#nat are you SERIOUS
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Controversial take but I will never understand people who won't try fantasy. I know some readers prefer contemporary stuff and that's fine but when someone sees a book with a premise that interests them, they read the blurb and it's up their alley, and they say "pity it's a fantasy book" then they're just weird to me. Why close yourself to the ideas and worlds that you could potentially like because the love interest is a vampire? There are so many kinds of fantasy these days, not just the epic ones set in medieval times but also cosy, romantic, dark ones that focus a lot on characters, explore different cultures, aren't just a hero's journey with big battles and smelly warriors. There are spicy or angsty love stories for romance lovers, there are dangerous, sexy beasts for dark romance freaks, terrifying creatures for horror enjoyers, old time settings for historical fiction enthusiasts, all kinds of plots for contemporary fiction fans if you only try it. Or try paranormal books if you really need starbucks and phones to exist. Don't just turn down a little bit of magic.
#nat tries to write#I wound't have written this if I hadn't seen a comment under a book recommendation post that said exactly this:#âpity it's a fantasy bookâ#mate... allow yourself some fun and incredible#besides#it's not less possible to find out you're a witch than to fall in love with a mafioso-rapist who stumbled upon you in a coffee shop#please... be serious xD
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the double smirk?? soulmatism at its peak ngl
#they're always meant to be together like this is serious#look at them my parents mind you#natalie dormer#david oakes#nat and david#text post
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can you draw 36th US president lyndon b johnson?
yes but only 'cause i like the cut of yer jib
#checked your blog and i respect a person with a mission. godspeed#gave me a good giggle i hope you fill out your president chart soon#shoulda made it a funny but it's been a long day so you're getting serious mr b johnson#also my brother had a fixation on this dude. did u know he used to take meetings on the john. wild#nat's doodles#shitpost
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hi, my name is roman. i used to be a semi-popular winteriron blog, but now this blog is mostly dead. so. rip, gone but not forgotten. but i still get some pretty common questions so here's a one-stop shop for most of them as well as links to the important things.
My Tumblr Fic Masterlist
My Ao3
My (dead) WinterIron Discord Server
Did you write the Tony Stark wifi tower fic?
yes, i wrote that fic! it is by far the most popular thing i've ever written and it will probably outlive me.
I found that fic on [insert site here], do they have your permission?
probably not, no. i have found that fic everywhere. and i mean everywhere. pinterest, wattpad, facebook, instagram, tiktok, mediachomp, and so on. honestly, it's been years and i can't control or chase down every single copy and i have no interest in doing so. i don't love that it was stolen from me (especially on for-profit sites) but it just is what it is. it's a fanfic rite of passage to have your stuff stolen, honestly.
can i do a translation/podfic/write something inspired by one of your fics/posts?
yes! there is always a blanket permission to do any sort of transformative work with my work, especially my older stuff. if it sparks joy and creativity in you, run wild with it. i prefer to be credited, but honestly, i'm just happy to see my stuff still inspiring people.
will you ever write winteriron/mcu fanfic again?
well, you should never say never. but in this case, you might want to say never. i have very little interest in winteriron or the mcu in general outside of nostalgia, and i likely will never write anything substantial for them again. it's sad, i miss it too, but i just don't have that spark for marvel these days. mostly i write dc comics fanfiction.
did you write [insert winteriron fic/post here]?
idk. maybe. probably. i wrote and posted a lot of things. you can scroll the tag on this blog to find all my old posts, some more popular than others. if you think it was me, chances are, it probably was. i got around a lot from like 2018 to 2020.
do you have a tagging system?
i used to but lord if i'm going to use it now. i don't even remember it, so your guess is as good as mine. tbh i just use tags as a place to ramble these days so navigating my blog is about as easy for you as it is for me. which is to say, it's not easy at all. because tumblr's search function is ass. i do know one of my old tags has my deadname in it. you'll probably find it if you look hard enough, but that is what it is.
are you going to revive this blog?
probably not consistently, no. if i have something i really want to say here, i'll say it, but i don't have much interest in maintaining this like i used to. i want to be able to, i miss posting here a lot, i just don't think it'll spark joy for me the way it used to, which sucks but that's just the way things go.
why did you leave this blog?
idk. life happened. i was an 18-year-old fighting chronic health conditions and mental health issues that led to me dropping out of high school so, tumblr sort of fell to the back burner, then got forgotten about entirely. eventually, i lost interest in the mcu as i felt the quality of it took a turn for the worst and i went back to dc, which i'm still into. i read some marvel comics, enjoy an occasional mcu project, but largely i just don't have the interest i used to. it sucks and i miss it, this blog probably kept me alive as a teenager. but now it's mostly just an archive of my past, and i'm okay with that.
can i talk to you/send you an ask/befriend you anyway?
sure, if you want, don't know if i'm good company though. but i'm always open to making friends and reminiscing about winteriron, marvel, and all that good stuff. i've gotta warn you though, tumblr fucking eats my DMs on this blog like no fucking business. i'm regularly fighting it. my discord is devilbonesofmetal if you wanna yell at me there, just say you're from tumblr.
