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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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Request! Fem!reader x Natasha. Reader is hunting natasha as she is an assassin. Natasha (pre-shield) in her freelance days, captures Reader and tortures her using sex (not letting her cum etc) to see who is hunting her. They turn into “enemies with benefits” if u yk what I mean

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PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

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WARNINGS: smut, dark themes, kidnapping, mentions of killing, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denials, enemies to lovers typa feel, strap on usage, think that’s all :)

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“You can take one more-“

“No,”

“Yes, you can.” She demanded, and you had no choice but to listen and comply. Her cock teased your g-spot with every thrust and led your mouth to part in a loud moan. The harness around her hips brought a small brush of the clit, causing her pace to quicken in hopes of reaching a further state of arousal.

“P..please, I can’t t-take anymore.” You mumbled out quietly, teary eyes glancing towards the woman in hopes of mercy being shown. But you didn’t even know if you truly wanted mercy, you just wanted her.

She was meant to be your enemy, the one you’d capture and turn in for your boss's approval, but it didn’t end the way you expected. Instead, you laid on a slightly hardened bed, your back beginning to ache with every thrust - but she didn’t care, she enjoyed this.

“Fucking slut. You like this, hm? You like Daddy fucking this tight cunt?” Her hands tightened on your hips that were raised to meet her liking, it had been like this for what felt like hours.

You knew there was a slim chance of even spotting her, not to mention taking her in as a prisoner. She was a highly trained assassin, the best of the best, you had no chance of coming close. Fury practically set you up for failure, and now you were stuck as her slave.

“Fuck, I’m- I’m close, baby.” This was her third orgasm in the last twenty-two minutes, and you wondered how that was even possible. Either way, you accepted the shots of cum that she let seep into your womb. The strap was designed with tech to release artificial cum, but you began wondering if it was even fake. If she had gotten this, stating she has been waiting to use it on you, who knows if she adjusted the settings or not? It would be difficult to do so, yet she could do anything she set her mind to, she was just that good.

“Gonna be such a good girl for your Daddy, yeah? You wanna be a good slut for me?” You nodded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. She slapped them, gripping onto your left mound and tweaking the sore nipple. You bit your lip, nearly crying from the sensation.

“Can’t wait for these to leak milk for me. Fuck, I just know you’ll taste so fucking good.” She pressed her hungry lips to the hard bud, moaning as she imagined the sweet liquid. This didn’t distract her, though. No, she continued to let her pelvis bone slap against yours painfully. The room was filled with the sound of cheeks clapping together and reeked of sweat and sex. It was like a taunt, as if the air wanted to show you how humiliating and disgusting you were.

“P-please, Nat, I need to cum…so- bad!” Your nails raked down her back, clawing at the skin as she hissed in pain. Blood began to drip, and she only hummed in delight.

“Soon, baby girl, Daddy gets to cum first.” She already had multiple times, but that didn’t stop her. She wanted to make you suffer, it brought her enjoyment.

“I can’t h-hold on-“

“Yes, you can.” She retorted in a rough manner. You couldn’t listen to her anymore, you needed to finish. It was becoming unbearable, you couldn’t control yourself.

“Did- did you just-“ Came her voice after a few moments. You debated on how to get away with it, but you knew the punishment would be worse. But you didn’t care, you needed this more than she could imagine.

“I- I’m sorry, Nat-“ A slap came to your face, causing your skin to start reddening.

“You don’t get to call me that. You’re such an ungrateful fucking whore, can’t even wait till I give permission.” You sniffled quietly, and she only groaned in response.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy ‘till I’m satisfied, you got that? And then maybe I’ll consider letting you cum. But for now, you’re my bitch and you’re gonna fucking act like it.”

“Yes, Daddy..”

It would be a long night, and you wouldn’t change this for the world.

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cherry-romanoff · 2 months

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Nat: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Y/n: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

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oceanspirit9 · 5 months

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sleepy baby

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gunsnarrows · 27 days

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the widow 🕷️

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waevrs · 1 year

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ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ..?

Pairings: Natasha x Doctor!Reader

Summary: you thought Natasha forgot your birthday...

Warnings: smut MINORS DNI

A/N: This was actually written on my birthday👀

It was your birthday today, not that anyone remembered.

You had started your day like you do every year, waiting up until midnight to see a "happy birthday!" text or someone to come into your room and give you something. But no, like every year it just ends up in disappointment. It didn't help that your girlfriend, Natasha, had taken a mission yesterday, completely forgetting that it was your birthday.

You can't really blame her though, you've never made a big deal about your birthday. Sure, you've told her once or twice when she asked, but other than that you've never been one to celebrate. So how can you expect others to celebrate?

