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[babydoll372]

could you please do natasha romanoff x reader smut that's overall pretty sweet and domestic? That's all i really want, you can add anything that you would like <3 thank you for writing just in general even if you don't do this one <3

Stand By Me

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 1984

Warnings: smut, fluff, fingering, squirting, plz pretend gay marriages existed in 1990’s, mentions of children, overstimulation

A/N: the text makes a lot more sense if you listen to the music with it (It’s a really good song too) Also set in 1990’s because I think it’s cute so picture the early black widow Ohio home without the redroom :) (also ik I said I’d write longer fics now but I really thought this would be long and it wasn’t somehow)

Natasha rolled her shoulders against her hands tiredly after shutting the door behind her. She could only hope that the small three-year-old was able to sleep the night alone this time, not to further enhance the dark bags under the redhead’s eyes. A yawn left her lips, and she stumbled into the kitchen, setting the baby monitor down on the counter quietly as you sent her a quick smile, your hands wiping dry the last dish with a small rag.

“All kids are officially in bed. Lena threw a small tantrum, Peter was exhausted, so he was quite easy, and Alexandria required only two books tonight. I would say it was a success.” You offered a light chuckle to your wife’s humorous entreaty, raising your hand as she gave a weak high five in response. You switched bedtimes every night so that one of you could get chores around the house done, and the other could get a few extra minutes with each child before sending them off to a slumber. After six years of having children, you have both been able to form efficient habits and rules that made different parts of your lives much easier - this being one of them.

“I’m very proud of you, baby.” You moved closer to her, your hands now taking place on her hips. “So bed early tonight or late wine discussions?” She raised a brow as if the answer was obvious, and you quickly raced to the secret wine cooler you both hid in your basement. When doing so, with a large bottle in hand, your eyes stopped on the box sitting perfectly in front of you, as if calling your name. The basement was full of many items held in the same cardboard material that you had to get rid of someday, which is why you both decided on hiding the cooler downstairs, where the children had no interest in going. The contrasted black sharpie read, “Wedding Day” with a crappy drawing of two rings tied together next to it - Natasha drew that. You smiled at the fond memory, setting down the bottle carefully and opening the dust-ridden box. Tears streamed the ringing of your eyes as you slowly viewed each item, your hands falling on the cassette tape that held your wedding song. The date was labeled on it along with the name, and when you heard your wife calling you from upstairs, you knew you couldn’t leave it behind.

“Look what I stumbled upon,” Natasha turned to eye the small item in your hand, squinting ever so slightly to get a better look.

“Hey, that’s- that’s our wedding song. I thought we took all our wedding stuff out of the basement already…” She gently took the cassette from you and brushed it off, eyeing it carefully. “Wow, ‘May 23rd, 1986 - Stand By Me.’ That feels like just yesterday, somehow.” She then set it down on the countertop next to the wine you carried up. When you met her eyes, they were full of adoration and love, and her hands went around your waist to hold you closely and bring you in for a gentle kiss. One that still gave you butterflies over a decade later.

“Shall we play it?”

“We shall.” Natasha’s hand reached for yours as the beat began to softly roll out of the machine, low enough to not wake the children. She gave you a quick spin, and you giggled as a result. Her hands then found their way to your hips as they swayed in rhythm.

“When the night, has come…and the land is dark,”

“And the moon, is the only night we’ll see.” You continued for her, cupping her cheeks as you did many years ago. “No, I won’t be afraid- oh, I won’t be afraid.” Natasha smiled in return, one hand coming to interlace with yours and be kept in the air as her forehead made contact with yours in a resting position.

“Just as long…as you stand, stand by me.” She finished. As the chorus echoed through the background, you both hummed in a low tone, your voices just above whispers. And as the second verse began, you could feel Natasha’s soft sigh of relief as she heard your voice once again.

“If the sky…that we look upon, should tumble and fall,”

“Or the mountains…should crumble to the sea. I won’t cry-“

“I won’t cry. No, I won’t shed a tear…just as long, as you stand…stand by me.” And this time, your voice was the last to be heard. Her lips came to rest against the back of your palm, which she still held in the air, repeating the act a few times as the look in her eyes resembled one from many years ago. Complete silence began to fill around the two of you as the echoes faded. The music came to an end, and there was nothing but comforting emptiness.