#faq#about me#pinned info#personal#and that's all i got. i might change or add to this idk#and in case anyone asks: my pfp is winter soldier 2099#i think i'm the only person out there who's a fan of her but by god i love her.#keeping the old natasha pfp felt weird so i ditched it#mostly bc having read some black widow comics i can safely say mcu natasha was fucking wasted potential.#rip comics nat you would fucking hate your adaptation self#anyway#i'm very serious about the blanket permission thing pls go wild with my stuff i don't care.#honestly#you can just outright steal an idea from me if you want. be free.#the stuff on this blog is so old i have no possessive attachment to it#so go wild
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them adding a new tsumugi voice line where hes basically directly referencing the theming of both his and natsumes solos further implying theyre singing about each other is crazy enough on its own but what makes it even crazier is tsumugi literally sung about GIVING A GOODNIGHT KISS IN HIS
#whatever.#guys im serious when i say theres so much i could say about these solos#but i dont know how to cohesively frame it#and also when it comes to lyrics u can sometimes read it differently depending on what context the translator is reading it thru#but i dont speak japanese and i dont wanna accidentally spread misinfo#so alas. i have not spoken about it publicly#BUT KNOW. KNOW THERES ALOT OF MATERIAL IF YOU DIG#nat rambles
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lol my network has problems again so I turn off my google meet camera. when I asked a question everyone saw this:
#lol imagine me talking about serious accessibility issues in society#and all you see is nat spitting out lisaâs fish#shitpost#yellowjackets#natalie scatorccio
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The redsâ in flight entertainment
#you can tell who was serious about the question and who wasnât lmao#liverpool fc#harvey elliott#andy robertson#caoimhin kelleher#dominik szoboszlai#mo salah#kostas tsimikas#nat phillips#nat just out here being an intellectual#kaide Gordon#Harvey Blair#conor bradley#jarell quansah#wataru endo#tyler morton
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Maybe it's just me but I get the biggest ick when people call Natalie Scatorccio "Natty" considering that's what her father called her and he's the only other person in this universe to ever call her that as far as I recall.
#nothing takes me out of a fanfic quicker than seeing that word pop up#Natalie Scatorccio#Nat Scatorccio#Yellowjackets#serious post#I'm not calling out snyone specifically but this an issue for me personally that really keeps me from engaging in some of the content i see#my babies#mine#thoughts#yellowjackets discource#like unless it's used condescendingly i hate it#when it's a smut fic or fluff it's especially grating though#but like if you love her why would you call her something one of her abusers used to call her
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man h*rmes really just. did not have the tools to help m*teion properly process all that despair. and how could he! no one else had them (the flowers were always white!). but he cared about her. and he wanted her to go out and learn how to deal with despair and more (in the course of your long journey you will learn from those you meet. learn to walk and run and so much more). and itâs just so sad to me. if he knew how to handle his own despair, if he knew that everyone had to find their own reason for living, he wouldnât have needed to send her out in the first place.
#sorry about the asterisks but once i made a half joking post about v*nat and a few days later someone was talking about it in the tags like#i was serious. and if that happens to me again iâll implode so#anyway i think about this alllll the time đ like how could he help her!! he didnât know! and no one else gets it!#after ktisis they just wear him down saying over and over âyou can just remake those creatures that diedâ as if that were the point#until he just conformed to what everyone else did#the first time he ever saw the flowers change color for someone else was meeting the wol đ#anyway this is why iâm firm in my belief that if the ancients knew about m*teion and found a way to reach her they would not have treated#her the way we do. they were already being unkind to her before any of this happened bc they donât see her as a real person#btw speaking of not seeing someone as a real person you know who didnât see cori as realâ#[i am forcibly yanked offstage]#i need a text post tag#while i was trying to remember an exact quote i saw someone call him a hypocrite which is a whole other post iâll leave it at this for now
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can you die if you snort someoneâs ashes. asking for a friend.
#serious question btw#like letâs go full circle. letâs parallel the ear. i killed you and now youâll be part of me forever.#maybe she canât snort them but she needs to ingest SOMETHING.#soo excited to see all the freaky ways the remaining five mourn nat#*
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Eren writing his letters to Paradis: "I'm beginning to have doubts about Marley being all that different from Paradis. And that as much as anything else has lead to my drinking problem *completely misses when he takes a sip of water because the motherfucker poked his own eye out*
Eren is and shall always be the most dramatic of dumb dumbs with good intentions and awful execution. đ smdh
Like he really has no midway button. If he gonna do something it has to be balls to the wall EXTREME!! Honestly, with everything, cause even when learning to clean from Levi he went uber hard, right?
Eren "Never Chill" Jaeger
#answered asks#nonnie#i love that i went in reading this thinkin it would all be serious and you turned it around lol#thank you nonnie!#eren jaeger#aot#nat talks aot
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drive , just drive fast ! (Natasha)
đ«đ°đčđŹ đșđ°đ»đŒđšđ»đ°đ¶đ”đș||Accepting!!