So, you trudged your way back to your and your girlfriend's shared bedroom after a long day of treating patients and filling out paperwork. Yeah, you were a doctor so there really can't be any days off but today was very hectic. A bunch of agents came tumbling in at once from a mission, Natasha's mission to be precise. Needless to say, your heart dropped when there was no sign of Natasha but you pushed through your feelings and treated as many patients as you could handle at once. It really didn't help that you were severely understaffed and worried about your, currently missing, girlfriend.

So, you worked and worked until the brink of exhaustion, or the end of your 30-hour shift, and made your way back home to the Avengers' compound, where your assassin insisted it was "safest for you."

You made your way inside quickly and quietly, not alerting anyone that you had come in, and walked up to your bedroom.

The soft sound of music playing from the other side set all your senses on fire.

You slowly twisted the doorknob and opened the deep brown door.

And what you saw was so heavenly you swear you almost passed out.

There Natasha stood in white lacy lingerie, looking at herself in the mirror that was placed conveniently beside the bed. Her head snapped in your direction and her arms covered herself in a defensive habit, something she picked up from years of over-sexualisation. She relaxed a bit when she saw it was only you and let out a sigh of almost relief.

You stood there gawking at her beauty and how angelic she looked. Sure, she looked good in just about any colour she wore, but white was on a whole other level.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't here at the beginning of your birthday, but you can forgive me, right?" She batted her eyelids seductively at you and sat down on your shared bed, spreading her legs to give you a clear view of the thin piece of fabric that covered her parts.

"Depends on how you intend to repay me." You retorted, a sudden wave of confidence washing over you. Her eyes widened in excitement and she jumped up to grab a big, neatly wrapped box and handed it to you.

"I have another present for you later but for now, have this." She smiled softly and watched you open the black and red box, revealing a big, and relatively thick, black strap-on. Your eyes widened and a faint blush spread across your cheeks.

"I-I don't get it. Don't we have one already?" You mumbled shyly and she took the black appendage out of the box and handed it to you, swapping it with the box you held.

"Mhm, but this one's for you." She smiled, a hint of nervousness present in her emerald eyes. Your eyes widened so far this time you were sure they were going to pop out of your head.

"A-Are you sure?" You managed to stutter out in your complete and utter shock. "You said that-"

"I'm ready." She confirmed and grabbed your hand lovingly. You were quick to jump on this opportunity and undressed promptly, with assistance from Natasha.

While you discarded the last piece of clothing across the room, Natasha placed the faux cock onto your body and wrapped her lips around the tip, looking up at you.

"Are you sure about this?" You pulled her hair back into a ponytail and asked. She nodded her head as best as she could with the big black dildo down her throat.

You'd have to admit, it turned you on massively.

You rocked your hips to push the faux cock down her throat, earning a quiet moan and a gag from the redhead on the bed in front of you. She released the appendage with a 'pop' and kissed you deeply, pulling you down onto the bed with her.

Your tongues fight for dominance and she lets you win. You pull her back down to the edge of the bed and spread her legs, running your hand across her increasingly wet slit.

Without wasting any more time, you dipped two fingers into her, making the beautiful redhead under you gasp and arch her back towards you.

"F-Fuck..." She moaned, her face contorting in pleasure. You picked up the pace, pumping your fingers in and out of her at the fastest pace you possibly could.

Natasha felt that familiar coil in her stomach and reached her hand up to stop your movements.

"I wanna cum with you inside me" She pants out, chest heaving heavily. You obliged quickly, reaching down to align the black appendage with her hole.

You pushed it in gently, rubbing Natasha's arm lovingly as she hissed with the pain. You comforted her the best you could as you pushed the strap all the way in.

You kissed her face lovingly as she tried to squirm away from your kisses placed gently all over her face. You whispered words of reassurance.

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

You watched as she basked in the praise she was receiving, her cheeks tinted a faint pink colour.

She gave you the sign to start moving, and so you did. Starting off slowly and gently so you didn't hurt her, you moved in and out of her, whispering words of encouragement. Neither of you had ever been in these positions before but you had seen the other in the position many times so you kinda knew what to expect.

The gentle thrusts soon turned faster and rougher with the begging and pleading of the beautiful redhead beneath you.

“M’ gonna cum.” She moaned, her back arching impossibly high off of the bed you had laid her on.

You connected your lips as her legs shook and her eyes rolled back, cursing softly in her native tongue.

White truly was her colour.

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deannamb · 8 months

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It's been an eternity since I last draw them… but I still love them.

