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Hi! Can you give us a huge insight of Tatiana Nikolaevna's personality? I would be interested in some rare quotes said by someone who met her! (cos she is my favorite royal like ever and I'm hopeless obsessed with her 😫)

Hello! Of course, here are some of my favourite rarer quotes about Tatiana - or from Tatiana herself - which I think give a great insight into her personality....

"Tatiana Nicolaievna had holly different… character. Less serious than her elder sister she was also more positive. In her could already be discerned a strong tendency to dominate to impose her authority coquette. She saw and noticed everything, and often made observations to her sisters, who because of it nicknamed her ‘the governess'… she took great care of her appearance and was it was said that she resembled her…”She's already a woman," said the Empress about her that year. She was the favourite in the family. She was very superstitious. One day she wrote to a graphologist, a fortune teller, to ask that she inform her about the destiny in store for her. By an intermediary, the other had sent to her a note couch in these terms: "A fatal destiny awaits you" Thereafter, the Grand Duchess never stopped bombarding her tutor, Petrov with questions such as "What does that mean? How am I to interpret this letter?"" - Alexander Spiridovich, Last Years as Tsarskoe Selo, volume 2

"It was Tatiana Nicholaievna who would call N.P. Sabline by telephone to transmit ‘Papa’s’ order to come with his friends to play tennis." - Alexander Spiridovich, Last Years as Tsarskoe Selo, volume 2

"As for poor Alexei Nikolaevich, he was as if rooted to the armchair the whole time [unwell]. It was touching to see his sister, Tatiana Nicholaievna, lavishing attention on him before the luncheon." - Alexander Spiridovich, Last Years as Tsarskoe Selo, volume 2

"In [Alexandra's] eyes, as well as in those of her sister, Tatiana Nicholalevna, all that was Russian was superior to all the rest. To try, even jokingly, to lower something Russian in favour of something foreign was to expose oneself to losing her sympathy forever." - Alexander Spiridovich, Last Years as Tsarskoe Selo, volume 2

"Russian was taught by Peter Vassilievitch Petrov, whom I had had myself as a teacher at the Pavlovskoe military school. Petrov was already an elderly man, very gentle, and very good hearted. He held the Tsar's children in affection and they, in turn, were attached to him as if to a kindly relative. Often, when they were alone with him, the Grand Duchesses used to play with him, shouting, laughing, pushing him, and generally hauling him about without mercy. It was Tatiana Nicholaievna, graceful and agile as a gazelle, who would always give the signal on these occasions and direct the games. She was, at that time, a very pale little girl. One day, Petrov asked Olga Nicholaievna to name a white object for him.

My blouse, replied the Grand Duchess.

And a black object?

My slate pencil.

And a green one?

My sister Tatiana.

That really was the tint of her complexion." - Alexander Spiridovich, Last Years as Tsarskoe Selo, volume 1

"[Alexandra] herself taught them sewing and needlework, her best pupil being Tatiana, who had an extraordinary talent for all kinds of handwork. She not only made beautiful blouses and other garments, embroideries and crochets, but she was able on occasions to arrange her mother’s long hair, and to dress her as well as a professional maid." - Anna Vyrubova, Memories of the Russian Court

"Suddenly [whilst watching a cinematograph] the bigger girl [in the movie] snatched a toy from the little one who, however, held on to it and refused to give it up. Foiled in her attempts, the elder seized a spoon and pounded the little one with it, who quickly relinquished the toy and began to cry. Tatiana wept to see the poor little one so ill-treated, but Olga was very quiet." - Margaretta Eagar, Six Years at the Russian Court

"One of the under-nurses was married last year. She had come to the palace straight from her school, at seventeen years of age, and was there for nearly seven years. She was naturally very much attached to the children, and when her last day came was in floods of tears all through the day, and the children were terribly distressed to see her in such grief. The little Grand Duchess Tatiana told her she could stay on if she liked, she knew we all loved her and would be sorry to part from her ; and then she came running to me to beg me not to send dear Tegla away. I answered that she might stay if she liked, but that she had promised to marry Vladislav ; it was her own wish, and I did not think she would like to break her word. The other girls gave a little party to celebrate her leaving us, and the young man was amongst the guests. When the girl heard that he had arrived her grief broke forth again. She realised that the time of parting had come, and the children cried most bitterly. Little Tatiana Nicolaivna took a sheet of paper and a pencil, and wrote with great difficulty a letter which I translate : " Vladislav, Be good with Tegla. Tatiana." She placed this letter in an envelope and printed in large letters on the envelope, Vladislav, and sent it to him by the housemaid. I went in later to speak to the man and wish him happiness. He pulled this letter out of his pocket, and with tears in his eyes begged me to thank the little Grand Duchess, and assure her that he would never forget to be good to Tegla. All the more, because it was Tatiana Nicolaivna' s wish. He always carries the letter about with him. She came to visit us several times after her marriage and was very happy. Whenever she writes she always sends a special message to Tatiana to say that Vladislav is very good to her, and the little one looks so pleased and says, " Well, I am glad."" - Margaretta Eagar, Six Years at the Russian Court

"After coffee, I went for a walk with my pupils… They really liked to go to the shops and buy everything. Anastasia Nikolaevna was especially attracted to stored, where they sold doll shoes of various sizes… Tatiana Nikolaevna did not always accompany since the doctors found her heart was weak and she went with the Empress to take baths." - Sofia Ivanovna Tyutcheva, A Few Years Before the Catastrophe

"Alexandra's 594th letter to Nicholas, Sept 19 1916: …I do so want to get quicker well again, have more work to do & all lies upon Tatiana’s shoulders." - Joseph T. Fuhrmann, Nicholas and Alexandra: The Wartime Correspondence

