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Natasha: All of your existences are confusing.
The Team: How so?
Natasha: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.
Thinking about this parallel because I recently rewatched X-Men Origins: Wolverine and I couldn't help but think about the scene from Black Widow.
I know the movies have nothing to do with each other - just thought it was an interesting detail, although possibly not intentional.
Logan: It was real for me.
Kayla: It was real for me, too.
Yelena: It was real to me. You are my mother.
Natasha: It was real to me, too.
i read your dog tags fic and i have always thought the whole dog tags thing is hot but you think you could do one w natasha? an au where she was a soldier or wte and just a different plot or something idc i just think it’d be so hot for natasha
i don't really know about soldier type stuff so i did it as though she got the dog tags from working at shield - hope that's okay anyway :)
original dog tags fic with carol danvers is here
quiet
natasha romanoff x reader
warnings - smut; daddy kink, thigh riding, necklace as a gag, top!natasha, kinda sex in a public place, i think that's it
word count - 1149
The mission today had been emotionally exhausting for you considering your history with Hydra, having to go back to the base you’d been imprisoned in until just a few years ago. It had gone well though, nobody was injured, you just felt a little down.
You sighed as you slumped into the seat beside Natasha, instantly seeking comfort by resting your head on her shoulder, she kissed your head as you nuzzled into her neck readying for the long flight back.
“You okay, princess?” She murmured against you, feeling the shrug you gave her in response, trailing her fingers over your back down to your hip. “Want me to make you feel better?”
You hummed against her neck pressing a kiss to the skin beneath her ear, “Please daddy, make me feel good.” You mumbled beside her ear with a pout, she choked back a groan at the back of her throat at the words, digging her fingers into your hip to pull you up with her.
Neither of you paid any mind to the others, not caring of any funny looks you may have been receiving as she pulled you towards a secluded area of the quinjet out of sight; she pushed your back against a wall peppering kisses over your face, melding her lips with yours eagerly.
She held you by your waist as she kissed along your jaw, grazing her teeth over your skin as you held her close to your body, desperately clinging to her as though she could float away. Your needy hands wandered, fiddling with the zip of her tactical suit and tugging it down letting your hands brush over the soft skin of her chest, the glistening silver metal of her dog tags she’s worn since she joined Shield dangling against her, resting in the valley of her breasts.
She held the back of your head when you kissed across the skin, sucking at the flesh of her breasts that spilled out of the top of her bra, letting you revel in the taste of her skin - wanting anything to help you feel better. She yanked you back by your hair with a hiss at an overly eager bite to her skin, a dark mark no doubt being left behind.
You pouted to her innocently with your lips swollen red, mischievous smirk tugging at your mouth when she looked at you with a glare, eyes darkened and lustful. She pulled the zip of your suit, yanking the material down your body exposing your bra clad torso, closing the space between you with her lips attacking your neck. She slipped her hand beneath your bra, roughly pinching your nipple between her thumb and finger with a twist only tugging on it more at the sound of a whimper falling from your lips.
“So pretty baby, falling apart under my touch like this already. You’re desperate, hm?” She rasped, her lips brushing over the shell of your ear.
“Mhm, just wanna feel good. Make me forget, daddy - please.” You pleaded, goosebumps raising over your skin when she scratched her nails down your body pushing your suit further past your hips.
“Focus on me, princess. By the end of the night you’ll know nothing but my name.”
Your hips bucked up into hers involuntarily at the way she growled out her words before crashing her lips to yours, frenzied and eager kisses as she danced her fingers beneath the hem of your underwear, teasingly stroking over your clit.
“I need you, Natty, please.” You whined out in frustration, feeling her smirk against your chest as she slid her fingers through your wet slit, plunging two fingers into you without a warning. You gasped out at the contact, her digits immediately curling inside you, brushing against your g-spot and the heel of her palm perfectly positioned over your clit.
