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beyondspaceandstars · 2 years

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dating natasha romanoff

A/N - My "dating Bucky barnes" HC post did really well so I thought I’d make one of these ramblings for all the characters I enjoy writing about if that’s okay! :) so here’s some short random thoughts on what it’d be like dating natasha romanoff

Natasha would be somewhat outgoing when she first meets you. She’s eager to talk to you, get to know you, impress you, everything. She’s witty and interesting, not letting herself get too tripped up by having a crush.

But that isn’t to say she doesn’t have some weak moments. When you two officially start dating, she would practically crumble when you’d really flirt back at her or give her a compliment or offer small gestures like holding the door

When Natasha isn’t in control, she doesn’t know what to do sometimes so you were both a troubling and welcomed presence in her world

Natasha seems like the type of girlfriend who would love cooking for you. It’s a secret little thing she has stored away and while she doesn’t make the most elaborate dinners, she gets excited when you eat what she’s made. Sandwiches, soup, salads, anything.

She probably will also be the one to make coffee in the morning and have your cup ready to go for you, just how you like it because Natasha remembers these details

"Here you go. Two spoonfuls of sugar and a splash of milk." "You literally fell from heaven, huh? You're an angel?" "You're dramatic, babe."

Natasha would love to hear about your day. She seems like such a great listener given her background and history and she definitely will not accept it when you’re like, "oh today was fine." She wants step-by-step accounts because she just genuinely wants to know what her partner has been up to.

Can be a little nosy! She’s the curious type without a doubt

She can also absolutely be clingy and touchy at times but only in certain cases, like if she’s tired or tipsy, and you love that. Could see her even get a bit whiny when you two are alone.

Her crumbling when you are alone is a constant. She has to be the loving, protective girlfriend in public but alone her defenses are down and its just so sweet to see

Dates with Natasha would always be very chill. She probably just enjoys going on walks or listening to music or lunch at a restaurant. Sometimes you’re able to pull her out to a bar or somewhere more loud and interactive but its rare. She just enjoys someone else’s company.

Random thought but Natasha probably enjoys Mountain Dew and you try all the time to get her to stop drinking it because everyone knows it’s not good for you but alas…

“Honey, this drink is like neon yellow.” “Sweetheart I love you but take your hand off the cup.”

Going along with Natasha being protective, she can easily get jealous. It doesn’t manifest in obvious ways but when someone comes up who is very clearly hitting on you, the jealousy is there. Maybe she squeezes your waist a little tighter or grabs your hand at random times.

That’s when you immediately know what’s up and, honestly, you like to comfort her. Natasha very rarely lets such walls down so to see her vulnerable lets you know that she loves and trusts you. You’re always glad to be her person in that way.

Natasha does like to show you off but you’re much more about showing her off on social media. Natasha doesn’t totally care for social media — she tried learning about it after Yelena bugged her but that didn’t pan out well — so you take it upon yourself to post about her, share photos, and gush over her, even if she will likely never see it.

"Is this another one for your social feed, love?" Natasha would ask after you asked her to smile while you held up your camera. "Yes, not say 'cheese!'" And she's happily oblige.

But it’s okay, your followers love it. And people definitely text Natasha about it when you post a new pic. She’ll pretend to be annoyed or shy about it but secretly, it makes her all gooey and warm on the inside.

It would take little convincing to start a family with Natasha. Natasha seems to hold an admiration for children so once she realizes you’re The One, she’d be totally on board with whatever you wanted, adoption or having a surrogate or whatever. I have many thoughts on mom!Natasha so maybe that’ll be another set of headcanons.

Being with Natasha can kind of be chaotic, especially if she is still taking missions and stuff, but really, at the end of the day, it all just makes sense with her. You’re each other's rock and it’s incredibly strong. She offers the greatest support, and the best shoulder to lean on.

She’s faithful and dedicated in all that she does and that carries into her relationships, no matter what.

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sleepisaturn · 2 years

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headcanons of nursing Natasha who has flu

natasha romanoff x gf!reader

headcanons of taking care of a hard headed sick Natasha

Natasha would deny it but you would know right away that she was sick because she felt too warm in your embrace as you woke up next to her that day.

Miraculously you didn't get infected and immediately put Natasha, your stubborn girlfriend into bed rest.

You would need to blackmail her into staying in bed.

" Stay in your bed or no sex for a month! " you warned as she tried to persuade you that she's okay and that it was just a slight fever

" ... fine, i hate you "

" you'll thank me when you get countless sick free orgasms once you're okay "

" fine you win " Natasha grumbled as she groaned trying to find a comfortable position as her head ache worsened.

You quickly gathered the things you would need to nurse Natasha back to her old healthy self.

Natasha's a very stubborn person, even to her girlfriend she would insist she's fine so going to the med bay and getting checked by Dr. Cho was definitely crossed off the list.

As Natasha falls sick, you've made everyone aware that nobody should visit her as she's more grumpy when sick and that a risk of infection can't happen within the Avengers.

You've made sure nobody went on and disturbed the floor you and Natasha's shared room was in since your only floor mate was Wanda but she's on another honeymoon with Vision.

You first checked Nat's temperature using a thermometer even if she cutely advices that you check her temperature using your lips though she was only joking as she wouldn't want you to get infected.

Natasha would grumply refuse to eat as she preferred to just sleep and waking her up for food was something she found not necessary.

" eat the soup, baby "

" no, I'm fi— "

" eat the damn soup, Natalia! "

" yes, maam " she said as she quickly grabbed the hot bowl of chicken soup

" careful!! "

You patiently wipe away her body with luke warm water to try and cool down her fever and to make her more comfortable as she sleeps the day away.

You couldn't help but coo at the image of the badass spy, ex–assassin who's now sleeping soundly as a cold towel cooled her forehead as she cuddled the teddy bear you gave her a year ago proxy for you, her girlfriend who she didn't wanna risk getting infected.

Of course Natasha wouldn't call Fury so you took it upon yourself to find his personal number that he let's Natasha use.

You immediately tell the man with one eye to not give his best agent a mission for atleast three weeks so that you'd know Natasha would heal properly because you know your girlfriend's a stubborn woman who couldn't be away from her job for more than a month.

Natasha would say she didn't like the sandwiches and that she's fine but in fact she'd only ever eat sandwiches that are made by you or by Steve, anyone else she doesn't trust with the food she'll intake unless of course it's take out.

" I'm gonna eat it but I'm not gonna be happy about it >:( "

" don't pretend like my egg sandwiches aren't your favourite, babe ;) "

" hmmp >:/ " she chomps on the delicious egg sandwich made by you with love while pouting cutely

Once you made sure her fever went down enough that you wouldn't be infected if you cuddled her, you laid down on the bed you two shared and caressed her hair as you give her a peck on her forehead for her to fall asleep peacefully.

Natasha can't fall asleep properly unless she's in your embrace, sick or not she'd need you to be beside her at night.

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bellsnuit · 2 years

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Rainbow (Dark! Natasha Romanoff x reader)

Summary: You behaved like a brat, so you just trusted that because you were pregnant, Natasha was going to be nice to you. Oh, how wrong you were

Warning: Noncon, dom/sub, semi-public sex, sex toys, mommy kink, fingerfucking, vaginal fucking, toxic, kidnapping, drugs, face-fucking, scissoring, breastfucking

If you like, I would be so grateful if you reblog or comments to interact ( I love share your thoughts)

Part: One - Two – Three.

The TV was on in front of you and you watched through the window the rain pounding hard against the glass.

You wanted to touch the water, but you knew it was forbidden. Even though you were five months pregnant, you still didn't have Natasha's confidence.

Dinner was already fully served, but despite that, she still hadn't arrived. You were annoyed, she had been late for days and you always ended up sleeping alone.

You had definitely lost your mind, maybe because you hadn't been out for a long time, or simply because you had fallen in love with Nat, the way she treated you and everything she had done for you; she had taught you that you could be just as you were in there, how to behave and how happy you could be in your bubble.

You fiddled with the skirt and lightly stroked the belly "Mommy doesn't love us anymore, I guess" your eyes got teary but the door opened. "Mommy?" you jerked your head towards her.

"Little girl, are you okay? What's wrong?" you saw her concern and how she ran up to you. You let out the cry loudly when she touched you, and just backed away.

"You're bad!" you screamed covering her face.