The following are from Correspondence of the Russian Grand Duchesses: Letters of the Daughters of the Last Tsar by George Hawkins:

Tatiana to tutor PVP - 10 July 1906 - "Dear Petr Vasilievich! …Why did you write that I was not good? You mustn’t do that, you must write that I was a very good girl. Your devoted Naughty girl, Tatiana." -

Tatiana to PVP November 6th 1909 "…On these few lines I had 10 errors… I am so ashamed when I think about it"

Pierre Gilliard to Tatiana 25 May 1916 - "...It seems that purple is his [Dmitri Pavlovich] favourite colour… Alexis Nikolaevitch says that it is also yours…"

Letter from Alexandra to her brother and sister-in-law: 2 September 1911 …[after Stolypin's assassination] Tatiana came home very tearful and is still a little shaken whereas Olga put on a brave face throughout." - The Correspondence Of The Empress Alexandra Of Russia With Ernst Ludwig And Eleonore, Grand Duke And Duchess Of Hesse

Note from Anastasia to Tatiana - "1913 Aug. 4. My sweet Tatiana, please find out all about us and let us know through Shura about tomorrow, will we take off our caps for breakfast? Your Anastasia. Don’t forget." - Anastasia Romanov: The Tsar's Youngest Daughter Speaks Through Her Writings

Letter from Pierre Gilliard to Anastasia, Spring 1916: "…I already wrote a long letter to Tatiana Nikolaevna yesterday, but I don’t think I shall send it, otherwise I would not dare to go back to Tsarskoe Selo, I would fear for my life." - Anastasia Romanov: The Tsar's Youngest Daughter Speaks Through Her Writings

"4 December. ...The general atmosphere that lords over [us] nowadays does not inspire peace. As soon as dressings end, Tatiana Nikolaevna goes to do the injection, then sits down with K [officer]. The latter is constantly restless, first sits by the piano, playing something with one finger, chats a lot and fervently with the charming child. Varvara Afanasiyvna is appalled, what if Naryshkina walks in on this scene, Madame Zizi, she would die. Shakh-Bagov has fever, is in bed. Olga Nikolaevna sits by his bed constantly. The other couple also moved there, yesterday [they] sat by the bed and looked at a photo album. K. is being so coy. Tatiana Nikolaevna's small dear child's face cannot hide a thing, [it looks] pink, excited, Isn't this closeness, the physical contact harmful[?]. I feel scared. The others are jealous, angry, and I imagine they spread all sorts of [rumours] throughout the city and later beyond." - From the memoirs of V. I. Chebotareva

"Today Tatiana Nikolaevna walked with me upstairs after dressings, to do Popov’s dressing. The poor child is terribly embarrassed; grabs my hand: “So awfully embarrassing and frightening… one never knows whom to acknowledge and whom not to.”" - From the memoirs of V. I. Chebotareva, Sister of Mercy

"To the right of me sits the Grand Duchess Tatiana. She's a grand princess from head to toe, so aristocratic and regal. Her face is pale matte, only the cheeks are slightly rosy, as if pink satin is trying to escape from just under her thin skin. Her profile is flawlessly beautiful, as if cut from marble by a great artist. The widely set eyes provide uniqueness and originality to her face [...] The nurse's Red Cross kerchief is more flattering to her than to her sisters. She laughs more rarely than her sisters. Her face sometimes has a focused and stern expression. In those moments she looks like her mother. On the pale outlines of her face are traces of deep thoughts and sometimes even sadness. Without any words I feel that she is special, different from her sisters, despite their common traits of kindness and friendliness. I feel hers - is a wholly secluded and unique world." - From the memoirs of Sophia Ofrosimova, Sister of Mercy

The following are all from Tatiana Romanov, Daughter of the Last Tsar: Diaries and Letters, 1913–1918:

"9th June. Tuesday. Today our Mary [Vishnyakova] left us, our nanny who was with us for 16 years. She left because it is time for Aleksei to be transferred into male hands so she will not have anything to do here anymore, so she left. I feel so sorry for her."

"28 February 1916. Tsarskoe Selo. Dear Mama, Would you not want to try to put this piece of fur to your cheek? Olga . . . gave it to me when I too was suffering from headaches. It is from the grave of the orthodox Semyon Verkhotursky. Try it, maybe it will help you. If not, then return it to me tomorrow. I hope that the Lord will help you, and all will be well with you. May God bless you. 1000 kisses from your very own daughter, Tatiana."

"6 April. On Wednesday, I will have my dreary Committee, and even the thought of it makes me sweat. I do not like these horrible committees."

"22 September. My meeting is on Wednesday at 2 o’clock in the Winter Palace in Petrograd. And that knave, Neydgart —he wanted me to read something at the beginning of the committee [meeting], but darling Mama said there was no need. To think, [he wished that] I would read such idiotic, stupid things in front of 14 people! Ah!"

"13 December. I have the great pleasure to go to the Petrograd Committee today. Oh! Not wanting to [go] at all."

