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[tahliafox]

Dirty secret.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: You were Natasha’s dirty secret. Set in the 1950s. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut, soft sex.

Word count: 1968 

“Can I ask you things?” The phone was held close to your mouth as you whispered, afraid of someone understanding the intent captive within your words. The fear of rejection was slowly settling into your stomach as she didn't answer immediately. She was so much older than you, and knew lots more than you. God, she probably thought you were so naïve. Your hands shook, so did your breath, waiting for the woman on the other end of the phone to answer. 

Despite being alone in her room, in the comfort of her own home, Natasha was posed similarly. The hunch of her back and hair strewn over her face did nothing to dissipate her glamour. She cradled the receiver in her hand, as if she was holding the delicacy of your face, and pressed her lips to the plastic. Her voice was lowered to a whisper, but that did nothing to cloud the desperation that she seeped.

“Yes.” 

A trembling breath was heard.

“Please, ask me things.”

You smiled against the phone, dipping your head forwards at the answer. You were going to ask her things. It was the first time today that your boyfriend had settled into your mind. Arthur. 

“God, you sound like a schoolgirl” He had groaned on the other side of the kitchen island. “Do you have a crush on this woman? You’ve barely known her a day and I can see you blushing as you speak.”

His hands were gripping the counter tightly, making your stomach flutter- but not in the way Natasha had you feeling. This flutter had been uneasy and unwelcomed. He looked like he wanted to hurt you. 

Natasha’s voice broke your train of thought, everything flew from your mind as she spoke. 

“You can ask me tomorrow. I will come over.”

The dial tone of the phone rang, and her voice was gone again.

You spent the night cleaning your apartment, worrying about how out of place Natasha would look standing in your dingy living room. Then, in the morning, you cleaned some more, spraying freshener around the apartment and opening some windows. 

The judgement you had expected to find on the woman's face was not there when you opened the door. She was standing there, she's actually there. You swallowed, took in a sharp breath through your parted lips, then welcomed her in.

“Your landlady let me in. Sorry if I surprised you.” She spoke for the first time and the giddy feeling was drawn back into, just like last night when you were talking on the phone. Maybe Arthur was right, you did have a crush on the woman. Can I have feelings for a woman? 

Maybe that was what you would ask her. 

Natasha walked through the hallway, eyes flitting around the photos hung up on the walls. You were suddenly aware of all the cracks in the ceiling, and the squeak of the floorboards. Your eyebrows furrowed and you shut your eyes tightly, cringing at the derelict room.

“Is this your boyfriend?” If you hadn't been so aware of the state of the place, you would have noticed the edge on her voice. She seemed to go tense and her fingers brushed against the copper picture frame. You hesitantly glanced at where she was pointing, then nodded. 

“Arthur.” You said. 

Natasha took a few more paces, into the kitchen and lent herself against the counter, facing you. Her arms extended to her sides, holding her up, and she sighed.

“Do you like him?” She asked. Weren't you the one who was supposed to ask questions?

“He is… ok.” You muttered. Natasha tilted her head and a small smile graced her lips. Why was she smiling at your misery?

“Ok? Boyfriends aren't supposed to be ok.” She chuckled, then added. “However, he is a man so I’m hardly surprised.”

“Women are better?” The statement was posed as a question and Natasha gazed to the floor. Was that too far? The words rushed out of your mouth before you could stop them and god, you absolutely were so naïve to think that the woman standing before you would actually answer that question without judgement. You froze, then inhaled, then rambled.

“I- I mean, well, men are so rough, and not very nice. And I don't know if I like that. Maybe I need someone more gentle than Arthur. But you say that men are ok, so could I find one better than him? Am i even good enough to have someone better than him- and- and what if i dont deserve better, what if-”

Natasha cut you off at the incredulous idea of you not being good enough, not deserving better. She was better. You were law-breakingly perfect to her. No religious rules, no societal expectation could fade away your delicacy and charm. The law against two women being together stunned her on a daily basis, of course it was set by a man. No man could ever be this perfect in her eyes. No person. 

“Angel.” she interrupted. You stopped, then started to try and calm your breathing. She walked forwards to you then ran her hands over your shoulders. Pale fingers brushed the hair out of your eyes. Natasha smiled, gently, longingly. Often pervaded with words, the blank sheet that clouded her mind troubled her. Yet, it was hard to register that trouble when you were standing in front of her. 

“You deserve better. You deserve gentleness, softness, intimacy.” and though it pained her, she mumbled. “Someone is out there, it will be like that with someone. I know you will find it, my dear.”

Before you could stop yourself, you asked,

“Would it be like that with you?”

Natasha smiled and cupped your face, looked above your face, as she was taller than you, and pulled you in closer. 

“It would.”

Her lips were right there, all you had to do was lean up. You wanted her to show you, and you would be damned if it didn’t happen today. You wanted gentle, you wanted kind. You wanted her. 

“Show me.” You pleaded. “Please, show me. I need you to show me.”

Natasha whimpered and looked into your eyes once more. 

“Natasha.”

Her name dripped from your mouth and any restraint she had left. Her lips pressed onto yours and parted softly. Her breath was in your mouth, then her hands were in your hair and all you could feel was the aching, throbbing of your entire being. She needed to do more, she had to do more. 

You kissed her with desperation and when she responded so beautifully your legs started to buckle, your hands gripped at her shoulders. God, she was going to kill you, this was going to end you and you didn't care. This was everything. 

“God, my angel.” she pulled back a few millimeters and started repeatedly pecking your lips. Her mouth trailed down your face, to your jaw, then neck. “You’re so good, so perfect.”

How could something this good be so wrong?

“Please.” Your leg was pulled onto her hip and her wandering, gripping hands were touching your thigh. “Please, please, please.” Your head tipped back and she moaned so wetly into your ear. 

“You’re trembling.” she muttered into your skin. For you, you thought over and over. All for her. 

Her hand danced up your thigh and her lips found yours again, but you couldn't focus on kissing her back when her polished fingers were pressing over your panties, over your wetness. She could feel you seeping through the thin cotton and suddenly nothing was enough, nothing would ever be enough until she had you whole. 

Her fingers raced from your underwear, back to your thighs and she hoisted you onto her hips. “Show me where your bedroom is.” She moaned. You pointed to the door to your left and she walked into the room with you wrapped around her. 

She let you down and stood you Infront of her. Her hands found the buttons to your blouse, she asked you permission to undress you, then did. Everything was shaky, trembling and you thought it was from nerves, but how could a woman like her ever be nervous with a girl like you. She was so.. So everything. Everything you weren't, but in this movement she wanted you. She needed you.

Her pure desperation for you finally made you feel something good, something important. And god, you were important if she needed you. 

“Fuck, my angel.” your top had been discarded on the floor, with your skirt and you were left in nothing but your cotton panties. Her hand glided over your boob, brushing your pert nipples and finding their way to your neck. “Unworldly.” she mumbled. 

You whimpered, and she kissed you again, this time slower with more patience. Your hands went to her ginger hair, soft and slow. Her fingers made her way back to your underwear, she cupped you then palmed her hand a few times making your body jolt into her. 

“Just like that.” she pulled back and pressed her forehead against yours. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you.” she hooked her fingers around your underwear then fell down your body, pulling them down. Her mouth was suddenly level with your cunt. “So pretty.”

Her forehead pressed desperately against your pubic bone and she could only smell you, feel you, touch you.

“Please. Please let me.” She begged, and you didn’t know what she was begging for but you nodded your head anyways. You could never say no to her. 

And when her tongue ran its way through the slick heat of you, everything became worth it. Every single moment you had waited, the agony of needing her yet not getting her was nothing because all you could feel was her mouth, and her hands.

You found home in her hair, clutching at it, tugging. She moaned into you and the vibrations brought you right to the edge. Arthur had never made you cum, no one had. The feeling was so unfamiliar and new your heart was starting to flutter more than it already was.

Natasha must have heard it, or felt it somehow because she was all of a sudden running two fingers through your folds, then curling them inside of you, gently. The windows being open had left your mind ages ago, and you screamed.

You screamed so desperately and so hotly that Natasha nearly came herself. 

“Say my name, baby.” she asked.

You complied immediately and started chanting her name like a prayer. Somehow the audio of her being kept bringing you closer to the edge, and you wanted to fall so badly your words got quicker and more incoherent and Natasha sped her mouth and fingers up. 

She brought your clit into her mouth and sucked on it, then ran her tongue up and down you, to suck again. Her fingers found a fast pace within you and curled incessantly, hitting something  so good every single time. 

“Let go, darling. Cum for me.” The words sounded so dirty leaving her, but so right. You followed her orders and fell over the edge.

You could feel everything, yet nothing. The explicitly overwhelming feeling of her hands, her mouth and the throbbing of your cunt was so much you screamed, people must've thought you were being murdered. Natasha flew up your body and started using you mouth with hers, swallowing all the vulgar noises that dared to leave you. 

After what seemed like an hour you started coming back down into her. She held you so tightly, yet so softly, you were immediately grounded within her. 

“My perfect, little girl.” she whispered like it was a dirty secret and you nodded. 

“Yours.” you confirmed and she nuzzled into you.

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[tahliafox]

Only you.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: “Oh, baby. It's only you. My special, little girl.” Natasha whispered into your ear, like a dirty secret. 

Warnings: Angst, Making out.

Word count: 1938 

This is an add on to Dirty Secret, my last published story.

Your finger flitted gently over the F# a couple times before a light pressure caused a horrendous off-key sound coming from the G in front of it. Your eyes tightly closed shut at the mistake.

“It’s an F#, darling.” The deep voice that appeared beside you made you flinch into a pair of thin, delicate hands that came to rest on your  tender shoulders. A green-flecked gaze ran over Natasha’s perfectly polished nails. From instant perception, the older woman's voice seemed to be aroused with disappointment.

The hand that once rested on your shoulder came and grasped at your shaky hands to place them onto the right keys. “A, then F#, then back to A. The notes are in triplets, play it rhythmically and evenly. That may prevent you from slipping again.” You took in a quiet breath, drying out your wanting lips. 

“I'm sorry, I have been trying to play it for ages now. I just can't get it right.” Your voice came out shaky, the breath taken in did little to calm your nerves- further prevented by the divine presence behind you. Natasha ran her hand back over to your shoulder and comfortingly caressed the tiffany blue, cotton shirt. Nimble fingers played with the satin collar that had been folded neatly, framing your porcelain neck. It was unfolded and folded again in exactly the same way, however it seemed to look neater after Natasha’s touch. 

“Why don’t you take a break, sweetheart. Maybe we could clear your head a little.” Natasha looked into your eyes through the gold-framed mirror in front of you both. You blushed under her gaze, as always, and nodded your head. “Fancy a walk?”`

You found yourself thoughtlessly agreeing.

Dancing ballet through thin plaits and red ribbons, the wind seemed to cool your forever flushed cheeks. Golden shards of light peaked through the patterned skyline created by browning leaves. The tree's trunks were home to a blanket of moss that creeped its way up through the branches. Ruby red heels clicked along the stoney, concrete road - that had been framed roughly by brittle leaves fallen from adjacently-lined rows of tall autumn-stained trees. 

Your hand fiddled with the fur lining at the end of your coat, nimble fingers occasionally brushing against the coffee-coloured, plaid skirt you had on. Your eyes were trained on the floor, watching your every step, dear God don’t fall over. You were oh-so careful, trying not to trip over any loose stones that may have been in your way- after all, embarrassing yourself in front of Natasha any more that you already had was the only thing racing through your mind. 

Covered in a ebony-black trench coat, Natasha looked glamorous and rich as always, with a cherry cigarette hanging from her lips. Her hair was tucked neatly into a french beret, secured by two pure gold clips. Everything she owned was so expensive, so expensive that you started to feel worth something every time Natasha layed her gentle fingers against your scarred skin.

“The sunsets are always beautiful this time of year.” Natasha put forth. Her hand was gently intertwined with your own, repeatedly rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand. The unconscious movement managed to both calm and panic you at the same time. The overwhelming being of Natasha never ceased to leave your frame of mind, she was always there. 