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amanda13parker · 1 year

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Some more Natasha sketches because why not? XD Need to put my depression to work. Leave a comment if you can ^^ I love reading them and believe it or not, it helps tremendously

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a-st-art · 3 months

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writeyourdarlings · 4 months

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feeling like doodling nat❤️

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flecker-illustrates · 11 months

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I'm so excited about how I drew Yelena! Doesn't mean I know how I did it, it just sort of happened. I was reminded of them and apparently this is what follows

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loomontoia · 2 years

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More Nat and Liho lore

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abbyromanoff · 7 months

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Hello bestie! I hope you’re doing better <3

This is only a request if they’re open, if not enjoy the thots!

Stepmom!Nat finding reader humping a couch or anything in the area to get off cause her one night stand left her horny. R’s mom is out of town and Nat starts getting hard and realizes it’s now or never to have and cum inside her stepdaughter.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1956

WARNINGS: step parent/step child relationship, cheating (Nat is married to R’s mom, talks of unfulfilling marriages, Nat has a dick, smut obvi, jealousy, hook ups, 69’ing, masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of anal, blowjobs, denied orgasm, praise, degrading, age gaps (legal), R is 19-20 ish and Nat is late 30’s - early 40’s, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

She listened with a scowl as the bed from your room creaked, small moans being heard through the wall. This wasn’t fair, how could you do this to her? How could you bring a girl home, have a rushed introduction between her and Nat, and then disappear into your room where you let her touch you? She was the one meant to do that, she was the one meant to take your innocence and ruin you for anyone else, yet here you were with another.

She wasn’t able to deny the fact that your small moans turned her on, but she could tell they were fake. She could differentiate the silent, hidden sounds you’d let out while calling her name as your fingers slid in and out of you quickly from this. You were most likely imagining her, which was the reason you kicked the girl out only a few moments later.

She shouldn’t be feeling this way, you were her stepdaughter, her wife’s child. But she never truly loved your mom, she was rich and alone and seeking for any sort of love that your mom bombarded her with, she thought that’s what always happened. She thought it was normal to grow sick of your lover, to dread them coming home from work, to deny them constantly of sex and only use it as a way to get off. She never knew true love, and she blamed that on her parents. But she wanted it, she wanted to love that woman so badly, yet over time she realized it wasn’t that she craved her, she craved the person she created.

Her sleepless nights were caused by your lingering voice, the images of you beneath her, and the desire to kiss your plump lips. You constantly were bringing home someone else, and it took everything in her not to rip you away from them and have you for herself. She had self-control, her job required such, but with you it was a different story. She wasn’t able to focus at work, she’d toss the papers across the room and throw her head in her hands. But then you’d arrive.

You begged for a job there, to be her assistant or lower-class worker stating you needed the money desperately. She wasn’t able to deny your pleading eyes or the warm feeling in her chest. You’d bring her lunch oftentimes before, but having you work for her full-time was a dream come true. She would more than likely struggle even more to keep her composure, but she lost all care for that months ago.

The door slammed shut and she assumed your one-night stand finally left, which took long enough. She was planning to rush into your room and finally take what was hers, even standing right in front of the entrance with a fist to the door. Then she heard a small buzzing. The door was cracked open just a tiny bit, she guessed the girl was too lazy to even close a door properly but she couldn’t have been more thankful. She lowered her arm and listened closely, pressing her ear against the hardwood and biting her lip as your moans arrived once again, this time they weren’t forced.

“F-fuck! Mhm, right there, Nat, right there-“ You cut yourself off with a hand covering your mouth, your fear of being heard finally coming to mind. Your stepmother wasn’t pleased, she wanted to hear everything just like Carol got to. At least she thinks her name is Carol, she didn’t care enough to listen or shake the waiting hand earlier.

“‘M gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Came your muffled scream, your legs starting to shake from the denied orgasms sent your way. Now you were getting release, and the one woman on your mind was Nat, how pathetic. Not only was she your boss, but she was also your mother's wife. She was much too old for you and you both knew that, but that didn’t stop the want in your heart.

“You look so pretty when you cum, little slut.” You nearly jumped out of your bones, rushing to cover yourself but failing to turn off the vibrator, leaving a deadly silence filled with buzzing.

“Don’t cover yourself, baby, I wanna see you.” She stalked forward, cupping her crotch as her thumb ran circles around her clothed tip. She fiddled with her shirt before pulling it off, exposing her black bra and breasts that were aching to be freed. You gulped, trying to look away from the sight in shame but not being able to.

“You’re- you’re gorgeous, Nat.” She blushed at your comment, her knee landing on the bed as she crawled towards you, resting your chin in her fingertips. She leaned closer, her gaze switching between your lips and your eyes as she begged for permission. You took a moment to respond but eventually nodded slowly, causing her to press her mouth against yours in a slow but sensual kiss. Her hands rested your hair behind your ear, her body pulling closer as her cock was now throbbing. If you looked close enough, you could see a small wet stain soaking through her pants, she hoped you didn’t notice. But she also wanted you to, she wanted you to see how much she craved your body against hers.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you.” She confessed, experiencing relief when you smiled, kissing her softly in return. You were already growing addicted to the feeling, wanting to stay in this exact position for the rest of your life. But she wasn’t yours, she was a married woman, a woman married to your mother, at that.

