#marvel x black!fem!reader

[infernalodie]

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

“𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴“

Inspo: Shawn Mendes - Piece Of You

Pairing: Jennifer Walters x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Jennifer didn’t like it when people look at you for too long.

Warnings: Smut with absolutely no plot. Brat taming and strap-on

Words 1142

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Jennifer had a feeling bringing you to this work party had been a mistake. It wasn’t your fault, of course, it was just how she got when it came to, well, you.

You were a beautiful young reporter that worked, sadly, at the Daily Bugel. Unlike Jonah, you tried your best to keep things as factual and real as possible. So, with Spider-Man, you actively wrote pieces that defended the masked vigilante, unlike your boss. You were a woman that knew what you wanted and that may have been the reason why Jennifer had been mesmerized by you.

So, the second you walked into the room, everyone’s eyes were on you. Not only just because you were a rather famous official in New York, but because the red dress you wore hugged your figure beautifully. Insinuating each curve that Jennifer wanted to grab at and squeeze.

But Jennifer had to endure the men who placed their hands on your waist in greetings. Feeling her anger grow more and more everyone touched you. They knew you belonged to her, but they sadly had gone dumb the moment your beautiful and alluring figure appeared in their gaze. It’s like your mere presence was enough to control the minds of everyone in the general radius.

And Jennifer hated the way she got when it came to her obsessive nature over you. She was shamelessly addicted to you and knew she was the lucky one that got you. But what didn’t help was your encouragement for it because it simply turned you on. Sure, seeing you grinning in glee when she picked you up, anger flowing through her bones as she could think of all the possessive things she was going to do to you later, turned her on as well.

But this, this just hurt. She had fallen into your grasp years ago and it felt like you were pulling her in tighter and tighter until she was on her knees for you. Which was how it usually got when she was jealous that your attention was solely on her.

It seemed you knew this because when your eyes caught hers, you smirked and continued your conversation with one of the other journalists there. Jennifer had to let out controlled breathing, not wanting to ruin her dress by Hulking out. What she could focus on was what she had planned for you when the both of you got back to your guys’ apartment.

“Jenn- Wait! I-It’s too much!” You cried nail’s diggings into the top of the lawyer’s hands that held your waist. Your body was held up to meet the giant strap that ripped you apart from the stretch and length that the woman had forced inside of you.

Her thrusts were unrelenting as she growled in annoyance from your complaining. “You’ve been a brat, sweety. Only right I put you in your place. Now, be quiet and take my cock.”

She used your body as a toy, viewed to be her own amusement and pleasure. Something to release her anger out on as she fucked you. The harder she went, the harder it got for you to breathe or think. And the harder you cried, the more forceful Jennifer was with you.

Her hulking figure standing over you, muscles clenched as her tied-up hair swayed with each pound. Sweat glistened off her abs from the amount of anger and frustration she had been putting into disciplining you. Baby hairs sticking to her forehead as she sighed softly, head tilting at the sight of your curved back, ass up in the air. The tips of her fingers were able to feel the bulge of her strap on your stomach. A beautiful feeling knowing that she was teaching you the lesson you deserved.

Slamming her hips flush with yours, Jennifer carefully carried you over to the bed. Falling forward with her body keeping you pressed to the bed as her hips began to thrust erratically into you. A moan fell from your lips as she grunted with each movement.

“Such a beautiful toy for me to play with,” she growled into your ear. “Maybe we should do this more often, baby.”

“I-I’m sorry!” You cried. “I fucked up. Just, p-please go slower.”

Your pathetic pleads fell on deaf ears as Jennifer sits up, placing one of her hands between your shoulder blades to keep you down. Her other hand grabbed at your ass, squeezing softly at the plump flesh. Biting her bottom lip as she tilted her head, examining the way it reverberated with the ruthless pound of her hips.

As always, she was mesmerized by your body.

Slowing her thrusts, she heard you gasp for air. Giving you the bliss of fake cock sliding deep inside of you. Walls unresponsive to squeezing around you just from the abuse she had caused. But the feeling of being filled to the brim was mindblowing to you. Your eyes roll back with a moan slipping past the small crack of your lips.

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” Jennifer’s deep voice tickled the shell of your ear as you moaned from the perfect roll of her hips. Hitting the sensitive spot in you, but something was missing.

“You, Jenn- Fuck! I’ll only ever belong to you, babe.” Hearing that was enough for Jennifer to hook her hand around your waist and rub at your clit. The pure electrifying feeling it sent through your body put you in a mindless state. That and her thrusts that sped up just enough to a pleasurable rate, you were done for.

And Jennifer enjoyed the sight of your body writhing beneath her. Choked moans fell from your lips as you took the large green cock with ease. “Yes!” You cried, climax slamming against you in waves your body twitched as you swallowed each inch of Jennifer’s cock. You soaked up each gentle rub of her calloused fingers to your clit. It was blissful until one of your hands was reaching back and pushing against her pelvis.

Getting the hint, Jennifer began to pull out. Hearing you whine and whimper at the loss of fulfilment as the large cock finally was pulled from your destroyed pussy. She took the strap off and carefully lifted your tired body up and laid you on the bed. Tucking you in and sliding in next to you.

Her arms wrapped protectively around you with her face stuffed in your messy hair. “Are you gonna behave from now on?” She inquired softly.

A shaky laugh fell from your lips as your hand cupped her sex. Sliding your fingers through her drenched folds and bringing the digits to your lips. Jennifer watched as you sucked on them eagerly and hummed before pulling them out with a pop.

“As long as I get to have my dinner, baby.”

[rxmqnova]

Y/N: *sneaking in through her window*

Natasha: *turning in her chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Y/N: I was with Wanda?

Wanda: *turning in her chair* Wanna try again?

[heejayy]

Dear black readers,

Don’t be afraid to write that fanfic . Regardless of the film, celebrity, book, show, character, sexuality, genre, or whether you think it's good or not write it! There isn't nearly enough fan fiction for us to appreciate or relate to as it is. We’re just as important as any other reader and if the fandom claims that the character would never be interested in a black person, and?! How the hell they know? There's a reason it’s called fan fiction... Don't be ashamed to write it because you fear nobody will read it, they will. It's important, in my opinion, that black readers be able to visualize themselves in the book. So write the story! 🫶🏾

- Ary 💜

[ilovesnat]

You: *Mindlessly flirting with Nat*

Nat: *Actually flirts back*

You:

Nat:

Nat: You're not gonna say anything?

You, panicking: I don't know, I didn't think I'd get this far.

[seduzist]

sugar mommy! tasha x fem! reader.

cw. implied age gap, objectification, degradation, somno (dubcon), dumbification, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics, kinda dark! natasha, minors dni.

sugar mommy! natasha who wakes up w/ a call from work and gets so frustrated w/ her coworker that as soon as she ends the call she goes to eat you out to relieve her stress, doesn’t matter if you’re sleeping, all that matters it’s that your body is hers to use whatever she feels like it. when you wake up all confused about what’s happening down there she’ll just say “it’s okay baby, mommy just needs to use you a little okay? be good and maybe i can buy you that pretty necklace you wanted afterwards, hm?”

sugar mommy! natasha who will carefully choose your outfit for every event she’s taking you to show you off like her trophy, the type that says “just look pretty and don’t talk much” cause she thinks you’re such a bimbo who doesn’t even know how to interact with such wealthy and intellectual people, and you do just like she says and keep quiet while she talks to her friends of how’s the business going.

sugar mommy! natasha who watches you touch yourself for her, she likes to tell you exactly what to do and when you stop or go faster and harder, she likes to appreciate how much control she has over you and how you obediently do whatever she tells you even if it means you’re not coming after edges yourself for hours just for her to see and call you a good girl - maybe she even buys you a new channel set if you’re good.

sugar mommy! natasha who loves to degrade and say mean things to you; “you’re such a whore, i can see the way you look at the shining things, you want all of it, don’t you? you want expensive clothes and jewelry, you want a life you couldn’t have and you would open your legs and slut yourself out for anybody who’s willing to buy you that in exchange to play with this little body, hm? you think that’s very smart honey, but you’re such a dumb bimbo who would have a very miserable life if wasn’t for this perfect tits and pussy.”

sugar mommy! natasha who’s always objectifying you, if you’re sitting on her lap while talking she’s groping your body, if you try to get romantic with her she’ll laugh and just tell you to undress, if you’re in her house or on vacation with her you’re not allowed to wear panties for easy access and if you in any moment try to tell her that you’re not just a piece of meat you’ll hear a loud laugh and will be punished for that.