Natasha was not expecting the silence she was met with after her remark. You clearly had not cleared your mind yet. “Please try to stop thinking, darling. You have been ever-so stressed recently and it's starting to worry me- and believe me I need nothing less than more worry lines on my forehead.” she chuckled. Your gaze whipped from the gravel path into Natasha’s eyes. 

“You are beautiful.” You spluttered. Natasha blushed softly and raised her eyebrows- making you choke on a dry throat. The soft cigarette smoking coming from Natasha’s mouth weaved its way through the air. “I- I mean that you shouldn't worry about getting lines on your face. You’re already so beautiful and I- well there's nothing that could happen to your face to erase that.” You un-methodically rambled.  

Natasha listened with a sweet smile on her face. Her eyelashes fluttered as she took in the wonder in your eyes as you spoke about her. “Well, thank you very much, sweetheart.” Natasha squeezed your hand tightly in hers with the intention of comfort. 

You smiled and looked back at the floor, the disorder of thoughts slowly clearing. “Did you talk to Darren about my sleeping arrangements? He asked me to clear out the guest room downstairs for whilst he is away- to keep you company.” You changed the subject. Natasha’s smile sunk a little at the mention of her husband. 

“Why don’t we take a trip away as well. Nobody is needing us here, we could go to Rome. I know you speak italian.” Natasha mumbled. You nodded your head at the option. Rome was always lovely at this time of the year, and your apartment there looked over the skyline perfectly.

“I have a place there.” You mentioned. Natasha looked at her, surprised.

“You do?”

“Well, it used to be my Nonno’s, but after he passed away I inherited it. It's completely paid off and everything.”

Natasha smiled at you as you both got to the end of the gravelled road, reaching a perfectly preserved fence. A bay horse lifted its head from the grass, looking over to see you and Natasha standing over the fence. Natasha clicked her tongue at her horse.

The horse came trotting over with its head held high. 

“How come I don't look after the horses as well as the house?” You asked.

“I assumed you were not trained with equine animals. If you had mentioned it in your resume I would have discussed it with you.” Natasha ran her hand along the stripe on the geldings head.

“Oh- I am not trained with horses, I just assumed I would take care of everything.” You hesitated for a second. “You have other maids?”

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head a little at the tone of your question. “Well, yes. It's a rather large estate and it would be impossible for you to clean it yourself, especially because you're not a live-in maid.” 

The realisation that there were other people that could possibly be this close to Natasha shot its way through your stomach like a bullet. What if you weren’t special? What if Natasha was just overly kind, overly giving? What if she’d been with another woman? A concerned look settled onto your face and, unbeknownst to yourself, Natasha was watching every twitch, every little movement to try and read what you were thinking. So lost in thought, you didn't even realise that Natasha's hand had let go of your own hand, and was now reaching its way onto your cheek. 

The juxtaposing smells of Natasha’s cherry wrist and the horse's mane were able to pull you out of a trance. Natasha held your face ever-so delicately and lifted your chin so she could look directly into soft eyes. Like the scent of Natasha, a cherry shade flooded onto your cheeks- all the way to the tips of your ears. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” Natasha kindly demanded.

“Do you talk to everyone like this? Do you… well, are you with anyone as well as this?” The innocence of the question, followed with the despair that painted its way onto your face made Natasha pull you into her firm hold. You wrapped your arms around Natashas waist as one of her hands made its way into your hair, scratching at your scalp softly. 

“Oh, baby, only you. My special, little girl.” Natasha whispered into your ear, like a dirty secret. You burrowed your head into Natasha’s neck, allowing the sweet smell to dissipate your thoughts. Natasha rested her chin on top of combed hair and swayed you in her arms, whilst continuously stroking a line from the base of your neck to scalp.

After a long moment, you pulled away from Natasha’s neck, keeping the woman close in your arms. Your head turned away from Natasha’s gaze, scouting the area to see if anyone was with the two of you. 

“Kiss me.” You stated.

Natasha seemed to know everything, but at this moment she went foolish, you hadn't asked her for anything since that night. Often pervaded with words, she found herself speechless. She’d kissed you before, she’d fucked you before yet this was different, thought through- intimate, less impulsive. Sharply inhaling through her nose, (the sweet smell of you not helping her state of overwhelm) went blank, and opened her mouth.

“What?” The older woman's voice, unlike her face, was filled with emotion and expression.  It held a tone of something that you’d never heard before- disbelief maybe, so abnormal that your stomach started to curl. Her voice went- she tried to respond but all that happened was an opening of pretty, pink lips and the release of a cut breath. Natasha stared with shock for a few seconds, her mouth had dropped open the same. Her eyes flicked around the property they were on, after realising they were truly alone she nodded.

“Ask- ask me again and I'll give you anything. I’ll give you everything, just ask me.” Natasha’s voice was desperate. The young girl stole her thoughts and replaced them with images of what could happen. Breathing out of her nose, she closed her eyes and dropped so her forehead was resting against yours. “Please, baby. Ask me again.” The desperate voice dropped to a pleading whisper. 

“Kiss me.”

Despite the sheer desperation swimming within Natasha, she was gentle and kind. Soft, moisturised lips kissed themselves on your shaky mouth, pecking twice- why was she being so damn gentle-  until it got too much. You whined, feeling the older woman inhale against your mouth as the noise registered in her ears. Her legs subtly got closer, almost crossing.

Your eyes were closed, so tightly- as if you were making it up in your head and the permission of sight would cause a decay of the dream. But it was real, as real as Natasha’s nose brushing against yours, her lips intertwined, sucking on your lower lip. As real as her bold, undiscouraged hands gripping at your waist, forcing an arch in your back as she leaned into you.

Your slender arms draped over her neck, the crinkles in your shirt, the dip in her knees. Raphael couldn't paint a prettier picture than what was standing in broad daylight. 

“Please.” You begged, not knowing what you were actually asking for.

More, anything. 

“What, baby?” her mouth drew a millimetre away from yours. “Tell me what you need.”

You stuttered. Her, just her. 

“You, please.” so frail, so inexperienced. What were you supposed to ask for other than her? You just wanted her again.

Yet the world seemed so unkind, as the faint tapping of boots against cobbled stone started to get louder. Natasha withdrew herself from you completely, and in the matter of seconds you seemed to go through withdrawals. Your eyes widened, then welled.

The older woman had you at almost arms length, she consistently observed the surroundings. You begged that no one had seen the both of you together. Once so tender, she went cold, then started walking away from you. 

“Go back inside, finish your duties.” she ordered, as if she was talking to staff. You then realised she was, and that's what you were to her, an employee.

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[tahliafox]

i saw your requests are open and im begging for a natasha romanoff x reader scissoring fic.. i've never seen anyone write this with her before and im obsessed with scissoring

That stupid dress

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Based on request (tysm, scissoring makes me drool)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY,  Older!Natasha, Smut, Mommy!Natasha, slightly innocent!reader.

Words: 1344

Her hands were all over you as soon as the front door slammed. Natasha twisted you in her arms and started kissing and nipping at your lips, desperately. Taken by surprise, you whined against her mouth and started kissing her back with as much desperation. Her tongue swiped harshly against the roof of your mouth, and she moaned at the taste of you.

Her hands moved to your waist and she gripped you, hard. Out of breath, she pulled back and sucked in a sharp breath. “You don’t…” her lips pressed their way down your neck, interrupting her own sentence. It was as if Natasha couldn’t get her thoughts together as her mouth opened, her forehead pressed against the crook of your neck and she almost sobbed in need. “Fuck, this fucking dress.” Her hands tugged at the red material and pulled it away from your body, for it to then snap back against your skin. You flinched, pressed your head back against the door and moaned loudly. 

A very obvious aching wetness pooled in your thin underwear, soaking through the bottom slightly, you were certain hers looked the exact same… maybe worse based on how she was acting. Natasha ran her left hand in between your legs, making her hand slightly moist with your arousal and then placed her right hand around your neck, choking you. 

“Mommy, wait.” You needed to breathe and find some piece of mind as the way Natasha had pinned you against the door and started groping you so quickly made your mind numb with want. Natasha intensely looked into your eyes, her eyebrows furrowed and she whined when you called her by that title. You pressed your hands against her shoulders and gently pushed her away from you, creating some space. Natasha’s strong hands immediately started reaching for you the moment she lost contact with your body but you held her wrists away.

“No, no, no.” Natasha whined and dropped to her knees, pushing her forehead against your thighs. You let go of her wrists and her hands immediately went to grip at your lower leg. Your eyes widened at how desperate she actually was. “Baby, please. Let mommy touch you. I need to love you. You just- fuck. That stupid dress. Mommy couldn’t stop thinking about ripping it off you all night.” Words kept spewing out of her mouth and she nuzzled against the inside of your leg. 

“Please, little angel. Let mommy worship you.” Natasha looked up at you with glazed over eyes and her thumbs kept rubbing back and forth on your calves, soothing you. Your hand went to brush her hair away from her flushed face and she melted into your touch. “Come on, princess. Let me love you. Mommy is so desperate and needy for her sweet girl. You’re always so good for me, let mommy be good for you for a change. I’ll do whatever you need, baby. Anything for my best girl.”

You managed to form a coherent thought and pulled her up to standing by her face. Your hands stayed on the side of her cheeks and she bent forwards to press her forehead against yours. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy and quick, she wrapped her arms around your waist, hugging you and you pressed an innocent kiss against her nose and nodded. 

“Be gentle.” You reminded her in a meek voice. Natasha opened her eyes and looked deeply into yours.

“Yeah? You want mommy to be nice and kind to you? What else?” She questioned, her voice raspy and cracking in between words. 

“Want to sit on mommy's lap and kiss her, in the bedroom.” You carried on. Natashas hands went to your thighs and she picked you up, jogging up the stairs of your shared house. 

“Fuck- Please carry on talking to me, baby.”

“Can we, uhm.” Your voice went shy, you giggled and hid your face in her hair. Natasha squeezed your thighs and smiled at the sound of your laugh.

“Can we do what, angel? Come on, tell mommy. I'll do anything for you. I promise, anything. Tell mommy, quickly.” She kept walking towards your bedroom and then sat on your bed with you straddling her, her back against the headboard. Natasha coaxed your head away from her hair and rubbed her thumbs over your warm cheeks. You smiled at her and blushed harder when she started pressing kisses all over your face, not being able to keep her lips off of you. Her hands gripped the bottom of your dress and she hauled it over your head, leaving you in pretty lingerie.

“Oh- fuck, fuck, fuck.” Natasha whined and whimpered when she saw what you had on underneath your dress. Her hands immediately went to rub at your tits. When you moaned, let your head fall back and she rested her forehead against your chin and panted for air. “Please, little angel. Tell me, tell your mommy what you want. Oh shit, I need you so, so badly.”

“Want to rub against you.” It was almost too quiet, but she managed to work the sentence out and a sharp pain of arousal hit her.

“You want to rub against me? On my thigh… my stomach? You’ve got to be more specific, baby.”

“No.” you got frustrated. “I want to rub against you. Like on your, you know- parts.” Natasha came to a quick realization that you wanted to scissor her. “Fuck, sweetheart. Of course we can do that. Oh, mommy wants to scissor you so badly. Gonna make you feel so good.”

Her hands went to the back of your bra and she started kissing you with fervor, her tongue all over the inside of your mouth. When it slipped off your arms, she threw it somewhere in the bedroom and pushed you on your back. “Can mommy be on top? I love seeing my little girl so pretty underneath me. Such an innocent, lovely little angel. Mommy’s little angel, aren’t you? Please, baby. Please let mommy be on top. I promise to rub myself so good on your cunt.”

You nodded and she whipped your underwear off, then her own clothes. Her tits pressed firmly against you and she slowly pressed her cunt on yours. Both your and her mouths dropped open in pleasure, her arousal smearing all over your swollen clit. Natasha found your hands against the sheets and intertwined her fingers with yours, holding you closely.

“M’gonna start moving, baby. Fuck- gonna feel so good.” She moaned then immediately started grinding up and down over you. Her clit knocked against yours, every movement. Moans started to spew out your mouth and Natasha ducked her head to breath against your neck, smelling your sweet cherry perfume.

