, but you were wise enough now not to point it out.

When she could barely keep her eyes open during lunch, Natasha finally admitted that she had a headache. 

You rubbed small circles on Natasha’s back, filled with quiet concern as her shoulders hunched forward with discomfort. 

You didn’t correct her, but you knew it wasn’t just a headache. 

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dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light - N.R.

(Part of my Red (Taylor's Version) fics)

Song - All Too Well

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - You can't sleep so Natasha calms you in the way she knows helps best -- I just love soft Nat so much and her singing to you would be so comforting and cute omg

Warnings - none, pure fluff :')

Word Count - 1003

You couldn't sleep. Lying on your back with a frustrated huff and staring up at the glow in the dark stars and planets stickers you'd dotted around; Natasha laughed one day as she walked into your shared bedroom to find you balancing on a chair that you had balanced on your bed, tongue poked out of your mouth in concentration as you stuck them up one by one. She helped you keep your balance, not entirely thrilled at the childish décor you were pasting over what once was her ceiling but loving it - and you - nonetheless.

You looked to the figure beside you, the redhead sleeping peacefully lying on her side with her hands tucked beneath her cheek, squishing her face in such an adorable way. You smiled at how sweet she looked, truly enamoured by the woman next to you; the way her soft and gentle side is reserved for you, the way she slowly opened herself up to you and let you love her and see her vulnerable. You felt privileged and lucky to be hers the same way she was yours.

You'd been unable to sleep for a while now, tossing and turning but not being able to switch your mind off enough to doze off. And your stomach was begging for a midnight snack - who are you to refuse? You moved carefully so as to not knock into Natasha as you climbed out of bed, the large t-shirt you were wearing falling to your mid thigh and the rest of your legs bare.

You tiptoed to the door, pulling it open as quietly as possible whilst checking on the woman behind you - she was still sleeping soundly, success. You continued your actions in an equally silent manner, shutting cupboards and drawers with the utmost care as you fetched out what you needed, working in the dark as you knew your way round in such a state. Slowly placing the plate onto the counter to minimise and noise, spreading peanut butter onto some bread for a sandwich - Nat will be so jealous, you thought with a smirk, taking a bite.

The downside to peanut butter sandwiches though is how dry they are, so you went to the fridge seeking the container of orange juice. Though, as you were searching you felt a warm presence by your hand. Turning, you saw the smug face of your girlfriend retreating from the sandwich in your hand which now had another large bite missing from it, you gasped mockingly with a shake of your head as she held back a laugh - both of you keeping quiet as the others slept.

"Trouble sleeping, krasivaya dorogaya?" She whispered as you poured some of the juice into a glass.

"Yeah and I wanted a snack." You returned, making her smile.

"You could have woken me." She added, taking the glass from your hand and taking a sip - she knows you have trouble sleeping and there's one thing she does that helps calm you enough to grow sleepy.

"I couldn't, you looked too cute." You smiled, looking at her smiling back at you, face illuminated by the glow of the light streaming from the open refrigerator. You walked back to the fridge to put the container of juice back, taking another bite of your sandwich and giving the rest to Natasha who took it happily and finished it off. "How can you look so good when you've just woken up in the middle of the night?" You questioned, cupping her cheek in your palm. "A masterpiece." You whispered, a blush and a grin crawling across her cheeks before she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

She separated your mouths but kept your foreheads pressed together, her hands holding softly onto your waist as she began to sway your bodies side to side. You turned your head, resting it on her chest so her chin rested on your head, your hands looping around her body and holding onto her back. You gently swayed from left to right, Natasha's soothing voice breaking the silence as she began to lowly sing.

For you, there'll be no more crying

For you, the sun will be shining

And I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

She sang the lyrics in just above a whisper, so serene and tender as you held onto her. The thoughts racing throughout your head slowly fading away as she brought your focus to her, listening to the peaceful singing of the love of your life.

To you, I'll give the world

To you, I'll never be cold

'Cause I feel that when I'm with you

It's alright, I know it's right

You couldn't help but quietly hum along to her words, smiling into her chest as she stroked your hair, bodies still swaying in a placid dance as you held onto one another - no other place you'd rather be.