"Oh doll, what's wrong?"

"I've been waiting for you for two hours mommy! You're always late and leave me and the baby alone. You even give me from your breast!" Tears flooded your eyes "Don't you love me anymore?"

"No honey, no" her compassionate voice accompanied towards your cheek. "But Mommy works hard to give everything to you and our baby."

You relived yourself, with tears "What about me?"

"Do you want Mommy to feed you and then we'll fix the problem?" You pouted your lips, unhappy with her answer. "You're not happy with that?"

" You leave me alone. I get bored all day and I keep thinking about you, Mommy. I want you to be here with me all day."

"But you know I can't stay here forever, little baby."

"And when our baby is born, I'm going to be all alone?" Natasha sighed, leaning against the back of the couch.

"I know, baby, I know" she whispered and you sat on her legs. You brought your fingers to your thighs and lifted your skirt with your fingers. She quickly put her hand "Hey baby, you know you can't lift your skirt. People can see."

"But there's no one, mommy "you insisted, doing it again and she just let you. She bit her lip slightly but you knew she was thinking about something. You llorisquiaste leaving your hands "Do you even give me attention!"

"Honey, honey" this one murmured bringing her hands up to your hips. "Mommy is thinking about what maybe she can do something to help you."

You nodded, giving her a smile. Natasha patted your thighs and looked at your belly "how's our baby?" you stirred again on Nat's lap.

"Baby wants mommy too" you crooned. Nat moved a hand up to your bottom and squeezed it, you gasped.

"Then get your pretty ass up and get the strap on you like best so mommy can fuck you here on the couch" you squealed as you stood up and advanced into the room "Little girl, don't run" she warned and you slowed down.

By the time you returned, she was still in the same position. She patted her lap again and you sat up, leash in your hands. She caught your lips, and parted her legs slightly, parting yours openly as well. You felt the cold at the lack of your underwear, but that was a few seconds because Natasha's fingers plugged the hole. "Oh mommy" you cried out because you really weren't ready.

"Mommy never asks permission for what is hers" you gasped as her fingers went in deeper. Her palm flattened against your clitoris "Mommy can touch you whenever and wherever she wants. Mommy can fuck you wherever and whenever she wants."

"Yes mommy, yes" you gasped.

"My brat has a problem with that?"

"No mommy" you gasped,putting your hand on her shoulder and thrusting your hips.

"Pregnancy makes you thirsty, honey. I'm going to get you pregnant every time. You know that?"

"Ma-mommy."

"Yes sweetie?" you dug your nails over her shoulder, swallowing. "Ask me for anything, sweetheart."

You brought your mouth to her lips and it didn't take long for her to meet your mouth, nibbling on your lips.

"Mommy, please" you didn't know what you were asking, but you were asking.

"Look how you take mommy's fingers. Always squeezing you for me" you gasped at her words "baby, could you take three fingers? Would you be able to?"

You moaned, looking into her eyes. Your wet center throbbed harder at the thought. "I'll take anything you give me, mommy" you gasped as soon she did it.

"Of course you will, you little slut. If you love getting fucked."

Natasha pulled her hands away and you squealed slightly in anger. She pushed you down onto the couch and you fell into a sitting position, noticing how she began to undress. You bit your lips and spread your legs slightly, but she denied "no little girl, turn around" you did, sitting back on your heels and holding on to the back of the couch. Your slit was soaking wet and you spread your legs, only to find a pillow "mommy" you called to her as the pillow touched your center.

"Yes sweetie" you felt her zipper go down.

"Can I fuck myself against the pillow while I wait for you?"

"Oh baby, of course you can" you smiled and started to move your legs. "But you always remember who you have to thank."

"You, Mommy" you assured in a gasp at the shock. "Mommy" two turns and you felt the straps rattle, watering your mouth. You gasped loudly.

"Look how pretty my baby girl waiting for me " her hand touched your bottom and she moved her hand up to your hair. You screamed when she pushed you forward and whimpered when your head hit the backrest.

"Mommy!" you cried out in pain.

"You little brat, you think I was going to be nice after you greeted me with a tantrum?" her other hand went down to your thighs and pulled them apart. Sure she felt your wetness, but that didn't stop her. She tugged at your hair, squeezing it and moved toward your ear. "Mommy got mad and now she's going to fuck your little ass until it hurts."

"Oh mommy" a sob came out of you.

"And you better not move, we don't want to hurt our little baby because you're a brat who doesn't know how to behave."

Your belly was hanging and weighing you down, but you stopped thinking that when Natasha took the strength out of your head and used both hands to spread your buttocks. "Mommy" you moaned again, almost begging.

"Watch how you contract your little anus for mommy. Don't be afraid, you know it's my favorite place."

"It hurts, it always hurts, mommy."

"Then you'd better not squeeze because you don't want me to tear your little tail" you stifled your head against the pillows, closing your eyes tightly as the tip was placed between your buttocks. Natasha centered it and brought another hand back up towards your head, and you screamed as she entered it in one go. Her hand pressed your head against the pillows, smothering your scream into the pillow, and she moaned. You contracted in pain "Look how you squeeze me."

"Mommy, it hurts" your eyes choked back tears and you didn't even know if she heard you. She did, but she cared very little. She pulled out a little, but again repeated the action, causing your body to lunge forward.

It went in and out faster and faster, and it hurt more and more because you inevitably wanted to close that hole, squeezing it shut. Each time it was a new scream of pain "Little slut, you're going to learn not to make mommy tantrum" she gasped, going in deeper.

You couldn't speak, you were totally stampeded and being preyed upon out of what you wanted. Natasha's hands moved down to your center and she bit her lip as she went to your clit and pinched it, causing you to let out another scream but drops of your ejaculate began to soak her palm. She whimpered, as you now mixed excitement with pain.

"Mommy, mommy" you whimpered, but she pushed your thighs further apart making you look to your side.

"What is this?" she asked showing you your teddy bear.

"My teddy bear" you whimpered.

"What's her name?"

"Rainbow."

You felt her laughter, stop penetrating you. "Let's play with rainbows like the good baby you are" Natasha placed the cushion between your spread legs, and you whimpered when you felt the rubbing, but she squeezed the teddy bear on the cushion. You whimpered when the button on her nose was touching your clit. Natasha moved her hand back to your hair "Let's see if you're good with your toys" you yelped again as it came out and went in. You felt something tear inside you, but you weren't sure you were hurt. The moment she penetrated and your body went forward, the little teddy bear that seemed to be latched on, moved with you rubbing against you. And that kept happening, feeling the cotton of your teddy rubbing on you, causing little spasms. You could barely speak.

"Mommy," you gasped.

"Do you like fucking your teddy? Don't you? Of course, you do, little brat."

"It's a lot, Mommy, it's a lot" your body began to shake and you felt Natasha grip your hair tightly.

"Mommy," you gasped.

"Do you like fucking your teddy? Don't you? Of course, you do, little brat."

"It's a lot, Mommy, it's a lot" your body began to shake and you felt Natasha grip your hair tightly.

"Faint you brat and I'll keep going until I come" your body untensed, and Natasha felt when you stopped straining your body. You really hadn't held out "Motherfucker" she cursed as she moved her hand down to your neck to grab it from behind, ramming you three more times until she exploded, ejaculating into the harness. she held there for a few seconds and came out inside you, sighing in annoyance at your blackout. she unbuckled the harness and pulled out the cushion with the teddy bear that had been enough to keep you from collapsing on the couch. She carefully laid you down on the couch and bit her lip, full of fury, watching you swoon. You had ruined her cum, and you had upset her. "Fuck you for stupid" she spoke softly as she put the harness back on.

She moved your body like it was nothing, and placed your hips on the back of the couch, leaving them up. she gasped at the sight of you so wet and sleeping like an angel, with your little pussy flushed. she put on the leash as if it were nothing and positioned himself in your center. she whimpered as she delved so deep inside you, and forgetting that you lay unconscious, she dug her nails into your hips and deepened her strokes again, moaning.

That same night, your body was still trembling. You couldn't remember the last time he had punished you, but it was definitely the way he did it this time that made you unconscious.

You remembered waking up on the couch, with your pussy on fire and Natasha cooking. Your eyes filled with tears, but you didn't even say anything. She didn't either, even though at dinner time, she forced you to eat on her lap. You were so sensitive, she had surely felt the way your legs bubbled at the contact, but to your relief, she did nothing.

