#alexi shostakov

[eponastory]

"Your idiocy triggers my deep cover mode."

- Bucky Barnes aka Winter Soldier

God I can't wait for Thunderbolts.

[why-i-love-comics]

Thunderbolts #4 (2024)

written by Jackson Lanzing & Collin Kelly art by Geraldo Borges & Arthur Hesli

[towritecomicsonherarms]

Thunderbolts #4

[joezy27]

HAWKEYE - Clint Barton vs Ronin

Widowmaker (2010) #1 Variant cover by Paul Renaud

[friendstolobsters]

Made myself sad thinking about Winter Soldier in the Alexi AU. Like just them meeting again and Alexi shouting out to his Coney Island Hero and Bucky just being blank and them fighting and ahhhhh

[bonniebirddoesgifs]

Bonniebirddoesgifs:

Natasha Romanoff, Melina Vostokoff, Alexi Shostakov & Yelena Belova (MCU) - Credit if using

[daydreamerdrew]

Amazing Adventures (1970) #1 and Black Widow: The Coldest War (1990) and Black Widow (2001) #1

[comicsiswild]

The Marvels (2021) #3

[tllgrrl]

This poster makes my mayhem-loving heart very happy.

* * *

John Walker/US Agent: “What the hell is that in the mask?”

Ava Starr/Ghost: “Am I gonna have to choke a bitch out?”

Alexi Shostakov/Red Guardian: “Pochemu on v pizhame?? Such disrespect!” (“Why is he in pajamas?”)

Antonia Dreykoff/Taskmaster: “Vy nakhodites’ v modem lichnom prostranstva—“ (“You’re in my personal space!”)

Bucky Barnes: “What the hell? Babysitting these…man, I’m too old for this shit.”

Yelena Belova: “ Val can screw herself. I’m going to go work at Bergdorf Goodman.”

Bob/Sentry: “Ow!”

Marvel Studios’ Thunderbolts* (2025) Official Poster

[stressedbeetle]

If Bucky, Yelena, taskmaster and Alexie don't speak in russian to keep secrets from John Walker I will be so disappointed

[why-i-love-comics]

Thunderbolts #4 (2024)

written by Jackson Lanzing & Collin Kelly art by Geraldo Borges & Arthur Hesli

[towritecomicsonherarms]

Thunderbolts #4

[gammacousin]

Natasha Romanoff: “Okay, so what the Walters are a little, sophisticated.”

Melina Vostokov: “You admit it, we are better.”

Natasha Romanoff: “Doesn’t matter. You’ve got to do the family thing. For Bruce. For me…indirectly.”

Melina Vostokoff: “I will be my charming self.”

Alexei Shostakov: “Here! It is a gift for them.”

Natasha Romanoff: “…This is a coupon for 50 cents off jello, dad.”

Alexei Shostakov: “It is Poop-on Coupon!”

Melina Vostakov: *laughing*

Natasha Romanoff: “Okay you know what, at least you two are getting along.”

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

apologies for having to be really annoying but i need to post my tags again since it looks like they'll save? but if they disappear in an hour i'll just die then

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Do You Trust Me?

Mob!Boss Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Gunplay (unloaded weapon but reader is unaware), Knifeplay (blade against skin, no injury), Power dynamics and control, Consensual kink involving fear play, Explicit sexual content, Mob violence references

Authors notes: Mob Boss!Nat having the darkest kinks but being so soft with you is my new kink

You knew what you were getting into when you fell for the infamous Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff. The recently appointed head of the Russian Mob.

She showed up at the bar you work at and started flirting. You knew who she was; of course you did. Everyone knew the Empire that Alexi Shostakov built and his two adopted daughters that would take over.

You let her schmooze you up. She kept insisting on being at the bar, keeping her eye on you, talking to you about everything and nothing. She made the shifts fly by and walked you home when you insisted on walking instead of letting her drive you home at 3am.

You never felt scared with her; she always made you feel safe. When she asked you out the first time you actually laughed in her face. The guys at the bar paled as you laughed at the deadliest woman probably in the country.

“Oh you're serious Tasha.” You realize as she just stares at you and you see a hint of hurt in her eyes. You reach out, gently cupping a cheek of hers, brushing your thumb across her smooth, cool, pale skin. “I didn't mean to laugh. I thought it was a joke.”

“Why would I joke about that?” her brows furrowing together and you can tell she wants to pout.