Lizzie nodded, already feeling the lightning communicating with her car, and she zipped forward, a blur on the highway. "Are we heading back to the safe house Ma'am??" Keeping her eyes forward, and her expression neutral, she hoped that she wouldn't be caught out on rudeness.
@meaningful-negativity
#be careful what you ask for|| answered asks#and I'm totally serious here#Lizzie's like#I can't call her Nat!!#she's terrifying k!!!!!#so yeah#its all about respect atm!!#LOL!!#meaningful negativity
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am i lowkey having a crisis over that result? maybe
#mine#text#my thoughts#itâs nothing serious but holyyy fuuuuuck#i took it once more w/ slightly diff answers and got shauna again#took it AGAIN w/ even more deviation and got taissa#but i donât think hers rly fits me too well#i rly liked natâs and was hoping for hers but alas#but yeah#i try so hard to be a good person and everyone around me SAYS iâm âgoodâ but jesus#i just⊠i hate it so much when ppl refer to me as âpureâ or stuff along the lines of thag#you donât know what iâm capable of. iâm nice. sure. but iâm not pure#no one is imo#so for ppl to act like iâm some angel is just âŠ. ugh#idk#you donât know what iâm capable of!!!! you donât know my thoughts!!!!!!#anyway#hope you r having a good one LMAO#vents#iâll just add that#AND IT DOESNT EVEN MATTER. THIS DOESNT MATTER#ITS LITERALLY JUST A UQUIZ MADE BY A YJ FAN#ITS A FUCKING. YJ CHARAXTER#WHY THE HELL IS IT GETTING TO ME SO BAD#i try#i try soooo hard to be âgoodâ#and yet i get jack shit in return most of the time#i donât think im absolutely terrible i guess but. christ#i donât think i deserve most things i receive. and yet i want more
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I think one of the more interesting things I do when designing characters is give them a "public face." Whatever expressions they have on a ref sheet are the way I want people to perceive them at first glance, regardless of whatever they're actually like
#rnn.p#noticing that I do this w random standalone illustrations too#I have a doodle w jaes to practice hands that I'm procrastinating on coloring#and it's very much a Public Face pic#kendra's Public Face is angry and serious but she's a huge dork#nat's is. ehh well her entire thing is that she isn't very expressive so it's hard to explain#arielle's? it's exactly how she wants you to see her. confident. in control. ready to wreck things#but agagshshs I have a WC OC who I did colors for last night and her Public Face is so different from how she actually is in the script
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Toothbrush
© thewidowsledger 2024 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE
Pairings: Nerd!Natasha Romanoff x MILF!Reader
Word count: 5.2k
Tags | Warnings: +18, AMAB!Natasha, beefy and super nerdy Natasha, MILF!reader, reader is 39 and Natasha is 22, dating apps, Tony being a good and a bad friend at the same time, lying about age, reader has sons, dirty talk, switch r & Nat but more like a top!Natasha, breeding kink, mommy kink, breast sucking, riding, teasing, rough sex, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, fingering (r receiving), ghosting (kinda), unintentionally stealing clothesđ (?)
Authorâs Note: I know I said I am going to post this tonight but my daimonion is telling me to post this right now, lol. This fic is inspired from this request, but I changed it like a lot lot I guess...I hope it's fine for whoever requested itđ„č the title is inspired by DNCE's song: Toothbrush I am currently banging with this song for weeks now.
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âF-fuck please be bad Mommy.â Natasha whined.
âNo mommy wants to be bad to their babyâŠâ
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âWhat do you want Tony?â Natasha chuckled as she saw her best friend on her apartment door at 7 oâclock early in the morning, standing there holding a pizza box. âReally? Pizza? Early this morning?â
Tony rolled his eyes and pushed his way inside, shutting the door behind him. âWell, thank you for the warm welcome,â he teased. âBefore I go to my asshole of a fatherâs place, I want to do one thing. Something purposeful for you, my friend.â
Nat raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âAnd what would that be?â she asked, as she led him to the living room of her small apartment.
âLet me see your phone,â he said, taking it out of her hands.
âHey, wait!â the redhead protested, but Tony was already fiddling with it. âWhat are you doing?!â
âSetting up an account on a dating app,â he replied, typing away.
âWow. So this is your grand purpose? Setting me up on a dating app? Iâm touched.â She said sarcastically. She watched him, a box of pizza on his left hand and her phone on the other, seriously typing whatever it is that is asked to fulfill the accountâhe is really serious about setting her up on a dating site.
âYou gotta be kidding TonyâŠâ
âNope. Enough robotics Romanoff before you turn into one.â
Natâs eyes widened as she suddenly realized that she told Tony her plans. And a wave of regret washed over her. She had meticulously scheduled out her entire summer break even though it hasn't started yet, she intended to spend time working on her robotics project every single day of the summer break. But now, with Tony in the picture with her phone in his hands, she could already imagine the chaos that was going to ensue.