As soon as you had finished your plate, she sent you to bed. And sleep came before she entered the room. However, it was in the wee hours of the morning when you woke up, restless and tearful.

"Mommy" your trembling voice calling out to her woke her up alertly. She sat up quickly and looked at you. "It hurts so much, it burns" you confessed, and it really did.

Natasha looked at you with some empathy "Does your pussy burn, honey?" you nodded, and she turned on the lamp. She wiped your tears with her thumb "I'm going to get you some cream" she went out and came back within seconds. She ordered you to lie down and sat on her knees on the bed, to gently run her hand over your very sensitive and hurting area. You closed your eyes, letting out little sounds that were closer to whimpers than moans. "Good, you must stay like this. Next time you want to be a stupid girl with Mommy, think about this" you nodded, lowering your head as she sat back down on the bed. "Are you thirsty, honey?"

You nodded, wetting your lips. And she snuggled you as best she could in her arms, despite it being three in the morning, and despite your belly, she was with you in her arms, caressing your ass lovingly as you sucked the milk from her breasts. "Mommy doesn't like you being a bad girl. I didn't mean to hurt you, but this is how you will learn to be good. Sometimes I'm afraid you'll want to go away, then I just get extra upset."

You parted your mouth and a stream splashed on you. Natasha wiped it away with her finger and with a sweet smile "It's my fault, I'm sorry mommy."

"It's okay, you're forgiven. Now finish eating and tomorrow mommy will take care of that wounded pussy."

Months later, you delivered at home. Natasha had brought a nurse and you were exhausted, but the little boy was quickly placed in your arms.

You saw Natasha's excitement and anticipation. You never really thought you would see her like this. And as the little baby sucked on your breast, Natasha kissed your forehead "Mommy is so happy with you, sweetheart."

And that night, you woke up in bed with Natasha next to you, nursing the baby. You bit your lip and she looked up at you "How are you, baby?"

"A little sore" you confessed settling in between the pillows and looking down at the little boy so healthy clinging to Natasha's breast. You remained in a trance and swallowed.

"Oh sweetie, you know mommy will always take care of you too" her hand slid down to your crotch. "Mommy can give attention to all her babies."

You snuggled into her, leaning against her breast and watching the baby suck on what you always took. You'd have to start sharing my mommy.

And you had to go through a long road with Natasha, but you always understood that everything she did was to make you happy in the future. She was great and knew what was best for you.

It was okay, you could put up with anything if at the end of the night she ended up fucking you so hard until you cried, or just when it bothered you that she gave the baby attention when she nursed it, and you felt the need to sniff her leg. She accepted it, she accepted her little girl.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Wanda x reader x Natasha headcanons please, what it's about can be up to you as long as its fluff :)

I wrote some domestic headcanons because we always see heroes in action but we never get to see them just chilling yknow? Hope you enjoy <3

WandaNat x reader domestic headcanons

Warnings: fluffy goodness, brief mentions of Yelena at the end

Out of the two of them, Wanda is the only one who knows how to cook

If you do too, great, that means you can help her out in the kitchen

If not, you can join Natasha in the living room, where she's been banned from the kitchen after trying to "help" Wanda with Thanksgiving one year (you guys ended up having to get takeout because she overcooked the turkey)

Natasha is great when it comes to styling hair and doing makeup, and loves doing intricate braids in both her and Wanda's hair, and yours too if it's long enough

The three of you have contemplated getting a pet before, but with your jobs taking you out of the country a lot you decided against it

Wanda hates doing laundry because she doesn't always understand what to do and how all the buttons work, which results in her trying to use her magic to get the clothes clean and ends up making a mess everywhere

The amount of times either you or Natasha have come back from shopping to find the laundry room flooded with soapy water and sopping wet clothes is too many to count

Even though she sucks at washing clothes, Wanda's not that bad when it comes to folding laundry- a huge difference from Natasha, who throws her clean clothes into the drawer without even bothering to fold them first

While they both have thought about having kids, Wanda would be much more likely to take active steps in getting pregnant or adopting whereas Nat is content with being the fun aunt for Clint's kids

Speaking of Clint's kids, you guys often babysit for him whenever he's away on a mission or just needs a break

Wanda loves shopping for clothes and often drags you and Nat along with her so she can model them for you

Nat redyes her hair whenever she gets bored, along with yours and Wanda's help

Wanda still owns the clothes she wore during her emo phase, and sometimes she'll put them back on and smear some black eyeliner over her eyes just for you and Nat's amusement

Yelena visits whenever she can, as you and Wanda assured her that she's always welcome for being part of the family

Nat hates you for this, because this means Yelena will randomly show up whenever just for the heck of it and bother her

You and Wanda don't mind and think it's funny to see the way Nat acts whenever she's around

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collectionsofbitsandbops · 2 years

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Marvel characters as customers at my coffeeshop:

Basically been on my mind and so here are my thoughts. Obviously note these are my opinions. Typing this on my phone so excuse any mistakes.

Steve and Bucky: they both get drip coffee with cream and sugar. Since cream and sugar were rationed when they grew up its a treat that they get to have every morning. They tip and it took a while for them to figure out the whole credit card thing. They always say good morning and thank you. Overall a good customer and welcome regulars.

Sam: this man is the perfect customer. He likes to get the special or whatever the barista recommends. However if it's busy he will get a drip coffee since it takes less work. He always tips. Always calls you by your name. Asks how your day is going. Compliments your music or outfit. Best customer out there and favorite regular by far. Oh he also always offers to pay for his friends. He might even pay for the person behind him. Literally makes your day as soon as he enters the shop.

Natasha: never gets the same thing since she's a spy and is trained not to have a routine. Knew your name the first day without asking for it. It took you a moment to realize this. Cash only. Will tip and once stole the wallet of a man who refused to tip. A mysterious 100$ appeared in the tip jar.

Clint: like natasha he doesn't have a regular. Will use your name and asks how you are. The creepy guy who hit on you never showed up after you informed Clint it in passing once. Sometimes orders pastries to bring home.

Tony: a busy man who gets the largest cold brew. Doesn't really talk. It's more of a nod, you ring him up, he pays, and leaves. He's usually on his phone. Would be annoying but he tips well and if someone new is there he introduces himself and what he orders. He's a regular you can count on to be polite and simple.

Bruce: shows up Monday morning at opening for a cup of coffee and to order a bag of beans. He makes himself coffee at home for the rest of the week. Super polite and honestly a great first customer for the start of the shift. However if you're a minute late he will mention it.

Thor: so excited to try everything and also wants to learn about it. Asks the difference between espresso and drip. Has tried everything and keeps note of what he likes and doesn't like. Also likes to order for his friends. A lively customer who is a great tester for your new specials. Sometimes too much energy for when you are having a bad day. But he often noticedls this and buys you a pastry in hopes it makes you feel better.

Loki: the type to order a pourover and peer over the counter to make sure you get it right. Will have you remake a drink if it does not satisfy him. Great taste but terrible customer. Oh also offended at how little money baristas are paid and makes a point to tip really well. He mentions how even the servents of asgard get paid more and better benefits. Also has stolen from customers who don't tip. The only reason he's not banned from the shop is because the tip jar is filled each time he comes in. Sometimes even with random things like jewelry or magical objects.

Peter Parker: doesn't take too much caffeine. Gets a tea or lemonade. Sometimes food. Usually comes after school with friends to study. Apologizes about being too rowdy but honestly they aren't too bad. Aks you a bunch of questions and shares cool facts. Always cleans up and tucks in the chairs afterwards. Personally I would love him and would sneak him a bunch of treats and discounts.

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jukeboxjackal · 1 year

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Headcanon- Being in a toxic relationship with Natasha

Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

A/n: new idea I just decided to start writing. i’m getting into dark! stuff now lol

Toxic Natasha is heavily possessive and obsessive.

She’s easily irritable. Make one wrong move and she’ll be pissed for the rest of the day.

She’s physically, verbally, emotionally, and mentally abusive.

She’ll flirt with people in front of you, but if you show even the slightest amount of friendly interest with someone other than her, you’re a goner.

She’s two-faced and will gaslight tf out of you.

She’s heavily controlling, she’ll always know where you are and you’ll need her permission before you do anything.

She’ll intimidate you to get what she wants.

