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natsarrownecklacx · 1 year
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Agent Romanoff
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary- Talking about your feelings for your superior in the locker room may not be the best idea. Especially when she’s not as far as you think she is.
Word count- 728
Warnings- Natasha flustering R. That’s ab it. Minors DNI
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“I think I’m in love.” You say half jokingly, in reference to the spy who’s training session you’d just walked away from. “I mean did you see the way she took us all down without even breaking a sweat. Hot.”
Your friend, Rose, another new recruit for the avengers, laughs at your antics. Thinking you're just being silly. Because of course you’d think that way of your superior. “Sure, y/n/n.”
“Ugh no, you don’t understand.” You sigh exasperatedly. “I would do anything for Natasha Romanoff. Well- almost anything.”
Rose continues to laugh, her eyes crinkling at the sides as she bends over in an effort to catch her breath. “Of course you’d have a thing for Romanoff.” She continues to laugh, making light hearted jokes about you and your inappropriate feelings for your teacher. Until something behind you catches her attention. You watch as her eyes shift slightly to the left of you as she stands up straight, stopping her laughter completely.
“Leave.” A voice comes from behind you, making you freeze in place. You know that voice. It lingers in your mind throughout your days and haunts your dreams. God her voice.
Rose shoots you an apologetic look. Wordlessly nodding her head in understanding and exiting the room. No doubt going to her room to binge watch the hunger games.
Heat rises onto your cheeks as you realize she must have overheard your conversation with your friend. Too embarrassed to turn and face the other woman, you keep your eyes locked on the showers ahead of you. Listening as her steps get closer until you can feel her standing not even half a step away.
Natasha waits for you to look at her, to turn and acknowledge her presence. But patience has never been her strong suit, and she wants to see you. Reaching out her left hand she places it on your waist, using her grip there to turn you to face her. The contact along with the movement causes your breath to catch in your chest, a noise that didn’t go unnoticed by the spy.
“My eyes are up here y/n.” She says smugly, noting your hesitation to meet her gaze. Slowly, you move your line of sight from the arrow necklace around her neck to her eyes. Your gaze catching briefly on her lips.
Natasha’s eyes are dark when you look into them. With anger from what she overheard or something else, you can’t tell. Though you really hope she’s not angry with you. Having your new boss not like you sucks enough. But when you factor in the fact that your new boss is an avenger and part of her job is to train you, training that requires hand to hand combat, your life would be hell.
“I’m sorry, Agent Romanoff. I meant no disrespect.” 
Natasha only hums in response to you, amusement in her eyes at the way you've just addressed her. “Why almost anything?” Natasha asks, catching you off guard. She moves closer to you, so you're only a breath away from each other. Instinctively you move to take a step back, but the tightening of Natasha’s hand on your waist keeps you in place.
“What?” You ask, confusion clear in your words.
Amusement flashes through Natasha’s eyes. Her signature smirk curls onto her lips as she asks again. “Why would you do almost anything for me.” She mumbles, moving closer to you so that her next words are spoken against the skin of your cheek, her lips brushing against you. “What wouldn’t you do for me? What lines wouldn’t you cross? What do you deem as too far to go in order to have me?”
Your throat goes dry. Natasha steps closer to you, so that now you can feel her body against your own. This can’t be happening, you must be dreaming. “Or should I ask what would you do for me y/n?”
“Anything.” You answer dumbly, your mind fumbling desperately for the words. “I would do anything for you.”
“Anything?” She asks. You can feel her smile against your skin. Her hot breath fanning against you makes you shiver. You nod, not trusting your voice, closing your eyes to focus on the drag of her lips against your skin. 
Slowly, she moves her lips across your face, up your cheek and across to your ear. “Good.” She whispers, before stepping away from you completely.
She smiles at you then turns to leave the room, walking out without even glancing back at you. She’s just left you a blushing mess in the locker room. She’s amazing and frustrating and so so hot. She’s your superior. And now she knows you have a thing for her.
She’s going to have fun using that to her advantage.
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Part Two
A/n- I don’t usually write stuff like this, just wanted to give it a try. Lmk what you think
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 5 months
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Could you possibly do these prompts for Natasha ?