You put all of your focus into trying to be quiet, trying to be consumed only by the way Natasha pumped her fingers into you with a sublime rhythm and her lips kissed over your neck but the added pang of arousal from the grunt she let out beside your ear made it impossible to swallow the moan at the back of your throat. She’d positioned herself over your thigh, grinding on your leg in a way that had her suit rubbing against her clit magnificently.
She stilled all movement to look at you with green eyes glazed over with arousal, “Quiet, baby - can’t have the others hearing all your pretty sounds.” She murmured, bringing the pendant of her dog tags to your lips. “Open.” She instructed, shoving the metal past your lips watching as you latched your lips around it with a suck. “Good girl, baby, stay quiet for daddy.”
The metal was cold against your tongue, clicking under your teeth as you bit into it to quell the feeble whimpers begging to tumble past your lips. Your nails dug into her shoulder blades as her fingers pulled you closer and closer to your climax and your face grew hot at the way you could hear her fingers pushing into you; she could feel how wet you were, how close you were, slowing her movements agonisingly.
“Hold it, baby, wanna cum with you.” She breathed, her hips moving rapidly in stuttered pushes along your thigh, her breath growing heavier by the minute.
When she could feel her orgasm fast approaching she quickened her pushes into you, your hips bucked forward to match her rhythm, chasing your release by grinding your aching clit against her palm. Natasha muffled her loud moan as she came with a harsh bite into the flesh of your shoulder, harsh enough to draw blood in tooth mark grooves, low whimpers at the back of her throat as she tried to catch her breath.
“That’s it, princess.” She cooed as she felt a gush of wetness over her fingers, your hips still moving lazily against her as the overwhelming pleasure brought tears to your eyes; biting down hard onto the pendant in your mouth with a pull that dug the chain into the back of her neck. “So good, so good for me angel.” She praised, planting kisses over your warm cheeks, holding your limp body up as your chest rose and fell in a chase for oxygen.
She pulled the necklace from your mouth gently, a string of saliva following it and coating your swollen lips, brushing stray hairs out of your face. She held your waist as she pulled her fingers from you, pleased at how they glistened in the light, humming in delight as she sucked your cum from them, looking forward to tasting you properly later.
“Thank you.” You mumbled out meekly, returning the smile Natasha gave you easily.
“My pleasure, baby.” She smirked. “I was only getting started. I’m gonna fuck every thought out of that pretty head.”
Reflection
warnings: nsfw under the cut, mommy kink, use of toys (strap-on), slight spanking
a/n: based off this ask, not proof read
“Eye’s on me, pretty girl.”
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New Fanfiction Edits
Good morning, afternoon, or evening.
Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read my post.
As a warning, this is a long post.
Earlier, I posted that while my new Black Widow fanfiction is 4 years in the making, it still needed some edits. I have made those edits, but I promise I did not make many changes.
It is still a crossover between Earth-616 and Earth-730834. As in, Alexei Shostakov in my new fanfiction is Alexei Shostakov in Earth-730834.
In addition, I have adapted Earth-616 characters, to my interpretations that are appropriate for the story.
The protagonist is still Alexei's illegitimate daughter olga. Olga is my adaptation of Earth-616 Black Widow comics character Oleg Mihalovich.
In addition, the protagonists daughter is still ava. Ava in my fanfiction is still my adaptation of Ava Orlova aka the red widow, a well-known Earth-616 character.
*FYI I have not listed Olga and Avas last names. The reason is because Olga's last name changes in different stories based on her family situation and marital status, and on Avas last name, I will explain that in a further post in which I discuss adaptations of other characters. Thank you for understanding.
In addition, Olga is still an emergency medicine resident then physician, and the story is still set in a rural area in the northern great plains.
In total, I have not made many changes in the process of editing my new fanfiction.
In future posts, I will explain what changes I do make, and once I clear those out, start posting about the story, in the form of concise rough drafts. So please stay tuned for upcoming posts!