She’ll also humiliate you.

Phone checks.

She has a rule book.

Lots of screaming and manipulation.

Toxic! Nat is a concept I’d like to explore one day. I can imagine the first year or so goes great, but then her true colors shine through. Like you move in and you’ve basically fallen into her web. You tell yourself everyday that she loves you but deep down you know everything about your relationship is wrong.

Thanks for reading! Feedback, requests, and inquiries are always appreciated and welcome!

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conclush · 2 years

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Natasha Romanoff Headcanons

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Headcanons For The Black Widow

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ surprise

an: so yep I remake the natasha romanoff hc and next is wanda!

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The first time you have met natasha was cold and firm but after you had gotten into dates and even started dating she is very soft in the inside.

If you are part of the avengers the first time you joined she would give you many hard works and gave you a cold shoulders the other avengers can only give you a worried look because they are scared of the Black Widow but in the inside she would felt bad and sometimes be worried to you she would secretly stare at you, but you both might be oblivious to your own feelings but the team is not.

When you both are invited in Tony's Party or some friends of yours or hers and she would gave a death-stare at someone who touch you in a sexual way she like when that person would be scared away and immediately go away from the both of you.

You're first date was different for you it was kind of lovely and every detail of if you would always remember what happen that day because when you're heels broke you almost cried because it's the only heels you got she immediately took off her shoes and made you to wear it while she look for any near shoes market, when she saw that you felt hurt on your foot she carried you she told you to piggyback you kind of felt embarrassed of it but she made sure that you felt comfortable.

You never like when natasha needs to go to a mission especially when it needed to be months or weeks but she'll make it up to you no matter what, you would sometimes found her at your doorstep holding a bouquet of flowers and some teddy bear and chocolates it melt your heart right away.

When the both got into an argument at first she would observe you and study you for a while and when the both of you would calm down she would be the first one to apologize or if you both got into an argument in the middle of the night because of her work as an avenger she would still make it up to you the next morning starting with the breakfast that she cook for you.

She's not really very touchy in the public especially many people may have known her as the Black Widow even though she would hold your hand to warm her up.

She like it when you are in her arms so do you you both would feel safe in each other's.

She hated how people would flirt to you not knowing you're the Black Widow's Girlfriend and that just made her Angry Mode she almost punch that person right away.

She's really a jealous type person but she wouldn't just admit it to herself she sometimes hate the fact that other than you're friends made you smile it's not really that she hated seeing you happy with others she wanted to be her.

The first time you both had a sex was amazing the night she made you feel that day would never leave your mind, the next day you woke up you were like a tomato she soon gotten used to it whenever you both had gotten sex.

You and her definitely have a kinks, Mommy/Daddy,breeding,praise and others.

The way she would praise you're body just by with her kiss it melts you your ex-lovers never done this to you like she's doing praising you how good girl you are.

After care probably might be her favorite of all time because she would take care of you she would bath you or maybe let you drink water for a moment she would gently soothing your back as you fell asleep.

At first natasha romanoff thought love is for children but you made her change that.

Natasha would always protect you no matter especially if you are pregnant her Overprodective Mode will activate immediately.

She has a lot of enemy that's why she sometimes let's you stay at the compound and that's when you met all of the avengers they gratefully welcomed you.

an: next up is wanda and thena.

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abimess · 2 years

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Helloooo :) Natasha for 22 and 50!

A/N: Hi, dear, thanks for sending this! Let me know what you think of those!

22: Can they draw? What's their style like?

She started drawing at a young age, to try to distract herself between training sessions at the Red Room.

They were unpretentious drawings, however, just quick doodles of things she saw or stuff she liked.

Even after Nat joined the Avengers, she kept drawing. Small drawings in the corners of report pages.

She also always leaves specific drawings depending on who's going to receive the reports. She always draws Steve's ass because she knows he'll hate it, for example.

After the blip, Nat tried to work on her hobbies to busy her mind, and drawing was one of them. And although she got good at it, she always preferred to stick to doodle rather than realistic scenarios. It was comforting to her.

50: What's some weird thing they memorized for no reason except to say they could?

Natasha made a point of memorizing Tony's entire routine without him knowing. Iron Man always teased her for being a bad spy since she had become a public figure as an Avenger. So she used her findings from time to time, unpretentiously, just to make him freak out.

Send me numbers + a character and I'll write some headcanons =]

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httpjupiterbby · 6 months

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nat, i’m serious. get the fuck off the floor and come home, the bed is cold. 😡🫶🏼

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Cap Quartet and the MLP Ponies I think they'd like

Steve - Fluttershy enjoyer obvs. He'd love her abilities with animals, and though she's shy she stands up for her friends. He'd "Shes just like me fr" her. And Pinkie Pie, I think he'd think she's funny and would like the episodes that feature her family.

Nat - Rainbow Dash all the way. She'd kin her. She'd relate to Rainbow Dash's attitude and physical abilities. Also, Rainbow Dash is really cool. She'd love her. I think her second favorite would be Rarity. She's so dramatic and i think Nat would love her sarcastic humor and dynamics with the other main 6.

Sam - Rainbow Dash, she's the fastest and he would claim her because he can fly really fast and she can fly really fast (he and Nat fight about who the TRUE Rainbow Dash lover is.) I also think he'd like Apple Jack, for her personality and the way she supports her family with the farm.

Bucky - I think he would also be a Rainbow Dash fan but not as hardcore as Sam and Nat. I think he'd mostly like her for the "ommmgggg Steve look, they are just like usssss ommgg" factor of Rainbow dash and Flutter shy. I think another one of his favorites would be Twilight Sparkle, because she becomes an Alicorn and he thinks that's cool, and she's really smart and really loves her friends.

Favorite Episodes

Steve - A Canterlot Wedding Part 1 and 2, he likes Chrysalis as a villian and thought the music was really good. (He also really likes Princess Cadence.) And Swarm of the Century because the little creatures that eat everything are hilarious to him.

Natasha - Friendship is Magic Part 1 and 2, because of how the dynamics of the girls are. She likes Nightmare Moons character design too.

Sam - it's a tie between Applebuck Season and The Return of Harmony part 1 and 2, he likes Discords character and thought the way they turned him to stone was badass.

Bucky - The Cutie Mark Chronicles because of all the backstory and "Awwww Steve, they are just like us omgggg" about Rainbow Dash and Fluttershys story. He also really likes that Rainbow Dashes Sonic Boom inspiring all the girls is cool.

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YESS WE NEED MOM!NAT HC PLSSSSSSSSS

the beauty of mom!natasha

A/N - Here I go, giving the people what they want lmao I am glad someone asked for it! I didn’t know if I’d ever write it honestly but I’ve had ideas. And if you ever want any of these individual points explored further I’ll happily do much lkdsjfalsfdj I love doing these they’re so stress-free and easy and fun!

After you and Natasha got serious, probably even got married, the idea of babies would come up because of course, it always does after anyone gets married!

Natasha should be absolutely lying if she said she hadn’t thought about it many…many times before with you.

You also couldn’t lie, you absolutely wanted to have a baby with Natasha, start a family, a brand new life for you two. It all sounded perfect

But… This doesn’t mean Natasha doesn’t have her own worries about it. She didn’t exactly have a normal childhood. Any examples of motherhood she had were a little…wonky, to say the least. A lot of what she understood came from observing others or families on TV.

However, anytime Natasha saw a baby in public or saw you holding one of your friend’s babies, she would totally lose it. It’d be all she could think about. Think about you carrying, holding, feeding, and loving your own child together.

Eventually, you two had The Talk and a year or so later…you adopted a sweet little baby girl.

"She’s perfect," Natasha said as you held the little girl for the first time. She tried sniffling back tears, as did you, but you both failed miserably.

Natasha was immediately enamored and anxious. She loved your daughter the second she laid eyes on her but also…the worries and fears about her own ability to care for this fragile, small child crept in very fast

This, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by you, and to combat this, you spent a lot of time coaxing Natasha into doing simple baby things like changing diapers and watching your daughter crawl on a little blanket

Slowly but surely, Natasha opened up more and the next thing you knew, she would be whisking your daughter away for "mommy and daughter" days. This predominantly happened while you were at work. You, unlike Natasha, worked a traditional 9-5 office job. You had some maternity leave but that eventually ended and Natasha was, despite great fears still, not responsible for your daughter during the day. This turned into "mommy and daughter" days.