[marigoldenblooms]

Drunken Confessions - Drabble

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff  x Agent!Reader

Prompt: You never called on her for anything, always staying at a distance from  Natasha. She was starting to think you hated her, that your lingering glances and continual avoidance was because you didn’t want to know her. That changes when you call her drunk off your ass at 1 am. 

MINORS DNI - 18+

Tags: Drunkenness, slight drunken confessions, mentions of harassment, Reader calls Natasha “Natty,” Natasha calls reader “Agent,” Natasha has a motorcycle, fluff, hurt/comfort.

A/N: Had this one in my word counter for a while, and thought I’d finish it up! Quick little doozy, wanted a break from all the smut totally wholesome drafts I have going (although none of my work is not 18+ even without smut content! Once again, Minors DNI!) Biker women own my heart (I’d love to do a proper Biker!AU if anyone’s got any ideas!) Asks/requests are open! Director!N x Actor!R x Actor!W is coming soon... >:))

Word Count: 777 - Read Length: 2 minutes, 50 seconds. Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners!

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It had been a while since you’d been out drinking, and even longer since you asked for Natasha’s help. You were acquaintances, perhaps even coworkers, but she thought it stopped there. You always avoided her- you were a beautiful stranger, lost in the night. And even still, when she heard her phone buzz with your ringtone this late, she picked up without a second thought.

“Agent?” She’d question, brow furrowing as she’d sit up, slinging her arm across her knee. She could hear the sound of cars around you, though from your heavy, stumbling footfalls you weren’t in one. You were drunk. 

“Natty..-“ you’d keen and she’d blush, wiping the sleep from her face as Natasha tried to ignore the sweetness in your tone, and the nickname on your lips- never used for her. She wished it came out of your sober mouth. You’d stop walking and she’d hear you huff, stuck in an alleyway you didn’t recognize. “I think I’m..-lost, I’m lost, fuck-“ 

“And I’m awake,” she’d respond, voice gravelly and thick, but focused as she’d pull on clothes, and you heard the rustle. Your voice would drop into a secretive whisper, still too loud to be actually effective, “Natty, Natty- are you…naked-??” 

“No,” Natasha would be grabbing her motorcycle keys and jacket now, slung loose over one shoulder before you heard the sound of her door, and seconds later the ignition of some vehicle. “I’m coming to get you, Agent. Gimme a landmark-“ 

“There’s a Mc…a Burger King, next to me, mm-“ Your mumble about being hungry was lost on her as Natasha’s tires would squeal across the road, its emptiness allowing her to climb speed quickly. Her voice was closer now, spoken through her helmet’s microphone, “Stay put, I’m on my way.” 

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“He was… was callin’ me ugly-“ you slur, a blush alighting your cheeks. You’d hiccup, earning a chuckle from Natasha’s focused expression on the road. She’d picked you up minutes ago, careful to drive slower with your arms slung sloppily around her waist. You’d been telling her something about a rude man at the bar, disgruntled by your refusal to ‘go home to his smelly apartment,’ as your mocking voice had put it, “On the inside, and- and the…..outside, mhm!”

Natasha would chuckle again, expecting the insult to roll off your drunken facade, but instead your shoulders shook against her back. Slowing to a crawl on the side of the road, she’d look back to see your face looking crumbled- gleaming with tears. You hiccup again and Natasha turned off the bike, trying to soothe you with an awkward hand around you. She’d pull your side against hers, helmet in the crook of her other elbow as she’d whisper to you, “Hey, hey Agent, it’s alright, shhh..” Natasha’s hand would’ve risen to your cheek, prickling goosebumps down your spine as her thumb would wipe your tears away. Your fingers would’ve risen to hers, taking her palm gently before placing a kiss on it. She’d shift her hand away and you’d meet her gaze- her mouth was open, and your eyes darted down to it. “Natty..” your eyebrows would furrow, pouting as she’d escape your touch, “Why won’t you kiss me, Natty?”

“Because you’re drunk,” She’d roll her shoulders and you’d watch with wonder as her muscles moved beneath thin fabric, Natasha’s coat now on you. You’d have to pick your jaw off the road once you were done. Her words would almost startle you, “And you don’t know what you’re doing, Agent. Why did you call me?” 

“I..” You’d begin, yet your words left you as soon as you started them. You could never think when she was around- distance was necessary for professionalism. You hoped liquid confidence would be enough to bridge the gap, and ask the attractive redhead for coffee tomorrow. You overdid it. You forgot what she even asked, “But I want- want you. Don’t you want me?” 

Your declaration made her smile, and you decided then that you wanted her to do that again. Needed her to. Natasha shook her head, and she thanked your drunken stupor for you not noticing the blush on her face. She’d turn around, donning her helmet again- her voice muffled now, “You’re drunk, Agent. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, alright?”

“Mhmm..” You’d settle, pulling yourself against her back. “So warm..” you’d murmur, crooning into her shoulder. You’d hear the woman snicker, before the bike underneath you thrummed to life. Maybe if that conversation went well, your thoughts sluggishly considered- she’d teach you how to ride it. If Natasha’s playful snicker at your words was any indication, your chance was pretty high.

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[sapphosclosefriend]

- Money, Power, Glory pt 2 -

Pairing: CEO! Silverfox! Natasha Romanoff x Escort! Fem! Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: your first time at the Romanoff household starts off more than well. Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: top! Natasha x bottom! R, Natasha has a penis, big age gap (N=56, R=24), very brief drinking (N), making out, SMUT, dry humping, face riding, 69ing, tit fucking, brief cum eating (R).

A/N: this story contains smut so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI. Sorry for the longest wait ever, chapter 3 should be basically ready to go, so I'll dedicate myself to writing the Christmas special in the meantime! Thanks so much to @supercorpdanbeau and @rt--link for being so amazing 💕 As usual, likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! Enjoy ♡

Masterlist

You tried so hard to keep your wandering eyes from selfishly focusing on her hands as she poured herself a glass of whiskey by the small corner bar in her living room, but you just couldn't help but appreciate the beautiful sight in front of you. You could see the tension in her casual standing as she finished making herself a drink, before walking over to the couch and sitting down next to you, too far away for your bodies to touch but close enough to suggest her intent to make it happen. You couldn't keep your lips from slightly curling up at her eyes, behind the glass of expensive liquor, constantly moving, not as sneakily as she thought, to the small snippet of thighs that was being revealed by your dress naturally riding up a bit thanks to your crossed legs.

She thought she was going to be stronger than that, stronger than most, yet there she was, with a tent already starting to form in her pants at the sight of a beautiful young woman all dressed up for her, sitting on her couch only waiting to be taken by her. She felt like a hormonal teenager at the thought of how easily you had started to affect her. She wasn't exactly a playboy, but she'd seen and been with her fair share of women in her life, yet the simple sight of you, sitting while turned towards her, showing off your legs and hips and chest, only made her mouth drier the more she drank. She had downed her glass in one go by the time her eyes were able to leave your body and, in the brief seconds that seemed to have lasted hours, she had been able to explore every inch of you she could have laid her gaze on, leaving her only wanting for more.

“Would you like to talk for a bit?”