“Oh- yes. That's it, baby. You’re such a good girl letting mommy rub herself all over you like this. You're gonna smell so much of me.” her teeth nipped at your neck, marking you. “My girl. My sweet little angel. Fuck- i love you so much, sweety. So proud of you for lying still for me and taking this so well.”

Your stomach started growing tight and your eyebrows furrowed. “Mommy-” you interrupted her. She looked up at you, immediately giving you all her attention. “Gonna cum. Getting so close. Please don't stop.”

“Mommy is never going to stop. Ever. oh im gooing to cum too, feels so fucking good.” She grit her teeth and started humping you faster. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She chanted out like a prayer. 

Your orgasm hit you like a brick and Natasha felt something wet splash against her cunt. She suddenly realized she made you squirt, then fell head first into her own orgasm at the thought. Your name left her lips in a scream. Natasha could no longer hold herself up, completely pressed against you and pathetically humping her hips onto you.

“Oh- fuck, fuck. Mommy is so proud of you for squirting like that. Jesus, fucking Christ. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”

note: holy fuck, got a bit carried away. think this is my favorite fic.

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[tahliafox]

You need me

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: you don't need Natasha.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, mean!nat, mommy!nat, choking, slapping, degrading

Word count: 960

You tapped your pen on the wooden surface of your desk, listening to the hum of the air conditioning flowing through your train of thought. Unbeknownst to you, Natasha had been intently watching you for the previous 25 minutes from the soft couch in the corner of the room. 

“Princess.” Natasha called your attention. You immediately turned your head and smiled at her. “Why don’t you have a break from studying? You’ve been distracted for ages, my love.” 

Your frown dissipated, soft layers of hair fell out from behind your ear as you shook your head. “Can’t, Natty. Have exams soon, and I have to study.” you whined. History was seriously kicking your ass. 

Natasha stretched her arms above her head, the sleeves of her burgundy jumper slipped to the mid of her forearm. The muscles flexed and you salvated a little, staring. Calloused hands pushed the sleeves up further, to stay above her elbows, whilst she stood up. You took in a sharp breath through your nose and closed your eyes tightly, trying to re-focus on your paper. 

Natasha stood, watching you with a disappointed look on her tilted head. You stopped rhythmically tapping your pen and traced the lines in your book, trying to make sense of the words.

“Stop studying. Pay me some attention, angel. Please.” 

In the midst of trying to read, Natasha had walked so she was standing with her stomach resting against the back of your office chair, her hands massaging through your shoulders. She leaned down so her plump lips were resting against your ear.

Soft kisses began to trail along the length of your neck. You swallowed and kept tracing the words. 

“Natasha, I need to study.” You said, voice cracking from butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Natasha moaned and sucked a hickey into your shoulder. “Mommy needs you. Take a break.”

A jolting feeling coursed its way through you like electricity. You shrugged your shoulders to get Natasha’s mouth away from your skin. “Well I don't need mommy, I need to study. I have a paper tomorrow.” Your voice came out stern.

For a moment, you thought you won. Natasha seemed to pull away and go silent.

“Do you want to say that again?” Her voice was tauntingly dark. You froze. Natasha hummed and spun the leather chair so you were facing her. Your eyes drifted straight to the floor. “You don't need me? Is that what you said?”

You shook your head in denial.

Natasha raised her voice. “No. Fucking say it.” 

You shook your head again.

“All your silly confidence gone now? Can’t you look your own mommy in the eyes? Tell me you don't need me, go on.” her hand roughly gripped your chin, forcing your face up so you had to look into her piercing eyes.  “Say it, I dare you.”

You stayed silent.

Wrong choice. 

Natasha hoisted you up from under your arms and carelessly pushed you across the room. You stumbled on your feet and fell over, but Natasha just rolled her eyes and picked you back up- placing you on the couch. She laid you down and crawled on top of you.

Her breath was heavy and forearms were gripping at the velvet material beside your head. For a second she just stared, but then unexpectedly smirked and crashed her lips against yours. You tried to kiss back but her mouth dominated yours, sucking your tongue into her mouth and biting at your lips. 

Rough hands gripped at your neck, cutting your supply of oxygen. Your slender, weak fingers went to hold her wrist, trying to get it off but she just laughed against your lips and gripped harder.

Starting to see stars, you coughed and sputtered against Natasha’s mouth. She released her hold on your neck and you gasped for air. Throbbing with need, Natasha smacked her hand against the crotch of your little shorts. Your body jolted at the touch and you moaned.

“Fucking whore, saying you dont need me.” she grumbled against your neck. Her hand shoved its way into your underwear and smeared your arousal all over your pussy. “Show me you don't need me.

You opened your eyes and looked confused. Thin shorts were ripped from your legs, along with your underwear and cold air hit your cunt.

“Show me you don't need me. Touch yourself.”

You hesitated, confused and Natasha smacked you. “Fucking do it.” She snarled. 

You whimpered and brought a hand down to your own cunt, rubbing at your clit gently. Natasha stared intently at you.

“That's how you touch yourself? Got you cant even fuck yourself right.”

Rubbing faster, you brought the other hand to grope your own tits, pinching at your nipples. It wasn't enough.

“Please, mommy.” you moaned, pressing down against the bundle of nerves.

“Tell me you need me.” she groaned.

“I need you, mommy. Need you so bad. Please.” 

Her hand came down at your pussy, shoving two fingers into you. Fucking you ruthlessly, she bit at your neck. 

“Look at you, you fuckin’ whore. Just a slut for mommy's fingers, isn’t that right.”

You nodded your head and arched into her fingers, the coil in your stomach tightening. “Yes, mommy. Need you so bad.”

“Yeah? Show me baby, come on my fingers like a good girl.”

Your breaths came in whining and short. “Please, please.” You begged. Natasha brought her other hand to your clit and started rubbing it, fastly. “Oh god, yes.” you moaned. The coil in your stomach snapped and you screamed.

“Just like that, angel. Good job.”

Natasha didnt slow down her movements, fucking you as intensley as before. 

“Wait-” you moaned, overstimulated.

“Oh, honey. You need mommy a little more than that. Let me show you.”

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[tahliafox]

Weird feelings.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Natasha makes you curious. 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY,  Older!Natasha, Smut, Mommy!Natasha, innocent!reader, squirting, scissoring. 

Words: 1503

Rain pattered gently on the surface of the fogged-up window, buffering out the woosh of cars speeding through puddles outside the old brick apartment and the shouts on the TV coming from the living room. Your hair rested behind your ears and a black-ink fountain pen repeatedly tapped a jazzy melody in between your teeth as you re-read the notes taken in from a book you picked out of the library. 

The warm hue of a metal desk lamp placed adjacent from your notepad gleamed off your face, highlighting the bones in your cheek and the roseyness of your lips. The noise from the TV stopped and soft footsteps towards your office were getting increasingly loud. You sniffled, clearing your runny nose from the cold autumn and rubbed it with a kleenex. 

“Sweetheart, are you in there? Can I come in?” Your girlfriend's raspy voice bounced off the jade coloured walls. You hummed loud enough for her to hear and the dark, wooden door creaked open as she walked in. You didn’t look back, and carried on reading through your notes as you heard the door close.

Natasha walked up to you and encased your shoulders in her large, worn hands. You moaned softly in appreciation, a noise that rattled deeply in Natashas stomach, as she started to massage you whilst pressing increasingly longer kisses to the top of your head. 

“I missed you, baby.” She whispered, muffled by your hair. You smiled and tilted your head back until you could look into her eyes, upside down. Her nose scrunched up sweetly and she pressed a kiss to your forehead and caressed your jawline on either side with her thumbs. 

“I’m only here, you were about ten yards away from me.” You chuckled and pouted your lips for her to press a wet kiss against them, still upside down. 

“I saw someone on the programme I was watching that reminded me of you.” She swiveled your chair around and pulled you up by her hands. She was a good few inches taller than you, so your face ended up flush against her chest. A muscular arm wrapped around your waist whilst the other one came up to play with your hair on the back of your head. You hugged her tightly, linking your own hands together around her back.  Her chin lay gently atop your head.

“What programme?” You replied. Natasha cleared her throat and moved your head away from her chest, taking ahold of your chin with her hand whilst caressing it soothingly 

“An old one, it most likely came out before you were born, my love.” She was a good fifteen years older than you, having reached 34 years old only a few days ago. You smiled at the glow of her eyes and felt yourself blushing for an unknown reason. 

“Maybe we could watch it together.” You suggested. Natasha thought to herself for a second before smirking. 

“Oh, I don't know, baby. There are alot of mature themes in it, it might make a sweet girl like you feel weird.” 

Your face contorted into a look of confusion and Natasha couldn't help but to press a kiss against the peak of your nose.

“Weird how?” You whispered as if it was a secret. 

Natasha started walking backwards towards the emerald loveseat in the corner of the room. You followed her like a lost puppy, and when she sat down you were tugged onto her lap. Whilst straddling her, you put your hands on her neck and pressed your freshly-done, long  acrylics into the nape of it. Soft, half moon shapes appeared under your fingertips and Natasha bit her lip. 

“Tingly weird.” She whispered into your ear. Goosebumps rose down your back and you started to think that the current feeling you had was the one she was talking about. 

“Where?” You wanted confirmation. 

“Here,” Natasha pressed her hands flush against your chest, then slid them over your breasts to your stomach, “here,” then down to cup your vagina “and mostly here.” Her voice had turned deep and raspy, only part of the sentence being spoken, the other part came out a seductive whisper. 

You looked up at her through your eyelashes and whimpered. “I think it feels weird now.”

Natasha swallowed and took in a deep breath through her nose. “Yeah? Has my sweet little girl gotten all wet for her mommy.” You blushed deeply as her fingers started to play with the hem of your little, cotton shorts. “That's ok, princess. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” She hummed. “Why don't you let mommy take a look. Maybe I could make it all better for you, wouldn’t you like that?”

You instinctively nodded your head and Natasha patted your thigh, signaling for you to stand up. You did, then she pulled down your shorts and panties in one causing a cold breeze hit your private parts. You shuddered. A small string of arousal that had coated your pantied broke against the inside of your thigh. It glistened and Natasha licked her lips. 

“Fuck, look at you.” Natasha whined when she saw how turned on you had gotten in a matter of minutes. “God, you’re my perfect girl aren't you, dollface. Made specifically for mommy, and mommy only, isn't that right?”

You nodded and Natasha pulled your hips to her face. She placed kisses across your hip bones, decorating them with her red lipstick, then smacked her lips together to press one more kiss right above your clit. She pulled her phone from her pocket, put it onto the camera but not before gripping your hips so tightly her hand print was marked on either side of you. A quick flash of the camera captured the lipstick marks and handprints, as well as the glistening of your thighs and top of your cunt. 

Natasha moaned to herself and threw the phone across the couch. “Hold still for me, baby.” She said before kicking your legs apart with your feet and licking a bold stripe up the length of your cunt. Slender fingers gripped her auburn locks, your nails scratched into her skull. Soft whines and whimpered flooded the room as she ate you out vigorously. 

“Mommy.” You whined. Natasha sucked on your clit and your hips twitched into her. “M’gonna cum. Feels so good.”

“You taste so good, baby. Keep being so sweet for mommy, like this. You're doing so well for me angel.” she pulled back and praised you and then went back to eating you out.

She sucked hader and grabbed your ass in her hands, gripping it then smacking it lightly. Your chin tilted back and your hands held her hair tighter as you fell over the edge. A coil snapped in your stomach and the pulsing ache of an orgasm overtook everything. 

Natasha licked all of your cum and swallowed before pulling you back onto her lap. Your wet cunt pressed against the rough material of her jeans, the belt buckle hit your clit. Her forehead pressed against yours and you pecked at her lips.

“You did so well for me, baby. Mommy is so proud of you.” 

Her hands pulled at your hips again, grinding you on her jeans. The rough surface scratched against your cunt, leaving a wet mark on her crotch. Natasha’s lips pressed against yours again, until she opened them and slid her tongue onto yours. 