The dating preference section came up and Tony immediately, with no hesitations, clicked women. It had been common knowledge among their friends that Nat had a strong liking for girls. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the kind of women the app would likely recommend for her.
âLetâs make things spicy,â he said under his breath as he set the age range for Natashaâs profile.
With a few taps, he set the age preference to 30-50 years old. âYouâll thank me for this, Nat,â he said with a sly grin on his face.
Every time he and Nat would pass some women on the street, Tony would stealthily observe Natâs reactions. Whether it was a woman walking past them with her kids or a lady jogging in tight-fitting leggings who he was sure was around 35 to 40, the red head is drooling already. Tony had taken note of Natasha's undeniable interest in womenâwomen who are old enough to be her mother.
The last step came, he only needed to pick a photo of Natasha and it's all done and set up, ready to swipe left and right. So he went through her gallery to find photos of her, but her gallery is just full of screenshots about freaking science.
As Tony sifted through Natasha's gallery, his mood grew more impatient and bored.
âSeriously Nat, youâve got like a million screenshots of scientific articles and memes about space, and when you do actually take a photo, itâs of some historical artifact in a museum. This is like a grandmaâs photo albumâŠâ He grumbled, scrolling further.
âOkay, thatâs enough.â The redhead stood from the sofa but Tony backed away not even looking at her, too busy to smile like an idiot with whatever he saw on her phone.
âDamn, Nat,â he muttered under his breath, a smirk forming on his face. âI had no idea you were hiding this much muscle under those baggy clothes.â He came across a couple of mirror shots that Natasha had taken in the gym. In these photos, she was wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and some baggy shorts, showing off her muscular arms and strong physique.
Tony chuckled, his eyes still glued to the photos of Natashaâs flexing arms. âYeah, definitely milfs will absolutely love these shots.â
Nat couldn't help but blush, both at the compliment and at the mention of milfs. âYou really think so?â she asked, a hint of shyness in her voice.
âOh yeah, they would swipe right in a heartbeat,â he said, chuckling. âThese are juicyâŠâ
âOkay, you sounded perverted. Gimme thatâŠâ Natasha was finally able to get her phone back and Tony raised his hands in mock surrender. âHey, I was just trying to get some good pictures of you in there. You gotta give the ladies something to look at, you know?â
Tony watched as Natasha went through the app, âYou just need to click confirm, and itâs all set upâŠbut itâs still your choice. AndâŠI gotta go, momâs gonna call me.â
Natasha paused and looked at Tony with relief and confusion. She was grateful for the break in the conversation, but she also didnât want him to leave just yet. âOkay...go ahead. Canât keep mommy waiting.â She said jokingly.
âOkay now that sounded perverted coming from you, Romanoff.â Tony pointed a finger at her while walking backwards towards the redheadâs apartment door.
âIâm just kidding,â Natasha let out some giggles as she walked Tony off her apartment, âDonât kill your father, Tony.â
âIâll try not to, I canât believe mom wanted me to spend half of my summer with him. I love her so much that Iâll do anything she asks of me even though itâs spending some time with the man who hurt her.â
âYouâll be fine, just donât get your hand bloody like last time.â
Tony chuckled and saluted her back, then turned to leave. âI make no promises, Romanoff.â He sighed, Natasha just gently patted Tonyâs shoulder and when she was about to close her door, her best friend's foot stopped it from closing.
âGoodluck with the milf hunting.â
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For the next few days, Nat found herself thinking about the dating app and Tonyâs playful attempt to set her up. She would secretly open the app every now and then but couldn't bring herself to swipe in any direction. She thinks all these women are deserving to be dated, but she could only pick one of course.
Finally, one night, Natasha couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She sat on her couch to browse through the potential matches. Sheâd take her frustration out on her pillow, mumbling to herself about how ridiculous this all was. But she continued, her heart raced as she began swiping through the profiles. Her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment as she came across various women who fit her preferenceâolder, attractive milf, thanks to her best friend who knew exactly what her type is.
As she read the bios, she couldnât help but be intrigued by some of their descriptions. They were confident, successful, and had a certain allure about them that made her even more flustered.
She should've swiped right to have more chances of winning like what Tony advised her, but Natasha continued swiping left through profiles. Yes, she noticed that the women she saw were undeniably beautiful, however, she wanted to see something different, that's why she started swiping left. It wasn't because she found them unattractive, but rather because they didn't quite match the image she had in mind.
She was so intimidated, all these women looks so powerfulâlike how women should be. So far she'd seen woman who's a pilot, CEO, business owners and many jobs that she for sure puts a lot of zeros on their bank accounts. Not that she didn't want that and she's definitely not opposed to the idea of being a sugar baby, but...she wanted someone who's simple, domestic yet can lead her.
Each profile she scrolled through brought a mix of excitement and anxiety, yet curiosity pushed her to keep searching for that one woman who would make her heart skip a beat.