Your words, spoken so casually in contrast to her almost spiraling thoughts, pulled her eyes to your face. You were smiling politely, yet sincerely, at her. You almost felt bad for putting an end to the amusing sight of her getting herself more and more flustered, but you selfishly needed to, if not to know more about her, at least to get started as soon as possible. You were hoping that your poker face was good enough to only display your faux calmness and hide the turmoil of emotions you were feeling at being face to face with her, so close you would’ve been able to feel her touch if only you moved your leg one small bit.

“Do you usually do that?”

She tried to regain what composure she had left by trying to engage in the casual chatting you had initiated as she leaned to put down her empty glass on the coffee table. You had declined her polite offer for a drink of your own, but started to regret your decision at her husky voice and the sight of her sharp jawline and lean neck getting exposed as she moved to settle down the expensive glass, making you feel your cheeks getting slightly warmer and your heartbeat faster for a second.

“It's not necessary, it's just to let you know that we can, if you want. And yes, apparently, a little ramble can help destress just as much”

By the time you had finished speaking, a smirk was gracing her lips, making her appearance seem much closer to the usual confident one you had always seen in her pictures and wiping away almost all traces of the small, brief panic you had just gotten a glimpse of.

“So they treat you like a therapist”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at the exact same words uttered by multiple of your friends in the past. She was right, though. Surprisingly enough, one of the main skills you absolutely needed to have, and that your agent couldn’t stop reminding you of at first, was that of listening. Keeping updated on the news, always reading and being able to hold a proper conversation were definitely important, but never as critical as always being willing to listen for as long as needed and to indulge in any issue presented. It didn’t matter how much you didn’t care or what pieces of shits were talking to you, their problems were the greatest ones in the world and the only ones a simple girl like you could’ve ever had on her mind. Or at least that’s what they needed to believe.

“Sometimes. I guess that they like therapy with a little more kick at the end of the session”

You tried to be just a little more playful, hoping to get her to relax and feel like she could open up in case she wanted to. Her brief chuckle warmed your heart at its unrestrained nature and made it impossible for you to keep yourself from ogling at her as she swiftly ran her hand through her gray hair to get it back out of her face after she had briefly lost her composure. Her attention was back on your face as she found you beaming at her with your lower lip caught in your teeth to try, in vain, to hold back a big smile that threatened to come out at her beauty. A strange mix of sweet hunger, so tender it almost weirded her out, started to come to the surface as her eyes locked with your young and almost innocent ones, as alluring as the most dangerous siren's. If she had to be honest, she kind of felt like an asshole for wanting to jump right into the more intimate part of the night, overlooking your kind offer to let her vent, but got reassured once she finally noticed your slightly quickened breathing and fingers fidgeting with your dress as you leaned towards her a little bit.

“It’s been a pretty rough week. Thank you for coming”

She tried to acknowledge your availability while she was still in full control of her own mind, because now she knew that, as soon as she would have gotten a taste of you, she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself anymore.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m happy to be here if it means I can help you out”

You tried so hard to keep your voice from trembling too pathetically and ignore her darkening eyes boring into you, but the heavenly sight in front of you, and the slight straining in her pants, only made your cheeks grow warmer at the excitement you tried to contain that made you feel like a foolish schoolgirl.

“What can I do, Ms Romanoff?”

Her jaw clenched as your hand gently fell on a way too safe spot on her thigh, right above her knee, miles away from where you both truly wanted it to get.

“You can call me Natasha”

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from your lips, slightly apart, a sign of your collected stance starting to crumble, that only called her more intensely as you wet them before unconsciously biting your lower one as anticipation ate you up more and more, making your hand slightly tighten on her thigh.

“What do you want me to do, Natasha?”

This time, as you almost whispered the words, your weak gaze succumbed to the seduction of her lips as she slowly inched closer to you, hoping to get rid of the space cruelly dividing you two and finally get lost in the pleasure she so desperately wanted to reach. In that moment she felt as if she needed nothing more than the feeling of your lips on hers, even though she knew that as soon as her favor would have been granted she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from trying to get more and more of you. She had almost reached her final destination, her gates to heaven, when you suddenly turned your head a little bit, making her lips land on the corner of your mouth. She couldn’t stop a deep grumble from coming to the surface, but barely had the time to feel the initial frustration of being denied what she wanted, before you hand moved in the direction of her center, still way too far away for her liking, but close enough for the warmth of your skin through the fabric on her to make her twitch in her pants, and your lips started gently kissing her neck, leaving her even more in need of some relief, if that was even possible. Her panting in your ear as your hand moved closer and closer to where she needed it the most made goosebumps grow on your arms and you couldn’t stop a muffled whimper in her neck when she grasped your waist with one hand, touching you for the first time. You wanted, no, needed to feel her, but, for the sake of teasing her some more, you swiftly skipped her crotch to sneak your hand under her sweater and touch her bare stomach, pathetically mewling against her throat at the way her hand moved under your ass to pull you even closer to her, making you almost sit in her lap. You were both a panting mess and, after some wiggling and squirming from her trying to keep herself from ripping your dress with her bare hands, you ended up fully on top of her, straddling her lap while still on your knees, resisting her hands on your hips trying to make you properly sit on her clothed erection. It was only once she finally gave up and ended up moving downward to bunch your dress over your hips and grab your ass that you finally fully sat down on her, letting her feel your covered center on her.

“Fuck!”

Her voice and the buck of her hips into you sent a strong shiver through your whole body and a pang of arousal in your lower stomach. Leaning your forehead against hers, you looked deep into her eyes as you grounded your hips into her hard on, starting with a low rhythm that easily got the older woman panting and desperately grabbing your hips to try to make your movements quicken. The rough surface of her boxers and your underwear did wonders at heightening the pleasure you both already felt and in no time you could feel the fabric against yourself dampening up from your arousal, thanks to the way her covered cock perfectly hit your clit.

The sudden movement of her arms, slithering around your torso to keep you from moving away, and her hips thrusting more and more up into you, made you take pity on her and you finally started gradually speeding up your movements. The moan she let out once you grounded harder into her took your breath away and got a louder one out of you at the hard grasp of her hands on your waist, making you lose track of the speed of your own hips, seemingly moving on their own accord to only make you both feel as good as possible. The older woman found herself enamored at the sinful sight of the black fabric of your underwear glistening a bit under the warm light of her living room and creating a small damp patch on her pants. For a second she couldn’t help but find herself wondering if your displays of pure bliss were genuine or if she was witnessing a thoroughly curated act you used with all of your clients, but she decided to trust you and the whiny moans coming from deep within you and solidly planted her feet on the ground to easily thrust up into you and meet your movements.

The almost animalistic way in which you were dry humping each other was making you lose your mind, even more so at the other woman cursing under her breath and the sudden slap she landed on your ass, making you moan loudly as your head fell back, exposing your neck to her and making it hard for her to respect your no marking rule and latch onto the soft skin she suddenly needed to taste. Natasha completely lost her composure at the sight of your face, a perfect display of pure ecstasy, and you hips erratically moving to take your own pleasure from her and got a hold of your hips in a way that definitely must’ve hurt a bit, but maybe not as much as she thought, according to your breathless moan at the action, to press you even harder on her, getting herself impossibly close to her orgasm.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum”

She was looking at your center moving over her clothed cock once her panting words got your attention to her face and, finally wanting to indulge her initial wish you still hadn’t granted her, you moved one of your hands from her shoulders to the nape of her neck, getting her attention back on you, and leaned in, stopping for a second and only a breath away, before finally pressing your lips on hers, making her moan in the kiss at finally being able to taste you, even if only for a moment. The hard orgasm hit her so hard she had to move away to lean her head back, closing her eyes at the high levels of ecstasy you made her reach, and grunt loudly every time her hips thrusted up hard into you on their own accord while shooting string after string of cum into her own underwear. The sinfully beautiful sight of her face as she came and the veins of her neck, more defined than ever, sent a painful twinge of arousal to your core as you moved more and more slowly over her as she came down from her orgasm, stopping only once she hissed at her sensitive cock meeting your center with one final thrust of hers.