23, "Like my name that much, do you..? Moan it then... Moan my name, [insert pet-name]...
27, "Darling... you sound sinfully delicious...
33, "Don't do that... Let me see you."
~🌴 a writer you talk to :)
Hey hey hey 🌴 anon!! Thank you for the request <3 I can absolutely do this. Thank you for your patience! Enjoy 💞💞
Caught and Captured ~Agent Natasha Romanoff xFem Agent!Reader
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#23. "Like my name that much, do you..? Moan it then... Moan my name, [insert pet-name]..."
#27. "Darling... you sound sinfully delicious..."
#33. "Don't do that... Let me see you."
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, self-pleasure, implied voyeurism kink, eating out, kissing, teasing, implied future smut, etc.
Enjoy (;
The tension on the Quinjet was palpable. One could cut it with a knife…
You, Agent Romanoff, and two other agents were flying back to the Avengers compound from a heated mission. As soon as you landed, Romanoff was nowhere to be seen. You scoffed at the redheads behavior.
“What’s up?” One of your fellow agents asked you.
“Hmm nothing just Romanoff…” you huffed.
You were all handed the paperwork for the mission, meaning your day would be filled to the brim by boring bureaucracy. You grumbled to the other agents along the way about Agent Romanoff and how frustrating you found her.
She had led the mission, and she didn’t ever give you a chance. She didn’t seem to trust you. You were always the one left at the jet, or stuck on surveillance. It boiled your blood. She didn’t respect you.
By the end of the day, you had finally finished the days paperwork. You were tired, and you needed a shower. You made it to your personal room, dropping your things. You didn't even make it to the bathroom, flopping down on your bed, your hand immediately wandering down beneath your uniform pants.
You sighed out in content as your fingers circled around your clit. Quickly, you brought yourself to the edge, more and more not keeping your volume in check. And your mind could not help but revolve around a certain redhead...
As you were so close to cumming, you heard a creak at the door. Your hand jolted out from your pants, and your eyes shot open. Your wide eyes met Natasha leaning against the doorway.
"Darling... you sound sinfully delicious..." Romanoff purred with a wicked grin on her face.
You began panicking, your mind spiraling. Your mouth went completely dry, you were frozen. But Natasha wasn't. She closed your door, making sure to lock it and came over to you. She straddled your lap with ease, making you extremely flustered.
"You were thinking about me, weren't you...?" the redhead cockily taunted.
You gulped and blushed. Hard. You nodded slowly.
"No..." she growled, "Say it."
"I was... thinking of you, Natasha..." you whimpered.
Your words made the woman smirk in wicked delight. She then began grinding done in your lap, making you whimper out even more. Her lips then found yours, and that's when you knew that this woman owned your ass. The kiss got passionate quickly, and pretty soon, the two of you were throwing your clothes off and aside.
Once fully on display, you instinctually tried to cover yourself.
"Don't do that... Let me see you." Natasha cooed, swatting your hands away.
The redhead then situated herself in between your legs. And her hot mouth almost immediately found home in your core. You whimpered and moaned out in desperate pleasure.
"More please more...!!" you moaned.
"Like my name that much, do you..? Moan it then... Moan my name, Detka..." Natasha taunted.
"Please Natasha Please Please!!" You moaned loudly.
"Sound so pretty, Detka..." the redhead wickedly cooed, "Let's see what other pretty sounds I can pull from you..."
The woman then slipped two of her fingers into your aching heat.
God she was going to be your downfall...
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slavicshadownr · 1 year
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Phil: My life is in the hands of an idiot.
Barton: *Motioning to himself and Nat* No, two idiots.
Natasha: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!!
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batllethinker · 1 year
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Agents Wandanat moodboard
An fbi agent and a shield agent cross paths
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widowpunx · 1 year
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Wandanat + Post Endgame
Hope you enjoy the journey ...
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aintinacage · 1 year
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The Red Room
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hjbirthdaywishes · 4 months
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November 22, 2023
Happy 39 Birthday to Scarlett Johansson.
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ssanox · 1 year
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The Post Wedding Soiree
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Summary: When Y/n meets Nat at Pepper and Tony's wedding party. Y/n was the girl who made the cake and is a friend of Pepper's.
