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luciferdidwhat · 2 months
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Soft Dom Natasha Headcanons ✨
I’ve been having soft dom Natasha thoughts because I needed it so here we are 🥰
warnings: 18++ content, minors DNI. This is entirely self-indulgent (Natasha x Female reader)
- She was shy when she suggested that she’d like to be more in control in the bedroom, she feared that you would bolt and run the other way, but you surprised her by pressing closer to her and pulling her down into a kiss, suppressing a moan from your mouth as you try not to grind on her while she pulls your head back by your hair.
- She hates handcuffs (reminds her too much of the Red Room) but loves tying your hands together using a silk scarf in her color. She never ties them tightly, you can easily get out with just a few twists, but knowing that you won’t and don’t want to, that gives herself the most rush out of this.
- She finds it hilarious that one of your favorite things in the bedroom is when she sits on your face. You once told her that you’re jealous of the people who had their head between her thighs before you did, so that night she made sure to grind and play with you until your face was covered with her juices after you made her cum four times.
- She likes seeing you kneel for her, just because you look up at her with such adoration and lust when you do. She’ll sometimes tap her feet on the ground before her and you’d excitedly get down on your knees and lay your head on her lap while she plays with your hair and trace her fingers and hand across your face.
- She loves taking you from behind, loves grabbing a handful of your ass before she snaps her hips forward and hears the little gasp you let out. But her favorite is actually when she pulls on your hair, making you lean back into her body with your ear within her reach to whisper soft praises and to nibble on.
- She installed a full-size mirror in the bedroom just so she can turn your head and make you see how she fucks into you. She loves the way your breath stills when you see your reflection and the way she can make you even wetter just by pointing out reactions from your body.
- She sometimes makes you call her Miss, or Daddy in the bedroom, depending on her mood (if she’s feeling like a tease or for you to be more obedient, she’s Miss; if she’s feeling rough and wants you to be a brat, then she’s Daddy) - she doesn’t mind you calling her Natasha, loving the way you call out to her in lust and desperation instead of fear.
- The names she has for you, much like how she acts in the bedroom, are soft. She calls you baby, her good girl, or her princess.
- If you’ve been naughty, then she calls you brat, and on occasion if she’s feeling particularly rough, she’ll call you pet and other degrading names, loving how your body will immediately react to the humiliation.
- Her favorite punishment is to edge you multiple times before overstimulating you until you pass out.
- The first time she did it, she was pissed. You broke multiple of her rules and were testing her patience throughout the night, you were truly in a bratty behavior and was seeking attention as she has been away for a mission for the past two months. She tied your hands together with her tie, stuffed her underwear into your mouth after you spoke out of turn for the fifth time that night, and started the long game of edging. She edged you four times before she turned on the vibrator on your clit to the max and started fucking your pussy with two of her fingers, pistoning in and out as fast as she could. You came once, twice before you started crying and kicking at her to stop, but she just sent you a sadistic smirk before saying “You were being a little slut begging for my attention, so now you’re gonna be a good little bitch and take all that I give you.”. You came three more times before your body couldn’t handle it and passed out. She was amaze as you squirted for the first time that night, and she spent ten minutes cleaning up everything with a soft smile on her face, before waking you and peppered you with kisses and loving words to ensure that you wouldn’t drop (it was the first time a scene got so intense between the both of you).
- Ever since then, whenever you would start acting out, she’d remind you of the consequences, and you’d take things back and turn away from her smirk. She relishes in the control she has over you this way, and rewards you for being a good girl again by hitting all the right places before sitting on your face.
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fandomnerd9602 · 7 months
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Natasha walks into the kitchen to a baking Y/N…
Natasha: malysh you have something on your…
Y/N: my face? Where?
Natasha pulls Y/N into a kiss, letting her tongue glide across Y/N’s lips…
Y/N: I had chocolate on my lips?
Natasha: no…I just needed something sweet (winks)
Natasha saunters off…
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lobotomy-jpeg · 1 year
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Hi there @appleflavoredkitkats 👀
I am your malloysical secret Santa, happy holidays!~ I hope you like this🥺💛
[id: Digital painting of Natasha Rostova fr great comet. She is sitting on a chair, looking at the viewer, wearing her white dress. She is holding an envelope. /end id]
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bradleys-boy · 1 year
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Jake going up to Natasha at the Hard Deck and declaring that he's going to "pursue" Bradley and that she shouldn't get in the way, only for Natasha to remind him that she's a lesbian
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I have half a hundred requests in my Inbox and a million things I have to do, but you just reminded me of those 3 characters.
I'm on it, sir!
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YEEEEEESSSSS
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shadowingfas · 8 months
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A sketch of Natasha I did a while ago. I had cleaned it up somewhat before giving up completely *-*
But I thought I’d share it.