And the songbirds are singing,

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before

You were finally feeling peaceful, smiling against her skin as your eyes slowly grew heavier.

And I wish you all the love in the world

But most of all, I wish it from myself

She walked you back to your room, holding you from behind with her hands tightly holding around your waist and her chin resting on your shoulder, pressing small kisses on your cheek every few steps. Climbing into bed behind you and going back to holding you as soon as you lay on your side, with your back pressed against her front and her legs entwined with yours. Her fingers softly stroking strands of your hair as she whispered the last lines of the song, you eyes drifting closed not long before she fell back to sleep.

And the songbirds keep singing

Like they know the score

And I love you, I love you, I love you

Like never before, like never before,

Like never before

Translation krasivaya dorogaya - beautiful darling ALSO the song used was Songbird by Fleetwood Mac :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTi19MPOvDw

Natasha: In February you’re supposed to be in the house, violently moisturising, punching the window to threaten the plow. Nobody smiles in February!!

(Bonus)

Wanda: What’s wrong with her?

Y/N: She’s cold.

Wanda: But she’s Russian-?

Y/N: Don’t even get me started.

Shame

Warnings: mommy kink, size kink, smut, swearing etc

Natasha loves the fact that you’re smaller than her, she absolutely revels in it but, of course, she’d never tell you that... The redhead has always been the smallest of the avengers so when you came around she would always tease you about your height (even though you were only a few inches shorter than her).

It was always “hey tiny” or “how’s the weather down there?” with Natasha. You assumed she taunted you about your height because she genuinely didn't like it. She probably thought it was childish to be a full grown adult and 5’2. And at first you didn’t say anything, not wanting to anger the intimidating woman, but after a while you two became quite close and you started to fire your own taunts, “well you would know considering we’re the same height, Tasha.”

Those words stunned the assassin; she didn’t expect the nickname so her cheeks flushed a deep red, which you picked up on. Not long after that, you started dating. Obviously, you confessed your feelings for the woman first- you knew if it was up to her, she would never come clean- and she returned those same feelings.

As the relationship progressed and you started to learn about her characteristics, you made the assumption that your girlfriend had a somewhat kinky side. With the way she carried herself around the others, she definitely had a dominant personality in the bedroom...which you was most certainly correct about!

You had discovered a whole different side to Tasha that only you knew about. You felt privilege and yet confused; you felt as if there was a whole new depth to her character you haven’t seen until now...

Here you were, ankles and wrists wrapped in red silk attached to each bedposts. If it wasn’t clear, Nat liked you tied down; completely and utterly helpless to her touch.

Lewd noises of the redhead’s strap thrusting into you at an inhuman pace-accompanied with your whorish moans- filled the almost silent room. Tasha’s sex playlist playing from the sound system with her red led lights on display. The occasional grunt from the woman above you joined in whenever her clit brushed at the right angle against the strap.

“Fuck, baby. Your tight pussy is gonna make me cum. Such a sweet pussy. All for me.” Natasha loved sex talk; always reminding you about how good you look, feel and taste. She was always calling you cute little nicknames as she brings you to climax, and even when she allowed you to return the favour.

On the other hand, she adored degrading you. She adored making you cry at her venomous words as she fucked you stupid. But, she only reserved those titles for when you were a bad girl and needed to be punished...

“Oh. Shit, Tasha. I-I’m gonna cum.” Your first orgasm almost washes over you; however, she had different ideas and pulled out before you could slip. Snaking a hand around your throat she applies little pressure, letting you know she was pissed.

“What did you call me?!” She seethes through her teeth. Sheer fury with a tinge of lust swirling in her eyes as she pins you beneath her weight like a predator with its prey.

You don’t know what you did wrong.

You always moaned her name as you came.

You thought that was what she liked...

Countless thoughts raced through your mind about what you had allegedly done wrong and Natasha had seen, so she relieved you of your mounting stress.

“When we’re in here doing this...” She harshly snaps her hips, driving the head of the toy up against your sensitive walls. You throw your head back in euphoria, unintentionally letting a carnal growl escape from within.