“Holy shit”

Her head was still leaning back on the edge of the couch and her eyes were still closed as she murmured the words, but she opened them once you pressed one last kiss to her lips, looking more inviting than necessary as she breathed through them while she caught her breath. For a second she found herself lost in the sight of your exposed lower half, clad only by a black thong that barely covered your core and traces of clear slick on the inside of your thighs. Your chest was about to spill out of your dress as you heaved, your hair was a bit messier than earlier and your hands were still tightly gripping her shoulders for dear life and that’s when she realized, after her post orgasm haziness started disappearing, that you hadn’t cum yet.

One of her hands finally left its death grip on your hips, leaving behind a delicious ache on your skin, as she reached for your face to swipe her thumb over your warm cheek before gently cradling it and leaning in to peck your lips, waiting for your approval of her action and receiving it at the slight drag of your tongue over her lower one. As soon as she opened her mouth you were on her, kissing her with all your might and threading your fingers through her glorious hair to make sure to keep her as close as possible. You were still on edge from the high levels of arousal still pumping intensely through you and, as they blurred your mind, also thanks to her tongue easily dominating yours, they prevented you from registering her movements, which you noticed only by the time she had positioned you just how she wanted.

You ended up straddling her, as she now lay down on the couch, while you still made out like your life depended on it and your hips unconsciously tried to find some relief by slowly moving over her lower abdomen. She soon ceased your movements, though, and gently started pushing you from the back of your thighs until you had wiggled closer and closer to her face. Standing on your knees while hovering over her torso, the sight of her lips, swollen by the intense kissing and almost curled into a small smirk, and her hands gently caressing your thighs almost made them buckle at the imminent moment. For a second, all the hints of playfulness were gone from her eyes and got replaced by hard seriousness, as she nodded once at you and waited for your own nod of approval, that tried unsuccessfully to hide your enthusiasm and need, before smiling softly at you. It's only once she had made sure that you were fine with her wish that she slithered down a bit until you were right by her neck, close enough for her to smell the arousal that you couldn't contain anymore. You were driving her insane and, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her pants from her previous orgasm and her still semi hard cock, she slowly started moving her hands over your body, over your thighs, your ass, your back, until she was swiftly moving your soaked underwear to the side, moaning at the sight of your exposed pussy and the fabric briefly sticking to it because of your wetness. You looked like a dream to her, looking down at her with pure anticipation as you tried to keep your breathing at bay, and all she needed in that moment was only to see you crumble just for her.

Her hands finally got back to the apex of your thigh and, after taking a secure hold on both of them, she gave one small push to make you lower yourself on her. She knew what you wanted and she wanted it too, all of it immediately, but the smooth skin of your inner thighs, still glistening, did nothing but made you look like an absolute goddess to her, and who was she to deprive you of the adequate worship you deserved? Once her lips left a small peck on your soft skin, still close enough to your center to make your hips buckle a little and your breathing hitch, the older woman's hunger got the best of her and, while still trying to control herself enough to unfortunately leave no trace of herself behind, she got lost in the plumpness of your inner thighs. She would've gladly spent hours kissing and very lightly scraping her teeth over the velvety skin if it meant hearing you yelp over and over as you tried to keep yourself upright.

Your mind was foggy and all you needed to clear it was her mouth just a bit higher. You knew at least a part of her was trying to get you to your breaking point, but she thankfully stopped her cruel actions once your hand suddenly flew to her hair to try to keep yourself standing, getting her attention to your closed eyes and shaky breathing. Natasha wished she could've said that the reason behind her stopping her torturous teasing was to indulge you in the pleasure you deserved, but the truth was that the selfish need to see you broken because of her was way too intense for her to keep herself back any longer.

The moment her lips left your skin you felt some sort of relief at being able to properly breath once again, but almost missed her teasing once she immediately dove into your pussy, drawing a breathy moan out of you before you could contain yourself.

“Fuck, you taste good”

Natasha couldn't help herself from briefly overlooking your pleasure to randomly explore your core as she pleased, getting hungrier each time she discovered a new spot that got your thighs trembling over her. She was the thirstiest woman on the planet and you were the most gratifying oasis she could've asked to encounter. For the first time in your career, you felt embarrassed of the extreme pleasure you were feeling and its unrestrained displays you could barely contain, but the swift movements of her tongue and lips, clear sign of someone who knew very well what they were doing, were getting you way too close to your peak in such a short period of time. By the time she gave some mercy to your clit and moved downwards to enter your aching hole with her tongue, her nose bumped right on your sensitive bean, making it impossible for you to stop your hips from slightly moving over her face to heighten the heavenly feeling. You tried to keep your loud moans at bay by biting down on your index finger, but foolishly defeated yourself by looking down at the older woman, finding her hooded eyes already on you, as she moaned against your folds and tightened her hold on your thighs at the sight of your watery, desperate eyes, drawing a loud whine deep from you.

You wanted more, you needed more, so you suddenly lifted yourself off of her, ignoring her frustrated grunt, to turn around and place yourself back over her lips before immediately starting to unbutton her pants, hearing her sighing and cursing to herself at the prospect of your touch directly on her. Her sticky boxers were an absolute mess, and you tried to ignore her mouthwatering cum on them to get her cock fully free from the fabric. The woman under you, resuming her mission to make you cum, finally got your attention away from her length standing proud in front of you. You tried to distract yourself from your impending peak by finally wrapping your hand around her and licking the clear precum oozing out of the head of her cock, feeling her moaning right against you at the small bits of stimulation you were giving her. You truly realized you had been lazily sucking her head for quite a bit, your mind completely taken over by her perfect ministrations between your legs, only once her hands tightened their hold on your thighs so much you were sure there was definitely going to be at least some bruising the next day, and she couldn’t hold back her groans anymore, shooting such delicious sparkles of pleasure through you thanks to the vibrations of her voice on your core. You wished you could have pleased her in a much better way with your mouth, selfishly wanting to feel her in your throat as well, but the orgasm that was seconds away from crashing down on you finally made it impossible for you to hold back your moans, making your composure crumble once and for all and finally gracing her ears with such heavenly sounds that quickly got her equally close even without your touch on her anymore. You finally snapped for the first time of the night with her tongue on your clit and her hands almost ripping your expensive, flimsy underwear in half as she tightly held it to pull you even more flush against her mouth, so desperate to taste your heavenly essence she would’ve almost felt embarrassed for it if she was in any way in her right mind.

Your legs were shaky and, anytime you thought you had finally caught your breath, the sight of her hard cock in front of your face, right on the brink of another orgasm, made the air get caught in your throat all over again at its sight gracing your no longer fogged up eyes, now able to properly appreciate it. You had to be the one to stop Natasha, still lazily tasting as much of you as she could, and lift yourself off of her, muffling an almost whiny sound of frustration of hers with a quick kiss, which you deepened as you grabbed the neck of her sweater to make her move to a sitting position. One of her hands immediately moved to your chest and finally indulged herself, groping your boob a bit more firmly the more you hummed in the kiss at the beautiful sensation of being wanted by her. Feeling her trying to pull you in more and more to make you sit back in her lap, right over her thigh, you unfortunately had to break the perfect kiss.

“I wanna make you cum”

Your sweet voice and pretty eyes as you mumbled the words while looking up at her made her twitch at the mere thought of her cum possibly painting your skin and you could almost see the thoughts quickly racing behind her eyes as she decided where exactly she wanted to do it. Your pretty face admittedly looked just too inviting for it, the thought having graced her mind only moments after you greeted her at the door, but her thoughts couldn’t stop from going back to the sinful sight of your cleavage so perfectly on display for her yet still way too covered for her liking. Without uttering a word she reached for your back to slowly pull down the small zipper while leaving pecks over the top of your chest and collarbone, slowing her moving hand every time you shakily gasped in order to never stop hearing the beautiful noises you made that went straight to her cock each time.