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heres-the-marvel-tea · 2 months
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What if…? season 2 lost me when they started giving Peggy Natasha’s lines.
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clintbartoncore · 7 months
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the thing about this fandom is that for as little as I feel like I participate, mentally I am always active. these guys are paying rent in serotonin and I am building them a big, beautiful pillow fort of a story that can’t seem to stay intact long enough for me to finish it.
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Credit to Black Widow and Hawkeye doing their best playing damage control to Natasha's death. Making so her sacrifice was about the people she loved not about "Wiping the red off her ledger." Her death mattered just as much as Tony's. It was for Yelena and while the is never stated it's clear Natasha was part Barton family. They all loved her Laura named a kid after her she was part of that family.
Yeah I just wish they had showed that in EG. She was an OG Avenger, she should have been celebrated in an avengers movie and it's a travesty that so many people defended the way EG ignored her with "oh but she has a movie coming!", IDGAF about that!
An avenger dies, they must have an eulogy done in an avengers movie. They gave one to Stark but not to her then claimed they ran out of time to give her a funeral? In a 3 hour movie? A movie that had Hulk dabbing and Scott making jokes about peeing himself? 🙄
Don't get me wrong, I love the Black Widow movie and one of my favourite things in the Hawkeye series is that Natasha's presence is felt in pretty much every episode, and that was nice and I loved it, but come on now, she was relegated to those two because they actively refused to treat her as an original and important avenger.
If they had released the BW movie when they should have which is right after CW then her character in EG could have talked about her family and Yelena and how much they meant to her, but thanks to Perlmutter (the guy who thinks movies led by women and black people don't sell and should not be made) we had to wait years to finally watch it.
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togrowoldinv · 2 years
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I’ve written so many fics where Nat is reader’s wife that I cannot physically watch Black Widow without being like “heyyyyy that’s my wife” 🥰
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obsob · 1 year
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making and weaving and loving! like we have done for millennia!!
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luciferdidwhat · 2 months
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Soft Dom Natasha Headcanons #2 ✨
Here's more soft dom Nat thoughts because I've been haunted by them 🥰
warning: 18++ content, minor DNI (this is Natasha x Female Reader)
- Natasha likes to make you blush in the bedroom. She likes calling you her good girl and shower praises for when you’re being her little obedient princess. She praises how you look kneeling for her, how you lean into her hands caressing your cheek, and how you’re being sooo good taking her strap all the way.
- You were surprised to learn that Natasha likes to read. When she has some free time, you can find her sitting on the little seat in your room, deep into the book before she pats her thighs. You’d climb onto her and depending on how she’s feeling, sometimes she’d make you grind on her thighs (but never let you cum before she’s done with reading), and other times if she’s been packing she’d make you cockwarm her and let you mark her neck with little lovebites (she’d thrust up and make you gasp if you’re being too bold in marking her - but she secretly loves it).
- Natasha’s favorite part of your body are your eyes. She always say they hide nothing and because of that, she sees love and adoration. The way your eyes go darker when she saunters toward you, the way you refuse to make eye contact when you know you’re in trouble, the way you sometimes tear up when she���s fucking you so, so well… Natasha loves it.
- You can sometimes be a brat, but generally it takes no more than a soft warning “Princess…” or a tensed grip on your wrist or thigh for you to stop your little tantrums. You get pouty and sometimes would sulk if you don’t get what you want, and if Natasha does feel guilty about whatever you’re displeased about, she’d make sure to make it up to you that night, showering praises and kisses along your body before slowly giving you what you want. (most of the time its orgasms)
- She loves it when you cook for her. Natasha can survive in the worst conditions, but she cannot for the life of her, cook a decent meal. The best she could do is a sandwich or a terribly looking can made soup. So when you surprised her with a steak and potatoes during the first Valentine’s day you celebrated together, she almost cried. (It’s been so long since someone cooked for her)
- After your meal together, she’d do the dishes (you cooked my love, you are not doing the dishes) and send you to the bedroom to prepare for a good time, giving you permission to pick out two things from the drawer, before she spends the night showing you how much she appreciates the warm and loving meal for her.
- One of your favorite parts of being Natasha’s girlfriend is when she brings you out to parties and shows you off. She’ll pick out a dress or a pantsuit for you (ones that will compliment what she’s wearing of course) and she’ll keep her hand on your waist throughout the night. You love how her hand sometimes tighten around your waist in warning when you’re being sneaky about drinking something she doesn’t approve of. She navigates the parties with grace that you’re slightly jealous of, making easy conversation and charming everyone with her wit and humor.
- She does let you wander off to speak with some people that you both know and trust (you like hanging out with Yelena or Wanda the most), but when you’re in a mood, you test her patience instead. You let your gaze wander down Carol’s pantsuit or let your hand linger on Valkyrie’s biceps for a bit too long. When you’re really trying to get her riled up, you drag Sharon and Maria out to the dancefloor, silently eating up the way Natasha’s eyes narrow and how her lips purses slightly before turning away from you.