"You sure you’re going to be okay?" "Babe, please, we need a day out on the town." "Out on the town-?"

Natasha loved taking your daughter shopping. Grocery or clothes shopping, she absolutely loved watching the little girl look in wonder at all the sights and sounds and people. Your daughter was incredibly friendly and tried to wave at everyone, a stark contrast to Natasha’s reserved demeanor, so the attention was something she definitely had to get used to. But it was worth it to see her baby girl smile.

Natasha also enjoyed taking the girl out for coffee even if all she got her was a little cup of water. But it was still a nice bonding time and people still adored the little one at the coffee shop.

Throughout these times out together, Natasha found she, thankfully, had a knack for calming the baby girl down. Natasha vaguely remembered some Russian lullaby she had heard briefly as a child and while she wasn’t even sure she could sing, she’d whisper the sweet words and hum the melody for her daughter, instantly calming any fears or cried the little girl had.

You had caught her doing this one night when your daughter was particularly fussy and it just absolutely melted your heart.

As your daughter grew, the bond between her and Natasha only grew further. It made you so excited. Here with this big bad assassin who had genuinely feared she couldn’t actually do any of this and yet…her daughter looked at her like she hung the moon and stars.

When your daughter hit middle school, she began taking a real interest in sports. Natasha was so excited her daughter wanted to try new things and get out there and run around with other kids. ESPECIALLY when your daughter started expressing love for dance. Natasha was right there, ready to be a full-on dance mom.

"Babe, do you think you’re going overboard with all these dance costumes?" "Sweetheart, please, I know what I’m doing."

Dance recitals were planned out to a T by Natasha, like going into battle. It was interesting to see her taking her spy knowledge and putting it towards…this.

Also, thinking about Halloween, Natasha would go crazy with the costumes dressing up the little girl. Natasha doesn’t, on the surface, come off as someone who enjoys holidays in general but once you two got together, you were able to pull her into it and she jumped right in.

Enter your daughter, and Natasha is so eager to get her a costume for her first Halloween. Adorably, Natasha and you settled on dressing your daughter as a spider for her first Halloween with you two.

Natasha would definitely be the one to go overboard with the lunches. It was always packed perfectly, even her making some homemade food for your daughter to take. This would either result in her classmates saying her food was weird or being super jealous

If there is ever even a whisper of your daughter getting bullied, Natasha and you are marching into that school office. Natasha certainly has tried to equip her daughter with enough knowledge to handle bullies but sometimes it just doesn’t work out and she will be a total mama bear

She’d always be scared of sending her little girl off to school at any grade. Even when your daughter is in high school, Natasha is frantic making sure she knows where all her classes are and everything.

"You’re sure you remember how to read the map?" "Mom, I’ll be fine." "Okay… Okay, yeah, sure, you will, but also, if you need help, just ask someone-," "Moooooooom."

Don’t even get me started on what happens when you and Natasha’s daughter start dating. One mention of a boy and you both are SUSPICIOUS. And then this random boy starts picking her up for dates??? Natasha does everything in her power to learn everything about him. I’m talking background checks, maybe some light stalking, maybe a little hacking here and there.

She just has to make sure this boy isn’t bad news! That’s your little girl!

And if your daughter is ever hurt, Natasha will go to war and enlist all her fellow superheroes to help her she will not be playing

Naturally, the other Avengers adore your daughter as well. She considers them all her aunts and uncles and she loves enlisting them to play with her. They also absolutely have babysat her in the past, much to Natasha's slight dismay (but really she doesn’t love anyone that isn’t your or her watching your daughter, she’s nervous!)

This also opens for a good segue to Aunt!Yelena. Oh boy…Aunt!Yelena would SPOIL the hell out of Natasha and your daughter, driving you both insane. Every time she comes by she has gifts, treat, anything for the little girl.

Natasha acts like she’s annoyed by it or tries to tell Yelena that her daughter doesn’t need ALL that but…she loves the fact that her daughter is loved by her sister.

As previously stated, Natasha would totally be the definition of a mama bear. Her family is her first priority. Having dysfunctional but meaningful families in the past, this one you two had created was like a gift from some higher being. She never takes it for granted and will do everything in her power to protect it. She’d consider it her greatest achievement, really.

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nothing we were ever trained for

“It’s not like she’d just disappeared, left in the night without a trace. It would have been too similar to events in her past — a station wagon drives off into the Ohio summer night, a girl with no-longer-blue hair brushes her sister’s fingertips as they pass in the hallways, before slipping out of reach.

Natasha had no intention of doing that again.”

After the combined events of Civil War and Black Widow, Natasha is left spiraling between the two families she thought she’d lost.

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tw/cws in this chapter for the following: dissociation (ish), ptsd, nightmares, past child deaths, and very slight implied past childhood sexual abuse (it is implied about as much as it was in the black widow movie itself).

also, i do not experience dissociation or other ptsd symptoms, but i have done my research, so i hope i was able to represent this correctly — if there’s anything glaringly wrong with it lmk and i will correct it <3

“ there are wolves, they would say.

and there are stories about wolves and girls. girls in red.

all alone in the woods. about to get eaten up.

wolves and girls. both have sharp teeth. ”

- from “black widow: name of the rose” by marjorie liu

Just before she gets in the overflowing line of people waiting to board the plane, Natasha slips the gun from her backpack into her waistband.

Right now, it has no purpose, at least not one she’s thought out ahead of time other than self-defense. It digs into her back, serves as a reminder that if she needed to use it she could and that she’s not as helpless as she feels.

Logically, though, she knows she doesn’t need to worry. No one is looking at her.

A week after the wreck, and the flames of the Red Room are yet to die out completely, but the major news networks have already moved on, leaving it to the smaller stations and newspapers to cover the fresh outpouring of grief. Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, all swarming the newly posted database listing the names of every little girl who’d ever ended up in the Red Room crematorium. Just names and dates of death, no causes, no photographs, though Natasha has all that information and will provide it if asked.

Posting the list was the very least she could do, given most of them would still be home and alive if she hadn’t failed the first time around.

The line moves forward, and Natasha makes herself follow them, letting herself be herded through the metal passageway into the plane. She doesn’t truly exhale until she gets to her seat, by the wing on the window side, and even then her breaths are shallow.

This kind of reaction doesn’t bode well for the rest of the flight.

It’s understandable, she reminds herself. A regular shitshow of resurfaced trauma, as Clint would say.

She buckles herself in as the seats next to her fill up, stares out the window and lets her mind betray her.

It’s not like she’d just disappeared, left in the night without a trace. It would have been too similar to events in her past — a station wagon drives off into the Ohio summer night, a girl with no-longer-blue hair brushes her sister’s fingertips as they pass in the hallways, before slipping out of reach. Natasha had no intention of doing that again.

No, she has every intention of coming home.

Her little family isn’t what it once was, but she loves them anyway. Yelena, for example — gone is the little girl who radiated happiness and innocence from every pore, here is the broken young woman ready to be pieced back together day by day. Melina’s teachings were not lost on her, then.

Melina.

Mom.

Mama, once.

Just as she’d come to her in the middle of the night, let Melina wrap a blanket around her shoulders and press a warm mug of tea into her shaking hands, Melina had been the first one she’d told.

She couldn’t stay here.

In the days after the wreck, Natasha had watched as the farm on the tundra became the designated base for freed Widows. Yelena knew all of them, had camaraderie with most. And Natasha had no place with any of them, among this singular, shared experience of overwhelming freedom.

no place in this world.

Melina had disagreed.

“You always have a place here,” she’d reminded her firmly. “You are family. But I understand if it is hard for you — sometimes it is for me, too.” Then her eyes had softened, and she’d switched to English for the last part. “We will take this as slow as you need, yes?”

It had been all Natasha could do to nod her head, and reassure Melina that she just needed some time to process, get her head on straight.

Melina’s eyes had been too knowing as she slid the fresh mug of tea across the kitchen counter.

Natasha had booked the plane ticket then, hoping that even if Tony noticed the money missing from his bank account, he wouldn’t be too eager to sic Ross on her.

Steadily, she’s learning to trust people to be good.

Natasha hopes that the jolting of the airplane explains away her clear anxiety, her nails biting crescent marks into the palms of her hands. She’s been on this plane before, the early flight from St. Petersburg to Chicago, and the memories that surface in the back of her mind are clearer than they have any right to be.