Her mouth then found yours, her hand softly cupping your cheek as she let out a gentle moan of desperation. Your body tilted backwards at just below of a right angle, and her tongue traced over your entrance as it parted, granting her access. Your feet found themselves shuffling back a few steps until your butt hit the edge of the dining room table. You both pulled apart, trying to grasp any bit of air you could so you could quickly return. Natasha moved the chair beside you that was pushed into the table, hoisting you up onto the furniture. You both shared a quiet giggle, your noses touching as she hummed in contentment before slowly dropping to her knees, her eyes remaining on you the entire time. Your pants came off in a slow tease, yet the whimper describing your need caused her to quicken.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have married you.” She kissed your thighs between sentences, causing your cheeks to darken. One hand then held them apart as the other rested on your waist, her thumb stroking gently on your skin. There was a comforting silence between you two as her lips pressed gentle pecks to the fabric covering the one place she needed to see.

“Natasha…” Brought your low voice in a raspy whisper, your fingers treading through her hair like gentle waves. She eased your panties aside and licked her lips, feeling a lustful moisture surround her inner cheeks. She quickly shared a glance with you before pressing her tongue against your clit. You shuddered with a craving, and she repeated herself multiple times before trailing down to your hole, where she collected your sinful drops. Her eyes closed shut as she hummed in satisfaction, feeling your body's reaction, even if it was nearly unnoticeable at times. She finally pulled away for a split moment, grasping the back of your neck in her hand and pulling you forward with little force.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Her lips then met yours as she sighed with gratitude, two of her fingers coming to replace her tongue’s previous position. “I always do.” Her knees lifted themselves as she stood over you, her eyes boring into yours before she rested your head on her chest. She shushed you quietly, almost like a mother consoling her young, crying baby, as her digits eased into your awaiting entrance.

“It’s okay, big stretch…there we go. You’re okay.” She whispered, beginning a slow rocking motion with her fingers and trailing her gaze to where they met your cunt. “Fuck- you’re still so tight, and I fucking love it.” Her crude words sent a shiver down your spine and caused a moan to escape your lips. It was loud, but it was gladly muffled by her shirt. She then chuckled, creating a stronger and faster pace.

“Don’t wake the kids up, alright? As much as I love hearing how desperate this pussy is for me, I don’t need them seeing their Mommy like this.” You nodded, stuffing your hand over your mouth as the sounds of your squelching juices now outshone your octaves.

“Nat, I- I think-”

“I know, I know. Whenever you’re ready, you just let it out for me, this is on your own accord.” She assured, feeling you practically pulse around her two digits. Her cock was much larger, and she adored the way you handled her despite your struggle with such smaller amounts. She had been conditioning it since she first met you and saw your shocked face when she revealed her length, but now you were well-adjusted to accepting everything she gave you.

Your eyes squeezed shut when you came around her, and you expected her fingers to slow to a halt but they didn’t. You whimpered quite loudly, your hooded eyes coming to meet hers as your body continued to spasm, your thighs shaking.

“I can’t…” You shook your head, gulping down the need to comply and say yes, to beg for what she’s giving you.

“Yes, you can. Don’t even think about it, just hold onto me and let me do all the thinking for you.” A tear streamed down your cheek while she added a third finger, allowing you time to accept the addition and wiping your tear with her free hand. Her thumb felt the wetness seep onto its skin while she cupped your chin, allowing you to kiss her passionately and in turn silence your moans. Your legs wrapped around her and pulled her even closer as she began to slowly thrust in and out of you, creating a steady rhythm that just wasn’t the same as before. You pulled away from her plump lips for a moment, your breath shaky.