The feeling of her hands and jeans made it hard for you to kiss her back, so she used your mouth as you whimpered and moaned into hers. “Just like that, my angel.” she whispered hotly. Her breath fanned your face and you dropped your head to her shoulder. “Keep moving your hips like that, god you're turning mommy on so much, sweet girl.”

Suddenly you were pushed on your back, flat against the sofa and Natasha had stood up to take her jeans and panties off. You watched in awe as she got back on top of you and caressed your hips, pressing her cunt flush against yours. 

Both of your moans were loud, and the feeling of her cum was so much gentler and soothed the burn of her jeans. Natasha started grinding her hips against yours and you fidgeted under her hands. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Mommy’s going to cum, already. God, you feel so good, so sinful.” she groaned against your neck, biting down on it occasionally. Her moans got increasingly louder, as did yours, and her movements became reckless. “Oh god, I'm going to squirt all over your pretty pussy, baby. Come on, come for mommy, with mommy. My perfect, sweet girl.”

Natasha did as she said, and came, with you following shortly after. Spouts of liquid hit your stomach and ruined the sofa underneath you. Natasha collapsed into you and wrapped her strong arms around your waist.

Her eyes scanned your fucked-out face and she whined again. “I love you so much, my angel.”

“Love you too, mommy.” You slurred back.

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[tahliafox]

How sweet.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Summary: Wanda doesn’t like it when you give her attitude.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Mommy!wanda, orgasm denial, SMUT, slightly innocent!reader, squirting.

Words: 1676 

A pale, thin, freshly manicured hand caressed its way over your shoulder to your neck and a feathery kiss was placed on the top of your head. “What was your order, sweetheart?” The honeyed voice made your cheeks glow a pretty red, and you took her hand off your neck and held it in your own. 

“Please could you get me some water.” You replied in a hushed tone, careful not to drown out the soft jazz in the background. Wanda faintly smiled and nodded, giving your hand a squeeze then she reached over you to take the condensated glass off the table. A thin water ring, that reflected the deep red light of the speakeasy, was left as she walked away with a sway to her hips.

It had stopped raining a few minutes ago, thankfully as this was your last drink, however there were still little droplets cascading down the foggy windows, so you leant back against violet, velvet backrest of the wooden-framed chair and gazed out of the window, counting them as you waited for your girlfriend to finish talking to the waitress.

A generous tip was given to the young worker and Wanda smoothed out her shirt, adjusting the collar and first few undone buttons to display the gold laying on her cleavage before untucking one side of it out of her thin slacks and then sat down in front of you. 

Wanda had dressed you up like a doll today, spoiling you with some black-lace, gucci tights and some new stiletto heels. She always loved you in skirts, so a tiny black, form-fitting miniskirt was put on as well as a pretty red bralette and a jumper that had rips and holes in so the classy lingerie was visible from closeup.

“I missed you in New York, my love.” She murmured with a straw in between her scarlet red lips. 

“I wanted to come with you, you were the one who said no.” You retorted with a faint attitude. Wanda raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side, testing you. “Don't blame me for your decisions.” Her lips curled into a smirk and she lent forwards, putting her scotch down and getting close to your ear. 

“Unless you want your ass to be the same colour as my lipstick, I suggest you watch your tone, little girl.” Her voice was smokey and you could smell the alcohol on her tongue as she eyed the leather belt around her hips. You smirked and leaned back into your chair, crossing your arms in front of you.

“You’re going to kiss my ass? How sweet.” You knew that was a mistake as it came out your mouth but it was too late now. Wanda glared at you for a few seconds in disbelief, then reached into her pocket to grab a few bills and placed them under the scotch. She stood up abruptly and walked over to the valet, waiting by the door and muttered something in his ear. He nodded his head and said something back, but she shook her head and took the keys out of his hand. Wanda turned to you and beckoned you over with two fingers. You obayed, not wanting to make this any worse and walked slowly to her side.

Her slender fingers wrapped around your wrist and her sharp nails dug marks, causing you to buckle your knees slightly and wince. A cold gust of air hit your legs as she shoved the door open, pulling you along with her outside towards the car. Wanda walked at a fast pace without muttering a word and your heels clacked along the cobblestone path as you were dragged behind her. 

“M’sorry. I didn't mean it, I thought you were playing around.” You whined in a needy voice. Wanda ignored you and unlocked the car with the keys. Despite her attitude, she opened the passenger door for you then walked around to the driver's seat. You got in with no hesitation and did your seatbelt up. Wanda got in the driver's side and started the car.

She pulled the McLaren out of the parking area and accelerated to the freeway in silence. 

“Mommy?” You murmured quietly. Wanda started biting at her lower lip and her hand went to your upper thigh. “I'm really sorry.”

“I know.” She quipped and gave your thigh a quick, yet firm squeeze. You crossed your legs instinctively and took her hand off your thigh to hold it instead. She turned to look at your innocent, sweet face and sped up the car. “Mommy just needs to think about what you said. That wasn’t very nice, was it? You hurt my feelings, doll. I just wanted to tell you how much I missed your little kisses but you decided to be a spoiled brat. How do you think that made me feel?”

Your stomach clenched and your eyes started to water with guilt. Her words quickly made your mind go fuzzy and blurry. “M’sorry, mommy. I really am. I missed you too.” You sniffled and brought her hand to your mouth and started pressing soft kisses to it. 

“It’s too late now, baby. You’ve already hurt my feelings.” She pulled her hand away to put it back on the steering wheel so she could pull into the gated house. The guard nodded at the car and when you got to the entrance, the front door was already open. Wanda got out of the car and walked towards the house without you, so you scurried towards her, slamming the door of the fancy car in the process. 

“I want everyone out of the house now, please. All of you can go home and have an early night, charges are on me.” She spoke in a clipped tone to the doorman. You went and stood pliantly by her side, hiding behind her slightly. The man nodded and did something on his phone.

After a few moments of waiting outside, many houseworkers and maids came rushing out. Wanda nodded at them all and pushed you to stand in front of her. Her chin rested on top of your head and her hands gripped at your shoulders, keeping you in place. Nobody dared to look at you. 

“Why did everyone leave?” You whispered once they had left and the gates had closed. Wanda guided you into the house, kicking the door closed with her foot. 

“You made mommy upset. I don't want to see anyone anymore.” She walked towards the bedroom, you followed on her tail.

“I’m really sorry, mommy. I didn’t mean it, I swear. Let me make it better. Pretty please?” You cried, tears flowing down your face now. Wanda contemplated it, fakely, before nodding. 

“Strip.” She ordered. You did immediately and took all of your clothes off, including your underwear as she took off her own clothes. “Good girl. See, baby, I knew you could be a sweet thing for mommy. Why do you have to give me attitude sometimes? Sweet little girls like you shouldn’t talk back.” 

You nodded and dropped your gaze to the floor. Wanda came and held your face in her hands, kissing your lips getly a few times before sloppily shoving her tongue in your mouth, forcing it open. She kissed you like that for a good few seconds, until you put your hands on her waist and she pulled back.

“Get on the bed, and spread your legs for me.” Wanda ordered. You did exactly that and she came to rest in between them. You whined when she started mouthing at your neck, sucking in a very noticeable hickey under your jawline.

“Please, mommy.” You furrowed your brows and arched your head back.

“You’re not one to be making demands, sweetheart.” She shook her head and pecked your lips. “Just lay there and look pretty whilst mommy uses you, my good girl. Such a sweet, submissive little thing.”

You whined and reached for her head, but instead she took both your hands in hers, intertwining them gently. 

“Just hold mommy's hands, ok? I'm right here.”

Her head dropped and her mouth was suddenly on your clit, sucking hard. You arched your back and moaned loudly, gripping her hands. Her thumbs rubbed circles to sooth you as she ate you out.

“Mommy! Feels so good.” Her tongue lapped around your cunt, collecting all your arousal and further lubing you up before she went to lick back at your clit.

Your orgasm approached embarrassingly fast. “Gonna cum, mommy. Please, please, please.” You begged incoherently. Wanda pulled her face away from your cunt and you whimpered in frustration. Her lipstick was worn off and her mouth was covered in your slick. 

“No, you're not. You're not allowed to cum, sweet girl. Not after you made mommy upset.” She pouted and licked her lips. “Just be still and let mommy taste you. Aren’t you gonna let me feel better?” 

“Sorry. I'm not going to cum, mommy. Gonna hold it in ‘cause I'm a good girl.” You whined with a nod of your head.

“That's right, princess. My good girl.”

Wanda edged you like that a few more times, until you were sobbing for mercy with drool running down your face. Her tongue finally did not stop when you warned her for the fifth time, and the coil in your stomach snapped like an elastic band.

“Mommy!” You screamed and squirted all over Wanda's lower face. She moved her head up so it would soak her tits instead. Your body convulsed and you sobbed hard, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

“Breath, sweetheart. Mommy is so proud of you for letting me use you like that. You did so good, baby. There we are.” She sat against the headboard next to you and pulled you onto her lap, cradling you whilst stroking your hair.

Your mouth was guided to her boob, and you started sucking at it softly. “There we go, just lay like that, my girl. I'm so proud of you. You did so well.”

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[tahliafox]

Sick angel.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: you're sick, and Natasha loves it.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, Therapist!Nat, mommy!nat, BLOOD FETISH (my bad, self indulgent).

Word count: 1041.

“Why don’t you want to answer my question?” She asked, gently. Her voice was filled with so much concern and care tears automatically pooled in your eyes.

“If I answer that, it defeats the point of me not answering the question.” You took a deep breath to stop the shake in your voice. Natasha walked closer to you and sat on the couch beside you. Her arm extended over the back of the sofa and pulled you in closer to her by your shoulder.

“Come here.” She whispered softly. Her other arm came and picked your legs so they were resting over her lap whilst you sat sideways, your face pointing at her cheek. You couldn’t help but drop your forehead onto her shoulder. “I'm right here.” Her voice kept getting smoother and softer. You wanted to sob.

“It feels like when I tell my parents things, they don’t care.” You wavered. Natasha pouted and brought her hand up to run her nails through your hair, scratching your scalp. A few tears dropped onto her shoulder.

“That must be upsetting.” She said, you scoffed at the obviousness.

“What? Who would have thought?” You responded, sarcastically. Natasha grasped the bottom of your chin and forced you to look into her eyes. Unimpressed at your attitude, she raised her eyebrows and stroked your chin with her thumb. You bit your lip and let your eyes drop to her plump ones. “Sorry.” You apologised before she said anything.

A smile was drawn onto her face at your behaviour. “Come closer, sweetheart.” She moved your waist so you were straddling her. The door had been locked as soon as you came in, a common occurrence during your therapy sessions. Natasha had many not-so-conventional methods to cheer up her favourite client that would be frowned upon if someone were to walk in.

You let your hands circle round her shoulders and she pressed a soft kiss to your tear stained cheek. You turned your head to capture her lips with yours. Natasha squeezed her hands on your waist, then moved the left one up to caress your cheek. Her mouth opened as her tongue poked your lower lip that had been sucked into her mouth. You groaned and let her.

She sensually groaned as she took one of her hands to graze over your thin, white t-shirt. Having gone without a bra (totally not on purpose as the top was slightly see-through), Natasha could feel your nipples poking through the cotton. She gently pinched one in between her fingers. You whimpered and melted into her hands.

“Natasha.” you pulled away to breath and called out her name. She smiled and licked her lips, staring down at your chest.

“That's right, baby. Say my name.” Her voice had gone all heavy and desperate. You tipped your head back and she pulled your shirt over your head. “Fuck, look at you. My sweet little girl.” She picked you up then layed you back down on the sofa. She climbed on top of you and placed her thigh in between your legs. Her mouth dove onto your tits, flicking her tongue on your left nipple whilst groping your whole right boob in her hand and needing it like dough. God, she was rough.

“Fuck, Nat. that hurts.” You flinched at her rough, calloused hands squeezing you. She chuckled, her mouth still on your chest, then looked up at you through her eyelashes.

“You like it though, don't you? Sick, little girl.” her hands ventured low and pulled down your shorts. You bent your legs to help her out then lifted your ass. “Lay pretty for mommy, sweetheart. Let me show you how sick you really are.”