- When she’s had enough of you testing the waters, she excuses herself from the party, claiming that she wants to spend some time alone with you and keeps a firm hand on your back while she leads you to her car. You know you’re in for a long night when she keeps her hand on your thigh throughout the car ride, and you can feel yourself growing wetter by the moment.
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fandomnerd9602 · 9 months
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Natasha hums a Russian lullaby to her baby…
Y/N smiles from the doorway…
Natasha kisses her daughter’s head…
Natasha: good night detka
Y/N envelops Natasha in a hug as they watch their little girl drift off to sleep…
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spaghettiposts · 4 days
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Window Crashin’
WandaNat x Spidey!Reader
Summery: Crashing into the wrong window at night proves to be the best mistake you’ve ever made.
Warnings: Very OBLIVIOUS reader, straight up stupid I can’t lie. Gay panics all around. Fluff
Word count: 1.6k
A/n: my first time officially writing for Nat and I think I’d like to continue so expect separate fics of her sometime soon.
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Kraven had become an incessant thorn in your side, his relentless rampage ever since he announced “The Grand Hunt” in the heart of Central Park felt like a never-ending nightmare. One that persistently dragged on as the weeks floated by, each day a new form of tinnitus growing in your eardrums at the echoings of his horn. Falling once again into his endless game of cat and mouse.
Or in your case Kraven and Spider–with Kraven playing predator and you, the elusive Spider, trying to lure him away from innocent civilians roaming the streets of New York. 
Which wasn’t as easy as one would imagine, but you made do with what you had, brains over brawns. Clinging onto the hope that eventually, Kraven would grow tired of chasing and resign for the night, with the promise that he’d return. And so the cycle goes on. 
There were other options you could resort to, but those were last resorts, ones you only used if you were certain you couldn’t handle Kraven or in case of an emergency. In all honesty, you’re avoiding involving the Avengers, it’s really the last thing you want this to come to. A couple of broken ribs wasn’t an Avengers level threat.
You could handle Kraven by yourself perfectly fine, and nobody got hurt at the end of the day—except mainly your sleep schedule.
And now, as you swung through the thick chilling air on route to the compound; you were struggling to stay awake, the bruises littered across your body only making it harder to keep swinging. It wasn’t that sleep had ever been your strong suit, but now, it seemed like a distant luxury. The sacrifice of a hero came in many forms, and sleep deprivation was yours. 
Tony had sacrificed half his company in pursuit of a heroic lifestyle, hell, even Steve froze himself to save humanity. If humanity needed you to suffer from fewer hours in bed, then so be it. 
You fought relentlessly to keep your eyes from drooping and it only took the honking of a truck for you to jolt awake, merely missing out on the experience of being rammed by one. 
Shaking your head, you muttered words of encouragement to yourself, living on a prayer of making it back to the compound - in one piece. 
As the familiar building came into view, you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you swung around towards the left block and homed in on your window, only to face-plant straight into it with a resounding thud.
You groaned against the pavement, pressing your hands on the wall to steady yourself before you could slide off. Silently thanking that radioactive spider for granting you the ability to stick to surfaces as you adjusted yourself, what the fuck?
A miscalculation on your part—or at least you pictured. Pushing yourself back from the wall, your eyebrows crinkled. Huh.
You always left your window open–had one of your teammates closed it off?
Assuming one of the guys must’ve closed it off, you didn’t question much, missing your bed and running on pure exhaustion to really assess the situation seriously. Gripping the sides of the window, you tried to pry from the outside, and after a couple of difficulties; you managed to unlock it, budging it open with a click. 
Finally, home sweet home. 
Your body toppled into the room first before the rest of your body crashed onto the floor, reaching an arm to shut the window behind you. With a sigh of relief, you picked yourself up, stretching your arms above your head, eliciting a satisfying ‘pop’ from your back, feeling all the pent-up tensions of the day leave your body. 
Pressing the button on your chest, making quick work of discarding your suit. You struggled more than you’d like to admit, having to hop on one foot to wiggle your feet out of the padding. 
Amidst your squirming, you failed to notice the crimson warps seeping from your bed, freezing mid-movement as the lights flickered on by themselves, looking like a deer caught in headlights. 
“Jesus fucking Christ!” You screeched, scrambling up to your feet, firmly clutching your uniform in a poor attempt to cover yourself from the two women on your bed, equally startled.
“Y/n…? What are you doing here?” Natasha says after a beat of silence, her eyes furrowing as she lowers her gun and the arm protectively wrapped around her girlfriend. Wanda mirrored her actions and let the red wisps fall before she turned to you disconcertingly.