“Faster- please, Nat, I need you to- to go faster.” A sly smirk found its way to her lips as she nodded before returning her mouth to yours, her fingers gliding against your walls quickly. There was a hidden force to it, one that caused your back to simultaneously arch into her as the rest of your body developed goosebumps. There was something about her in specific that made you this way, and while you never experienced this with anyone else, you knew no one would ever compare. When you began dating, she was only a few months older than you, and had been with two other women sexually, but you had been with zero, regardless of the gender. She worried that marrying you would someday make you wish you could’ve explored your options more, that you would’ve felt closed off from only ever having intercourse with her. But it was the opposite. You never once questioned what another human being could offer because you knew you had everything you’d ever need in front of you. And she had never felt so comfortable with another person, and even she knew she could never offer what she gives to you to anyone else.

And so as your tongues collided willingly, and her fingers continued at a steady pace, you allowed yourself to let go. You knew that even as she silenced your moans, your love for one another spoke in greater volumes. The woman only pulled back when oxygen became scarce, because she would kiss you even if she ran out, even if her last breath was spent doing so. She glanced down to her shirt splattered with your arousal and grinned.

“You must really like me, huh?” You rolled your eyes, panting quietly as you turned her body to the direction of the bathroom, knowing she would instantly sense what you were requesting. And as she came back with a towel, despite the cloth seeming to have no meaning to many, you smiled drowsily and kissed her cheek.

“I’m so glad I married you, Natasha Romanoff.” She returned your expression, taking your hand and kissing its back gently.

“And I am so glad I asked you to marry me, Y/N Romanoff.”

[thelastevilregal]

The day Emma and Regina would still not be able to answer any questions.

...

Another day in Storybrooke, another crisis that had to be cleaned up by none other than the Savior and the former Evil Queen.

"I did not see this one coming." Regina chewed at her lip, arms crossed as she stared down at the ground.

"Really? You didn't anticipate the Blue Fairy turning on us and using Jefferson's hat to banish us to another realm? I think you're the only one who didn't see that one coming. You going soft, Your Majesty?" Emma shot back, eyeing her incredulously.

Regina gave a dry, humorless chuckle. "I might be. I cried the other day while watching Spirit with Hope and Lucy."

"Oh please, Henry tells me you've always cried during horse movies," Emma replied, surveying the area around them. They were in a forest, of sorts. Trees shaped like human hearts twisted up from the cracked dirt, beating rhythmically and forebodingly. Roots sprouted like arteries from their base and leafless, vein-like branches stretched up towards a grey, barren sky. She could feel the thrumming through the ground, traveling up through the soles of her boots to her own heart, which fluttered anxiously at their predicament.

Regina seemed strangely composed and at ease, a telltale sign she was internally freaking out. "Is there anything Henrry doesn't tell you?" she asked, nonchalant.

The vault. That's what this place reminded Emma of. She used to get the same disturbed feeling whenever she'd go into Regin's vault, all those disembodied hearts pumping away tirelessly in their lockboxes. Regina had done her best to return each and every one to their rightful owner but after so much time and so many curses, a fraction of them had remained permanently and hopelessly severed from their host. As far as Emma was aware, Regina hadn't given up looking, or hating herself for being in possession of the stolen organs in the first place.

"Oh yeah, he loves embarrassing you." Emma gave a wry smile as Regina rolled her eyes, before turning to more pressing matters. "Where are we anyway?"

Regina looked around, seeming to note their surroundings for the first time since they landed here. "If I'm not mistaken, we're in the Love Realm."

Now it was Emma's turn to be surprised. "Really? But it's so creepy. I'd imagine a place called the 'Love Realm' to have more sunshine and rainbows and stuff."

Regina merely shrugged. "Love can be a twisted thing."

And didn't Emma know that to be the truth? Since reuniting with Henry all those years ago, she'd come to understand Love as being the most powerful force around, but she also knew anything powerful could be dangerous, could be a weapon in the wrong hands.

"Alright, so let's get out of here then." Emma reached for the hat that had flopped harmlessly to the ground after spitting them out.

"Not so fast," Regina cautioned, holding up her hand. "The only type of magic that works here is true love magic."

"Well lucky for both of us, I'm made of true love." Emma waggled her eyebrows and squatted next to the hat, giving it a twirl. It spun like a top, picking up speed, and sending sparks of magic flying, before fizzling out and folding limply in on itself.

"As I was saying, magic here requires two," and at this Regina held out two fingers for emphasis, "people who are in love working together."