Pairing: Natasha x Y/n fem reader.
Content Warning: A little bit of alcohol consumption (They are drinking champagne)
Inspo: Loosely based off an episode of How I Met Your Mother
Word Count: Around 1kish?
*I just want to say that this is my first time posting and writing up here. I didn't really know what to post so why not post a short imagine. *
Y/n was looking around the party scene and she just so happened to see Natasha. She thought that the red haired woman was straight up gorgeous.
She continued to look at Natasha, in totally a not creepy way. she watched as everyone was basically huddled up together and playfully pushed and shoved each other. The gorgeous red haired woman just stood still looking completely over it.
Natasha wore a black suit that practically made her breasts be on display and red bottom heels. "I'm no better than a man" Y/n thought to herself and laughed silently to herself.
Natasha was surprised she caught it. If anything she didn't even think she was gonna catch it, she just participated for Pepper. "I wonder who the lucky man will be... Or woman." Pepper subtly mumbled the part and smirked to herself as she finished speaking.
"Oh Goddd" Nat mumbled as she handed the bouquet back to Pepper who was still smirked at her. She walked off towards to the open bar where she saw a woman with black hair leaning up against the bar.
"Would you like another drink?" Natasha asked in her naturally rasp voice. Y/n looked back at whoever spoke to her and was surprised to see the red haired woman with the brown piercing eyes. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she replied with a "Yes, please." She was finally able to get a closer look at the woman she admired from across the room.
Natasha got the woman a drink and was already curious of her. " I feel like I should tell you this.. I have a rule to not hook up with people at weddings." Y/n quickly said and ended up chuckling. It was kind of an awkward chuckle, she thought on her part. When on the other hand, Natasha couldn't help to find it a little bit cute and giggle.
"Why do I feel like you have this rule from experience?" Natasha asked.
"Not from my personal experiences exactly, but I can definitely tell you that it isn't all that great and romantic." Y/n further explain to the woman. She was not ashamed of doing so though.
Natasha could tell that this woman wasn't that bad and it wouldn't hurt to see where this night could go with her. "Yeahhhh I agree with you, and it's coming from experience. I have a rule that I don't hook up on the first date." Natasha laughs off and Y/n laughed along with her.
Y/n placed her hand on Natasha's arm and felt her tense and quickly took her hand away. "I'm sorry for doing that." Y/n said quickly said.
"No, you didn't do anything. I was just caught off guard. It's alright." She replied.
"I saw you with the bouquet and your reaction to catching it was hilarious." Y/n quickly changed the slightly awkward mood the felt awkward yet again on her part. "Oh.. That was just.. I don't even know. I don't see myself married as of right now even getting anything too serious." Natasha explains.
"Damn.. and I thought you was here trying to hit on me for a minute there." Y/n joked.
Y/n was exactly looking for a relationship either, so all they were doing was some harmless flirting.
"You thought that was me hitting on you? Ah darling, no.. I feel like you'd know if I was making moves on you. My moves are top tier. This is me not making moves on you." Natasha laughs it off.
"Damnn.. You know what, your lost/" She playfully shrugs off and rolls her eyes. Natasha quietly laughs at her and just looks at her for a little bit. They just kept staring at each other eyes in comfortable silence until Natasha thought of something.
It was quiet for a few more seconds, then Natasha broke the silence. "Back to the net hooking up at weddings though. The worst part of doing that is the next day."
"Yes. I definitely agree. The having sex with a random person part is not bad but the next day.. yeaaa." Y/n replies.
Natasha joins in on the small laugh. it was quiet for a few second then this time Y/n breaks the silence. "You know what.. you're here and I"m here at this beautiful wedding and we will most likely not even see each other again. So let's just hang out and do something fun that we can look back at later on in our separate lives and laugh about it with our friends."
It was silent again for a while as Natasha was thinking about it. "Okay, let's do it." Natasha finally agrees. "I don't even know your name? What do I even call you?" She asks Y/n.
Y/n was wondering if she should actually give this woman her name. It wasn't like she was going to actually see her agin. "Y/n/n. That's my nickname. What do I call you?" Y/n replied.