“It’s mommy, little one.”

Mommy...that’s new. You whisper to no one, anxious she might overhear you. Fear brews in the pit of your stomach, but excitement overpowers it, and a wide grin forms on your face. This is what you’ve been waiting for.

“I’m sorry... mommy.”

Your girlfriend groans audibly at the way you whine her new name. She couldn't stop herself from thrusting back into you, slowly at first but gradually picking up the pace. She couldn’t rip her eyes from you; the way your tits bounced in time to her thrusts, your gaping mouth as threads of incoherent words and moans tumbled, your shuddering muscles that rippled beneath her finger pads.

The hand pinning your thighs apart moves to grip your jaw. She pushes her thumb in your mouth, waiting to see how you react. But you know what she wants. So you suck the digit, swirling your pink tongue around it, lathering it with your saliva as a light “hmm” vibrates against the pad. Natasha’s light green irises turn into a dark emerald shade, raging lust even more evident.

“Open.”

She spits in your mouth, no need to instruct you what to do next since you've already swallowed, your eyes rolled far back in your head.

“Look at your pretty little pussy. So pink and fluffy...hmm, take me so good, baby.”

“Only for y-you, mommy.” You whine out with her thumb still deep in your mouth, on the brink impending orgasm. Unfortunately, Natty pulls her entire body away from you once again and this time you can’t help but let out a loud whine of frustration.

“Hey! Don’t start that shit with me, little girl.” Your head jerked to the side, and your cheek burned from the connection of Tasha's palm, as well as the fresh tears - mixed with your running mascara - streaming from your eyelids. Her poisonous words stinged even more so than the slap. It seems as if you’ve discovered another one of her kinks...

“For that, you’re gonna ride my cock...like a good, little slut.” She trails her fingers over your reddened cheek before releasing you from her silky restraints and situating herself against the pillows, so she can yank you onto her lap.

Still stunned from the slap, you failed to notice her aligning your core with the strap until she pushed you down, stretching your tight walls once again. You cry out - the loudest you had done this whole night- which spurs on the redhead to rock your hips agonisingly slow.

“Oh no, pretty girl...you’re so tight. You’re too little for me, huh? So small and precious... let mommy help you.” She moves to rub fast circles on your swollen clit. Involuntarily, you rut up to meet Tasha’s fingers, wedging the strap even deeper.

Ahh so she does like my size...she likes it a lot more than she lets on. You wonder to yourself. You wouldn’t dare say your thoughts aloud unless you wanted the assassin to spank your ass black and blue, and still not let you cum. The addicting pleasure of her cock inside you, her digits circling harder on your bundle of nerves and her powerful hips rolling into yours knock you out of your deep trance.

“That’s it, printessa. So beautiful. Riding me like this. So eager...fuck, I could cum just by watching you.” Her praises spur you on and you start to bounce, holding her shoulders for support, suddenly desperate to make yourself and mommy cum. Her eyes remained glued to your marked breasts, shoved in her face as they move rhythmically. She removes her fingers from your bundle of nerves and brings the drenched digits to her lips, checks hallowing as she sucks them feverishly.

“You taste so sweet, baby.” She moans gently at the taste of you. Peering up at you,she silently commands you to keep your eyes trained on hers. No matter though because if she kept looking at you like that, you weren’t gonna last long...

“Mommy, ’m gonna cum.” Your bounces become more out of rhythm with her thrusts: tits grazing against her face, moans and whimpers echo the bedroom walls and your pussy gushes around her thick cock.

“Beg me.”

“Please, mommy...oh, let me cum for you. I’ll do anything please, can I cum? I’ll be good, promise, please please...” You weep out, praying she’ll have mercy on your soul and finally let you finish. She remains silent for a few moments, compelling you to hold on a little longer before she decides. She grabs your hips instantly, forcing you to bottom out as she fucks up into you harder than ever.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for mommy.” She pants out- a little tired from her rapid thrusts- and you immediately clamp on her, back painfully arching, making it difficult for her to continue her ministrations.