“I wanna fuck these tits”

Her words, spoken more to herself than to you, only drove you more insane for her and clouded your mind as she pushed you to lie on the couch, leaning over you between your legs as she hurriedly pulled your dress down and took off your bra. She left the dress below your torso, not bothering to slip the now useless fabric fully off of you, and leaving it bunched at your waist to expose your chest and core to her. She wouldn't have had the chance to do it even if she wanted to, as her cock bumped with your naked center every time she moved while hungrily kissing your boobs. Your hand on her head as she sucked your nipple got her attention to your beautiful face as you looked at her with hooded eyes while biting your lip. That was it, she couldn't keep herself back anymore, she needed to cum and she needed to do it all over you right then and there.

Your heart skipped a beat as she moved over you to straddle your torso and took your breath away at her beauty as she loomed over you and let her spit fall on her cock before pumping it. You couldn't help but stare in awe at the lewd action, making her hum at you staring at her lips with your mouth open.

“Now that's interesting”

Your slightly embarrassed look at her new discovery only amused her even more and, gently holding your chin, she managed to haze your already obedient mind even more as she spoke once again.

“Open up”

You immediately opened your mouth and pushed your tongue out a little, waiting with closed eyes to be graced by the goddess on top of you, but felt slight disappointment when her hand ended up leaving your face and she chuckled through her nose.

“Maybe later”

Damn her. You shot your eyes open at her words and you couldn't help but pout slightly, before reluctantly nodding obediently at her, secretly savoring the “good girl” coming from her perfect lips. You couldn't even fathom the power the older woman already had over you and could only lay limp to let her position her cock between your boobs before grabbing each one and pressing them on either side of her own length. The moment her hips began to move and she threw her head back with a loud moan your breath was knocked away from you and you were left to stare in awe at her beautiful face taken over by pleasure and the sight of her cock moving on your chest, looking way too delicious to ignore. She knew she was barely going to last seconds, but she felt no embarrassment as her mind was completely taken over by ecstasy. Seeing your tongue out, waiting for the head of her cock every time she thrusted forward, almost got her to her breaking point and your eyes meeting hers, beaming at her as she took her own pleasure from your body, finally made her reach her peak. As soon as her orgasm suddenly hit her she quickly pumped her cock with her hand to finally shoot her cum all over your tits, groaning as you intently kept looking at her as she breathlessly moaned each time more of the white fluid hit your skin.

She felt almost shocked by just how hard she came, certainly the hardest in a very long time, but barely had the time to recover at all before the sight of you scooping some of her cum from your boob with your fingers and sucking them clean with a languid moan left her speechless.

It was going to be a long long night…and hopefully the beginning of an even longer acquaintance.

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Part 3

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Tags: @fxckmiup @natashasilverfox @dmenby3100 @marvels--slut @dvrkhcld @elenimoris @mrsrushman @mrsromanoff @thalia-is-not-ok @alianovnasposts @clintsupremacy @taliiiaasteria @meowymari @lissaaaa145 @natashaswife4125 @olsenmyolsen @angrywhisperslove @aemilia19

[waltermis]

Staring

Natasha *without looking up from her mission reports*: You’re staring

Y/N: You’re beautiful

Natasha: *blushes hard*

[romanovthinkver]

⚠️ we need to protect scarlett ⚠️

apparently it got out that scarlett has been stalked by a freak guy from LA since august 2022. the man thinks he’s scarlett’s second child real father. he knows where she lives and she left at her house letters and other items. scarlett and her lawyer asked the court a restrictive order, but they didn’t gave to her.

report and block the guy on his socials profiles and be mindful of putting specific locations of scarlett’s next events, he stalks related fan profiles and fanpages to get as much information to reach her.

im gonna link some useful posts of scarlett’s fanpage about this news and who to report.

article link

main profile of the men other profiles of him and others

what happened to scarlett pt 2 pt 3

be mindful you guys, let’s team up to protect scarlett as much as we can. spread the word and let’s take action to report this man. stay safe out there.

🚨VERY IMPORTANT UPDATE 🚨

scarlett’s publicist is asking fans for HELP. apparently everyone is so worried for this guy and this is getting too serious. people are telling he is now in NEW YORK, so we better move up. he changes his plates, phone numbers, accounts, location and everything to not be found by the police. we have to report him immediately as it’s too much dangerous. please let’s be united to make sure scarlett and her family are safe.

in case you are in new york and see him call the police immediately.

if you see something suspicious on the internet please contact the twitter user “keeping up with scarlett” as she is directly in contact with scarlett publicist, if can’t tell me and i report to the twt account.

keep blocking and report his profiles on every social. (twt, instagram, facebook, tumblr, tik tok etc.)

please he follows her on insta so we can start there to track him down, scarlett deserves better than this. he is currently in the hamptons following his last update.

scarlett’s publicist words.

the man last update.

his tumblr account.

[dontsearchformyaccount]

Nat: you want a peanut butter sandwich ?

Y/n: i can't, i am allergic:/

*later that day *

Y/n: in fact ,i am not allergic to peanuts, but i would rather die ,than telling Natasha that peanuts taste like dirth. I do love watching her eat .She looks adorable.

[viixenvi]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is your bodyguard. Recently hired to be by your side everywhere you go. Your father, the president, deemed her the perfect bodyguard for you. Apparently, she's known for getting her job done and has never once had an incident. You make it your mission to be unbearable so she can back off and you can have fun. Until one day, you get too frustrated and Natasha can't help but be there for you.

Characters: Bodyguard!Natasha x First daughter!fem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, nicknames (Милая=darling), cuddling, kissing, reader being overly sexual (in the beginning)

A/N: First daughter x bodyguard is something I've been wanting to write!! As always forgive me for any mistakes this was not proofread!

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

You sit on the counter of the kitchen. The white house has many places you love, but the kitchen might just be your favorite. You lick the spoon as you look at Natasha. She is standing across from you by the door. There are two other agents outside the room.

Natasha watches you intently, her eyes on your lips. She doesn't hide her hard stare. Natasha was professional, but you made it extra hard. You made it your mission to break her. You hoped if you did it then your father would lessen the security he had with you constantly.

"This is so good, you want some?" You pull the spoon out of your mouth and extend your hand toward Natasha. She just shakes her head and averts her gaze.

You sigh and jump off the counter, making sure she can see your boobs bounce when your feet hit the cold floor. Natasha follows behind you, keeping a slight distance.

All you can hear is her footsteps behind you as you walk toward your bedroom. There are two guards stationed across the hall either way. Natasha stops and takes her post in front of your bedroom. You giggle to yourself as You realize you have the perfect plan for her to crack.

When you get into your bedroom, you rush to the closet and pull off your shirt. Your pink bra and shorts are all you have on now. You reach to unclip your bra but purposefully pretend you can't reach it.

"Natasha!" You call out, she comes into the room with her hand at her belt where her gun is. When she sees you she immediately looks around to not look at your body.

"Yes, Y/n?" She questions. You turn and point to your bra clip.

"Can you help, I'm stuck," You whine slightly, hoping it's believable. Natasha walks to you slowly, you can feel her eyes burning into the skin on your back.

She had never seen you undressed before. Sure she's seen her fair share of your scandalous clothes, but never anything like this.

Her warm breath hits your neck as her fingers graze your back. You can feel a shiver go down your spine. She quickly unhooks your bra and turns around to give you privacy.

"Thanks, Natasha," You say in a whisper, you throw the bra to her feet and pull your shorts off slowly. You know she can see you through the mirror on her right.

Natasha takes a deep breath and tries to look away, but she can't stop from trying to see every inch of your skin. She was a professional, but you made it so damn hard for it to stay that way.

"If there is nothing else Y/n?" Natasha's voice is low. She goes to walk away but your hands on her arm make her stop.