Natasha took her mouth away from your nipple then harshly bit the underneath of your boob. Your stomach jolted. “That's it, baby. Take it like a good girl.”

“Mommy!” you whimpered. Natasha immediately smirked and carried on whilst your hands went to grip at her hair. Her mouth kept going lower and lower whilst you tugged and scratched at her scalp. The thoughts in your head slowly started to dissipate.

Her teeth went to your inner thigh, biting down hard until your skin tore and blood started to drip to the surface of your soft skin. Natasha brought her finger to the blood and smeared it over the tip. Dark eyes connected with yours and she brought the bloody finger to her mouth, then sucked it clean. You starred with your mouth gaping open.

Her finger slipped through her lips with a pop and she groaned. “You taste so good, princess.”

Maybe you were sick.

“That's it, baby. Let all those nasty little fantasies run through your mind.” she trailed her finger back into the blood, then over to your clit. “I bet you dream about this, don't you?” she pressed down hard. “You’re mine now. You're in me, honey. Your blood is in me. You belong to me.”

Her fingers started to circle your clit faster and your ears started ringing. “Mommy, please.” you begged. She smiled and brought her mouth down to sick at your blood-covered clit. Her fingers ran down and smeared your arousal all over your cunt and legs, making your thigh sting with pain.

“Hurts so good. Oh my god.” you cursed. Natasha sped up her tongue and her fingers groped at your thighs , then waist. “Fuck- mommy. I'm gonna cum.” her nails dug into your thighs, breaking the knot in your stomach. You screamed out in pain and came all over her chin and fingers.

Natasha pulled away, her mouth smeared with blood and cum. You stared as your cunt pulsed with need.

“Tell me your mine.” Natasha ordered.

“I'm yours.” you said, no hesitation. Natasha smiled and ran her hand over your face.

“That's right, baby. My sick little angel. All mine.”

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[tahliafox]

im in desperate need for the first time saying “I love you” confession in the middle of soft sex with mommy Nat

I also absolutely love all your writing! Definitely my new favourite account <3

- 🐈‍⬛

Little angel.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Based of request (Thank you for sending it in <33)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Older!Natasha, Soft!smut, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, a tiny bit of angst but resolved very quickly.

Words: 1152

The front door of the house slammed shut and Natasha dropped her leather jacket on the sofa. You stood helplessly behind her, not knowing what to do with her sudden hostility. “That’s the last party you’re ever going to.” her voice was stern and she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. You parted your lips in confusion and then went to grab her hand. 

Before you could, she grabbed your wrist and slammed you against the kitchen counter, the marble digging harshly into your back. You whimpered and flinched away from her. “Mommy.” The whisper of her title coming out of your mouth in a broken curse made her falter and pull you into her completely, embracing you in her muscular arms.

“Oh, little angel. Mommys so sorry, she didn't mean to be so rough with you. I know you don't like that, it's just so hard for me seeing you with all those other people. Your mommy's little girl, no one else's, princess.” she whispered in your ear and stroked the back of your head. You wrapped your arms around her neck and gripped onto the collar of her shirt tightly, not wanting to let her go. 

She leaned down to grip the back of your thighs and lifted you up like you weighed nothing. Natasha moved quickly over to the sofa to sit down with you straddling her. 

“They are my friends, mommy. Of course I'm yours.” you leaned back to bring your hands up to squish her cheeks together and pressed a soft kiss onto the tip of her nose. The confusion in your voice made her heart swell.

“My sweet little princess is too innocent to understand the intentions of those mean guys you were talking to. They didn’t want to be your friend, baby. They wanted to steal you away from mommy.” she pressed her forehead against yours and your blood started thumping in your ears, the head from your cheeks making her smile and chuckle softly. 

Her soft lips met yours and you melted completely. “Mommy’s little angel.” you murmured, however it came out broken and muffled as Natasha didn't stop attacking your lips with short pecs.

“That's right, lovely. You’re mommy's little angel and you always will be.” she took your bottom lip in between hers and nipped lightly. She started kissing you properly and you moaned into her mouth. No matter how much you got used to how good of a kisser she was, it always made a sweet pool of arousal form in your panties. 

Her tongue pushed in between your lips and started exploring your mouth, swirling around yours. Gaining some confidence, you sucked on it timidly when she opened her mouth again. This took Natasha off guard and her hand tightened on your waist. 

She then slowly moved her right hand up to your tit and started groping you through your dress, which had slid up your thighs and was now bunched around your waist. Her other hand went in between your legs and started massaging your inner thighs sensually. You moaned and grit your hips against her belt buckle, feeling the mettle hit your clit. 

Natasha pushed her lips harder against your mouth, forcing you to lean back slightly. Getting what she wanted, Nat twisted you around so you were lying flat on your back on the sofa with her now straddling your waist.

You gazed into her eyes for a few seconds before taking in a desperate breath. “Mommy?” she nuzzled her nose against yours.

“Yes, sweetheart? Tell mommy what you want.” she panted hotly and licked your cheek in desperation.

“I love you.”

She froze. That was not what she thought you were going to say. After a few moments, tears started to pool in the corner of your eyes. Did she not love you back? Was it too soon? Thoughts swam around your mind and ate at you from the inside. 

By the time Natasha got herself together, tears were fully streaming down your face and you were hiccuping small breaths. You pushed at her shoulders to get out from underneath her and started mumbling out incoherent apologies. 

“M’sorry mommy. I didn’t mean to say it early. I'll take it back, please don’t leave me. Please, please, please, please-” you shuffled back on your bottom to lean your back against the coffee table, then pulled your knees into your chest and buried your face into them, sobbing. 

Natasha’s mind seemed to snap and she immediately got off the sofa to sit in front of you. Gently, she took your hands in hers and squeezed them. “Fuck, little angel. Mommys sorry for freezing up on you like that. Please look at me, baby.” you didn't move your head and started sobbing louder, she still hadn’t said it. “Angel, look at mommy.” her voice went stern and your heart felt like it was going to crumble. You brought your head up to look at her.

“Mommy loves you so much.”

The words didn’t sound real at first. Your sobbing stopped and she beamed at you.

“Oh, baby. I love you. I love you more than you know.” the dam broke and she pulled you into her. “C’mere, angel face. Let mommy show you how much she loves you.” She placed you softly onto the carpet and pulled your dress over your head. “Can you say it again for me sweetheart? Come on, be a good girl for mommy.” Natasha pulled her own slacks and underwear off, along with yours and started grinding against you.

“I love you, mommy.”

Her movements sped up and her slick started to smear all across your own cunt, mixing with yours. Short breaths were coming out her mouth in sharp moans and she collapsed forwards in desperation to press her forehead against yours. Soft hands kneaded at your tits and yours dug into her firm shoulders.

“I'm so close, baby, you're doing so well for me letting me love you like this. Tell me you love me again.” you did exactly as she asked, over and over again.

Her incessant grinding against your cunt started getting sloppy and you moved your hands to her hips. She cooed. “No, sweets. You're too little to help mommy get off. Just lay there and let me love you, sweetheart. You're doing so well for me, making mommy so proud of you.” she licked a bold stripe up your neck and nipped at it harshly, creating a mark. “You're all mine to love, angel.”

“Just- fuck. Just yours mommy. Only yours too love.” you confirmed with a moan.

She flexed her legs around yours and bit your shoulder with a scream as you fell over the edge together. 

“Thank you, mommy. Thank you for loving me.” your soft voice made her heart beat a little faster.

“Always, little love. Mommy's always going to love you.”

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[tahliafox]

Focus on only me.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Your mommys always there to make you feel better.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Older!Natasha, parents best friend!Natasha, kissing, fluff, comfort, mommy!Natasha, innocent!reader, heavy praise, fingering, soft!smut

Words: 1107

Pearly, white snowflakes danced through the frosty air of a picture perfect winter in New York City. The orange glow that was being emitted from the slowly dying-out fireplace glowed across Natasha's face. Your stomach fluttered at the sight and a soft blush caressed your cheeks.

It was almost midnight when you gave up trying to sleep and opted to explore Natashas new apartment instead. She had promised your mom she would take care of you whilst they were away.

After around 10 minutes of looking around, you found her library. Dark, spruce bookshelves climbed the way up the emerald-painted walls. Each shelf was lined with a matching coloured velvet, then filled to the brim with books and decorations. A ladder was set on each set of bookcases’ so the books on the top shelves did not get neglected. Vintage lamps were dotted around the room strategically, each one glowing a golden-brown light. The roof was lined with old, derelict, wooden beams that blankets hung from.

Your eyes lit up, this was your in-person heaven. 

You ran on the wooden floor to a little laminated piece of paper (on your tiptoes so the noise was minimal) which explained which genre of books were where. Knowing exactly what you were looking for, you ran over to the far bookcase, tucked into the left corner. Your finger caressed the spines of each book until you snatched one.

‘The secret history. Donna Tartt.’

You were unsure of how long you sat there alone, reading that book. However, when you got to page 139- smooth, pale, bare legs caught the corner of your eye. 

Standing there with her arms crossed, lent against a bookcase and one leg slightly crossing the other was the older woman that you craved to be with. She had a sly smirk resting on her face and one eyebrow was slightly raised. How long had she been standing there?

“Enjoying your book, sweetheart?” 

Your face immediately went bright pink, even the tips of your ears. You hid your face in your hands (your strangely large sweater really) slightly as a reflex. “I- uhm. I struggle sleeping in new places.”

Natasha stared at you blankly for a second before coming and sitting down next to you, her shoulder bumping against yours. “Why didn’t you tell me this before we went to bed?” she looked concerned and you squirmed under the attention.

“Didn’t want to be a nuisance.” You said quietly, the words being muffled by your sleeve. Natasha frowned and took the side of your face in her hand, forcing you to look at her. Completely melting into her touch, your mouth dropped on slightly and her thumb came to rest just underneath your bottom lip.

“You could never be a nuisance, honey. Please, please let me know when something is wrong. I always want to make you feel comfortable and good.” her voice was cracked and husky from sleep. Honestly, it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. “C’mere.” she turned her body and pulled you to straddle her lap. 

You wrapped your arms around her neck and put your face in the crook of her neck. She smelt like vanilla. Her big hands encompassed your waist and her lips came to your hair. For some reason, this made you start to cry. Your body shook with silent sobs and Natasha held you tighter.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Let it all out. It's ok, I'm right here.” She kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear whilst you sobbed. After you started to calm down, Natasha pulled you face out her shoulder and held it in her hands and wiped your tears with her thumbs. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”

“Feel like my parents don’t want me. Don’t know why they left me for the whole of the holidays.” You whimpered. Natasha kissed your nose then nuzzled hers against yours. She didn’t move her face away and rested her forehead against yours. 

“You don’t need them, baby.” she smiled. “Not when you have your mommy right here.” it was the first time she had called herself that outloud and your mind went empty and numb. Nervous to see your reaction, she pressed her lips against your slightly damp ones and started peking them. 

You parted your lips again to let her start kissing you properly and dug your fingernails into the firm muscles on her shoulders. The kisses started to get hotter, until she got impatient and sucked your bottom lip into her mouth. Your tongue unconsciously darted out between her parted lips. 

Whilst you were making out, her hands moved down from your face to underneath your sweater. Her stiletto acrylics scratched against your sensitive skin, causing red marks to appear in the path up to your boobs. She gently groped you and moaned at the feeling of your whole chest fitting into the palm of her hand. 

Her other hand kept on the side of your face, nails slightly sinking into your skin. Half moon shapes temporarily marked your skin. 

She pulled back and swallowed, looking into your eyes. “Can you focus on your mommy for me? Keep focusing on how I make you feel, baby. All this hurt is going to go away. Mommy can always make her sweet, little girl happy, can't she?” her sickenly sweet words echoed in your brain and you nodded. Always.

Her hand that was one groping your tits moved to palm you inside your loose shorts. “That's it, princess. Keep looking at mommy.” your eyes didn't leave hers as your mouth parted and faint gasps of air were pulled through them. She kept on rolling her middle finger directly over your clit.

Moans started to fill the library as she rubbed her fingers over your underwear. “Mommy loves it when you're all sweet for her. Always so eager to please. You’re doing so well, baby. Making mommy very proud of you. Such a good girl. Are you getting close for me?