"...the dear children worked until the 8th hour. Tatiana Nikolaevna cut her finger with a scalpel, quite a lot of blood flowed, and although the blade was clean, perhaps dust might have ended up in the wound. Melik-Adamov and Shakh-Bagov were sitting nearby. What poetic sympathy Tatiana Nikolaevna brings! How warmly she responded when called to the telephone and was read the telegram about his injury. What a good, pure, and deep girl she is! Youth is attracted to youth, and how her eyes sparkle! Awfully nice!" - Memoirs of V. I. Chebotareva

"Before they left we kissed each other good-bye, and we all had a dim feeling that this was a crucial moment. We had been marched away separately at every previous change from boat to train, but this seemed to be different. Tatiana Nicolaevna tried to take the matter lightly. "What is the use of all these leave-takings? We shall all rejoice in each other's company in half an hour's time!"" - Sophie Buxhoeveden, Left Behind

"I was presented to the Emperor and to two of the young Grand Duchesses, Olga and Tatiana. The latter, to my idea, was the prettier of the two; but both had the simplicity of manner that is the greatest charm in every person and especially in anyone who holds such a position as theirs. They were not blasé in the least, and their faces shone with pleasure and excitement... The eldest, Olga, was very intelligent and gay and had a heart of gold; but she was also rather timid, so that her sister Tatiana, who was much more sociable, was easier to get on with at first." - Olga Voronva, Upheaval

"The Grand Duchess Tatiana was as charming as her sister Olga, but in a different way. She has been described as proud, but I never knew anyone less so. With her, as with her mother, shyness and reserve were accounted as pride, but, once you knew her and had gained her affection, this reserve disappeared, and the real Tatiana became apparent. She was a poetical creature, always yearning for the ideal, and dream- ing of great friendships which might be hers. The Emperor loved her devotedly, they had much in common, and the sisters used to laugh, and say that, if a favour were required, ''Tatiana must ask Papa to grant it." She was very tall, and excessively thin, with a cameo-like profile, deep blue eyes, and dark chestnut hair... a lovely "Rose" maiden, fragile and pure as a flower." - Lili Dehn, The Real Tsaritsa

"The Tsarevitch was a lively, amusing boy, with a wonderful ear for music, and he played well on the balalika : like Tatiana he was shy, but, once he knew and liked anyone, this shyness vanished." - Lili Dehn, The Real Tsaritsa

"October 24 - Today, Tatyana Nikolaevna first came alone: "After all, I'm going here, as if to my second home," and, indeed, she was so sweet and comfortable. She ran with me to the kitchen, where we prepared bandages. The empress laughed and said that Tatyana, like a good house dog, got used to it." - Diaries of Vera Chebotaryova

"In her physical appearance and her serious and ardent nature, she most resembled her mother. "She was also the family's manager and organizer, and possessed, more than her sisters, a highly developed sense of her position as the daughter of the Tsar." Tatiana was very different from Olga in temperament and interests. She was more confident of herself and more reserved, with more perseverance and balance. Slender, with auburn hair and clear gray eyes, she was strikingly good-looking and enjoyed the attention her beauty commanded. As the Empress became more and more an invalid, Tatiana, eighteen months younger than Olga, took over much of the responsibility for the younger children and the household. Had her life run its natural course, she would have graced many a ball." - The private world of the last Tsar, in the photographs and notes of General Count Alexander Grabbe

"Her Imperial Highness is President of the Committee for helping War-ravaged Russia, and is fully explained on the opposite page by M. Czerniewski. She is no mere figurehead, but takes the deepest and most constant interest in this splendid work." - British newspaper article

"Of the persons left behind [at Tobolsk] Tatischeff was the senior; and of the remaining part of the imperial family, Tatiana was considered senior in the place of the Grand Duchess Olga." - Examination of Sidney Gibbes, The Last Days of the Romanovs

"The Grand Duchess Tatiana Nicholaevna was very thin. You could hardly imagine anybody as thin as she was. She was twenty-one years of age, was tall, darker than the rest of the family, and elegant. The colour of her eyes was dark grey. Her eyes made her look different from all of her sisters, who showed their souls through their eyes. She was reserved, haughty, and not open hearted, but she was the most positive. She was also religious, but the motive back of her religion was: "It is my duty,' while Olga Nicholaevna had it in her heart. She was always preoccupied and pensive and it was impossible to guess her thoughts. She played the piano and played it better than anyone else in the family. However, she had only a better technique and did not show feeling in her music. She painted and embroidered well. She was her mother's favourite and the one in whom, of all the daughters, she confided the most. If any favours were to be obtained they had to be gotten through Tatiana Nicholaevna." - Examination of Sidney Gibbes, The Last Days of the Romanovs

The Grand Duchess Tatiana was about twenty. She was quite different from her sisters. You recognised in her the same features that were in her mother — the same nature and the same character. You felt that she was the daughter of an emperor. She had no liking for art. Maybe it would have been better for her had she been a man. When the emperor and empress left Tobolsk nobody would ever have thought that the Grand Duchess Olga was the senior of the remaining members of the imperial family. If any questions arose it was always Tatiana who was appealed to. She was nearer to her mother than the other children; and it seemed that she loved her mother more than her father... All of them, including Tatiana, were nice, modest and innocent girls. There is no doubt they were cleaner in their thoughts than the majority of girls nowadays." - Examination of Commissar E. S. Kobylinsky, The Last Days of the Romanovs

"Tatiana looked like the czaritza. She had the same serious and haughty look as her mother. The other daughters : Olga, Maria and Anastasia,* had no haughtiness about them. One had the impression that they were modest and kind. I also can not describe the way they dressed, as I did not notice it." - Examination of Commissar Yakimov, The Last Days of the Romanovs

"Two other commissaries went to Tobolsk to remove the remainder of the family — Tatiana had been left in charge of the invalid and household. Olga, the eldest daughter, did not enjoy her mother's confidence in the same degree. She took far more interest in literature than in the practical affairs of life, and would hide herself in a comer with a book or tell stories to the soldiers, utterly forgetting domestic trifles. Anastasia, still a child, and rather backward, could be left in Tatiana's care." - Narrative of the editor, The Last Days of the Romanovs

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Mission Accomplished... Unsuccessfully?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Natasha has a penis, Daddy kink, face fucking, dirty talk, breeding kink, pet names, degradation

Word Count: 3,740

Summary: Natasha has a mission wherein she will be seducing a man in order for her to gather intel. However, the target turned out to be a woman.