Emma sank down the side of a tree, drawing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them in defeat. "So I guess we just sit here and wait for my parents to come rescue us."

Regina scoffed, "I don't know about you but I'd like to get out of here before Lucy goes off to college."

"Oh come on they're not that bad," Emma said, mentally recounting every time Snow and Charming had tried to save the day only to end up being the ones who needed to be saved. "Okay, maybe they are. Fine, what do you suggest?"

"I don't know." Regina gazed off into the distance forlornly.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, deliberating on what to do.

"Maybe we should kiss?"

"What?" Regina exclaimed, scandelized. "Emma, you're married."

"If it means us getting home safely, I dont think Hook will mind," Emma said, discussing her suggestion like it was a simple plan of action and not the Earth-shattering insinuation that it was.

"That," Regina spluttered over her words, "That's not what I meant. In order for that to work, we'd have to be in love. You already found your true love."

"Not every marriage is a happy one."

Regina knew this to be true better than anyone, and shivered at the memory of a lonely girl kept prisoner inside castle walls by a union she'd never wanted. "Are you saying you're not happy with Hook?"

Emma shrugged. "I'm saying I don't like how he always leaves his dirty socks around the house for me to pick up."

It wasn't not an answer but it wasn't an answer either.

Every word out of Emma's mouth had felt like a punch to the gut and Regina wanted nothing more than for her to drop it and shut up but she rambled on anyway, "Look I'm not saying we're... you know, in love or anything but I am saying we're..."

"...unique, maybe even special," Regina finished, echoing those precious words Emma had said to her all those years ago.

"Yeah, exactly!" Emma's face lit up. "Remember that last time with the hat? All I had to do was touch your shoulder and it worked."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Because of your savior magic, not because we have some special connection. And as we've already seen, your savior magic isn't going to help us here."

"We don't have a special connection? Really? Well I think that's bullshit because we have done things that no single magic user should be able to do. There's something about us that's magnetic, powerful," Emma retorted.

Regina's head spun. Unique, special, powerful, magnetic. How many other words did Emma have to describe their connection?

"Remember the trigger? You were supposed to die there but we defeated it. Together."

"...yeah..."

"Or that time we caused an eclipse on Never Land."

"Yes."

"What about when we defeated the Chernabog?"

"I suppose."

"Or that time I wished for another existence and you traveled to a whole other universe just to find me and wake me up and bring me back home."

"Okay, alright, I get it, we have a special connection," Regina waved her hand dismissively, "but that doesn't guarantee we can leave here."

"We won't know until we try." Emma gave her a lopsided grin.

"But what if it doesn't work?" Of course this all just seemed like a game to Emma but Regina didn't know if she could handle that possibility.

"But what if it does?" Emma's eyes sparkled mischievously and if Regina wasn't already painfully, hopelessly in love with Emma, she would have fallen for her right then and there.

"But what if it changes everything?" Regina stood stock still as Emma stood and approached her.

"Then we figure out how to deal with it. After we get home and save everyone." She brushed a strand of hair from Regina's face, cupping her cheek as she rubbed tender circles with her thumb. She waited a moment, giving Regina a chance to back away or protest.

When she did neither, Emma closed the gap between them, bringing her lips to Regina's. Electric, fiery energy exploded from them and, without even being touched, the hat leapt from its resting place and began to spin. Magic, in all colors of the visible spectrum danced around them and a beam of white light erupted from the hat as the portal home opened. Still, neither of them moved as Emma deepend the kiss, allowing her tongue to dart out and taste Regina. Regina was grateful for the deafening cacophony around them as she moaned shamelessly into the kiss.

The portal expanded, sucking them in and ripping them apart in the process. There was that terrible feeling of up being down and down being up as they were flung into another dimension and dumped unceremoniously on top of one another in the woods near Storybrooke.

Regina took a few moments longer to get her bearings, seeing as she had been the one to land on bottom as Emma sat up, apologizing profusely.

The first thing to come into focus was Emma's face, long hair all mussed, a perfect halo of light flooding through the trees and crowning her head. Regina gasped, and reached out, almost instinctively. Emma caught her hand and held it tightly in her own.