You shrunk under their gaze, feeling your heart pick up. It was too late to salvage any attempts at running for it, so you turned away, ignoring how affected you felt by their disheveled appearances.
Instead, you focused on why they were inside your room in the first place. Not that you minded having two beautiful women in your bed but at this hour? 
“What are you doing in my room? I just got back, what’s…” Your voice trailed off, slipping on your suit, as you looked towards your dresser…was it always that color? And why was there a photo of Wanda and Natasha on your nightstand? Sure, you were hopelessly in love with the two but never to this extent.
Barely bordering on those lines. 
“Detka…this is our room,” Wanda said slowly, as to not startle you. 
You cursed under your breath, realizing your mistake. “Aw fuck, I must’ve crashed into the wrong—wall-side thing,” you explained messily, picking yourself up for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. 
“Crashed?” Both of the girls shouted and you winced, scooting off awkwardly to the side, feeling even more like an intrusion. 
“Yeah but it’s okay though, that’s nothing compared to Kraven's fists, trust me.” You meant to reassure them, but judging by the worried looks they exchanged, it had the opposite effect. Taking their silence as an opportunity to leave, you stepped back.
“Anyways, sorry for interrupting your night.” You mumbled apologetically, reaching for the window handle. “I’ll see y'all tomorrow— son of a bitch.” You grunted, banging your head against the glass for the second time this night. You were really starting to resent these things.  
And Wanda bit her bottom lip, “Malysh, it’s late and you’re…not doing well, why don’t you stay here tonight?” She suggested softly, her voice coming out as sweet as honey and you almost dropped dead there.
“Here?” You blurted out, feeling a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. “Like, with you and Nat?”
Natasha and Wanda shared an amused look, before nodding in unison. 
Your face crinkled, not really understanding what the looks were for but you assumed it was all in your head. Sparing one last glance at the two, you confirmed this was okay, searching for even the smallest bits of hesitancy or discomfort only to find nothing but welcoming smiles. 
With a small nod, barely audible, you murmured a hesitant “alright,” as you settled into the chair beside their bed, placing your feet on the small wooly ottoman.
Had your eyes been open, you might’ve noticed the way their faces dropped in disappointment. After months of obvious pining, not-so-subtle flirting thrown your way, you were choosing to sleep…not with them but on a chair.
A brief silence lingered, and you shifted in your seat. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel their eyes piercing and you were starting to sweat.
“Sorry,” You mumble, heat rising up your neck in embarrassment as you removed your feet off the ottoman, fearing you had overstepped. Still, their gazes remained unwavering and you rubbed your arm unsurely, “Is the chair off–limits too? I can take the floor if that’s better.”
“Dorogoy, we’re inviting you into our bed,” Natasha chuckles disbelievingly, fingers tracing the covers as to tempt you with the invitation. 
“Mhmm, yeah no. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You shook your head, stumbling over your words. “I don’t do well in confined spaces with pretty women, I mean— no wait you are, both are super pretty but that’s not—“ 
Thankfully, Wanda interjected before you could embarrass yourself further with a giggle. You swore your stomach flipped. “Cute, but won’t you get cold?” She suggested, Natasha nodding and lifting the covers, adding, “It’s much warmer over here.”
Again, you waved them off and they were starting to get fed up with your excuses. “Oh nah! My suit has thermal heating installed, pretty cool right? Tony helped me insulate it–”
“Y/n, just get in the bed.”
Before you could protest further, you felt those warm red tendrils wrap around you, coaxing you into their bed, and you couldn’t even remember why you were fighting this in the first place when their arms wrapped around you. Not when their sheets were so warm, and their bodies warmer. 
Resistance be damned, as Natasha's hand ran gently through your hair, you relaxed into it, and both girls smiled. This was how things needed to be, always. 
Still, your heart was beyond nervous to even enjoy the moment but they were pushing at your shoulders to tuck you in further, getting settled themselves. They tangled their limbs with your own and it was official; there was definitely no escaping this. 
Pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, Wanda murmured a couple of words and you felt more comfortable clothes encase you. Natasha pressed a tender kiss to the shell of your ear before bidding you a good night.
You repeat her words back and they tighten their grip, closing their eyes. 
With exhaustion finally catching up to you, your eyes drooped helplessly again, fluttering shut, bones begging for sleep, and you finally surrendered to its embrace. Allowing yourself a moment of rest with the two people you treasure most in the world. 
And suddenly, crashing into windows didn’t seem so bad after all.
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ssa-sapphic · 2 years
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which MCU woman belongs with emily
none, i don’t want those universes to mix because nat and emily are my loves and it just doesn’t fit. like, imagine me being in a world where nat AND emily coexist??? i would internally combust, it would be too overwhelming haha
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writernothingness · 2 months
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“How many times have you watched top gun?” Yes. Correct.
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