âY/N, 39 years old, mother of two, loves gardening, sketchingâŠâ she read to herself, trying not to blush as she looked at your photo. Most women she had seen in this app either had a picture with the Eiffel tower or a selfie inside the high premium carâno offense, she loved everything old women do but you, you had a picture of yourself in a beautiful garden she thought was in your place, surrounded by lush greenery. Your genuine smile and a sparkle in her eyes stood out to Natasha.
âJust 4 hours drive away from hereâŠâ
Natasha's heart raced as she nervously swiped right on your profile, her hand trembling a little. The moment she did it, she immediately slammed her phone shut and threw herself onto her bed, her heart pounding in her chest.
The thought of you potentially seeing her profile and possibly matching with her made her stomach flutter. The redhead buried her face into her pillow, unable to wipe the redness of her face.
She stood and immediately put on her glasses to distract herself from the constant nervous feeling of seeing a notification from the app, Natasha threw herself into various activities to keep her mind occupied. She deep cleaned her apartment, organized her cluttered drawers, and even got started on her robotics project.
Days passed, but there still wasn't any notification from the dating app. And Natasha actually forgot about it, the robotics project she's working on consuming and occupying every time she had for the day.
Natasha was deep in thought, working on her project, when the sudden notification sound from her phone jolted her from her focus. Startled, she picked up her phone, expecting it to be an email from the agency she applied for an internship or her sister asking for some 5$ on cash app.
However, when she looked at the screen, her heart almost jumped out of her ribs when she saw the dating app icon. She shakingly and immediately opened it.
You: Hi dear
Natasha found herself biting her lower lip, wrestling with her thoughts. Sheâd faced down debaters, cracked numerous codes, and aced countless exams and quizzes. But responding to a simple âhiâ from an older woman had her completely flustered. It was a ridiculous feeling, but she couldn't deny the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of conversing with you.
She typed and deleted various responses, unsure of what to say, until finally, she decided on something simple yet respectful at least.
Natasha: Good evening, how are you?
You: Iâm good, just finished cooking some dinner. You?
Natasha: I haven't eaten anything yet, I was working for a project.
You: That's not good for your health and for those massive muscles of yours.
Natasha felt her cheeks grow warm as she read your reply about her muscles. Tony was indeed right when he said milfs will definitely like those. She hadn't expected you to notice that detail, but reading it brought a smile to her face.
Natasha: Massive muscles? I think you're exaggerating a bit.
She typed, trying to downplay your compliment, yet secretly loving the attention.
You: Exaggerating? Not one bit, love. Your biceps are godlyđȘđ„
You responded, clearly amused by her attempt to deny your compliment.
Natasha felt her heart rate increase at your playful banter and the cute emojis you used. She couldn't help but feel the pain of her cheeks from smiling with your attention and the nicknames youâre calling her.
Nat: Thanks :)))
You: SoâŠwhere exactly do you live in Brooklyn?
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âY-you should... probably stop thatâŠâ she whispers, her voice barely audible. âI-I'm not... I'm not good atâŠâ
You slowly start to grind your hips against Natasha, feeling her body tense up beneath you. Her eyes dilate, and she licks her lips nervously.
Despite her protests, you continue to grind against her, feeling her hips instinctively buck up to meet yours. Natashaâs face turns a deep shade of red, and she lets out a soft whimper as she feels herself getting hard beneath you. âP-please... stopâŠâ
And you did, you pause, lifting your hips away from her but you were still straddling herâkneeling straightly where your tits were right in front of her. Natasha whines softly at the loss of the friction, her hips bucking forward as if seeking more. You smirk mischievously, leaning in close to her ear. âIâm stopping because my baby told me to. Mommy has to listen to what her baby says, mommy doesnât wanna be bad.â
âF-fuck please be bad Mommy.â Natasha whined.
âNo mommy wants to be bad to their babyâŠâ
Natasha lets out a frustrated whine again, her hips bucking forward again as she chases the friction she was just denied. âB-but... Mommy... it feels so goodâŠyouâre so goodâŠâ she whimpers, her eyes filled with need and puppy-dog sadness. âPlease... just a little moreâŠâ
You slowly unbutton your top, revealing your bra. Natashaâs eyes flick down to your chest, watching intently as you unhook the bra and let it fall to the floor. Your bare breasts come into view, you guide Natashaâs face to your chest, gently cupping the back of her head. Her mouth parts slightly, and you can feel her warm breath on your tits. âBe good and suck Mommyâs tits,â you whisper, your voice laced with desire.
Natasha like a good baby she is, eagerly obeys, pressing soft kisses to your breasts. She kisses and licks, her touch gentle and reverent. You can hear her breathing grow heavier, feel her body tensing as she gets more aroused.
âThat's it, baby. Be so good for MommyâŠâ
Her mouth finds your nipples, and she begins to suck and lick enthusiastically. She moans against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. You can feel her hands gripping your waist tightly, her nails digging in slightly.
She continues to suck and lick your peaks, her cold glasses press against your warmth against the skin of your breasts, the temperature difference sending goosebumps across your flesh. You moan softly, your fingers tangling in her hair to keep her head in place as she paid attention to both of your tits.