She forces herself to breathe, unstick her nails from her palms before she draws blood. She digs them into her pant legs instead, and, upon realizing with a jolt that she doesn’t even know who’s sitting next to her, takes some time to ground herself to her surroundings.

The person sitting next to her turns out to be a kid, a girl of maybe eleven, shifting nervously in her seat.

Great. Now she’s scaring kids.

Natasha doesn’t say anything, just carefully leans back in the seat in an attempt to look relaxed. It’s been a long journey getting here but she’s well aware that sleep would, in her current mental state, bring her no rest.

But.

She’s so tired.

Maybe if she just leans her head back against the seat, closes her eyes for a moment, she’ll feel better.

And it almost works, this sleep without sleep, until she lets her mental guard down just a little too much and then:

“You’re in trouble, Natasha.”

She feels the phantom pain of Dreykov’s hand around her wrist, the ghost of his breath on her cheek. Just like all the others from her her past, his death hasn’t erased him from the deepest crevices of her brain. Scrub and scrub, she’ll never be clean.

So she fixes her eyes out the window, trying desperately to think of anything else.

The sun is just beginning to appear in the distance, sending beams of white light scattering through the puffy white cloud tops. It’s beautiful, vaguely reminiscent of sunrise in the tundra —just the sun, a pink-streaked sky, and endless white. Natasha stares at it, just stares and stares and stares, until the soft clouds turn to bitter snow, and a pool of blood beneath her feet streaks it red.

Maybe at some point before that, she falls asleep.

Her dream starts in the worst way possible — it could be real.

She’s walking up the steps of the Barton house. Her key turns in the lock, the heavy wooden door creaks open. The shadows of the house are dark and harbor every terrible unknown in their depths, but Natasha moves forwards, into the warm glow of the living room. She’s done this before.

Clint and Laura are sitting on the couch, an old Disney cartoon playing on the TV.

“Hey,” she calls out.

Clint doesn’t answer. He might have his hearing aid out, she reasons. Laura doesn’t answer either.

She moves forward, ignoring the TV and the words that flash between beats of the animation, to look over at Clint. “Hey, Cl—”

Her breath stops somewhere in the center of her chest. Clint is slumped forward on the sofa, his eyes wide and unseeing, a bloody hole square in the center of his forehead. Laura bears the same mark, head lying on Clint’s shoulder.

Her breath stops coming altogether. She looks around, in a panic, to the TV. The words on the screen burrow their way into her mind: killer, traitor, worthless. When she looks down at her hands, she sees blood, dripping onto the carpet around the gun clenched in her fist.

“Well done, Natalia.”

If there was any warmth left in her, it leaves now as Dreykov emerges from his spot in the shadows. One hand curls around her wrist, taking the gun, the other gripping her chin.

“Welcome home.”

She doesn’t cry out when she wakes, thank god. Sweat lies cold on the back of her neck, dripping down her shirt as she forces breaths in and out, slowly through her nose, then out through her mouth. Four, seven, eight. In, out. Breathe. Stay right here.

When Natasha was eleven, her class learned to withstand Chinese water torture. At first, the anticipation of it had been nearly unbearable, and she came close to asking the instructor if she could leave, maybe under the guise of wanting to practice ballet. But Widows don’t crack, don’t break, and she was going to be a Widow. So she learned.

Natasha doesn’t break during the steady drip of memories, each one making her shiver with the dread of the next. She keeps herself as distracted as possible, watching movies, going over her plan out of the airport in her head.

This particular method hasn’t always worked, but this is hardly the worst nightmare she’s had, and with years of therapy and learned, healthier coping methods, she thinks she’ll be able to pull through this one.

Just a few hours more.

The kid sitting on the aisle, one seat of empty space between her and Natasha, seems to be doing better than she is. Natasha puts aside her grief, however briefly, to help her order meals and retrieve her water bottle once when it rolls under the seat.

At some point, Natasha digs the newspaper she’d picked up in the airport out of her bag and reads that for a while, before flipping to the obituaries.

This is part of what she’s been keeping up on. Without any real news coverage, Natasha’s taken it upon herself to bear a quiet witness to the families of Widows, just now getting closure.

(Does it matter, if she feels the blood on her hands with every death she reads about? If she carries the bodies of every little girl who could’ve had a childhood, if Natasha had succeeded the first time around? Are anyone’s palms more bloodstained than hers?)

Today’s obituary section holds a picture of a tiny girl, smiling into the grainy camera. The caption reads,

Sasha Ivanova

1993 - 2005

One of the many victims of the Red Room.

Sasha. Natasha remembers a Sasha, probably not this one, though. Yelena might, if her memory of the Red Room was anywhere near intact (even compared to Natasha’s).

She reads the last line of the obituary.

I miss you, sis.

She puts the paper away and flicks on a movie.

The drops of memory recede into the background.

She almost doesn’t make it until the plane touches down (what ‘not making it’ looks like, she doesn’t care to find out). But, miraculously, the plane’s wheels touch down in Chicago and its occupants are freed into the vast expanse of the airport.

It’s when she stands up to push into the stream of people flowing out the plane that she remembers.

Oh. Yeah. The kid.

“Can I get your bag down for you?” Her voice is warm as it always with kids. It’s instinctive.

“Okay. Thank you.” The kid gives her a fleeting smile, not quite making eye contact. Her voice is soft and slightly accented. Natasha nods, and pulls the suitcase she indicates down from the luggage rack.

Once they’re out of the plane, the weight lifts off Natasha’s chest a little bit, just enough to breathe. “Do you know where you’re going?” Natasha asks the kid. “Is there someone here to pick you up?”

“Yeah,” she replies. “Um, my grandpa is supposed to pick me up.”

“Do you know where that is?”

“Yeah. I’ve been here before.”

“All right, just making sure. Be safe, okay?”

When the girl nods, she turns, and is about to walk away when she hears, “Wait, um…”

When Natasha turns around, she sees a piece of notebook paper in the kid’s hand, and she says tentatively, “Can you sign this?”

Natasha can’t help the smile that spreads over her face at that. “Of course. What’s your name?”

“Maria.”

“That’s a cool name. I have a friend named Maria.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“It’s really cool to meet you,” Maria tells her. “You’re my favorite Avenger, since always.”

“You’ve got good taste,” Natasha jokes. “Thank you.”

She hands Maria the signed piece of paper.

“Thank you so much!”

“You’re very welcome. Have a good day, okay?”

“Okay! You too.”

“Be safe,” she reminds her again.

“I will! Bye! Thank you!”

Maria disappears into the crowd.

Natasha watches her a moment, makes sure she smiles and waves at the driver of a small gray car before getting in and driving away. Safe.

It gives her just the little boost she needs to get to where she’s going.

It’s dark by the time she gets to her location. The windows of the house are dark and the barnyard is quiet.

The light flicks on, though, when she knocks on the door, and quick as she can blink she’s facing down the head of an arrow.

The archer doesn’t look surprised by her showing up in the middle of the night — in fact, he’s decidedly unsurprised. Natasha’s not sure why she thought he would be.

“Hey, Clint.”

“Hey, Nat. C’mon in, coffee’s on.”

notes:

yeah so as you may have noticed, this is one of my few multi-chapter fics, and this one chapter itself is pretty long. this chapter also took me about two months and three complete rewrites to finish. in my defense, 2k of almost pure introspection is pretty hard to do.

hopefully, the next chapters will come quicker 😬 i do have finals soon which should make me way more or less productive we’ll see

in all honesty though, this is my first fic i haven’t completed before publishing, so i can’t promise consistent updates. roughly 3 weeks would be my goal.

interesting factoid each comment increases my work speed by approximately 300% ;) thanks for the support, you all are great!

#ok this did not do that well on ao3 so any support will be much appreciated!#this is my first fic i haven’t written all the way through before posting #and im really worried about losing motivation #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel #mcu #fanfiction #fanfic #natasha romanoff headcanon #clint barton #melina vostokova #melina vostokoff #black widow family #widow fam #my fic #whump #it takes my line spaces out on the dash wtf i need those

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Make you cry like a baby girl (Natasha Romanoff/reader)

Summary: Natasha lost your trust, so to make sure you don't leave, she takes it upon herself to give you a baby. She makes you lose your mind, you realize how badly you've been behaving and look for a way to have your mommy back. She sees how good you're being and spoils you like the brat you are. Natasha realizes that you really want to be her little girl, so she starts treating you that way.