A/N: this is my contribution to Kinktober 2023! I hope you like it. :)

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Natasha Romanoff, known as the Black Widow, was renowned for her ability to adapt to any situation. She had faced countless dangerous missions, but none quite like the one Nick Fury had just assigned her. As she sat in the dimly lit briefing room at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, she listened intently to Fury's briefing.

"Natasha, we have a high-priority mission," Fury began, his eye patch casting a shadow over his stern expression. "You'll be going undercover as a successful businesswoman. This man that goes with the name Petro Ivanov, is a high-ranking official with connections to several criminal organisations and he has a right hand man. We do not know this person's name and that's your mission to know so we can get to Petro. We need you to get close to his trusted person in order for us to gather crucial intel."

Natasha nodded, her red hair framing her face like a fiery halo. She was the best at what she did, and she cannot wait to show off her skills again. She had the charm, and the intelligence to make this mission a success. This is a classic operations where she'll seduce the target, plant a bug on their devices, and get out.

As Natasha prepared for her mission, her girlfriend, Wanda watched her from a distance. Wanda had been a part of the Avengers for some time now, and she understood the sacrifices that came with their line of work. Still, the thought of Natasha seducing another person made her uneasy.

Wanda was also assigned to be on the mission but to only observe and offer support if needed. She will stay near the location where Natasha will be in, use her telepathic abilities to communicate and observe the other people's thoughts . She concealed her presence to avoid detection, determined to ensure Natasha's safety and to also look out for her girlfriend in case the mission goes south.

Natasha arrived at a luxurious hotel in London where the party was in full swing, dressed in an elegant red business suit that accentuated her every curve. Her cover story was that of a wealthy businesswoman seeking investments from Petro Ivanov's conglomerate. The plan was simple: identify his right hand man, charm him, get close, and extract information.

However, as Natasha makes her rounds inside, she spotted Petro and watched him closely, but still maintaining a respectable distance. She was eavesdropping on whatever Petro was babbling about to his comrades and he suddenly introduced a person. "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce my most trusted person, Isabella Petrov. She's the one who has been handling all my businesses without any issues."

Natasha's training had not prepared her for this unexpected twist. The man that she was supposed to seduce turns out to be a woman! Maintaining her composure despite her annoyance, she stayed where she was and waited for the right time to approach Isabella. This is going to be a long night.

Isabella Petrov, eyed Natasha with a mix of curiosity and interest as the redhead stands out in the crowd. Their eyes met when Natasha turned around and she tipped her glass as an acknowledgement to the other woman.It seemed that Natasha's charms were working naturally without her even trying. Natasha patiently waited and when she was about to leave her space, she was greeted by the sight of Isabella.

Meanwhile, Wanda sat in a remote location and listened intently to their conversation. She clenched her fists, anger simmering within her as she watched Natasha engage in playful banter with Isabella. Her jealousy grew with every passing moment, and she couldn't help but think of Natasha being intimate with someone else, even if it was just an act.

As the night progressed, Natasha skillfully extracted information from Isabella, who was unaware of Natasha's true identity. The mission was going smoothly, and Natasha was doing an exceptional job, but Wanda's frustration continued to build. She couldn't bear the thought of Natasha seducing another woman.

The spy left the hotel and headed toward Wanda's location to return to the compound. However, upon arrival, she was met with an irate expression on her girlfriend's face and a warning, "Don't you even speak to me!"

Natasha was surprised by Wanda's sudden anger and sought to defuse the situation with the fiery witch. "Detka, what's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"

"Yes! You were acting all sweet with that man! Only to find out your target was a woman, making this mission even more stupid," Wanda continued to vent, and Natasha found it somewhat amusing.

"Are you jealous, darling? You know it's all an act, and I can't help being good at my job." Natasha treaded carefully, aware that one wrong move and Wanda might hex-blast her through the roof.

"You even complimented her eyes! How could you say that when you've told me I have the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen?" Wanda paced around the room, her words flying at Natasha like a storm.

"Wanda, it's true. Your eyes are the most beautiful I've ever seen, and nothing compares to you. I said those things to Isabella to manipulate her and get her retinal scan. Trust me, malysh."

Natasha's charm seemed to soothe Wanda's fiery temper momentarily, but her pride held her back from giving in to Natasha's tactics.

"Whatever. You're sleeping on the couch until I'm no longer angry with you." Wanda turned away and headed for the quinjet waiting on the rooftop.

All Natasha could do was sigh and respect her girlfriend's eccentric ultimatum.

They arrived at the compound a few hours later and Natasha tried once again to placate Wanda's jealousy but nothing productive happened and further aggravated the witch. Natasha has no choice but to sleep on the couch at the communal area.

In the morning, Natasha woke up on the uncomfortable communal couch, her hair dishevelled, and her pride bruised. She had successfully completed the mission, but at what cost? A night without her girlfriend in her arms and a soft bed.

Natasha got up and decided to go to the kitchen to brew some coffee to kick start her day. Little did she know that she would encounter two of her fellow Avengers, Steve and unexpectedly, Tony who were eating their breakfast.

As she entered the kitchen, still looking like she had been through a rough night, Steve and Tony exchanged amused glances. Tony couldn't help but to tease, "Well, look who's had a rough night on the town. Natasha, you look like shit!"