You nodded and fluttered your eyes shut. She took this as an opportunity to start kissing your lips again but you struggled to kiss back, moans slipping out of your lips every time she touched you. The knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter and she kept using your mouth. Breath’s were getting pulled in quicker and your hips started to twitch against her hand, until finally the knot released. You squealed and Natasha smiled against you, feeling the sweet, wetness seep through your underwear.

“That’s it, my good girl. You’ve doing so well cumming for me. I'm so proud of you baby.”

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[tahliafox]

hmhmhm mommy!nat eating out innocent!r for the first time?👀👀 soft soft soft .. please and thank u👉🏻👈🏻

Icky feelings. 

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Based off request (thank you for the request, really liked this idea <3)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Older!Natasha, Soft!smut, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, Loss of virginity, heavy praise.

Words: 1276

The feeling started when you were watching Natasha drive. For some reason, you couldn’t keep your eyes off the way her hands looked wrapped around the steering wheel, her boney, long fingers tapping patterns and rubbing light circles into the worn out leather, and then she moved one onto your thigh, rubbing patterns into your bare skin. Something felt warm in your stomach, and it jolted every time one of her fingers moved.

Then her mouth caught your attention. Her tongue licked a layer of wetness over her plump, rosey lips. Then she brought her bottom lip in between her teeth and chewed on it. You felt the need to cross your legs, so you did. Natasha looked at you through the corner of her eye and squeezed your thigh with her hand, which was now trapped in between your legs.

“You ok, sweetheart?” Her voice was concerned and raspy. You tapped your foot on the floor of the car.

“I think I need to pee, Natty. M’not sure though, feels kinda icky in between my legs. How close are we to home?” you answered. She looked at the time, then at her hand trapped between your legs, then at your flushed cheeks and back at the road. A sly smirk ghosted her lips and you furrowed your eyebrows, confused on why she found it funny that you needed to pee. 

“Not too far, baby. Only about 5 minutes now.” Unlike you, she knew exactly what was going on. Natasha knew you were a virgin, you had told her that before you started dating a few months ago. It didn’t come as a surprise to her as you were only 19, and were completely oblivious at anything to do with sex. She was unsure if you even knew what sex was as you came from a very strict, conservative household and was homeschooled. 

The thought of taking your virginity unleashed something in Natasha that she didn’t know existed so she pressed harder on the gas. Her hand remained on your thigh, squeezing it and rubbing it ceaselessly. Gambling slightly, she trailed her hand higher and higher, reaching the hem of your very-short shorts (ones that the older woman had picked out herself) and played with the material.

You shifted underneath her hand and clenched your thighs together again. “Natty, it's getting worse. Feels really warm.”

“It’s ok, sweet angel. Mommy will fix it as soon as we get home. Think you can be a good girl and hold on for a few more minutes, for me?” 

“Always a good girl for you, mommy.” 

The 5 minutes seemed like an hour to you, her consistent kneading of your thigh and throbbing ache between your legs, so when you finally pulled up to the static-caravan you jumped out of the car and ran over to Natasha, who was closing her door. 

Natasha took your face in her hands and rubbed over your flushed cheeks. She lent down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you smiled when she pulled back. Something glistened in her eyes that was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome whatsoever. 

“Come on, let's go in. Mommy's going to fix your problem, princess.” She held your hand in hers, protectively and walked you infront of her to the front door of the trailer. As soon as the door was closed and both of you were inside, she hooked her arms underneath your thighs and lifted you so your legs wrapped around her waist.

Her lips found yours immediately and her hands held you firmly on your ass. The kiss wasn’t like the other ones she had given you, her lips sicked in your bottom lip and eventually her tongue found its way into your mouth.

You squeaked in surprise when she walked over to the bed and laid you down on your back, still making out with you desperately. When she pulled back slightly, you gasped for air and her hand went instinctively to her hair.

“Mommy.” you whined, unsure of what you wanted. 

“I know baby, you must feel so icky down there, don't you? It's ok, mommy's going to make it all better if you let her. Can you be a good girl and let mommy fix the ache, please?” she caressed your face and nuzzled her nose into yours affectionately. You didn’t really know what was going to happen but the way her other hand cupped you through your shorts and the ache went away slightly, you nodded and started begging.

Natasha brought your t-shirt and bra over your head and started kissing over your chest. Her tongue flattened out and she licked boldly over your nipple. You arched your head back and moaned, gripping her hair with your right hand. “Mommy, please.”

She chuckled and crawled down your body. “Can mommy take your shorts and panties off so I can see why you feel so icky? Mommy needs to check it out for you, sweetness.” she asked. You nodded and whined at the uncomfortable feeling getting worse. When she had your underwear off, she took the back of your knees in her hands and spread your legs. 

Saliva filled her mouth when she saw how incredibly wet you actually were. “Oh, baby. You must feel so uncomfortable and wet. I didn't know it was going to be this bad.” she positioned herself in-between your legs so she could hook your things onto her shoulders and nuzzled into your crotch, bumping her nose onto your clit. 

You moaned and humped her face for more. “Mommy, please. Feels so icky. Please, please, please.” 

“Ok, darling. Mommy's right here. Gonna fix this for you. All you need to do is lay back and be a good girl for me. I'm so proud of you for letting me be this close to you. Stop thinking for mommy and just feel.” 

Unable to hold herself back, she licked a bold stripe up your cunt and groaned at the sweet tang of your arousal. “Fuck, baby.” she moaned and went back in, licking you mercilessly everywhere. A strong jolt of pleasure coursed through you and your thighs tightened on her shoulders.

After lapping up all the wetness, she wrapped her mouth around your clit and sucked on it harshly. “Feels so good, mommy.” you slurred, drunk on the pleasure. “Please don't stop.”

Natasha pulled back slightly and rubbed her fingers over your clit to replace her mouth. “You’re doing so well for me baby, opening up for mommy like that. I’m so proud of you for being so sweet for me, my good little girl. Keep on letting mommy love you like this baby. I promise it's going to feel so good.”

She took your clit between her lips again and swirled her tongue over it. The need to pee came back suddenly and you jerked away but Natasha didn’t let you move and kept sucking vigorously. “M’gonna pee mommy, let me go.”

“No, you're not. I promise, just relax for me.” 

You did as she said and she sucked on your cunt one more time before something snapped within you and this blinding, hot pleasure overcame you. Everything else went numb and your eyes screwed shut, moans spewing out of your lips with every intake of breath. Natasha moved her mouth so she could lick up all of your cum. 

After a few seconds, Natasha swallowed and brought her face up. You hesitantly looked at her and saw that her chin was dripping with your arousal. “Felt so good, mommy.”

“I know, baby. You did so incredibly well, always mommy's good girl. So proud of you, angel.”

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[tahliafox]

Mommy's perfect girl.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha hates seeing you insecure. 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Older!Natasha, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, heavy praise, smut, talk of body issues.

Words: 1038

You stared at yourself in the mirror. It was a stupid idea to do this and the full-length mirror was usually facing towards the wall because you could not stand waking up everyday and immediately getting up to have to look at your body, specifically your legs. You hated your thighs. You always questioned how you got a girlfriend like Natasha. 

She was so much older than you, having only just turned 19 and her being well into her 30s, so much prettier than you (in your eyes, she always disagreed) and way more experienced in bed. In Fact, that would be an understatement. She was the woman that took your virginity and showed you what it felt like to actually be loved, but you weren't her first and that always lingered in the back of your mind. What if you weren't good enough, didn’t satisfy her enough or looked pretty enough?

Natasha was out at work when you saw her sweater lying across the chair that was directly in view of the mirror. You had walked over to it timidly and picked it up. It still smelt like her, so you put it on for comfort. It was about five sizes too big for you as Natasha was around 5’10 and you were only 5’4. The cotton sat around your upper thighs, completely covering your skimpy night-shorts making it look like you did not have pants on. A faint smile ghosted your lips when you realised you now smelt of her, however it quickly disappeared when you turned around and saw how awful your legs looked in the mirror. 

This is how Natasha found you when she walked in, tears streaming down your red-stained face, sleeve covered hands gripping at the skin on your thighs- pulling at it slightly to make them look skinnier. Then she realised, you were in her clothes. Some primal, possessive feeling shot straight to her lower stomach and her mouth filled with saliva. You didn’t notice her until she desperately groaned and walked behind you to grip at your waist softly. 

“Oh, princess.” she sighed. “What's a pretty girl like you doing crying in a mirror. God, you look so sexy in my clothes. Making mommy want to claim you over and over again.” she wrapped her buff arms around your waist and pulled you firmly into her stomach. “Fuck, you look so ready for me, sweetheart. Mommy wants to bite into you and mark you all over.”

You sniffled and cowered back into her, wanting to go completely numb and mindless but that stupid mirror stopping you from listening to her sweet words. 

“Baby, you’ve got to tell me why you’re so upset.” her words were stern, and her eyes probably were searching for yours but you kept your gaze on the ground just below the mirror in shame. “Tell mommy, princess. Be a good girl for me and use your words.”

You took in a sharp breath. “My legs are fat. I look so ugly and undesirable. Don't know how you like me.”

Natasha’s face dropped. She took your chin in her hands and forced you to look at her in the mirror. “Oh, sweetheart. None of that is true. Your so fucking sexy, no matter how big your thighs are. Mommy wants you so, incredibly much all the time. God, princess. Look at yourself. You know, I finger myself underneath my desk at work because of how pretty my girl looks when she sleeps. You're so perfect for mommy. My perfect, little girl.” Her hands snake underneath your sweater to grope at your tits. “Look at how perfectly you fit in my hand, baby. God, you’re making mommy want to fuck you dumb.”

Her other hand moves into your shorts and slips underneath your panties to smear your arousal all over cunt and her hand. Your head falls back onto her shoulder in ecstasy. You moan into her ear. “Fuck, mommy.”

Her breathing picks up at the word coming out of your mouth. “I'm right here, my sweet girl. Keep watching me, baby. Watch mommy claim your beautiful body over and over.” Her hand picks up and you whine. “Just like that, doing so well for mommy. Fuck.” she moans dirtily. 

She pinches your nipple in-between her fingers and rolls then, then grabs your whole tit in her hand and pulls it around. You start moaning in time with her strokes on your pussy. “Feels so good, mommy. Please don't stop.”

“M’not going anywhere, sweet angel.” she mumbles into the back of your head. “Mommy's going to stay right here and watch her perfect little girl fall apart on her fingers all night. Going to leave you all dumb and fucked out. You’re not going to be able to think, are you. The only thing that's going to be in that small brain is the sweet words mommy tells you, no one else. God, you’re so wet for me. D’you like it when mommy tells you how much she wants you. Cause I do, all the time.”

“Want you too.” you moan. “Want my mommy to fuck me all the time.”

She smirks and leans down to bite into your shoulder, hard. You scream and she lightens off her bite, licking over the red mark that's starting to appear. “Yeah? Do you daydream about me when you're with other people? Of course you do, because you're my perfect princess who is obsessed with her mommy. You belong to me, baby. I own you.”

You moan and jerk your hips into her hand, which is now rubbing furiously at your clit. “My mommy.”

“That's right, sweety. Your mommy. I own you just like you own me.”

You nod and gasp when her fingernail digs into your boob. “Gonna cum, mommy. So, so close. Please, can I come? Please, please, please.” incoherent pleas escape your mouth like a prayer. 

“You’re doing so well for me. Come for mommy, that's it.”

You scream and watch Natasha's face as you cum onto her fingers. She leans down to your ear and pulls the cartilage between her teeth. “Mommy’s so proud of you, angel. You did so well letting go for me like that.”

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[tahliafox]

Breaking the rules.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You and Natasha have been playing a not-so-fun game.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dominant!Reader, Sub!Natasha, Blood Kink, Knife Kink, Lap Riding, Fingering, Rough sex, Smut, Car sex, Praise.

Words: 1261

Your foot faltered on the gas of a wine-red tesla, Tony's wine-red tesla to be exact. Natasha, who was straddling you in the driver's seat, started kissing down your neck possessively. She nipped at the skin, making faint hickeys appear. You moaned, knowing this would cause the girl to nearly break. Natasha bit down hard on your shoulder, frustrated.