Warning: Noncon, dom/sub, semi-public sex, sex toys, mommy kink, fingerfucking, vaginal fucking, toxic, kidnapping, drugs, face-fucking, scissoring, breastfucking

Part: One - Two – Three.

The comments or reblogs are such a good serve tho. I hope you like it!

You were trembling. Your legs were, looking at her in front of you as if you didn't matter at all. You were naked after she had been ramming you hard with the strapon for several minutes, smacking your buttocks that were a raw red.

Since two weeks ago, when you had fallen under her tutelage again, your legs had not stopped burning. You had been so bad, you had gone and left her. You deserved that punishment. You deserved for her to break your little pussy.

You deserved her to take you to an apartment whose location you didn't know, far away from everyone. You deserved to be locked in that room every time she wasn't there, you deserved to just have to stay there until she gained your trust: but you really didn't know when that was going to happen. You deserved to wear those few clothes.

"Mommy, please" you begged in a choked cry. Her hands squeezed your tits, cupping and pressing. You felt her body go slack and you knew she had cum. It took her a few seconds to pull out of you, but you were still so tightly bound with your ass surrendered to her, you couldn't see anything but the marks on your arms and the sheets of the bed where you slept with her. If you even knew how rare it was not to, you were always forced to feel her hands on you all night.

"You know mommy's little girl, today is a big day" you even made an effort to look at her. You felt noises and then how she stopped opening the drawer. She untied your ankles and spun you around on the bed, slamming your back against the mattress and sitting on your pelvis, both skins colliding. You gasped and saw her smile "Always such a slut but unhelpful" she burrowed towards the counter and your throat went dry as she picked up a glass vial and syringe.

"What are you doing?" you stammered "No" you quickly denied.

She looked at you defiantly "Yes honey, I warned you and you still let me. I'm going to make sure you don't. Then I'll give you this every night for a couple of days..."

"What's that?" your body trembled, and you tried to move.

"If you move, I'm going to prick you bad little girl" she stirred on you again and you closed your eyes, and she quickly squeezed a part of your lower abdomen as she stuck the needle in.

...

You didn't know what it was until ten days later. Again, clinging to the bed. You knew that every time that happened, it was because it was going to be something you wouldn't tolerate. And you were afraid. Your breasts were surrounded by a black strap, squeezing them tightly. It hurt like shit, but it had still forced your legs open despite the little skirt.

It wasn't on you, she hadn't touched you all day and barely looked at you. This time, she had come into the room and sat against the back of the bed. She had forced you to lay your head on her legs and she was dressed: you were fucking confused. "Do you want to know something about me, little girl?" her hands caressed your clavicles. You looked into her eyes and nodded, knowing it was the best you could do for her "I'm Russian, and as much as I avoid it, I have roots in me. Therefore... I have to admit that I'm a bit conservative when it comes to various things" her eyes seemed to get lost in your breasts which were definitely reddening. "And after thinking about it for a long time, I thought I had to make a choice." her hands went up to your face, and her fingers played with your lips "It bothers me so much that I can't be the one to fill you today" your body shook completely "but someone has to help us to be able to be a nice family, so I opted for the traditional way" No. No. No.

"No, mommy, please" you denied, because a part of you wished those words had been nothing but words, and you also wished that wasn't going to happen. You didn't. You didn't want that.

"Mommy invited two good men. And you're going to make good ones with them, because Mommy wants them to fill you up so much until they can help with the shots I've been giving you" your eyes watered, but she denied wiping the tears away with her thumbs "You're so young, you're going to take our babies so well" You stirred hard, denying and wanting to scream.

She invited them in, and fear entered you as two redheads entered the room "I picked them to have some of both, isn't that great?" her hands clenched your jaw, causing the screams to sound like gasps and you only looked at her, but your tears could drown in your eyes. She nodded toward both of you, but you moved. "I'm sorry" you watched as she tensed her jaw and a loud smack on your breasts caused you to stifle a gasp "Always being such a spoiled bitch, do you see the trouble you bring?" you watched as she reached out her hand and from the drawer pulled a pill. You denied, but with her hand on your jaw and forcing you to open it, she shoved the pill under your tongue as she held you.

And it was only a couple of minutes, where you could only watch and feel your nervous system disconnected, while you were filled so well and you had mommy's caresses.

By the time you woke up, you were so alone in that room but too conscious to feel the pain all over your body.

…

She had restricted things even more, and for example, she hadn't touched you for two weeks. You didn't know how desperate she could make you, how you wanted her to fill your face with tears.

Desperation gnawed at your veins, and you just wanted to pretend you didn't because you didn't want her to think you loved her, or that you wanted her.

Then, just when things couldn't get any worse, you were sitting on the couch when she walks by in a pretty dress. She didn't even look at you, just put down her cell phone to walk to the door. You turned your head in surprise at a possible visitor, and all you saw was a blonde girl standing there in a totally provocative outfit. You felt like throwing up, a lot. You wanted to vomit and scream when you saw Natasha let her in and pointed directly to the room.

You made contact with the blonde, but Natasha closed the door - securing it as usual so you couldn't get out - and ran her hand around the girl's waist. "Oh, her? She's just a spoiled brat, don't worry. She's not going to bother us. She's just got to be a good girl."

And you watched her walk away down the hallway, as if she no longer cared about you. Your eyes glazed over and you curled up on the couch. It was bullshit. Why was she treating you like this? Had you done something wrong? You opened your mouth slightly listening to the kisses, the little gasps and a noise from the bed: she was doing it for fun, she had taken care to leave the door open. And seconds later, you could only hear her moans. You gasped in frustration, feeling your center getting wet. You wanted the touch, you wanted it to fill your eyes with tears.

You stirred on the couch and only closed your eyes when your heel brushed against your part. You did it for a few more minutes, and aware of the satisfaction you had just imagining Mommy touching you and fucking you, you realized you could give yourself some love. You sat on the armrest of the couch, with each leg out to one side. You gasped at the leather bumping against your lips, and grabbed the remote control to turn up the volume. Without much else, you let the couch fuck you, moving against it and letting out little moans when any part rubbed against it.

Your bubble ended when you felt hands on your neck, and you knew it wasn't your imagination. When you opened your eyes quickly, you saw her angry and confused face "What the fuck do you think you're doing, brat?"

"I- mommy "you closed your eyes, releasing the liquid before her hand wrapped around your neck.

"Damn, is that easy for a spoiled brat to come after a few weeks?" your eyes glazed over again as you looked at her.

"Mommy, please."

"What do you want?"

"Fuck me, fuck me hard" you stammered, choked with arousal and feeling like you could slide into the leather.

"Why do you want me to fuck you?" you saw the seriousness in her. And her hand squeezed your neck tighter "Answer me brat."

You let your eyes release the tears "Oh mommy, I need you" you watched as her face softened, but her grip was still hard. You slid a little further down the leather couch, closing your eyes "I need you to break my little pussy, I need you to eat all of me and I need you to take my breasts. I want you to suck all of me" you gasped" ah- mommy, please. I'll take all of our babies without moaning, please."

With a strange force, she sat down on the couch and when you noticed, you were on one of her legs, You felt her bare skin on your already wet and bubbling center. You saw her little startled face. "All our babies?"

"I will be your mistress. I swear."

"And how do I know you won't lie to me?" you swallowed spittle, bringing your hands to her bra and only pulled out the left nipple. She lay back fully on the couch, disengaging from any grip on you and not touching you. You slid down her leg, taking advantage of your wetness. You moaned, but put both hands on her thighs and leaned into her.

"Mommy, I want to be your baby. I-I want to be your little girl carrying your babies. I want to cry and throw tantrums so you'll get mad, so you can teach me not to be a brat" you brought your mouth to her nipple and took it fragilely, sucking lightly. When you went to pull away, you felt her hand on your head and how she clutched you to her. You began to deepen your mouth, taking as much of her breast as you could as you moved your body back and forth.

"Oh babygirl, I'm going to make you cry like a baby and feed you until I fill you up."

...