Natasha sighed, not in the mood for their teasing. "It's not what you think. The mission went sideways. The target turned out to be a woman."

Steve raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A woman? That's a new one. How did that go?"

Natasha recounted the events of the previous night, and as she spoke, both Steve and Tony burst into fits of laughter. Tony wiped away a tear of mirth, saying, "Oh, this is priceless! Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, seducing the wrong gender. Classic!"

Despite her frustration, Natasha couldn't help but crack a smile at their reaction. "Glad I could amuse you both."

Steve patted her on the back, still grinning. "Well, at least the mission was a success. You can always count on Natasha to adapt to any situation, even an unexpected one. How come you look like a ton of bricks fell down on you?"

"Well, Wanda doesn't share the sentiments that both of you had and was not happy at all with what happened last night," Natasha answered truthfully, her expression reflecting her concern.

Tony couldn't help but find the situation absurd. "So, Tabitha over there would rather see you seduce a man than a woman?" The thought seemed utterly ridiculous to him.

"Apparently. She even banished me from our room, hence my shitty morning appearance," Natasha responded with a hint of defeat. She hoped that Wanda had cooled down and would allow her back into their room after she finished her coffee. However, before she could contemplate the upcoming encounter further, FRIDAY delivered a message.

"Agent Romanoff, Miss Maximoff has requested your presence in your room."

Natasha's eyes widened, and she suddenly felt a rush of nerves. The two men couldn't resist teasing her, further provoking her anxiety.

"Both of you, shut up! Jesus Christ. I have no idea what's going to happen up there. If you don't see me tomorrow, make sure to organise a search party for me," Natasha quipped with a mix of humour and genuine apprehension, her voice betraying her unease as she contemplated the impending conversation with Wanda.

Natasha was talking to herself as she approached her room, "I'm the Black Widow, for heaven's sake. This kind of thing shouldn't make me feel anxious."

Standing in front of her room, Natasha was about to knock when the door swung open by itself, revealing wisps of Wanda's red magic. This sight made Natasha gulp, uncertain whether it was a good or bad sign.

As she entered the room, Natasha spotted Wanda sitting on the bed, wearing her SHIELD hoodie with her name imprinted on the back. "Wanda? You wanted to see me?" Natasha asked gently, trying to break the tension.

"Natty, I'm sorry about last night," Wanda's voice quivered, and she appeared genuinely remorseful. "I don't know what I was thinking. I know you were just doing your job, and you're damn good at it. But I couldn't stand seeing you so close to that woman."

Natasha joined her on the bed, gently tucking a few stray hairs behind Wanda's ear and taking her hands. "Baby, you don't have to apologise, and I understand how you felt. I'd feel the same if our roles were reversed. But I want you to know that you can trust me, okay? You're the only one for me."

Wanda looked into Natasha's eyes, sensing the sincerity in her words. "Do you mean it? You don't want to run off with a girl closer to your age? Someone mature and can really keep up with you. Look at me, I'm only 22 and still acting immature." Insecurity laced Wanda's voice, and it pained Natasha to see her like this.

"Wanda, I'll never tire of reminding you how amazing you are to me. I love you for who you are, and I'll never even think of looking at another woman, regardless of her age. I want you, and only you," Natasha reassured the witch as best she could. "What can I do to make you feel better, detka?"

"How about you shower first? You need to get rid of that woman's scent on you and I can still see her lipstick on your collar," Wanda responded with disdain.

Natasha couldn't resist a playful quip, "I could have done that last night if I hadn't been banished from my own room."

"If you hadn't flirted so heavily with that skunk, maybe you could have slept in your own bed and had your way with me," Wanda shot back while grinning.

"Don't test me, detka. I can still make up for it after I shower," Natasha raised her eyebrows teasingly at Wanda.

"I was so angry with you last night that I couldn't help but touch myself. You looked so good in that suit, Natty," Wanda matched Natasha's tactics, leaving the spy pleasantly surprised which made her dick throb.

Natasha walked back to the bed and leaned down while wrapping her hand around Wanda's throat. "What did I tell you about not touching something that is not yours, hm?"

"Maybe you should punish me for being a bad girl, Daddy." Oh, Wanda acting like a brat excites Natasha to the bone. She cannot wait to fuck the jealousy and insecurity out Wanda.

"We will see about that. Stay put. I'm going to shower now."

Minutes later, Natasha walked in the room looking deliciously wet, with a towel wrapped around her torso which ended on her mid thighs. Wanda cannot take her eyes off her girlfriend as she spotted the obvious bulge that is hidden behind the fabric.

"Feeling alright, Princess?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Take off your hoodie and panties. Lay down with your head hanging on the edge of the bed." Natasha demanded, the witch hurriedly removed the offensive garments off her and positioned herself the way Natasha instructed.

Natasha removed the towel that was wrapped around her and stood in front of Wanda's head. Wanda can clearly see Natasha's veiny 8-inch cock, standing proudly above her.

"I have no problems with reassuring you but if you doubt yourself again, I will have to punish you. Remember that you are mine, and I would never spare a glance at someone else. Understand?"

"I understand. I'm sorry, Daddy"

Pleased by Wanda's response, Natasha laid out her plans. "I'm going to fuck your throat until I come in that little mouth of yours, then I'm going to fuck your tight pussy and breed you like a slut that you are. Open your mouth for me." Wanda obliged without hesitation and felt Natasha's cock enter her mouth.

From above, Natasha can clearly see that indent of her manhood and was feeling proud of her baby. Wanda's gag reflex is non-existent at this point due to the countless times she gave head to the spy which trained her throat to take Natasha as deep as she could.