"Red. That'll be my nickname.. or just call me 'Lia." Natasha didn't exactly want to give her name to a woman she doesn't know. So she just settled for either Red or Lia.
"This is me totally not making moves on you, but do you wanna leave this party and go find an empty room and have a small party?" Natasha finally asked. She nervously chewed on the inside of her cheek because she didn't know if Y/n was going to agree or not.
Y/n contemplated on it and finally agreed. Natasha smiled and nodded. They both stood up and grabbed hands as they ran off. Before they left the room, Natasha "borrows" a bottle of champagne and two glasses before leaving the room with Y/n in tow.
DONE.
Hope you enjoyed reading.. This was kind short but oh well.. loll.
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thestarkkid3000 · 2 years
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The shield partners ✨
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This is actually a poster for my story, if you want to read it, click here
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secretlysomebody · 1 year
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So I was just chilling on YouTube, watching older music videos and started going down a rabbit hole of Justin Timberlake.
Who was going to tell me that Scarlett Johansson is the girl from What Goes Around…Comes Around?? Like—
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natsarrownecklacx · 1 year
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Agent Romanoff Part Two
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary- Natasha gets jealous when she sees you with another recruit, she makes sure you know who you belong to.
Word count-1,785
Warnings- Smut, fingering, praise kink, mention of spanking, semi public sex, superior x trainee, jealous Natasha, Daddy kink. Minors DNI
Part One
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It’s been three weeks since that day with Agent Romanoff in the locker room. Neither of you have spoken of it since. Not to each other and not to anyone else.
In front of other agents and trainees Natasha is the picture perfect mentor. She keeps herself composed and professional, treating you the same as any other rookie.
On the rare moments when you find yourself alone with Natasha, however, she finds herself being less than professional.
It’s not as if she seeks you out, doesn’t follow you into the changing room with the intention to have her way with you. But on the occasions when she does find herself alone with you, she just can’t help herself.
She hasn’t touched you yet, she finds the building desperation in you to be far too entertaining and enticing. But she does take every god given opportunity to tease you. To run her hand over your thigh under the table during meals. To let her eyes linger shameless as they run over every inch of your body, undressing you with her eyes as she does so.
Her favorite thing to do is to catch you off guard when other people are around, usually in training sessions when no one is looking and she can whisper “good girl” in your ear as you throw knives at a moving target. The hitch in your breath, although quiet, never seems to lose its effect of making her heart rate quicken.
Knowing you feel the same way for her as she does you isn’t helping her keep her composure around you and others, but Natasha is nothing if not a well trained and talented spy. So in front of others she presents a calm and collected exterior, on the inside however her heart does a 180 every time she sees you smile or laugh. Or when you practice her moves in training. Though for the latter, it’s for a different reason than the previous two.
In short, Natasha had been handling her growing desire for you pretty well. That is until today, when she had to watch as one of the new male recruits flirted with you so boldly and made you laugh. In your defense, you’d merely registered his flirtation as a form of friendship, far too enamored with your mentor to notice the man’s attempt at flirting with you.
But Natasha didn’t see it that way. She saw your smiling face and blush tinted cheeks as a sign that you may be getting tired of her games.
Maybe she isn’t being clear enough, maybe you’d misinterpreted her advances as a way to get through the day instead of holding herself back from having you the way she wants.
Either way, what Natasha couldn’t have was the way the recruit put his arm around you as he flexed his muscles to show off.
Disgusting, Natasha thinks to herself, a grimace on her face as she shakes away the image of his smug smile at seeing you giggle. Then a smirk slides onto the face, if it’s a clearer sign you need, Natasha is more than willing to give it to you.
“You’re all dismissed early today!” Natasha calls into the room, every person inside turning to face her at her command. “You stay behind, Agent y/n. I need a word.”
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You had no idea why Natasha wanted you to say back after training. Maybe she wanted to tell you whatever was going on between you was over. God you hope not. Your little crush on her has grown to full on pining.
Her advances seemed to be getting bolder and more frequent, you had hoped it was a sign that she was into you. That she saw you as more than a distraction from her daily responsibility of training in new agents for SHIELD.
But no, what Agent Romanoff needed to speak to you about was your form in training. Apparently you’d been inadequate when going through target practice. Something about your hold on the gun meaning your aim was off, or so she said.