“I'm sorry. I'd love to go on a date with you Tasha.” You feel butterflies in your stomach as she smiles with her perfect teeth and those green eyes that remind you of the perfect spring day in a meadow. Her eyes always calmed you, they were reassuring in a way that the outside appearance of Mob Boss was just that and there was more to her than what she showed the world. This was something only for you.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Tasha loved fucking you in missionary. Her reasoning was that she,

“Fuck I love that fucked out look detka. All because of me?”

She'd always say it. It was like she needed to before she was filling you up. Your eyes rolling back only makes her keep going.

Then one day when you think it's going to be the same thing she stops and pulls back.

“Y/N, I'd like to try something…well it's something I like, but it's pretty intense so if you say no it's totally fine.” she seems nervous and you reach out to reassure her.

You looked into her eyes, searching for what was making her uneasy. The glint in her eyes was more than just the lust you were used to seeing. It was something darker. More raw. You stroked her cheek, your hand steadying her. “Tell me what it is, Tasha. We can try it. You know I trust you.”

Her hesitation melted as your words sank in. With a breath, she nodded, then leaned down to kiss you again, but this time it was more forceful. More demanding. As her hand reached beside her, you felt something cool press against the side of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine as the sensation registered—metal, sharp but careful.

A blade.

Your breath caught, and instinct told you to pull back, to question, but the wave of arousal that followed overwhelmed any fear. Natasha’s cock pressed against your entrance, sliding in smoothly as her weight settled over you. The blade remained at your throat, just a whisper away from breaking the skin, but somehow it made you feel more alive, more connected to her than ever before.

“Is this okay, detka?” Natasha’s voice was low, vibrating with need, her eyes dark and hooded as she watched for any sign of discomfort.

You nodded, feeling a flood of arousal at the danger of it all. “Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Tasha.”

She grinned, her lips brushing against your ear. “You’re so fucking perfect for me,” she murmured as she began to move, her thrusts slow and deliberate, letting the blade tease against your skin. “All of this—just for me.”

Her words sent you spiraling. She controlled everything about this moment—the pleasure, the danger, and you loved her even more for it.

Natasha’s thrusts slowed, her eyes locking onto yours with that same dangerous glint. You were completely wrapped in her presence, your body surrendering to the way she claimed you with every movement. But then, without warning, she shifted again.

You felt the blade lift from your throat, and for a moment, relief washed over you—but only for a second. The cold, hard sensation of metal returned, but this time, it wasn’t a blade. It was heavier. Solid.

A gun.

Your breath caught as Natasha pressed the barrel against the side of your head, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Don’t move," she said softly, her voice low, seductive, and filled with something dark that you had never heard before. "Unless you want to find out what happens."

A shiver ran down your spine as your body clenched around her, the fear mixing with arousal in a way you couldn’t explain. You were fully aware of who Natasha was, what she was capable of. And yet, you trusted her. Completely.

But right now, that trust felt like a game—a dangerous, thrilling game where she held all the cards.

“I don’t want to hurt you, detka," Natasha murmured, her hand firm around the grip of the gun as she slowly slid deeper inside of you. "But you’re going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you?"

You whimpered, your body arching beneath her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. The weight of the gun against your temple felt like a warning, like a challenge, and even though your logical mind screamed that this was insane, your body betrayed you. You were turned on—desperately so.

"That's it, baby. Stay still," Natasha breathed, her thrusts picking up pace. Her forest green eyes bored into yours, filled with raw hunger and something darker. "Fuck, you feel so good."

The gun didn’t waver, staying pressed against your head as Natasha drove deeper into you. Her free hand gripped your thigh, holding you in place as she pushed you further into the mattress. The mixture of pleasure, danger, and control swirled in the air, intoxicating you both.

"Do you feel that?" Natasha’s voice was a breathless growl now, her hips snapping into you harder. "Knowing that I could end it all right now, but I won’t. You trust me with everything, don’t you?"

"Yes," you gasped, your voice trembling with pleasure, fear, and need all at once.

The truth was, you did. You trusted her with your body, your life, and your heart. Even now, with a gun pressed to your temple and her cock driving you toward the edge, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. She owned you in every way.

What you didn’t know was that the gun wasn’t even loaded. But Natasha didn’t tell you that. She liked the way you looked at her, the way your body trembled, caught between fear and pleasure.

She liked owning you completely.