"Help me pick out pajamas," you stop yourself from moving your hands any lower. You didn't really realize it, but at some point, this dumb mission stopped being pretend.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry if I'm out of line, but this is extremely unprofessional and I must say no to your request." Natasha's tone makes you step back.

"Oh. Sorry. You can go." You turn around and grab your robe off the couch. Natasha walks out of the room and shuts the door behind her. You stand in front of the mirror and look down at the bra sitting on the floor.

You didn't like the way you listened to her. Natasha had to go, it didn't matter what she felt. Right?

You sigh and walk to your bed, pulling the covers up and slipping under them. You open your laptop and put on a random video. You weren't even watching it, you just needed some background sound.

You pulled out your makeup, you had a person to do it but you had been practicing. Eyeliner was the one thing you couldn't get right. Your hands always shook and it was hard to get it right.

You held the liquid eyeliner pencil in your hand and got close to the mirror you used to do your eyebrows. The tip of the pencil was slightly dried out from all the times you used it. You press down and it messes up the line, making it chunky and messy. You wipe it off and keep trying.

After your sixth attempt, you finally get frustrated enough to throw the eyeliner pencil across the room. You let out a frustrated groan before you hear the door opening.

Natasha is standing at the door, looking down at the eyeliner and then back at you. You are crying a little from not being able to get it right and you know the eyeliner on your face is messy and streaking down your cheeks.

"Get out! Why do you never leave me the fuck alone?" You shout at Natasha. She doesn't deserve it but you need someone to get your frustrations out on.

Natasha raises her eyebrow and picks up the pencil off the floor. She shuts the door behind her and locks it, which you don't notice. You turn your head away from the direction she's coming from. You feel embarrassed she has to see you like this but that doesn't stop you from crying.

These tears weren't just from not being able to do eyeliner. You were frustrated because you realized that somewhere along the way, you caught feelings for Natasha. Everything you did may have just made her want to leave and that was not what you wanted anymore.

Natasha stands next to you, one hand reaching for your chin and moving your head to face her. You can't help but look up at her through your lashes. There is a smile on her face and she takes a seat on your vanity's stool.

You look at her face, she is stunningly beautiful and her red hair makes it better.

"What's wrong Милая?" she asks as she grabs a makeup wipe and holds your chin so you don't move. (darling)

"Nothing," you whisper while she wipes the eyeliner off. You feel her warm breaths again and you love it. Her hands are so soft and you hate the way you can't stop looking at her lips.

You had spent weeks trying to get her to quit and now you sat here wishing she'd never leave.

"It had to have been something, no?"

"I'm sorry." You look down, pulling away from her grasp on your chin. You can't let her touch you like this if you want her to stay.

"Sorry? about what?" Natasha looks at you, confused.

"I've been making your time here as bad as possible just so you could quit and Dad would let me have less security," you explain. Natasha smiles as if she finds it amusing.

"I know," is all she says as she gets up and starts to walk away. You get up and grab her wrist. She turns around and looks at you.

"What do you mean you knew? How di-" You are cut off by Natasha pushing her lips onto yours. You didn't move for a few seconds, afraid if you did then this would all be a dream.

Then her hands are on your waist, pulling you closer and you finally kiss her back. Her lips were as soft as you had thought and that same shiver went down your spine again.

Natasha pulls away first, letting you get air. You stand there frozen for a moment. Natasha had kissed you and you kissed her back.

"God, I've been waiting to do that since I got here," Natasha shrugs, chuckling a bit at your reaction. Her hands find their way to your waist again as she spins you and sits on the bed. She pulls you onto her lap and you feel your face start to go red.

"Natasha, what about your job?" You question, suddenly remembering that she works for your father.

"I don't care about my job, as long as I can finally have you." Natasha kisses your lips then your cheek and then your neck. You push her away playfully and she lays you on your bed. You close your laptop and Natasha climbs in rich next to you.

You yawn and look at the time on your alarm clock. It's way past the time you'd normally go to bed and Natasha knew that.

"Go to sleep Милая, I'll stay here till you do." She wraps her arms around you, the blanket over the both of you. You close your eyes and move your head closer to her chest. She smells so good and you inhale the scent as you relax in her arms.

"Goodnight Милая," Natasha whispers in your ear, her left hand running through your hair to make you sleep faster.

[infernalodie]

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Meg Myers - Desire

Pairing: Succubus!Natasha Romanoff x Buff!Black!Fem!reader

Summary: You had heard stories of Natasha since you were a little girl. Growing a fascination for the Succubus queen and you were willing to get your hands on the ethereal creature at all costs.

Warnings: Slight description of gore. Mention of dub!con, smut, fingering, choking kink, slight degradation kink, sub!Natasha, and Dom!reader.

Words 3342

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

War was a commitment most weren’t prepared to sacrifice their lives for. Only the strongest and bravest could consider themselves warriors. All they needed was a fearless leader willing to do anything to see the success they were going to bleed and risk everything for.

You’d seen many loved ones fall in the name of their lords. Fighting wars that did not concern them in the slightest. Perhaps some part of you knew that even as a child, the sight of bodies lining the streets of cities wouldn’t be your last. And it perhaps had solidified when King Barnes banished you from the city you had been born in and had helped in all your 26 years of living. He kicked you out like a piece of worthless waste.

That same city, the place you once called home burned and the streets were drowning in the blood of the innocent. Yet you found no sympathy for the unfortunate today. They did nothing but stand by and watch you be removed from your home and forced to live out in the wild like an animal. But only doing that had made you into an animal - a wolf looking for its meal. Its throne. This had been expected for years and it was only now you had decided to make your move. Had they forgotten about the warning you had headed to their king?

King Barnes had been a coward and as ruthless as you. It only felt like fate for his death to be by your sword. With his head to be removed from his body and placed on the highest peak in the city. Body to be hung in the city square where crows would eat on his corpse as the pathetic trash people knew him to be. He had been in no way fit to lead an army or a city. Power is only given to the ones that are willing to lower themselves to pick it up. And that man had been given everything he’d ever wanted on a silver platter.

But today… Today was the dawn of a new age. New beginnings with old ones dying out with Barnes.

“My Queen.” The monotone voice, muffled by the thick metals of armour covering his face gathered your attention. But not enough to make you look away at the city that burned from your throne room. “We have gathered all remaining survivors of the assault. Most have surrendered, but wish to have your ear.”

“And the rest?” You questioned, turning your head just enough for General Rhodes to see you. The flames below lightened your caramel skin, showing the dangerous black in your eyes.

The General pulled his sword from its sheath and stabbed it into the ground. Kneeling with his head bowed as you approached him. “I had them killed, my Lord,” he stated with a gruffness in his voice. “They spoke ill of your father. Anger took hold of my bones and I acted on rage.”

You inhaled deeply, hand resting on the hilt of your sword with your eyes shutting. It felt like a millennia before you exhaled softly with your other hand being placed on his metal shoulder. The dirt and dry blood stuck to your gloved palms as you shook your head. “You served with my father, Rhodes. Your anger is just as justified as mine is. I’m sure if he was here now, he would already be shoving wine into your hands, thanking you for your limitless loyalty to him.”

“As does it reach to you, my Lord,” Rhodes replied. “Whatever you wish for my punishment of insolence, I will gladly accept it with open arms.”

A groan fell from your lips, grabbing the man by his chest plate and forcing him to his feet. Beyond the slits in the helmet, you could see his eyes wide in surprise from your abrupt actions. Yet, his features were only made more apparent by you pulling his helmet off and revealing his grizzled beard and the scar lining the side of his face.

“Do me a favour and get the hell out of here. Celebrate with our men from the victory. Feast! Drink!” You exclaimed with an encouraging smile. “Do that for me and it’ll make up for your deed.”