"...Emma?" Regina croaked, gazing up into bright, wet hazel eyes, alive with a vulnerability she'd never seen before.

The kiss hadn't been enough of a confirmation. She needed to know, needed Emma to say it out loud. "Emma, I have to ask you something."

"Emma! Emma!" There was the sound of crashing through the trees, followed by Hook stumbling from the underbrush. "Emma! I've been looking everywhere for you! Your parents said you were in trouble right before the fairies took them hostage. We have to go after them!"

Emma gave Regina's hand an apologetic squeeze. "We'll talk about it later. When nobody needs me."

"Talk about what?" Hook eyed them suspiciously as he pulled Emma from the ground. Emma tried to offer a hand to Regina but she refused it, pushing herself up on her own.

As soon as they were both standing, Hook pulled Emma into a kiss, one she dodged by turning her head. He regarded her with concern, holding her close to him. "What's wrong? Is there something I should know about?"

"No, nothing is wrong," Emma's lashes fluttered in that way they do when she is telling a lie. "I just wanna go rescue my parents."

Hook looked unconvinced, but nodded and the three of them set off in the same direction, with Regina lagging behind. Her thoughts were anywhere but on Snow and Charming.

When nobody needs me. The words echoed through Regina's head, settling like a pit in her stomach. Was there ever really a time when no one needed Emma? When no one needed saved by the Savior? Was there ever peace in their lives not being threatened by imminent disaster? She'd been so afraid of the possibilities, of the what ifs, of her entire world changing and being flipped upside down by love that she'd never considered what the future would look like if the love was there but was never allowed to changed anything at all.

Crack Fanfic Idea:

Short chapters that are called after a specific pattern. For example:

The day Emma and Regina...

But instead of clever ideas you use autofil and see what's going to happen that day. You probably need help with different algorithms, but I think it could be so fun and silly.

[toocooltoodorky]

this guy has to be spending hundreds on wigs. how many haircuts can one teenager possibly have?

(ft gary saying slurs)

[the-chaos-crew]

really had to squeeze my brain for some of these. I'm not a great doodler please please please lend me ideas

[cankersaurus]

I have to hide my true identity from my friends (Bully 2006 fan)

[phereshift]

it's important for ships to show signs of life [id: A simple sketch on a dark grey background of an empty spaceship corridor. The corridor walls are covered in a vibrant gold mural, with a star in the centre of the wall and wave-like spirals surrounding it. There are some painted words scattered across the door and equipment in the same shade of gold. The mural is the only spot of warmth in the otherwise cool interior. /end id]

[turtleplushi]

I need to stop drawing them my god

[linkedin-offficial]

a bit of an important announcement ‼️

since i have like 100× the followers on this blog than i do over on my main, im mentioning this here first!

i have commissions open, and im currently taking them! if you like and enjoy my art and could like to consider supporting me, check out my commissions info here!

or, if youd rather support me another way, i have a ca$happ ! anything is appreciated no matter what!!

and if you cant do either of those, a simple reblog would suffice!!! thank you for reading (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

waiting for marvel to take you up as their comic artist so that we can have amazing art with cherik official storyline

marvel hire me to draw professor x and magneto making out sloppy style for forty issues straight you will get a BAJILLION dollars i promise

[grape-souffle]

oh jeez— 83 what happened?? I hope whatever injury wasn't too awful, but the med kit is concerning.

Charley gonna patch him up?

He seems fine for a guy who got stabbed through the arm

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

i tried to draw M.J

it's as a like a fallen angel appearing from cigarrette smoke

featuring some type of smoke fish

M.J is 100% someone to get high only to see visions of xemsleves

Also daawwwww I really love the whole concept and your drawing of M.J💥 I just had to draw the idea myself ❤️

[raining-its-pouring]

Donation commissions for Palestine are open until 1/1/2025!

More info is in the tags, but send me a receipt of a Gofundme donation for at least $10 USD and I’ll draw your request. (https://gazafunds.com/ is a good place to look for campaigns!)