"Fucking hell, baby. Your mouth is so small my cock can barely fit. But you are a slut and will take it, hm?"

Wanda whimpered as she couldn't respond to Natasha properly and she moved her tongue a bit to add a slick friction on the cock that is shamelessly moving in and out of her. Her moans further triggered Natasha's pleasure as the woman started playing with her stiff nipples.

"Might as well fuck your tits later, I don't want to neglect them" Natasha pulled out for a second so Wanda can say what she wants. "Would you like that, detka?"

"Yes, please. I like that, Daddy."

"Very good. Open your mouth for me again sweetheart."

A couple more hard thrusts and Natasha spurted her cum inside Wanda's throat, and the witch gladly swallowed every drop.

"Good girl, baby. I'm proud of you. You deserve a reward from me. I will grant whatever you wish for, malysh."

Wanda sat up and kneeled in front of Natasha, but was suddenly feeling all shy. "Use your words, baby. Tell me."

"I want to ride your face, Daddy." Wanda finally admitted. There was something about riding Natasha's face which makes her cum at an instant. Her personal record was under 2 minutes.

"Hmm. That can be arranged, sweetness."

Natasha then laid down the bed, with her head close to the headboard so Wanda could have something to hold onto. "Come on, pet. Sit on my face."

Wanda crawled forward and placed her things on each side of Natasha's head. She gently lowered herself at the redhead's awaiting tongue and moaned loudly the moment it touched her aching clit.

"Daddy! So good, so good. Just like that please." Wanda's hips are moving back and forth, and slowly grinding Natasha's warm and wet tongue. Her left hand is holding onto the headboard while her right hand is gripping Natasha's hairs.

"Fuck! Daddy, I'm cum– ahhh!!!" Her movements suddenly halted as her thighs started to shake violently. She was still holding herself up since she's too afraid that she might crash her girlfriend.

Natasha placed her hands on Wanda's waist and lifted the young woman off of her face as she's suddenly having a hard time breathing. She placed Wanda on her thighs and the witch collapsed at her chest.

"Baby, you almost killed me there. But I won't regret dying since the last thing I tasted is your pussy."

"Stop teasing, Natty. You're so bad." Wanda further hid her face at Natasha's neck to hide her blush. She bet she looks like a tomato.

"What's so bad about you cumming in my mouth, while you ride my tongue? What a cool way to go."

This earned a giggle from the brunette and she suddenly felt Natasha's hardened member that is currently being sandwiched between them.

Wanda sat up and looked down at her girlfriend's cock and started pumping it with her right hand. "Natasha, you are hard again."

"Your moans are enough to make me hard. Ride me pretty girl, you won't do a damn thing. I will fuck pussy until you can't walk."

The brunette nodded and positioned herself. She sank down slowly so her pussy could adjust to the size and leaned down to kiss Natasha.

The spy instantly wrapped her arms around Wanda and planted her feet on the bed. "Ahh, Daddy. Your cock is so big. I love it so much."

"You will love my cock even more when I start pounding on your tight little pussy. Scream as loud as you want for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you."

Natasha wasted no time and pounded as hard as she could. The muscles on her thighs are bulging and the outline of her quads are in full show.

Wanda was a whimpering mess. Her moans are being swallowed at each thrust and she can feel Natasha's cock hitting her cervix.

"I feel so full, Daddy"

"You're gripping me too hard, baby." Natasha is growling at Wanda's ears as she continuously abuses her hole. "No matter how many times I fucked you, your pussy is still so warm and tight."

The slapping noises of the flesh and the two women's moans are the only thing that can be heard inside the room. Natasha is pretty sure that the whole compound can hear them but she doesn't give a damn.

"Just like that, baby. Keep on clenching my cock." Natasha then attached her mouth on Wanda's neck and started sucking, purposely leaving a trail of hickeys.

"Ugh. Daddy, I'm close. Please fuck me harder!" Natasha spread Wanda's buttchecks so her cock can glide in smoothly and gripping them at the same time.

"What a slut you are! Asking for more." Natasha flipped their position and the show of strength aroused Wanda even more. Wanda clawed at the older woman's back, leaving a trail of red lines and the redhead placed Wanda's legs on each side of her shoulder, pushed down brunette's thighs and continued her assault on the young woman's core.

"Yes! God, right there. Please fuck me like that." Wanda's pleas and high-pitched moans are music to Natasha's ears.

"I am no God, baby. It's just me," Natasha reached down and pushed her thumb in between Wanda's lips. "Look at me when I'm fucking you, sweet girl."

"Shit. You feel so good inside me." Wanda's fingers raked at Natasha's bulging biceps.

"Baby, are you close? I'm going to cum inside you, Wanda. Cum with me. I'm going to breed you like a whore."

Both of the women screamed in ecstasy and Natasha painted Wanda's insides with her thick cum. They struggled to maintain their breathing afterwards as the high of the orgasm left their senses.

"Are you feeling alright?" Natasha tucked all of the stray hairs on Wanda's face while she was still panting from all of the energy that she exerted.

"I'm okay, Natalia. Give me a minute to catch my breath."

"I'll get you some water, be right back."

Natasha is no doubt the best lover that Wanda could ever ask for. She is the most perfect woman with a loving streak but will fuck you senseless on the sheet. You will never see Wanda complaining though.

"Here you go. Drink up, baby."

Wanda felt the strain in her legs as she sat and drank the water in one go.

"Do you think you can stand up so we can take a shower? I will run you a bath instead so we can relax in the tub."

"Can you carry me to the tub? I don't think I can walk. I can feel my calves are stiff as fuck."