You can hardly even moan since you're struggling to breathe, and yet she pulls you down to kiss you as if she's stealing whatever little air you have. Pulling slightly back, you attempt to take some deep breaths before letting out a string of promiscuous wails as she soothes your convulsing body.

“You’re all good,baby. That’s it, good girl.”

She coos as you finally crash, collapsing forward into Tasha’s chest, hissing at the strap moving still deep inside. She tilts your heavy head up, forcing you to look into her eyes. The flicker of green descends from your eyes to your lips which lets you know that she wants you to kiss her. Tiredly, you lean forward, pressing your lips against hers. You don't slip a tongue. You merely push your lips against hers.

She doesn’t like that and roughly spanks your ass twice, your body jolting forward in painful surprise. If you were going to kiss Tasha, you had to kiss her properly...

To be honest, you loved this rough side of Natasha. During the early stages of the relationship, she was timid and entirely selfless. Not sure how far she should go or if you loved her as much as she loved you. But she was ravenous now, using your body for her pleasure- and yours.

You lean forward again, this time parting your lips allowing the redhead to slip her tongue into your mouth. Her hands- still on your ass- massage the red globes. She drives her tongue deep; as assertive as she wishes because you belong to her. Only her. Releasing your muffled moans into her mouth allowing her to swallow them whole, your palms cup her breasts as you gently pull them towards you and then back to her; playing with them as a sort of comfort instead of pleasing her.

The kiss becomes more sloppy, more messy as both of your saliva moistens the kiss and dribbles out the side of your mouth. At one point, your tongue slips from hers and splashes against her cheek but she’s too engrossed in the make out session to care; your enamouring whimpers depriving her of her senses.

Her hands at your ass- squeeze it softly- beginning to make you rock against her; completely forgetting about her cock still inside you. You shriek at the stinging ache and Nat silences you with another long kiss before slowly lifting you off her, and tossing the toy somewhere for her to clean later.

“Sorry, honey. I forgot.”

Her hand brushes the sweat-drenched hair away from your forehead and she leans over your frail form, pressed delicately against the sheets, to grab you the bottle of water she got beforehand.

“Here, drink this before you go to sleep please.”

You gulp down the water as if you had been neglected of the clear liquid for a long period of time. Small drops end up dribbling from the corner of your lips and down your chin. Nat notices, leaning down to lick away the residue, a subtle whimper escapes your throat and you suddenly remember she never came.

“But, y-you didn’t finish, Tash.” You pant, voice still hoarse from your cries of ecstasy.

“It’s okay, baby. Today was all about you anyways.”

Still selfless, I see. You wanted to reply but you were too exhausted to open your mouth. Your fatigue suddenly washing over you as your eyelids droop, too heavy to keep open.

“Go to sleep, kotenok. Promise I’ll be here when you wake. I love you.” She kisses you once on the cheek, then twice on the forehead ...your favourite types of kisses. Bathing in her radiating warmth, you shuffle fowards, limbs locking around her waist, your naked flesh flushed against each other.

“Thank you. Love you too, mommy.”

As expected, Tasha was peering down at your dishevelled form the next morning: hair thrown everywhere and puffy eyelids. To her, you looked beautiful.

“Good morni-”

“So mommy, huh?”

The Russian was taken aback by your unexpected question. Of course, she forgot about how she made you call her mommy the previous night. She didn't even bother asking if you were okay with it. She simply told you, and that was the end of it. When your words finally register in her brain, a dark red blush - almost the same color as her tresses - appears on her chiselled cheeks.

“Don’t kink shame me!” She leaps on top of you, blowing wet raspberries onto your exposed stomach. Your contagious giggles ring sweetly in her ears, and your limbs flail incessantly, attempting to push the much stronger woman away. Once she finally lets go, she returns her attention to your face, only to find you grinning up at her with pure adoration in your eyes.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that... mommy.”

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Notes: i keep getting carried away with these but here’s this. i worked on this like all day so hopefully y’all like it <3

Taglist: @teenwonder @wandasugarbby (bc i used one of those prompts you talked abt but it’s nat sorry sjshsjd)