"Natasha, are you sure this isn't breaking the rules?" The two of you had agreed to make a bet, whoever kissed the other first on the lips had to do whatever the other said. Natasha shook her head and carried on assaulting your neck. You pulled the tesla into a small turn off in the road, parked the car and started rubbing on Natasha's back, slowly scratching your nails underneath the girl's crop top, knowing that's one of Nat's only weaknesses. Natasha smirked and played onto this, flexing her back muscles so your fingers could trace them.

"I'm not kissing you on the lips, so no this is not breaking the rules." The ginger teased. You reclined the seat and pulled Nat down with you. You lifted the assassin's thighs up higher so your faces met. Arousal dripped into Natasha's underwear when you connected their foreheads and moaned softly. "Fuck your killing me, love." Natasha groaned and dizzily ran her palms down your tits.

"Mhm." You hummed sensually. You licked your lips, making them wet. Natasha stared longingly, whilst you just stared into emerald eyes. "Darling, all you have to do is kiss me." your accent made Natasha swoon. You kept her voice low and quiet. Natasha seriously contemplated it. "Come on, love. Give in to me." You ghosted her lips over Natasha's and subtly grinded your hips into her girlfriend, in any attempt to make the girl lose. Under the strong facade, you were so close to losing. Natashas stomach clenched and she got hot and flushed. She moaned and pushed her hands onto your shoulders, grinding back against her love but keeping your foreheads pressed together.

You and Natasha rarely got to be this intimate with each other, but with a break in missions you had been savouring every moment.

"You're so beautiful Natalia." The name dripped off your tongue like honey. Natasha only let you call her that, it was an unspoken agreement that if any of the crew dared to call her that, you would get her knives and possibly carve it into them. Natasha kept grinding against you, her minty breath getting heavy against your face.

You brought one hand up and held the side of Natasha's face, holding it tenderly. You traced your thumb over Nat's lips, pulling the bottom one down and holding it there with your black acrylic. This ended it for the assassin.

"Fuck the game, make me your fucking doll in bed for all I care. I need this." And with that Natasha smashed her lips heavily onto yours- immediately slipping her tongue into the Aphrodite's mouth. You moaned helplessly and caressed the side of Natasha's face. Natasha grit her hips against your  belt buckle and let out a shaky breath.

You took this as an opportunity to speak. "That's one of the hottest things you've ever said to me, gorgeous." Natasha just nodded dumbly and reconnected your lips. Blush lips moved against paler ones in a frenzy. Natasha felt desperate to touch everything on her girlfriend. She sat up, bringing you with her by pulling you up by the back of your neck and messily ground into you to relieve some of the unbearable tension that was dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Blindly, she reached into the glove compartment and reached for one of your knives, so she could tear through your shirt without having to disconnect your lips. Her finger picked something sharp and bled out a little, Natasha smiled masochistically and brought the knife to her lover's chest. You realised what was going on and brought one hand to her wrist- stopping her from doing anything with the knife, and the other hand wrapped around Natasha's neck, pushing her back and choking her. You pressed your fingers against the ginger's pressure point. This cut off Natasha's breathing slightly, stopping her from moaning helplessly.

"What do you think you're doing with my knife, pretty girl?" You snatched the knife out of Natasha's hand and ran it down the ginger's cheek. "How many times have I told you not to touch what isn't yours?" You tutted at your girlfriend who looked like a mess. A spot of blood leaked out of Nat's face as you pressed down a little hard. Natasha flinched underneath your touch but also moaned, enjoying the painful sensation. "You handle pain so well, my good girl."

Natasha smiled at the praise and took your hand, the one with the knife, and ran it down her own chest, tearing her skimpy shirt, making a clear path for the blade to pass down her stomach. You removed her hand from Nat's neck, causing the girl to take in sharp, deep breaths. In a haste, the crop top was ripped off the assassin's torso, leaving her in only an emerald-coloured bra.

Natasha would have felt insecure, but of course you noticed her shading herself away from the intense gaze and started praising and complimenting her. "You're so beautiful, Natalia." Natasha looked away, flustered. "Look at me, pretty girl." You turned your lover's chin and smiled softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. So, fucking much." Natasha leaned forwards and connected your lips in a rush, a metallic taste flowed through the kiss from the blood on Natasha's cheek seeping down into their mouths. She kissed her in a daze for a few seconds, then pulled back only a centimetre. "Let me show you how much, baby." She started to plant kisses on the corner of your mouth, who nodded and moaned.

Natasha lifted herself onto her knees so she could remove the leather belt that was secured tightly around your  waist. She yanked it out of the loops and threw it into the back, then, with shaky hands, fiddled with the buttons of both her own, and your shorts to pull them down. An extremely dark spot in Natasha's matching green panties made you lick your lips and press your fingers down on it. Natasha yelped in surprise, then moaned.

She trapped your hand in between her own and your hips then started grinding down. You moaned and pulled Natasha's hair into a ponytail so you could kiss her without getting a mouthful of hair. You started to move your hand rhythmically against Nat's clit to edge her on. All of the foreplay had wound the girl up, she was already seconds away from cumming.

"Fu-uck. Oh my god- I- can't." Natasha started stuttering out incoherent words against your mouth. "Please, I'm so close." To stop herself from screaming completely, she bit into your bottom lip, drawing blood. You whimpered and pressed harder into Nat.

That did it for Natasha. She threw her head back and let out a scream. You came undone at the sight. A hot and sweaty Natasha, furrowing her brows, mouth wide open, her cheek still dripping with blood. Natasha rode out her high fairly quickly and noticed you came too. That was one of her favourite things about her lover, you got off on just watching Nat.

"You're so perfect." Natasha kissed you twice then leaned her head against a strong shoulder, out of breath.

“We should play this game more often”

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[tahliafox]

Smart girl.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: after a long day at college, you go to your older girlfriend’s office for some much needed stress relief.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, CEO!Natasha, Older!Natasha, Mommy!Natasha, heavy praise, thigh riding, slight exhbitionism, Innocent!Reader, Soft!Smut, subspace.

Words: 967.

Soft hands shook nervously against your little blush-coloured skirt, brushing off any dirt that may have found its way onto the skimpy material during the day. You inhaled deeply to try to ease the nerves that seemed to claw at your stomach. It was always scary to visit Natasha during her work hours, her assistant didn’t seem to like you and she was always tense with the amount of work that was piled on her because her employees were too mindless to do it themselves.

However, none of that would ever spoil being able to see your girlfriend after a long day of lectures and studying. Even if she was tense, you knew a very… effective way to relax her. The elevator ride was long, as she was on the top floor, so the anticipation was almost killing you. Of course her assistant was right there as the little bing sounded of the doors being opened. 

You scoffed quietly when she looked you up and down. Thankfully, Natashas door was right outside the elevator and all your thoughts seemed to dissipate when she met your line of sight through the glass, a pretty picture of her sitting at her mahogany desk, her auburn hair tied neatly into a high ponytail. Red lipstick swept its way across her full, soft lips and a white dress shirt that had been undone slightly throughout the day rested on her muscular shoulders. She had left her blinds open for some reason. Maybe she was waiting for you. 

Without feeling the need to knock, you went straight into her office and shut the door behind you. Natasha looked up with an annoyed glint in her eyes, you squirmed. 

“Hi, Natty.” you said meekly, now more nervous than before. Her eyes seemed to soften when she saw you.

“Hello, darling. I didn’t know you were coming today.” God, her voice was so arousing. She clearly had been shouting at someone earlier today as the deep husk had gone ever so raspy.

“Missed you, wanted to visit my Nat.” You mumbled. “College is stressful, I had so many lectures. We even had to dissect a real life brain.” Natashas legs parted when you walked over to her and her strong, veiny hands caged your waist, pulling you to straddle her lap. She pressed her nose into your neck and inhaled your vanilla perfume. 

“You did? My smart girl.” she said, kissing her way up to your jaw then nipping lightly. 

A shot of arousal hit you like a drug, you ground gently in her lap causing her to look up at you and kiss you passionately. “Is my pretty girl going to help mommy destress?” the honorific made everything in your brain to disappear, moving you deep into subspace. She hummed questioningly and tilted her head.

Unable to get any words to come to you, you just started grinding rhythmically on her lap and kissed her, hard- forgetting her blinds were open and that anyone could see in. Pushing your tongue into her mouth, you licked over the back of her teeth and then tangled it with hers. She pulled back and took your face in one of her hands and stroked your cheek gently.

“Always such a good girl for me, sweetheart. So ready for mommy and eager to please.” 

You swooned and whined lightly. “Mommy's good girl.”

She nodded. “That's right, pretty baby.”

Natasha got back to kissing your neck and guided your waist with her arms to start humping again. The friction of her belt buckle on your very wet cunt made your toes curl. She pulled your skirt over your hips so the pink underwear you had soaked through started seeping onto her. 

“That's it, honey. Keep using mommy's lap to get off.”

Her sweet words made you breath hitch, high pitched whines and moans kept escaping your lips. She captured every one then brought your head down the rest in the crook of her neck. She cradled you away from the rest of the world. “You’re doing so well for me, pretty. Always making me so, so proud.”

The praise made you closer and closer by the second. The tight knot in your stomach started becoming unbearable. “M’ close mommy.”

She ran her long, slender fingers through your hair and kissed the side of your head gently. “Yeah? Gonna cum for mommy? That’s it baby, keep rubbing yourself on me, staining my pants with your sweet arousal. Everyone is going to be able to smell you on me all night, claiming your mommy just like I love to claim you.”

You preened and drooled on her shoulder, your movements got sloppy as the inevitable high was so close.

“Is my smart girl going dumb, hm? What happened to the girl that can dissect brains? Now your all dumb and fucked out for mommy. Your head is so empty, only thinking about cumming all over mommy's lap. You're my good girl, aren't you, angel?” 

The sweet words tipped you over the edge, making you bite down on her shoulder. Natasha gripped your thighs tightly and kept you moving to prolong the intense pleasure. “Good girl, doing so well for me. That’s it, keep cumming on my lap. I'm going to be able to feel your wetness in my panties soon, so much is coming out, huh? Gonna soak all the way through.”

She kept stroking your thighs, then moved a hand up to your hair. You tried to catch your breath, your forehead pressed tightly against her neck. She kissed the side of your hair a few times then brought your face into her hands and nuzzled her nose against your, ever so slightly red one. 

“I'm so, so proud of you for being so good and pretty for me.”

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[tahliafox]

My best girl.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: You and Natasha have a soft moment in Norway after running away from the rest of the world.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY| MINORS DNI. Older!Natasha (age gap not specified but is there and legal), Soft!smut, Oral (R receiving). Minimal use of Y/N. Slight Innocent!reader.

Word count: 1035.

Your fingers typed aimlessly on the keyboard, a pathetic attempt to find some motivation to study and distract yourself from daydreaming about a certain redhead. A very dreamy redhead. The screen was reflecting off your eyes showing monotonous pages of text that didn’t seem to end, no matter how far you scrolled. 

Rain pattered off the plastic windows of the trailer. It was a stupid idea, really- running away from home with your older, assassin girlfriend whilst in the middle of your online school year and leaving your not-so-loving parents behind. But the way she sunk to her knees and begged for you to come with her, the way she pressed her forehead tightly on your unsteady legs whilst tears flowed down her cheeks like a stream of pure river water made you think that, maybe, it wasn’t so stupid. 

A faint slam of a car door caught your attention. Your stomach lurched at the thought of seeing her again, touching her. It had only been a few hours but you seemed to grow used to the feeling of always having her around, always being safe in her arms. 

“You’re in my bed.” Oh, that deep husky voice that you missed. Your eyes snapped up to meet hers, a slight smirk was painted on her face like a priceless masterpiece. A toothy smile appeared on your face like magic, a thoughtless reaction to seeing her. Natasha couldn’t help but blush slightly, her best girl was always so happy to see her. Always so eager to please. 