So now here you are standing in front of the target simulator while agent Romanoff stands to your left and criticizes your shooting skill. You're honestly not sure why she’s being so critical, you're the top of your class in all areas. Director Fury himself said you are the most promising agent to come into the organization since Romanoff.
Natasha tsks at your side, bringing your attention back to your surroundings and to her. “You’re not holding your gun right, Agent.”
She shakes her head as she walks towards you, not stopping until she’s right behind you. Without warning she brings her hands to your hips, pulling your back against her front, then moving her arms around your own she rests her hands on top of yours. “Like this.” She says, moving your hands the way she wants, humming in satisfaction at your compliance.
Slowly, as if nothing else matters, she moves her hands back up your arms and down your body until they rest around your waist. “Take the shot.” She whispers in your ear, smiling as you do as she says and shoot right in the center of the target.
Natasha tightens her grip on your waist, whispering “Good girl” in your ear. The action along with her words cause a whimper to fall from your mouth. The weeks of teasing have left a mark on you, their result being heightened, almost unbearable desperation.
Hearing the pitiful sound fall from your lips, a smirk falls over Natasha’s, she has you where she wants you. Now she just needs to take what’s hers.
She brings her head to rest in the crook of your neck, gently nuzzling her nose against your pulse point, causing another strangled sound to leave your throat. “What’s the matter agent?”
You can feel the smirk on her lips as she presses them to the skin of your neck, leaving slow, open mouth misses there. “Natasha-“
“Is that any way to address your superior, agent y/l/n.” Her voice turns stern, her arms using their position to pull you flush against her. “Do you need to be punished, agent? Reminded of your place?”
Her words should scare you, the threat should you have apologizing, begging for forgiveness. Instead, the only response you can manage is to nod your head and push back against the warm body behind you.
Natasha laughs, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Aww my poor baby. Have I worked you up so much that you’d take a punishment just to be touched. Hmm? Would you let me spank you, y/n?”
“Yes. But maybe it’s just that your idea of a punishment is different to mine.”
Natasha’s eyes darken, her breath coming out heavier. She didn’t realize your tastes would be so alike hers. Now that she knows it, she can use it to her advantage in the future, for now though she needs to hold herself back.
“Maybe next time, Kotenok. For now, I’d like to touch you, make you come on my fingers. Would that be alright with you, Dekta?”
A moan falls past your lips as you nod your head in approval. With consent Natasha snakes her hands down from your hips to the waistband of your pants and underwear, slipping inside.
The pads of her fingers find your clit and start with gentle, lose circles, torturing you with a slow pace. “Please.” You whimper, turning your head toward her, looking her in the eyes. They're so dark, the green around them barely visible.
“You sound so pretty when you beg, y/n.” Keeping her eyes locked on yours she pushes two fingers inside of you, slipping them in easily. She keeps the same pace as she fucks you with her fingers, slow and deep.
It's torturous, it’s maddening, but it feels so good and it has you heaving for more. Without even thinking you buck your hips against her fingers, grinding down on the palm of her hand.
The resounding groan that leaves Natasha’s throat fogs your brain to a near dizzying level. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers.”
Her words cause an unbearable heat to pool between your legs, your hips picking up their pace. A guttural moan falls past your lips, your head falling to rests on Natasha’s shoulder.
“M-more. Please da- Natasha.”
Natasha slows her fingers inside you. She brings her free hand to your jaw, turning you to face her. “Go on baby. Call me daddy. I know you want to. Be a good girl for daddy and say it.”
A moan falls from your lips before you can catch it. You don’t even have time to be embarrassed about what she’s saying before you respond mindlessly. “Please, daddy.”
Natasha brings her other hand to rest on your hips, guiding her movements against her hand. At the same time she’s quickens the pace of her fingers, fucking you deeper and curling them against your walls. She finds the spongy spot inside you that has you crying out, repeatedly brushing her fingers against it.
“Oh god, please. I’m so close.” You cry out, moaning and gasping for air. Your words only seem to spur her on, her lips closing around your ear lob, sucking it between her lips while she speeds up the movement of her fingers.
“Shh baby. You can cum when you need to. Daddy won't stop you. Keep going, don’t stop until you give me what’s mine.”