After several minutes of shared attention on your tits, you guide Natasha's face back up to yours. You lean down and press a soft, passionate kiss to her lips finally settling back down to her lap feeling her hard once again.
Your hands gently stroking Natashaâs braided hair. You reach out and slowly move your hands towards her shorts, immediately feeling her hard cock through her boxers. Her eyes widened as he realized what you're doing. You then pulled out his cock spring free.
âGuess whoâs being bad, hm?â
âPleaseâŠp-please mommy.â
You carefully shifted to position yourself on Natashaâs pointing cock. You guide her hands to your hips as you slowly lower yourself onto her. You can see the shock and pleasure on her face as you envelope her with your warm walls. âY/NâŠâ she stammers.
âThatâs not my name baby.â
âMommy, please!â
You bit your lower lip and began to move, taking her in and out of your warmth, Natashaâs head lolls back, her mouth opening in a silent 'O' of pleasure. Her hands on your hips tighten, her fingers digging in slightly. âIt's...it's so tight, MommyâŠyouâre soâŠâ
âMhm, yeah?â You pant condescendingly, âMommyâs what baby?â
âSo good! So tight!â She cries.
âOh yeah?â
You lean down, your breath hot against her ear. âThat's because Mommyâs special hole is made just for my special baby. Only for youâŠâ You punctuate each phrase with a slow thrust, taking her deeper.
Natashaâs breathing grows faster, her chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. Her hips buck upwards to meet your slow, languid movements. âMommy...it...it feelsâŠso goodâŠâ she moans softly, her voice barely a whisper. âI... I think I'm... I'mâŠâ
âAre you good?â You asked, but the redhead didn't answer, her eyes shut closed behind her fogged glasses and was too focused on her pleasure and you loved it.
âAre you good, Natasha?â Now you calling her on her first name caught her attention.
âY-yesâŠâ
Your hands gripped her shoulders as you continued to ride her. âThen hold it, baby. If you're good youâre going to hold it until Mommy says you can comeâŠâ You increase the pace slightly, your own pleasure building as you feel him throb inside you. âThat's it... just hold onâŠâ
Her face scrunches up in concentration, her hands bruising your waist. âM-Mommy... it's...it's too much...I can't... I can't hold itâŠâ she whines pitifully, his voice filled with need and desperation. âPleaseâŠâ
âNo, baby. You hold it. You can do it. Mommy knows you're strongâŠâ You lean back further, grinding down onto her, your abdominal muscles flexing, âand youâre good, you can do it baby.â
Natasha lets out a high-pitched whine, her body trembling as she tries her best to obey. âI-I'm trying...Mommy...I'm trying to be goodâŠâ her body stiffens, her back arching slightly as she struggles to hold back.
You lean in close, your voice dropping to a low, soothing tone. âThat's my baby... You're doing so well... just a little longerâŠâ
Her face flushed with heat, her pupils dilating as she watched you with an agape mouth, riding her. Suddenly, her expression turns defiant.
âFuck...maybe I wanna be bad,â she grips your hips tightly and begins to thrust up into you, ignoring your command. âFuck, mommy I wanna be bad.â
Youâre taken aback by her sudden defiance, your eyes widening in surprise. âNatasha... baby, no...oh! â Your voice trails off as she continues to thrust into you deliciously.
âShit baby, fuck youâre so strong!â
So now, it's you who's trying to hold back, but Natashaâs sudden burst of strength is overwhelming. She's too powerful, too determined. Her thrusts become brutal, pounding into you with relentless intensity. You're trapped, pinned on top of her dominant form, unable to escape the force of her desires.
âNattyâŠbaby stopâŠâ
âI can't stop, MommyâŠâ she moans, her body tensing as she reaches her limit. âI... I'm gonna...I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come inside youâŠâ she throws her head towards your shoulder, her movements become erratic, her hips bucking wildly as she empties himself into you. You're left shocked, gasping, trapped on top of her as she finds her release.
âTurn around...get on your hands and kneesâŠâ
âWhaââ
Your shocked expression quickly turns into one of pleasure as Natashaâs dominant commands wash over you. You scramble to obey, turning around and dropping to your hands and knees. Natasha stands up, her hands gripping your hips as she holds you in place. âGood...my good girl... Now stay like thatâŠâ
As Natasha starts to move behind you, you feel a surge of emotion. Shock, awe, and a touch of humiliation mix together. You never imagined that she would take control like this, especially after sheâd seem like the one to submit. Now, the roles are reversed, and youâre the one being taken.
Natasha's grip tightens around your hips as he begins to thrust into you from behind. The angle is different, deeper, and you can't help but let out a moan. âYou like that, hm, Mommy?â she growls.
âYou like being on the other end, don't you?â she thrusts deep, her hips slapping against your ass. âAnswer meâŠâ her hand reaches around, finding your most intimate spot. âAnswer me or I'll stopâŠâ she teases you mercilessly.
âYesyesyes!â
Natasha suddenly pulls out, lifting you up and carrying you to the edge of the bed. She sits down, easily manhandling you over her lap. Your back rests against her chest as her hands held your thighs, keeping your legs wide open as she slides her cock back into your wetness.