Thank you for taking the time out of your day or night to read my post, and thank you for reading it to the end. Have a good day or night.
New Fanfiction
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I am sorry that I haven's posted in a long time. I have been very busy with schoolwork, and haven't carved out the time to write blog posts.
Over six months ago, I finally got around to posting previews of my Black Widow fanfiction, titled "The Widows Caretaker". I had stated that it was four years in the making, so I had been waiting a long time to publish it. Well, four years was not enough time to perfect it, at least to my standards. So, I have edited it again, to make it make more sense. I will explain why in further posts shortly.
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Fanfiction Revisions and Edits Part 1
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I apologize for the inconvenience.
After I proof-read my marvel-descendants crossover fanfiction "The Widows Caretaker", I noticed that it did not make as much sense as I wanted it to. As such, I revised and edited it. Unfortunately, to make it make sense, I ended up drastically changing the context of the story. I will explain more in another post.
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Friday Snippet
So, I've been thinking about new years resolutions and whatnot and I kinda wanna be more active on here from now on and talk more with y'all about my writing and updates and maybe start doing fic recs as well? Lemme know if y'all would be interested in that 🙃
On another note, here's a little snippet of what I'm working on for this weekend's update to The Siren (my natasha romanoff fic)...
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Natasha brushed her damp curls over her shoulder, preferring it to slowly soak the back of her shirt rather than ruin the substantial documents before her.
You know, the usual things an agent such as herself would receive. Like her official employment offer letter, or the multitude of non-disclosure agreements, security questionnaires, and health/fitness assessments that she was beginning to consider a little excessive.
Just the typical, run-of-the-mill stuff that basically cemented her official status into S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nothing too serious.
At least, that was what she tried to convince herself, the pen twirling expertly through her fingers as she stared at the page.
Her weapons qualifications form sat on the island, fully signed and waiting due process, along with her new badge and identification she’d picked up from Maria following her solo morning workout.
Her body was pleasantly thrumming, ready for whatever the day had in store. She’d gone a bit harder than usual, marked by the slight soreness coating her thighs and biceps, but she didn’t have any responsibilities requiring her to be at peak physical strength and Clint hadn’t been there to nag at her to take it easy, either.
That had been part of the reason that, instead of sleeping, she’d gone down to the gym at the break of dawn, having the room all to herself for those couple hours before the usuals started trickling in.
The other part had to do with the fact that, despite the few good days she’d managed to have recently, sleep was still the enemy and Natasha hardly felt good about herself unless she was pushing herself to the limits, the fatigue keeping her dark thoughts to a minimum.
Maybe it was the silence. She debated putting her TV to use, but she wanted to get this done before anything else. It didn’t help that she was only running on a cup of coffee and a single granola bar, just the bare minimum to keep her functioning for a time.
Though, maybe it was wearing off now considering she’d just read the same sentence about three times and still hadn’t processed a single word.
Sloppy, her mind supplied. This was the kind of lack of focus that would get her killed. She’d done more on less for majority of her life, much of her accomplishments occurring even when she’d hardly consumed a meal in days.
In the Red Room, almost all of her meals had been earned. The better and faster she completed her studies constituted rewards that were basic necessities to the rest of the world—inherent human rights stripped down to a luxury.
Her hand came down on the table with a thump, the pen trapped beneath her palm. The action had her mind snapping back into focus, and she took a deep breath, eyes finding the beginning of the sentence for the fourth time.
If she really wanted breakfast, it would have to wait until the work was done.
Only, her attention was once again swept away in a matter of seconds. Though, this time, she lifted her gaze to stare at her front door, brows furrowed. Not only was she unsure if she had heard anything at all, she doubted it was anything more than someone passing by—
But, there it was again. A light tapping against the door. If her hearing wasn’t so sensitive, even in the quiet of her apartment, she was sure she would’ve missed it otherwise...