"See what happens when you are being a brat? It will make you go limp." Natasha quipped once again as she's feeling smug about her performance.

"Me being a brat or not, you always fuck me good."

"I know, detka. I can't get enough of you. I love you." This was sealed by a soft kiss from Natasha which Wanda reciprocated naturally.

"I love you more, Daddy."

***

The two women headed down to the kitchen, famished after their day-long nap.

Natasha, armed with a knife, was busy chopping onions to prepare Wanda's beloved "Gigi Hadid pasta," a recipe she'd picked up from TikTok and had become influenced by its viral trend.

As they prepare their meal, Steve and Tony unexpectedly join them in the kitchen. Tony couldn't resist poking fun at the ladies. "Ohhh, look who's here. The witch and widow. I guess there's no need for a search party then, Romanoff?"

Natasha, not one to take such teasing lightly, issued a sharp warning, knife in hand, "Be careful, Stark. I'm currently holding a knife that might just find its way to your mouth."

Curious about Tony's comment, Wanda questioned, "Natty, calm down. What do you mean by that, Tony?"

Tony continued to push his luck, "Natty over there was all scared and shaken because you kicked her out of the bed. Never thought I'd see Romanoff being a scaredy kitten around a witch."

Natasha had enough. In a split second, the knife whizzed just an inch from Tony's laughing face, leaving everyone in shock.

"Whoa, whoa, Natasha! Jesus Christ," Steve hurriedly stepped in to prevent Natasha from going too far and harming Tony.

With impressive reaction time, Wanda skillfully caught the knife mid-air with her magic, preventing any damage to the kitchen appliances.

Wanda directed a stern gaze at Natasha, who couldn't help but wear a devilish grin in response to Tony's shocked face.

"Can we please just cook and enjoy our meal without any more theatrics?" Wanda's voice held a hint of exasperation as she chastised Natasha and Tony.

Tony, still recovering from the near miss with the knife, chimed in dejectedly, "Note to self: never make jokes about Romanoff again." His usually confident demeanour had been momentarily shattered by Natasha's swift and menacing reaction.

"Take that as a lesson, Stark." Natasha smirked and sent a wink to Wanda.

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OC Information: "Sarabi"

Full Name: Ivan Sergei Kohli-Petrov

Callsign(s): Sarabi

Alias(es): True Leader of The Lions, Shadow-Man

Nationality: First-Generation American (Indian mother & Russian father)

Affiliations: U.S. Marine Corps (former) , U.S. Fleet Marine Force (former), Shadow Company

Rank: Lieutenant (U.S. Marines)

Gender: Male

Status: Legally Dead

Birthday: April 18th, 1989 (35 as of 2024)

Build: Burly

Height: 6'7"

Marks: U.S. Marine tattoo on his left arm (a complex tattoo of an eagle and a globe with the words "Semper Fi" below it), third-degree burns all on his right side from his face down to his right foot.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Background: Ivan is the second son of an Indian mother and Russian father and he was born in Detroit, Michigan. He grew up with three siblings and he learned five languages (including English) while being home-schooled by his parents until he was a teenager and then he went to public high school. He enlisted in the Marine Corps when he was eighteen and spent fourteen years in the Marine Corps before Mission "Minvera" which lead to him suffering third-degree burns and being pronounced dead. He then made the switch to the Shadow Company.

Extra: He is an intelligence specialist and he has a lot of connections. He wears a black balaclava over his face with a yellow-gold lioness mask over it to cover his face.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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Excerpts From MASAKAZU KATSURA x TIGER & BUNNY 2 Design Works

My first translation of 2024 is of excerpts from Katsura-Sensei's TB2 Design Works. Credit to @tnbscans for the pictures.

Special Comments

ユーリ・ペトロフ役／遊佐浩二さん

Yuri Petrov/CV: Yusa Kōji

初めてルナティックを見た時はその異質さに驚きました。他のヒーローたちと比べて全く系統が違うという印象です。最初は怖かったです（笑）、特に目が。しかしその生い立ちやユーリの人物像を知るにつれ、この姿がピッタリだと思うようになりました。顔の手形については桂先生が触れられるかと思いますが、あの怒りとも妖しさとも哀しみとも取れる表情は秀逸だと思います。全体に施されたラインの模様も気に入っています。鋭角的なデザインが好きなので。デザインとは関係ないですが、スーツの性能はやはり手作りという感じですね（笑）。斎藤さんが作ってくれたらあんなことにはならなかったのになぁと個人的にはちょっと残念に思います。まぁ、そこは実力でカバー。

僕にとってはヒーローたちに負けない、まぎれもない "ヒーロー”です。

When I saw Lunatic for the first time, I was surprised at the different quality (of his design). I had the impression that his lineage was completely different compared to the other heroes. I was scared at first (laughs), especially of the eyes. However, as I learned about Yuri's upbringing and personality, I grew to think that his appearance was perfect. Katsura-Sensei added the handprint of his face (to his mask), which is excellent because I think that the expressions (Lunatic's) can be taken as angry, mysterious and sad. I also like the pattern of the lines applied to the whole because I like sharp design. While it has nothing to do with the design (concepts), the performance of the suit is still handmade (laughs). Personally, I'm a little disappointed that Mr. Saito had not made it, but his (Lunatic's) abilities covered up for it.

For me, he's unmistakably a "hero" who can't lose to the heroes.