She spreads your thighs wider, her knees pushing yours apart as she continues to pound into you. Her touch is unyielding, her rhythm punishing.
âHold your thighâŠâ she took your hand and put it to keep your thigh up. âHold...hold the other...hold bothâŠâ she commands, her breath hot against your neck. You comply, your hands gripping your thighs tightly as her strong hand comes down to string your throbbing clit.
âOh God...Oh God, Natasha...Please... I can't...I can't take it anymoreâŠâ Your cries fill the room, your tits bouncing as she pounded inside you.
You threw your head back against Natasha's shoulder, exhausted from your struggles. She reaches up, her hand cupping your jaw and turning your head. Her mouth descends on yours, swallowing your moans. Her tongue slips past your lips, dueling with yours as she continues to pound into you.
You try to wiggle away from her relentless touch, but a strong hand wraps around one of your thighs, pulling you back. âOh, no you don'tâŠâ Natasha's voice breathed in your ear, her hold was strong to keep your legs apart.
Her fingers never stop their relentless strumming on your clit and her cock pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
âCome for me, mamaâŠâ she whispers in your ear, her voice dark and commanding. âSquirt all over my cockâŠâ
Her words send you over the edge. With a loud cry, you laid your head on her shoulder, your body convulsing as you came undone. You squirt all over her, your juices gushing out as she continues to thrust into you.
âThat's itâŠâ Natasha's own release hits her hard. With a final, brutal thrust, she buries herself deep inside you, her body shuddering as she comes. Her hot seed fills you up, spilling out around her still-pulsating cock. You can feel her hot cum mixing with your own fluids, the combined liquid slowly leaking out of you. You can't help but moan at the sensation, your body continuing to spasm when her cock bumped accidentally in your clit.
âYouâre so good for me, mama.â
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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Blinking your eyes open, you find yourself alone in Natashaâs bed. You stretch, wincing slightly at the soreness between your thighs. A quick glance around the room reveals no sign of the girl.
You sit up, rubbing your temples as a wave of guilt and self-disgust washes over you. Post nut clarity hits hard.
âHow could I have been so stupid?â You chide yourself, your voice barely a whisper. âI drove four hours just to...to sleep with a stranger on a dating app.â
âAm I really that desperate for a good fuck?â you whisper harshly to yourself.
Panicked, you start searching for your clothes, but they're nowhere to be found. âWhere are my clothes?â You mutter, your heart pounding in your chest. Your gaze falls on a large, plain shirt draped over a chair. You grab the shirt, smiling as you read what was printed on it
âThe physics is theoretical but the fun is real.â
You quickly slip it on, the fabric swallowing you whole. It reaches down to your mid-thighs, the hem fluttering around your bare legs. You realize with a blush that you're not wearing anything elseâjust the shirt and your damp underwear.
You decide to take in the surroundings of the woman you slept with last night, it wouldn't be bad wouldn't it? The first thing you notice is how clean and organized Natasha's room is. The walls are adorned with intricate diagrams of solar systems, planets, and stars, each one meticulously labeled and colored. You spot a few custom-made lamps on the desk and shelves, their shapes resembling various celestial bodies that you thought she made herself.
The lamps cast a soft, warm light over the room, their glow mimicking that of distant stars. You see a bookshelf crammed with books on astronomy, physics, and electronics. A large whiteboard takes up one wall, covered in complex mathematical equations and diagrams.
Your gaze drifts downward, landing on a piece of paper on the floor. So you bend down to pick up the paper, smoothing it out on the table as you sit down. At first glance, it appears to be an application of some sort. Your eyes scan the page, taking in the details of information you see.
âNatasha...Alianovna Romanoff,â you smiled as her name tumbled out of your lips. âBeautiful name to moan to...â
âDecember 3,â you frowned, tilting your head slowly as you read the detail, â2002âŠâ you felt your heart dropped to your stomach.
â22 years old?â
A sound of footsteps and a humming echo from outside the room made you alarmed. Panicked, you gripped the paper and rush towards the door, slipping out just as it creaks open. And there you saw Natasha who was cooking some breakfast.
She looks up as you exited her room, her eyes widening briefly as she takes in your appearance. Your hair was a mess and you're wearing her clothesâher favorite one, the oversized t-shirt clings to the curves of your breasts, revealing the outline of your hardened nipples. The hem barely reaches mid-thigh, revealing your bare legsâand your nude colored panties she herself took off last night.
You march towards her, barefoot, brandishing the application paper like a sword.
âYou're 22?!â
âWhaââ
âYour bio says you're 28!â
âWhaâI-I didn't knoââ
âThat's bullshit!â
âAnd I was like...God! I slept with someone who's the same age as my sons.â You mimic the same line you said as you recall the events of what happened weeks ago, sharing every detail with Thena, your best friend. She was in fact, the one who told you to try going on a dating app.
âAt least you had a good fuck,â Your eyes widened with Thena's vulgar words but you hesitate for a moment before nodding, your face burning with embarrassment. Because, well, it's true...