“No-…no, we can’t-“

“Why not?” Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, her eyes ranking over your worried expression as your breathing picked up ever-so-slightly

“You’re married… to my mom. You’re my stepmom!” She shushed you with a finger to your lips, smirking gently as her hot breath fanned over your face.

“Not tonight. Tonight I’m your Mommy, you got that?” You whimpered and it nearly resulted in a moan from the older woman. Hearing you get like this all for her turned her on so greatly, she couldn’t even explain. Your mother was never exciting in the bedroom, or Nat just didn’t like the things she wanted to do. But she found herself wanting to do them with you, she wanted to do anything and everything with you.

“Tell me what I want to hear, angel.” Her hips created a small thrusting motion the harder she got, it was becoming impossible to ignore her needs. You gulped, fighting back tears of shame as you whispered,

“You can be my Mommy, Nat.” She left a peck on your forehead and slowly removed the sheets hiding her prize. Her final destination.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to get a taste of this sweet, sweet pussy.” She didn’t let you even utter a word before spreading your legs and pressing her tongue against your heat. Your hand instantly returned to its original placing over your mouth in order to keep silent. You knew your mother wouldn’t be home for a few more days, but what if that cut short? What if she somehow caught a virus and had to leave early and planned on surprising the two of you? Not only was the fear of being caught roaming freely in the back of your mind but so were your nerves. Nobody had ever truly seen this side of you, where you were beyond ecstatic and touch-starved. Nobody had ever felt you tug desperately on their arm to bring them closer, Nat wasn’t like the others. She was strong with her biceps nearly bulging out of her suit jackets daily. Her kiss was soft, even when she was hungry for a different part of you. You could sense that she truly wanted to taste you and didn’t just do so to get you wet, you were already dripping onto the sheets before she even wrapped her tongue around your pulsing clit.

“So precious,” She muttered, instantly returning to her previous position. She pressed your folded legs against your chest for a better angle, and the moan that left you in return could’ve been considered pornographic. Her tongue briefly slid across your second hole and caused a small thrust from your end, your body yearning for her to repeat.

“Oh, Mommy..” Her moan sent a thrill through your entire being, it seemed to be the only reaction she was able to give you. She was scared to show you her true aspirations. She was scared to have you see the impulses she’d try to stop in worry that you’d run. Truthfully, she wanted nothing more than to claim you as hers but treat you like you were nothing but a toy for her to use. She’d just have to get you attached to her, then you’d comply with anything she said.

Images flashed through her head, ones where you were sat on your knees, her cock trapped deep inside of your throat while her hand held you firmly in place, forcing you to take all of her. She knew you could do it, she had faith in you.

“‘M sorry, baby, I need you too fucking bad.” She reluctantly pulled away from you and patted you softly, leading you to kneel in front of her. She laid in the same position you had been when she guided your mouth to her crotch, your thighs tightening around her head before she continued her previous acts. Her tongue licked stripes up your weeping cunt as you pulsed around nothing, the sobs coming from your mouth being silenced as it was met with her drooling tip. You sucked weakly, the tiredness catching up to you as you gathered the strength to stroke her balls softly. Her hips jutted upward, resulting in a small gag as she fell deeper inside of you. You didn’t stop it, you didn’t even try as you let her do all the work. She was fucking you and guiding you to fuck her. Teaching you how to do everything just like always, just how she liked it. She enjoyed being a leader to you, she found it unbearably arousing to see your eyes looking up at her, asking for help.

You felt your orgasm approaching and tried to warn her, but she could already sense it.

“It’s okay, you can cum all you want.” She seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. The thought worried you, but you didn’t have much time to ponder as you felt your stomach repeating a clenching until you screwed your eyes shut, your vision going blank as you could see stars forming all around you.

She was greedy the moment she got her mouth on you, but now she seemed animalistic. Her hand came to your scalp, forcing you further down on her just like she had envisioned. You had no complaints in mind, choosing to instead swallow the hot liquid oozing out of her. She wished she could see your face right now: makeup ruined, eyes droopy, along with a small grin you wore.

“I wan’ more, Mommy,” She knew she succeeded when those were the words that left your mouth as soon as you were given the privilege to speak. She smirked, her thumb teasing the small hole that lined your ass. She had always found her sight landing on it whenever you’d pass by her, her thoughts seeming to have one more thing to feast on.

“Get on all fours, princess, I want to fuck this tight little hole next.”

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