“Our bed, Natty. Mine and yours.” You told her in return. She nodded and took her day clothes off, moving to put on a comfortable sweater and sweatpants. It was cold in Norway. You watched the way her back muscles flexed and relaxed as she moved to grab clothes out of the bedroom dresser. A sharp desire to sink your teeth into them grew in your stomach, and a little below. “Missed you.” You mumbled and shifted so you were sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I missed you too, pretty girl.” She towered over you, holding you face in her hands gently, as if you were as fragile as glass. Rose swept across your cheeks. Pretty girl.

Your hands went to her shoulders and gripped down tightly as she bent down to press her soft, blush lips onto yours. Multiple short kisses were placed on your lips, until she sunk to her knees to get down to your level and claimed your bottom lip in between hers. “God, I missed you way too much, angel. Always so pretty and perfect for me.”

You grinned and layed back on the bed, shimming up so your legs weren't hanging off the edge. Pulling Natasha with you, her lips didn’t stop caressing yours.

Natasha started nipping at your neck, leaving faint hickeys all over you. Humming contemptly, she pulled your hand away from her shoulders, gently, by intertwining it with hers and brushing your own knuckles against your face. You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks, it only got worse as you realised how spaced out you actually are. 

“I love you so much, always so, so perfect for me.” Natasha moved down your body until she came into level with your spread out thighs. They were covered in goosebumps as you suddenly realised you had forgone wearing pants underneath your (Natasha’s) large sweater. She lifted the cotton material away from your thighs and bunched it around your waist, still holding onto your hand. 

Pearly teeth scraped against your thighs and you clenched around the air. The wetness seemed to seep through your white underwear, so you brought your free hand down to play with the little pale pink bow on the top, then pushed them down. Natasha licked up your leg then ducked her head underneath your panties to reach you. 

“So wet and pretty for me. Always so ready. My best girl. Want to tell me this is ok, please?” you nodded but it was not enough. “Words, darling. Tell me this is ok, that you want this.”

“Always want this, Nat. Need you all the time.” You whispered, head empty. This seemed to be good enough for her as she groaned deeply, filled with desire. Her nose pressed against your pubic bone as she panted and gripped your hand tightly, almost as if she were trying to stop herself.

She then quickly bent down and licked a long, bold stripe up your cunt to collect all the arousal that pooled in between your legs. A faint whimper of her name left your lips as you reached a hand down to start playing with her silky hair. God, she was relentless. The moment she tasted you her dam of desire broke. 

“Fuck, princess. You always taste so good.” She did not stop licking and caressing you, it was so ceaseless. Your legs flexed and your hand gripped her hair tighter. The ball in your stomach kept rising, and rising.

“Oh, Natty. Feels so, so good.”

She smiled into your cunt and reached down to grip and squeeze at your pale thigh, then lifted it to wrap it around her head. You curled your toes and flexed your legs even harder, straining your muscles. Everything was so overwhelming.

Your dream girl in between your legs, sucking on your clit and worshipping your body as if you were some sort of deity or human reincarnation of Aphrodite herself. The knot in your stomach, getting tighter, and tighter. Her sweet words seeping into your brain and staining themself in your mind like red wine on a white carpet.

“So close.” You whimpered and ground your hips against her flattened out tongue. “So- So close, Nat.”

She wrapped her mouth around you and hummed, the vibrations making you scream and come undone. “That's it, my girl. Doing so well, coming for me. Only me.”

You managed to take in some stuttered breaths and regained your voice. “Only you.”

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[tahliafox]

omg HELLO i am in love with your one-shots, could you please do mommy!nat touching herself while watching photos of the reader’s nude pics of her? ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT DO IT

Pretty photos.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Based on request (sorry this isn't exactly what you requested, most of my fics rely heavily off of dialogue and natasha being on her own wouldn’t have any of that, so the fic would be kinda boring, so i made it into a phone call, hope that's ok and that you like the fic. Thank you so much for requesting <33) also holy fuck balls, I love your fics too

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Older!Natasha, Smut, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, Masturbation, phone sex.

Words: 759

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Missing u mommy. Can't stop thinking bout u :(

Natasha had been staring at the message for at least 10 minutes now, laying in her bed alone. It almost seemed unreal to her. Her innocent little angel sending explicit photos to her in the middle of the day with no warning whatsoever was a locked away fantasy of hers, a dream that she never thought would come true, but it had. 

You had solemnly left Natasha earlier today, having to go to your parents house for the weekend. Natasha was hesitant to let you leave, wanting to come with you but you didn’t like the idea of your father meeting your girlfriend who was the same age as him.

She took off her pants and underwear as soon as you sent it, being on the run, alone in Norway, there was no risk to fucking herself anymore. Her slender fingers caressed her arousal and smeared it over her clit. Her breath picked up and got heavy when she started rubbing herself whilst looking at the photos you had sent her. 

The first one could be taken as innocent, your hair down framing your face, Natashas oversized sweater covering your torso and upper thigh. Unbeknownst to Natasha, you weren't wearing anything underneath her sweater and had been rubbing yourself on the sleeves (that smelt of her) for the last half an hour. 

The second one was a little more promiscuous. You had brought the sweater up so she could see that you weren't wearing anything underneath. There was a clear glisten of wetness coating your thighs. God what she would give to lick that off your bare skin. 

The third one was to a whole new extreme. You must have gained some confidence as the sweater had come off, your tits were dressed in pretty white lace (complimenting your complexion) and you had forgone any panties. The phone was held in your left hand, pointing at the mirror and your left was buried in between your slick-covered thighs.

Her breathing got heavier as she fucked herself harder. 

Mommy can’t stop thinking about you either, sweet angel. You look so pretty in those photos for me. Making mommy want to fly over just to fuck you dumb.

The read receipts showed up, then three bubbles at the bottom of the screen. Natasha's heart jumped 

[incoming call from ‘mommy’s angel <3’]

Natasha immediately clicked the answer and the first thing you heard was her heavy breathing. Sadly there was no video attached so she kept the third photo on her screen instead, imagining that's what you were currently doing. 

“Hi, mommy.” you whispered out meekly, embarrassed about what you had sent.

“Fuck, angel. You’ve got mommy all worked up sending those pretty photos.” Natasha moaned out, her fingers speeding up at the sound of your voice.

“Missed you, tried to cum but can’t do it without you.” you whimpered when you realised what she was doing. “Need my mommy's help, I can only cum with you.”

“Aww, sweetheart. Has mommy broken you? My poor little girl not being able to cum without her mommy's help. S’ok baby.” she slurred. “Mommy's here now, want to carry on pleasing yourself for me?”

“Don’t know how.” you heard a sloppy sound on the other side of the call. 

“Rub your clit with your middle finger, for me. Up and down just how mommy does it when we are together.” Natasha instructed. You did as she said and started fingering at your clit. “Keep talking, baby. Let mommy hear your voice.”

“Can’t, mommy. My parents are downstairs.” you whispered. Natasha moaned at the thought of you sneaking away from your family dinner to talk to her and bucked her hips off the bed.

“Oh, poor baby. Just keep rubbing yourself for me. Mommy is so close, angel. You going to cum with me?” Natasha was desperate to cum but didn’t want to leave you out. Her moans got louder and breaths got heavier and a sticky sound was coming out of the phone. “Can you hear how wet you make me, baby? Mommy’s dripping onto the bed thinking about all the ways I can ruin your pretty little head.”

Without being able to stop it, Natasha came with a moan of your name. This pushed you over the edge and you bit into your bedsheets to stop yourself from screaming. 

“Thank you for sending those photos to me. I'm so proud of you for having the confidence, always such a good girl for mommy.”

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[tahliafox]

Hi! Could you please write some angst with happy ending with Nat?? :)

Painfully pretty.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Based on request.

Warnings: Angst (happy ending), Older! Natasha. 

Words: 934

“You said you wanted to talk, so talk.” Your voice was hard, and Natasha’s eyes flicked nervously. She gripped and relaxed her intertwined hands to stop from reaching out to hold you. You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head slightly, gesturing for her to talk but she stayed silent staring at you in guilt. You scoffed. “I’m not going to sit here like an idiot, Natasha. Either say something or get out.”

She looked so painfully pretty sitting in front of you. Her auburn hair was thrown up in a wispy ponytail and she had forgone makeup (probably to avoid mascara smudges, she knew this wasn’t going to be an easy conversation.).

“I’m sorry.” She wavered, then shut her mouth tight. You clenched your jaw at the dropping feeling in your stomach. You nodded and let out a dry chuckle. She was sorry. Great.

“For what exactly?” You asked, blinking unshed tears away.

“Everything.” Natasha answered. You looked at her incredulously. 

“And what’s everything, Natasha? Because you’re sitting here in front of me, telling me you’re sorry but you don’t even know what you’re fucking sorry for!” You started getting your teeth, mad at her dumbfounded stare. 

“I-I don’t-” She cut herself off mid-sentence and rubbed her face in both of her hands, sighing. 

“See! You don’t fucking know!” You stood up from the leather sofa, throwing your hands about angrily. “How about breaking up with me with a note? How about leaving me because you were insecure about your age, something that I told you didn’t matter and doesn’t bother me whatsoever… how about your sorry for fucking taking my virginity, making me completely open up to you and then not giving me the same back! God, Natasha. You- you can’t fucking sit here and expect me to forgive you after all of that!”

You stormed forwards and pointed a finger at her face. Natasha didn’t flinch, she sat there taking in every word you said, knowing she had completely fucked up. At this point, tears were streaming down your red-stained face. You hiccupped in a few broken breaths and blinked at her, waiting for her to say something.

“You know what, I can't do this anymore. Get out.” 

Natasha tensed up then started shaking her head. Her strong hands reached out for your waist and pulled you into her, her forehead pressed tightly against your stomach.

“Natasha-”

“No.” She interrupted. Your hands went to push at her head but she didn’t budge. “No, I'm not leaving. I’m not going anywhere.” Her words were getting rushed. You gripped her ponytail in her hand and pulled it gently, getting her head off you but it just fell out, the hair dropping so neatly against her face. The shaking of her head got more noticeable and her hands started gripping you harder, leaving marks on your waist.

“Nat-”

“No!” she sobbed. “You don’t want me to get out. You love me, I love you, ok. We are meant to be together, angel.”

The confession of her love, for the first time, broke you. You tried getting her hands off of you, peeling her fingers away from you but she rushed up and wrapped her whole arms around your waist, hugging you close, pressing her forehead on yours. You refused to look into her eyes and started pushing her away and thrashed around in her arms.

“Get the fuck off me! Let me go, get out.” You cried but Natasha just held you closer, rubbing circles into your back. After a few sobs you lost strength and collapsed into her, your head resting on her shoulder.

“I love you.” She broke. “God, my little angel. I love you so much, I do. I swear I do, let me love you. That's it.” she risked bringing a hand up to your hair and running her fingers through it. Your breathing picked up and you started choking on air. Natasha shushed you and held you firmly. “It’s ok, princess. Breath for me.”

When your breathing started to settle, Natasha leaned back. She brought your face in her hands and pressed tender kisses along your forehead, then down your cheek and across your jawline. “I fucked up, baby. I know I did and I’m so incredibly sorry. But I'm here now, and I promise you I'm not going anywhere. All I want is you.” 

You looked her in the eyes and sniffled. “Promise?” You whimpered.

“I promise, my little girl.” She confirmed and pressed a strong kiss to your lips. You started crying again at the realization that she was really here and kissed her again. Her hands stayed on your face, rubbing in tender circles with her thumbs on your cheeks. Natasha let you take the lead of the kiss, and smiled when you hesitantly pressed your tongue against her upper lip. 

Her mouth opened and she moaned, moving her hands down to your waist, then lifting you into her arms. You wrapped your legs around her waist and moved your kisses down to her neck, giving her the ability to see where she wanted to walk. 

Natasha groaned when you started sucking a hickey into her neck and started walking into your bedroom. “Sweetheart.” she stopped your kisses when they got a little too hot. “Why don’t we cuddle tonight, huh?” You were clearly very emotional and she didn’t want to take advantage.

“Hold me.” was the only thing you whispered before sinking into her arms completely and fluttering your eyes closed. Natasha smiled and kissed the side of your head.

“Always, my pretty girl.”

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