The man nodded, offering a small smile before he sheathed his sword and marched from the throne room. But when you were going to turn away, you spotted one of your soldiers, Danvers carefully watching Rhodes exit the room. You were a woman, you could see the signs of the intentions from a person. So much so that it had rooted out the startings of rebellions in your own troops. Able to protect your strongest men from the snakes.

So, when you saw Rhodes leave, with Danvers starting to follow close behind, you spoke. “Danvers, stay! I would like to speak to you in private.”

She froze as your guards understood to leave. Shutting the doors behind them with a loud bang that echoed throughout the hall. The glass above allows the moonlight to shine through and create shadows along the floor. But still, you see Danvers stand at the end of the carpet that led to your throne, where you collapsed in with a sigh.

“Approach.”

Danvers sighed, turning and walking towards you in quick and methodical strides. Each movement is calculated by you with weary and suspicious eyes. Picking apart each shift of her body, able to spot the nerves she was experiencing. From the way her body struggled to carry the armour strapped to her body to the rolling of her shoulders in an attempt to shake off whatever she was feeling at that particular moment.

You could see it all.

Stopping at the steps that led up to your throne, Danvers did the same as Rhodes by taking a knee at your feet. Head bowed and ears awaiting whatever words you wished to plant within her mind.

“What has got your mind puzzled, Captain?” You murmured, carefully taking off your gloves.

“Nothing, my Lord,” she replied. “I am just tired from the battling. I could sleep a hundred days and still not be refreshed.”

A soft chuckle tumbled from your lips as you slapped the gloves down onto the wooden armrest. “That is something we both agree on.” You sighed, looking down at one of your most trusted knights. Danvers had been there since you formed your rebel group. She was the third acting command of your army behind Rhodes and you. Still, she showed endless loyalty to you and that much you were grateful for.

“What do you think of our success today?” You mused curiously. “Do you think we could have done anything differently?”

There was something in your voice that the Captain couldn’t distinguish. A hint of amusement or mockery, neither she could confirm without getting a look at your face. But she brushed it off, keeping her head down and eyes focused on the floor.

“I- I do not know, my Lord.”

You hummed, clicking your tongue as you stood to your feet and began to undo the buckles of your sheath. It was there that Danvers felt oddly hyper-aware of her surroundings around her. Her anxiety slowly increased as she saw just barely the leather straps be tossed to her side.

“That is quite odd, Captain. Because I specifically remember you fighting with me about something.” You carried yourself with ease as your loud boots thudded against the cement steps. There was no lie in the fact that your stature and hulking figure gave you the extra weight that transformed into the defined muscles that riddled your body. You were an intimidating woman that could strike fear in the bravest men to face you.

You walked around her in circles, ruining her sense of knowledge of where you were. “Can you remind me?” There and then, you saw the woman freeze. You held your sheathed sword in one hand, grabbing the handle with your other and pulling it free.

Pressing the sword to the woman’s throat, you gently used the side of the blade to tap the underside of the woman’s helmet. “Take that off, gorgeous.”

With shaky hands, the knight grabbed the helmet and pulled the piece of metal off her head, placing it down with a loud clang. Still, you saw the beautiful blonde woman’s face and long hair. But you were no fool.

“Take off your mask, sweetheart.” Your lips curled into a large grin. “You could be beautiful.”

Those familiar blue eyes stared up at you fearfully. Searching your expression, hoping you might’ve been joking and not have caught on. But when you only pressed the tip of your sword to her throat, her hopes died out.

It only took a moment, but you watched as Danvers’ body morphed, skin and bone restructuring to the true identity of who posed as your captain. Those crimson orbs staring up at you with the long luscious red hair resting upon the silver armour strapped to her body. That smirk of yours only widened as you lowered your weapon, crouching down in front of her with a smile. “Why isn’t it, Natasha.”

You had heard stories of the succubus since you were a child. How she and like the rest of her kind, prayed on men. Having said men fuck them that would lead to their death. But Natasha had been infamous in the stories told. Such as her long red hair that you had heard could hypnotize a man without fault. Or the way she used her words and how her touch could control the body that she wished to claim for extra power.

She was just as beautiful as you had suspected her to be. You had run into many Succubi in your time. Many you have killed and many you have kept for toys. They had all told you about their dear sister like she was a God. Describing her to the very small details like the small scar on the edge of her jaw. A perfect picture they all painted of the creature, but nothing did it justice now. It almost made you regret ever sparing them their lives after you had your fun with them.

But now, she looked like any other human or animal that is under the grasp of a predator. Fearful for their lives, which made you think that she must know of you. It wouldn’t come as a surprise since you left an impression on her kind in the small-time you kept them under your roof in a dark cold corner where the sun only became a far distant memory. And truthfully, you already had the same ideas appearing in your head with this woman.

Natasha’s crimson eyes stared up at you. Full of fear as you tilted your head in fascination. Your eyes carefully run up and down her body. You were calculative in each piece of her that you took in.

“I must say-” Your hand softly grasped her jaw, turning her head and scanning every little detail. Hoping to find or see something new about the woman that you hadn’t been told. “-you are quite a beautiful creature, aren’t you? None of your sisters could do you any justice.”

“Are you going to kill me?” The whimpered question fell from her lips with a shaky exhale as you had her look back up at you. Barely able to get a breath out before she moaned at the sensation of you grabbing at one of her horns. Her face heated up in shame as you forcefully yanked her towards you. The armour she wore caused clinking to sound out through the hall.

“Well, there are worst things than death,” you stated. “I am sure your sisters have already told you all about that, huh?”

There was utter amusement in the question you handed to her. She knew of the stories. Of the pleasurable nightmare, you had brought to Yelena, Maximoff, Hill, and far too many others. Every single one of them had the same experience and always said you asked about her before you let them go. Which only created a far more dreadful feeling in Natasha’s stomach as she wondered what you might have planned for her.

“Y-Yes,” she shakily answered. “You take them, lock them up like dogs, and use them. All they get to know is the pleasure you give them.”

You couldn’t contain the laugh that fell from your lips as you shrugged with pursed lips. “You make it sound like a gift more than a punishment.” You squinted at the Succubus with a flash of curiosity. “Do you know why that is?”

She shook her head, biting her bottom lip as your thumb softly brushed across the bone extension of her. A shuddering breath fell from her lips as you closed in. Face getting close enough to hers that she could feel your warm breath on her lips. Fanning her face blissfully allowed her to think that she was under the warm sun instead of the unknown fate her decisions had led her to.

“The reason is quite simple actually, darling.” You forced her to look up at you. Her eyes flickered open, finding the lust swimming in your alluring eyes as you smiled. “It's because I fuck them so good that they start to regret ever existing. I make them realize how women can fuck them better than any man could.” Tilting your head, tongue pressing to your top left canine. A sight that left Natasha’s core (that was already soaked) gushed with arousal. “Do you want to feel what your sisters felt, Rose?”

Something about the nickname shook Natasha as she shakily stared up at you. Her sisters told her all about how skillful and alluring you were with not just your words, but the simple glances you had sent their way. They all couldn’t explain how you knew of their identities or how you could easily wrap them around your finger.

What she knew was that when each of them came back, they were changed. Their bodies are never able to be satisfied by any man, so they left their home to find a woman to satisfy the hunger they had. So, perhaps, your words did hold some truth other than your clear intentions to bed her.

But whatever small amount of dignity or pride Natasha had left, she saw this as her final chance to use it. So, snatching one of her horns from your grasp, which you found extremely amusing, she looked up at you defiantly. “Are you going to kill me or not?”

You raised a brow at the challenging look you had gotten. A tiny chuckle came from you as suddenly grasped her by the throat. It caused Natasha to yelp with her hands grabbing ahold of your wrist and whimpering. You didn’t use any pressure, but just enough that allowed her to recognize you were capable of killing her with your bare hands.

“That depends, Natasha,” you growled. “Where is my Captain?”