Natasha continues her movements with her fingers until you're right at the edge, the release you crave so badly right in front of you. She brings her mouth down to your pulse point, taking it between her lips and sucking a mark there.
“Mmm Daddy.” You moan out, tilting your head to allow her more access. She continues to leave her mark over your neck, down your collarbones and shoulders. Anywhere she can reach she marks, mumbling praises against your skin while she does so.
“Now everyone will know you belong to me.” Her murmured words shoot pleasure through you, your walls tightening around her fingers.
“Fuck Daddy!” You cum around her fingers, moaning her name and pleas for her not to stop. Unable to stop herself, Natasha keeps her fingers moving inside you, wanting to draw out your pleasure for as long as she can.
Only when it becomes too much and you start to whimper does she remove her fingers. “You did so well, Dorogoy.” She praises you, leaving kisses along your collar bones and up to leave one on your cheek.
“After this I don’t think I can go back to keeping my hands off of you, Agent.”
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A/n- My first time writing smut idk if it’s any good but hope ye like it anyways
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 6 months
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Knife Play Kink with Natasha Romanoff ~Kinktober 2023
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Happy October 12th!!! It’s almost two week of Kinktober 💜🥀 On the agenda today is a Knife Kink. This with the fiery redhead, Natasha Romanoff. Enjoy!! 🖤
Previous Day <—found here!
Kinktober 2023 <—Here!!
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Warnings: NSFW, implied smut, knife kink, knives, blood, bleeding, teasing, kissing, pet names, implied pain kink, implied future smut, etc…
Enjoy (;
The second you walked through your apartment door, you were ambushed and pushed forcefully against the door, knife to your throat.
Your eyes widened and you gasped as the redhead pressed the sharp object against your supple skin. Natasha met your gaze with her fiery, dark eyes. Her other hand held you firm against the door, with her body trapping you.
“Heyyy Detka…” the redhead wickedly purred.
“Hi Nat” you breathed out.
Natasha watched your pupils dilate in don’t of her own eyes, as she continued to press the knife on your neck. She then swiftly pulled you into a brutal kiss. Her lips dominated yours and you couldn’t help but moan as you were still restricted by the sharp metal at your throat.
The redhead pulled away for a breath, and she then retracted the blade.
“Bedroom.” She breathed out.
You nodded breathlessly, practically bouncing to your shared bedroom. You scurried to remove all of your clothing as quick as you could. Natasha sauntered up to the doorway of the bedroom, shamelessly and amusingly watching you undress.
“You like the knife?” The redhead asked.
That was her way of checking in with you about it.
You stopped at taking your bra off to look at the woman. Your eyes widened and you nodded vigorously. Natasha swiftly came up to you, pressing the blade to your chest, in between your breasts. She applied more pressure this time around.
“I need words.” The redhead demanded seriously.
“Yes. Don’t stop.” You whimpered.
You then felt the blade slice into the skin in between your tits slightly, feeling the little blood trickle down into your bra. You winced lightly, a wave of shivers and goosebumps washing over your skin. Natasha did this all with a wicked grin on her face. Your mouth was agape and you were rendered semi-speechless.
“I—It’s Hot.” You managed to choke out, making Natasha chuckle.
“Good. Because we won’t be stopping anytime soon…” the redhead lustfully husked in your ear.
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Next Day <—Collaring Kink!!
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slavicshadownr · 1 year
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Phil: Everyone always asks me, how do you handle Barton and Romanoff?
Phil: The secret is, I don’t. I have no control over them whatsoever. This morning, Natasha called my name, and when I showed up to see what was going on, they both shot me in the head with nerf guns.
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visually-corrupted · 3 months
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by Maca [jayh.sketch]
[based on this book cover]
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esmerxyaugusta · 2 months
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[ maria coming back from a mission ]
nat: are you okay? are you hurt?
maria: *shaking her head* but i think i need sleep
nat: what, why? we have a date tonight *pouts*
maria: blood loss
nat: I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T INJURED
maria: i mean my period, vagina blood loss
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hjbirthdaywishes · 1 year
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November 22, 2022
Happy 38 Birthday to Scarlett Johansson. 
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