Now, she was considerate and gave you everything you needed. Even the tears but it was okay, you could tolerate it. And as if she understood your request, she also started to work. You watched her taking pills and massaging her breasts, and it really just made your mouth water: you enjoyed doing it so much and how she caressed you for being such a good girl.

A week after that, you were kneeling on the bed waiting for her to come into the room. You had complained that you had been feeling bad, and since you were acting like a little girl-something you had noticed she was liking-you simply waited for her to take over.

You had eliminated your rational side and now you just wanted to be her whore. You had nothing but her, she was the only one who made you feel good and showed you love. And no matter how late she came, she was always going to fuck you so good.

"Where's mommy's little girl? "her voice made you look at her coming into the room. "Look at you so pretty" she whispered approaching the bed and called you over to the edge of the bed. You did, again sitting back on your heels and watching her curiously. She however ran her hands down your uniform and unbuttoned the two little buttons. "Mommy is so proud of you" you bit your cheek "Mommy is so happy to know you've taken to her babies so fucking well" her eyes lit up "and I'm glad you realize we're going to be very happy."

"I'm pregnant?"

"Yes little one. Now you're going to have to be very careful and pay a lot of attention to mommy. You're going to have to be very good girl" you stirred with a smile settling more on your heels. "Mommy has a treat for you" she bit her lip as she ran her thumb across your lips.

"Mommy is going to fuck me?" you moved your hands up towards her blouse, aware that she no longer minded you touching her. Your center began to throb.

"Do you want Mommy to fuck you?" she lowered her hands stroking your hair as she looked down at you. You nodded, feeling the throbbing in your center "How do you want me to fuck you?" you pulled down her blouse, insistently.

"I want mommy to fuck me" you whispered, blushing. She denied, taking your cheeks in her hands.

"You don't have to be ashamed of loving Mommy. And since you've been so good, mommy is going to spoil you a little" I smiled "But first, you have to do something" you shook your head to the side, confused. She walked over to your side of the bed and sat down, leaning back in the bedroom. With her finger she called out to you and you slid into her. She patted her thighs and you sat with both legs to the side, looking into her beautiful green eyes. Fuck, she was so cute, why hadn't you appreciated all she could do for you before?

You watched as she pulled back her t-shirt, leaving in a bra. You bit your lip and stirred in her lap, restless. She removed the bra as well, leaving her two perfect, large breasts. "Come on, eat mommy" you nodded, snuggling your chest into her and taking the left breast. She leaned back and as if you were a spoiled child, you brought your hand towards her breast. You stifled a slight cry and pulled away to look at her as a liquid poured out of her. You saw her smile and how she brought her hand towards your face. "I've been on a medicated, it worked" she reassured you and you fiddled with that somewhat sour taste on your palate. "Come on little one, I'm sure you're hungry."

Your skin bristled, but you only nodded to return to her.

You began to drink her colostrum, and felt her hands caress your hips. Sucking on her breasts, she slid her hands up your thighs. You parted them, letting out a sigh with her tit between your teeth. She quickly pulled the foul fabric aside and gave a hard slap "Don't bite mommy or you'll go without food."

You brought your hand to her other nipple to play with, feeling her hand move down to your slit. She stroked it down its length and you moaned into her tits. 'See how we could be so happy, my baby?'

You broke away, only you didn't neglect the nipple and rubbed your nose "Sorry mommy, sorry for being so stupid."

"Yes, you have been so stupid. But mommy isn't mad anymore, she's relieved that you understand how important you are, how pretty you look to me and how happy I can make you. Mommy gave you a baby, now you're not going to have to be alone every time I have to leave" her fingers caressed your lips and you just fiercely dipped your mouth back onto her nipple, soaking your lips. You were jumping for joy that she had done that for you.

"You can stay with me forever. I don't want you to leave" you whispered in complaint but your mouth took more than just her nipple as her fingers frolicked at your center.

"Oh, look how wet I got you" her voice rumbled in your chest, totally satisfied. Two of her fingers began to play, she even slipped them in and made you throw your head back, moaning.

She smiled sweetly as she watched you, took her thumb to wipe the residue that fell from your face and brought it to your mouth. You took her thumb into your mouth, being able to her other two fingers she had just pulled out of you sticky. "When Mommy's breasts hurt from her milk, are you going to help me?" you nodded without speaking, with her thumb in your mouth. "Mommy will do that with you too when your breasts are heavy. When you are full of milk, Mommy is going to help you" she brought her other two fingers with your leftovers closer and you sucked on them. "Come on little girl, mommy is going to fuck you.”

You stirred, pulling away, anxious to take everything she was going to give you this time. You knelt in front of her, watching as she took her wet fingers to suck on them. "Do you know what mommy is going to do?" you denied playing with the hem of your little skirt. She leaned towards you and stroked your cheek with her thumb "Mommy is going to fuck your whole body."

"And what can I do for you?"

She ran her place across your lips "Lay down and open your mouth wide, because it will be the first thing I will fuck" you gasped and nodded, laying back on the bed. She smiled at your submission and withdrew her lower half to sit on your chest. You sighed at the recurring weight and her center crashing against your skin, feeling the wetness collide with you. Her legs on either side of your body could almost collide with your nipples. She rested one hand on your tit and another slid it down your face. You felt two of her fingers stroll across your lips and without much detour, she took it upon herself to enter them. You sucked on them like a little girl, salivating around them and letting the drool spread outward, dripping down your chin.

Her wetness was warming your chest and your legs had begun to move desperately, but you felt the lack of touch when she lifted her hips. Her fingers pulled away from your mouth and it was quickly supplanted by her pussy. You opened your mouth in desperation and sucked, however she rubbed until she brushed your nose against her clit. You could barely breathe, but you took every thing: you felt her moans, and all you did was slide your tongue around. It didn't matter what you did, because she was going to rub herself all over your face anyway, sliding her fluids from your mouth to your nose, your cheeks and cheekbones. And every time you gasped against her skin, you heard her moan. "That little mommy's little thing. Take mommy," and when you felt you were in control, she pulled away and lowered her hips. You moaned, but stifled a faint squeal of pain as her weight fell back on your right breast "Oh, does it hurt?" you nodded but stirred when her wetness dipped your nipple and just like that, like that, she rubbed again "So.... Mommy stop fucking your big tits?" her words pounded in your head.

"No mommy! ah- mommy, hard. Come!"

"But Mommy doesn't feel satisfied." her circling movements seemed to squeeze your breasts. "But maybe if I go down to your little pussy and fuck it, maybe Mommy can cum inside you."

"Please, Mommy. Cum inside me" Her circling motions were making you start to get frustrated. "Oh mommy, please, your baby wants to feel her mommy up close."

She gasped "Honey, now will you use our little baby? "that seemed like enough, because it didn't take her long to think about it and entangle her legs between yours, touching both centers and start rubbing herself hard in you. Minutes later, you felt liquid seep between both legs, and it was both yours and hers.

As you took a breath, she lay down next to you, turning to look at you. "Look at me, baby" you did, lying on your side to see her. You blinked at the light dimming before her body. She brought her hand up to your face and began stroking her fingers "Mommy's going to have to leave early tomorrow, and I'll be back for the night" you pouted with your lips "but by the time I get back, I'll be sure to do something with you. I'd like you to prepare something for dinner, something surprise maybe" her somewhat stranded fingertips caressed your cheekbones "I'm going to find a nicer house, so we can get started on our babies. First this little one, then the others" you bit your lips.

"Are you going to fuck me too much for that, Mommy?" you felt her throat throat throat clearing.

"Do you really want to be my little baby, do you want to do it like this?"

You saw the seriousness in her tone "Yes mommy, I want it to be you. I want to be your little baby that waits for you every time you leave, I want to be your little girl that gets fucked everywhere. I want you to give me toys and fuck them thinking of you every time you leave me alone. I want to give you all your babies" she swirled her legs, caught up with your words.

She nodded "And you're such a good girl because of that" she nodded caressing the skin of your lips. "Mommy is going to make sure you are a very bratty, spoiled, happy little girl" her hand moved down to your bare hip and caressed. "Come on sweetie, drink your milk to sleep" you nodded clinging to her, and hugged her to take her breast and bring your mouth to her.

And little aware of the reality outside, you let her feed you until you fell asleep with her teat in your mouth: it's okay, you were being her baby and she was doing everything to make you happy.

"My little starling" ran her hand through your hair.

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