[zimt-deathnote]

I found this on Pinterest and my first thought was mello

Excellent, another wonderful addition to their shared wardrobe of unhinged T-Shirts ✨

[anonymouscheeses]

so…

about this human verse you got…

how does Al fit into all of this? Is that where Vaggie got the spell or is the gang she’s a part of also a monster hunter org?

This is Alastor's human design! I wanted him to give off a old money rich vibe. I didn't look up a reference for old money attire 😭 i jjst looked at some randim char from a show i watched that kinda gave off Alastor vibes. This may change but tbh I kinda like it the way it is. Altho one day I may change my mind <3 lore drops under cut!!

(Sorry if he doesn't look like Alastor, these human designs are mostly based on my redesigns so they look even MORE different than usual ill get better hopefulllyyyy)

Husk(left) is Vaggie/Valerie's dad in this au cuz I said so unfortunately. Sorry i dont make the rules! Husk is Salvadoran like Valerie cuz ofc, like he's 100% black but I wanted him to be Valerie's dad soo I was like.... yeah win sum lose sum. But dw I have SO much black characters on the way. It's kind of terrifying!!

Alastor tries to be like a dad to Valerie but she resents him. Her mom died to a sickness, and Valerie has no room in her for another parent figure in her life except Husk.

Also, Al is gay aroace, so when he fell in love with Husk he was SO surprised likeee how??? He was his first love ever and Al just loves him dearly despite never loving anyone ever before. He's still a girls girl ofc but brutha is gay u can't tell me otherwise 😍

Charlie gave him the headband with the antlers that she cheaply made herself. Alastor loves them genuinely. (If Alastor cares abt Valerie or Charlie is purely up to viewer, but if you want to see him care for orr like be toxic to them send a request fr fr imma draw that shi 😍🙏). Alastor is the only one who knows that Charlie is a demon because he's the one that taught Valerie how to summon a demon(YOU'RE SPOT ON. HOW??).

(Also I forgor the stripes. Sorry I was so sleepy drawing this you can probably telll.😭)

Alastor is still a cannibal, his husband and step daughter just doesn't know it yet, and NO he will probably never tell them unless forced to or he feels like he can. This man is the friend the smiley bro 😭

I'll maybe soon draw what happened between Valerie, Lute, and Adam during the fight, since ALOT happened. But it may be a bit before I get to that

Alastor taught the kids young how to summon demons the WRONG way. Because obviously he didn't want literal immature kids to end the world completely. The trio spent years finding ways to summon just one demon. Adam did it to create chaos, Lute just followed, and Valerie just loved having fun with her friends.

Now that they aren't childhood best friends. And that whole fight happened. Valerie doesn't know what to do. Alastor suggests she gets a bodyguard from hell, any demon at all(Demons are devoted to you as long as you keep a part of your deal with them or you break the contract of summoning one). Aaaaand that's how Charlie came to be summoned! Valerie got her eye stabbed out, Alastor was being silly and taught his kid how to summon a demon, Valerie was like "aight ig", then summoned her future wife.

(WILL ALSO ONE DAY DRAW THE FIRST TIME CHARLIE AND VALERIE MET.... ONE DAY....)

Fun fact: Alastor has a radio station of his own that he plays 1920's music in. Although most people would rather NOT listen to old times music, somehow he makes it work that people always listen to his radio. Maybe a deal with a demon of some sorts...? Perhaps... :>

[dakilasmagiclimo]

can nugget do a cosplay?

Absolutely! I wasn't quite sure what Nugget could cosplay for a while, but I ended up settling on something that's been on my mind and that I thought would be cool!

Yeees, an ENA cosplay! Nugget does think the low poly lady is silly and that her outfit is nice. Carla's just happy he's having fun and enjoying himself.

[ribbononline]

Hiiii! Do u do yumeship comms? /lh /gen question Love ur art!!

Tysm!! I feel bad I havent uploaded much lately haha- Ive been drawing a ton but Ive been experimenting a lot so im sitting on a thousand unfinished wips www. I WILL finish some of them soon though

As for yumeshipping- that's shipping a canon character with an OC or a self insert, right? :] If so yeah that's totally cool!

Go smooch ur favs to ur hearts desires we don't judge