From pages on Yuri's design:

ネクタイは、虎徹のネクタイと同じく真ん中にストライプを入れ、それをユーリの場合は、カクカクにしたデザインです。

白と黒に、中央が自身の立ち位置を示すグレーにしていて、前回より、彼のキャラクター性を表したつもりです。

The necktie is the same as Kotetsu's tie, with a stripe in the middle. In Yuri's case, it is a jagged design. It's white and black with the centre grey to indicate his stance, shown from his character in the previous installment (S1).

Colours Used (for Yuri's Design)

ミドルクールグレイ - Middle Cool Grey

デープクールグレイ - Deep Cool Grey

ホワイト (ネクタイ右半分の色) - White (right half of necktie)

クールグレイ（ネクタイ中央の色） - Cool Grey (middle of necktie)

ブラック (髪止め・リボン・クツのヒールネクタイ左半分の色) - Black (hair stoppers - his barrettes, ribbon, shoe heels, left half of necktie)

ライトスモークグリーン - Light smoke green (his hair)

スモークグリーン（まゆ毛） - Smoke Green (eyebrows)

スモークピンク（くちびる） - Smoke Pink (lips)

*口紅ではなく自色が悪い。- *It's not lipstick but it's a bad colour

ブラス - Brass (lawyer pin and on his briefcase handles and front enclosure)

ユーリは、「The Rising」では、新規デザインがなかったので、自分も楽しみでした。とはいえ職業柄、スーツ姿には変わりないので、遊べるところが少ないのですが、探は、ゲーム「ASTRAL CHAIN』で探いた四角いデザインを取り入れて、探えて、ボタンも四角くしています。

I was looking forward to the "The Rising" because there was no new design for Yuri. However, because of his occupation, he doesn't change his suit, so there were few places to play. So I incorporated the square design used in the game "ASTRAL CHAIN", and also used it for his buttons.

Yuri Draft:

TN: There is another colour chart with a tie in the colours from the previous season, but I haven't included it.

ユーリのネクタイ。ネクタイだけ、前TVシリーズのカラーリングにしてみましたが、結局やめました。

Katsura says he originally coloured the tie in the same colours as S1 but decided to stop.

From an interview with Katsura (maroon), Kase, Chiba, Hirata, Morita, Kotobuki, Shimazaki (all dark blue)

ーご自身が演じられているキャラクター以外で気になる存在はいますか？

-Is there anything you are interested in other than the character you are playing?

寿私はユーリが気になっていて、彼が好きです。『T&B2』では物語的にもユーリが熱い展開だったので、目が離せませんでした。先ほどユーリのデザイン画を見させていただいたのですが、改めてカバンやネクタイひとつとっても彼の小道具はすごくオシャレだなと思いました。あと、アニメで髪が逆立っているシーンもすごく幻想的で。

Kotobuki: I'm interested in Yuri, and I like him. In "T&B2", Yuri's story has passionate development, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I saw the drawings of Yuri's design, and thought the accessories of his bag and tie were very fashionable. Also, the scene in the anime, where his hair is standing on end is so fantastic.

桂ユーリの展開は衝撃的だよね。

僕もプロットの段階から、ルナティックのクライマックスは「嘘だ！もったいない！やめてよ」と何回も言った記憶があります。でも彼についてははっきりと言及されているわけじゃないから、まだどうなったかはわからないと思います（笑）。千葉さんは誰が気になりました？

Katsura: Yuri's development is shocking, isn't it?

During the plot stages, I remember saying: "It's a lie! What a waste! Stop it!" many times about Lunatic's ending (climax). But it's not clearly mentioned, so I don't think I understand what happened yet (laughs).

Mr. Chiba, who are you interested in?

千葉僕もキャラクターではないのですが、ルナティックのボウガンが良いなと。必殺技で「炎」は定番だと思うんですけど、その炎をボウガンで撃ち出すというアイデアが画期的でめちゃくちゃカッコいいなと思いました。

Chiba: I'm not interested in characters either (TN: Morita says earlier that he's not interested in characters), but Lunatic's bowgun is good. I think "flames" are standard special moves, but the idea of shooting flames with a bow gun was ground-breaking and incredibly cool.

TN: What follows is easily the greatest thing about this interview and it doesn't even have any Yuri/Luna content! 😭🤣

意外と評判が良い？男性キャラの「おしり」

Is it good that the male characters "butts'" are surprisingly popular?

島崎僕は自分の役で申し訳ないんですけど、トーマスのキュッとした「おしり」がたまりません！新ヒーローの中でエース的存在のトーマスが、ピチッとしたスーツを着ているところに痺れたんです。その分、気絶した時には残念な姿に映りましたが（笑）、内またのラインとかが顕著に出ていて、「さすが桂先生のおしり」だと思いました。

Shimazaki: I'm sorry to say this since it's my role, but Thomas' tight "butt" is irresistible! I was numb to the fact that Thomas, who is an ace among the new heroes, was wearing a tight suit. As a result, it was unfortunate when he fainted (laughs), because the inner line was prominent, and I thought: "as expected of Katsura-Sensei's butts".

桂あははは！でも、男の尻だよ?

Katsura: Ahahaha! But it's a man's ass?

島﨑どこからみてもラインが美しいんですよ。イケてます！

Shimazaki: No matter where you look, the line is beautiful. It's cool!

平田キュッとした桂先生の「おしり」、意外と評判いいですよ？

Hirata: Katsura-Sensei's "butts" are surprisingly popular, aren't they?

桂そうなの！？

Katsura: Is that so!?

島﨑虎徹とバーナビーのインナースーツを着ている時の「おしり」も良いですよね。

Shimazaki: The "butts" are also good when Kotetsu and Barnaby are wearing their inner suits.

桂どっちみち男の尻じゃん！（笑）

Katsura: Either way, it's a man's ass! (laughs)

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