Natasha’s body shook from the pounding of your fingers inside her cavern. Endless cries of pleasure tumbled from her lips. Her back ached from the wooden throne you had placed her in and stripped her clean from all your dead Captain’s armour. Leaving her bare and ashamed of her glistening folds that were a result of you.

Her eyes were rolled back into her head, body shaking under the countless orgasms you had put her through. Yet, she couldn’t get enough of it. She might’ve been considered the strongest Succubus, but she fell apart just as easily as the rest of her sisters.

“The All-Mighty Natasha.” You mocked, grunting from the strain in your arm. “I can’t tell if I am disappointed or glad you gave up so easily.”

She could only respond with choked whines and moans as your large fingers stretched her out unbelievably. So much so that she thought that if you pushed in a fourth, she just might burst. But she was so full of ecstasy, your fourth digit was sound like heaven right about now.

You couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful creature, sat whimpering and withering on your throne. Her long red locks and crimson tail stood out from her pale skin that had a fresh sheen of sweat covering it. She was a sight to behold. And with the additions of jewels on the head of the throne, this was scene was deserving of a painting to be made in this woman’s honour.

The cracking and snapping of wood could be heard from the throne. This only put things into perspective for Natasha who now realized how hard your fingers were slamming into her. Your calloused thumb rubbed harsh circles on her aching clit. You were fucking her with purpose. That purpose she was still unknown about. But had the smallest guess of what it could be.

But that didn’t matter when your three fingers curled inside of her. Pressing against her velvety walls that squeeze your digits into a vice. Yet, it did nothing to stop you from continuing to fuck her ruthlessly. Treat her like some pathetic piece of trash like you had done with Barnes and the rest of her kind.

Her throat was growing hoarse from the cries falling from her lips. The tears streaming down her face and her flushed cheeks did nothing to stop you from continuing your assault. In fact, it only made you go harder to spite her from taking one of your comrades. And from the way her sharp fingernails were digging into your flesh, drawing blood, you could tell she was reaching another precipice.

Leaning down, your lips ghosted over hers in pants. “Gonna cum for me again, darling?” You inquired, lips curling in amusement when you saw the Succubus frantically nod with babbling words falling from her red lips. “Such a needy slut, aren’t you? Makes the wait I’ve put up with much more worth it.”

Natasha was then left to wonder if all this time, you had been simply fascinated by her. Possibly even aroused by her existence. Maybe you even felt something for her. But that was up for mere speculation and at the back of her mind as she felt her legs tense up with her climax.

Just like the past four, her entire soul left her body for a period of time. A breathtaking sensation ran throughout her body that left her tingling with glee. Euphoria leaving her grinning dumbly with her eyes rolled back and legs shaking on either side of you. No man has gifted her with such a feeling.

And when she finally started to come down, that familiar ache was noticeable again with your fingers slowly thrusting into her. Eyes reaching up to find one of your hands holding her smooth legs. Placing delicate kisses from her ankle down to her knee. The sensation was enough to leave her wanting more as she shifted in the uncomfortable throne with a mewl. Lips forming an almost drunken smile as you chuckled softly at the sight of the woman. She understood what her sisters meant now and understood why they left. No man would ever be capable to bring the pleasure you give them.

“Is that all you got, Y/n The Barbaric Queen?”

The new title made a grin appear on your lips as you stared at the creature in awe. Bracing your hands on the armrests and your shadow engulfing the Succubus completely. For Natasha, this alone was the most dominating and sexy sight she had ever seen. Just from the darkness in your eyes, clouded with lust, she wanted more of what you were willing to give to her.

“I have many things planned for you, darling.” You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth and kissing the edge of her jaw. “The world is not prepared for us.”

[rxmqnova]

Natasha: Love is a weakness and an evolutionary mistake.

Wanda: You are literally making a Valentine's card for Y/N.

Natasha, pointing her hot glue gun towards Wanda: You're on thin fucking ice, Maximoff!

[badingsm]

*pre-relationship moments*

y/n, frowning: i feel sick.

nat: okay, what do you feel? i'll go get some medicine in the-

y/n, sobbing: i feel like having a sugar mommy! i want a sugar mommy so bad that it makes me cry like this!

nat, sighing: y/n, we've talked about your mommy issues..

y/n, sniffling: do you think hela or clea or agatha would agree to be my-

nat, glaring: shut up, i'll be your sugar mommy. i am your sugar mommy.

y/n, smiling: okay!

[ilovesnat]

*You and Nat are cuddling on the couch while a blanket is all over her*

Nat, with blanket over her and her head: I want cuddles (with a baby voice).

*Avengers watching*

You: What?

Nat: I said I want cuddles.

You: What do you want?

Nat: I. want. cuddles.

You: You want what?

Nat, pulling off the blanket over her head, seeing the team is around: I said I want- I wanna watch tv. *Pulls away from you and stops being a baby*

You: Sure

Clint: Didn't know you have that in you.

Nat: Shut up.

[naturesapphic]

Hey could you write a fanfiction with Nat x Reader who's very clingy. So one day one of the others Avengers comment Readers behavior and Reader gets very insecure and trys to stop clingyng on Nat.

So basically Fluff/Angst

Hope you like the idea at least a bit

Have a nice day!

Insecurities

Natasha romanoff x clingy!fem!reader

Warnings: some members of the team being mean, angry nat, hurt/comfort, cussing

You have been very distant from Natasha lately and she wonders why. She didn’t say or do anything wrong did she? She hoped she didn’t and even if she did, she would hope that you would come to her so y’all can work through it. Natasha was fixing her a peanut butter sandwhich when you came into the kitchen and saw her. You gave her a small smile and she gave you a bigger one.

“Hey sweetheart. I’ve missed you. Would you like to train with me? I was waiting and hoping you would join me.” She said hopefully and before you could answer snickering was heard which caused you to look behind you. Tony and Steve were standing there looking at you with judge filled eyes that made you uncomfortable. “Oh look! There’s Natasha’s clingy ass girlfriend! I bet she even follows nat to the bathroom to watch her use it!” Tony snickered as Steve laughed loudly, as they didn’t know Natasha was in the same room as them.

Tears filled your eyes as you brushed past your girlfriend and ran off into your room. Natasha felt herself lose it as she rounds the corner and see the two men she considered as friends still laughing but their faces turn pale as they see who’s in front of them. “O-oh hey nat…” Steve squeaked out as he tried to act innocent. Natasha went behind her back and pulled out two of her batons and shoved them against the wall with the deadly weapons against their throat.

“You hurt my girlfriend and made her cry. Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.” She said lowly as she looked at them with killer eyes. “I-it was just a joke!” Steve sputtered out as he struggles against Natasha’s hold. “A fucking joke is supposed to be funny. My girlfriend crying and feeling bad about herself is NOT funny you fucking dick heads.” She growled and didn’t appreciate what they said so she turned on her batons which shocked both men.

They got electrocuted by the batons and fell to the floor on their faces which made Natasha smirk. She left them on the floor as they twitch every now and then and went to go after you. She found you in your room sitting on your bed with your head in your hands. She shut the door and immediately sat beside you on your bed and took you into her arms. “No matter what they have said to you, I love when you are clingy to me babygirl.” Natasha reassured you as you nodded your head slowly.

“They keep making comments and making fun of me everytime you aren’t around…they always tell me how clingy and annoying I was and that soon you will see it too and leave me..” you sniffled as Natasha feels her heart break. “Oh dove…I could never hate how clingy you are to me and you never ever annoy me…you never could…” she reassured you and you smiled up at her. “And don’t worry about the boys…I’m plotting their deaths now and they won’t ever be mean to you again. Not as long as you are my girl.” She said with a smile as she kisses you softly on your lips which you immediately recuperated.

No matter what anyone has said or will say. Natasha loves when you are clingy and you will never annoy her for as long as you are alive.

A/n: I hope this is what you wanted anon and I hope you enjoyed it along with everyone else! Requests are still opened for all my characters and remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)