âYeah...it wasâŠâ You trail off, unable to meet her gaze.
âGood? Good?â Thena asks pulling the words out of you as she noticed you being hesitant.
âShe was so gentle at first, almost shy...let me lead her but once she got going...whew!â You whistled softly, fanning yourself as you laughed.
âAnd you ghosted herâŠâ You pause mid-laugh at your best friend's reply, you felt like she just slapped the reality across your face.
âI...â you raised your brows, palming your chest as you looked at her, âI didn't, okay, I just left. What would you expect me to do? She lied.â You defend, leaning down to your chair as you glance at your best friend who was eyeing you like she knows all your secrets. And she does though, but not this one.
âShe's young, Thena,â you reason, âShe'll move on. She'll meet someone new.â You dismiss the idea of Natasha being hurt by your not so sudden disappearance with a wave of your hand. âIt's not like we had any emotional attachment or anything. Hell, maybe I am the third girl she had in her apartment that week. Who knows?â You chuckled humorlessly. You really wished you weren't.
âHm, just fucking.â
âExactly, just fucking,â you say, mirroring Thena's crude language. âWe both needed that at the moment.â You nod confidently, convinced that's all it wasâa simple physical need fulfilled, nothing more. But as you continue to talk, a small, secret part of you whispers that it was more than just a physical need. You felt a connection, a spark, something that went beyond the surface level. But you quickly silence that voice, deciding to keep your true feelings buried deep inside because there is no chance on getting back, you had deleted the app so there is no more way to contact her. But going to her place is a different conversation and there is no way in hell you're going to do that.
Sighing heavily, you rub your temples, trying to ward off the sudden headache that's formed.
âBesides, what would my sons think if they knew I was dating someone their age?â you muse aloud, looking at Thena with concern and embarrassment. âThey'd probably be disgusted, TheeâŠI swearâŠâ
âAt least you're not robbing the cradle or y'know. It's not like she's underage or anything.â
âOkay, enough, stop justifying her age. She still lied, which I didn't like. I wouldnât date someone who's the same age as my son and someone whoâs younger, period.â You said with a finality making your best friend laugh at your now serious face, sheâs really not used to you being like that.
âGosh, they wouldn't even let me date anyone,â you sighed, slumping back in your chair dramatically, making Thena laugh even harder.
âYouâve got some overprotective babies there.â Thena chuckles between giggles.
You can't help but agree with your best friend, nodding your head in agreement. âYeah, they are pretty overprotective. I swear, sometimes I think they forget I'm an adult too.â You smiled, remembering that your two sweet boys are coming home today for summer break.
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You are excited and all jumpy thinking that every sound you hear is a knock on a door.
You started preparing for their visit, tidying up your home and making sure everything was just right and in place, especially with their bedrooms. The clock ticked by, and soon enough, finally, you heard a real knock towards the door.
With a quick glance in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you went to the door to open it. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, and then swung the door open.
There they both stood, a cocky smile on their face as they greeted you with a casual âHey, Mom.â
âHello my babies.â You almost cried on the spot seeing your grown sons.
âWhatchu cookinâ mama?â your eldest, Mark asked, kissing your forehead before entering the house.
âYour favorite beefy creamy mushroom, baby!â You shout.
âI love you so much, âma!â
Before you could even reply, an arm wrapped around you in a tight embrace, and before you knew it, you were being lifted off the ground, your feet dangling in the air. You squirmed playfully, laughing as you tried to put your weight back down.
âPut me down, you little devil!â You scolded lightheartedly, playfully pushing against your sonâs broad shoulders, though secretly enjoying the sweet gesture of your youngest.
As he finally set you down gently, a wide grin still plastered on his face, he let out a sigh and looked at you affectionately.
âI missed you so much, mom.â
âI missed you too, Tony.â You cupped his cheek and pestered him with so many kisses making him giggle.
âI...uhh mama, I hope you wouldnât mind, I am sorry for telling this to you right now. But I brought a friend over, if thatâs fine?â you placed your hands on his shoulders, as he looked at you with his usual puppy-dog eyes, âI owe her big time, I was the reason sheâs heartbroken and why her favorite shirt is stolen.â
âYeah, yeah...â you nodded encouragingly to assure him that it's okay to have some friend over, and the mention of a stolen shirt made you laughâit was silly you thought.
âYeah, sure babyâŠyou caââ you trailed off, your world stopping as you saw the friend your son brought over, standing just few steps behind him.
The friend your son brought over was none other than the person who haunted your dreams every night, the same woman you shared a night with many weeks ago that gave you the most earth-shattering orgasm that not even their father could give.
And you found her looking back at you, her gaze trailing down the shirt youâre wearing that was in fact hers.
âMom, this is Natasha.â
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[TEXT] - Where are you???? nat to sampo pls
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[text] - Oh, hi Nat! I'm just in jail, you know? I slipped and next thing I knew, bam, Qlipoth Fort here I am!
[text] - Why? Do you need me? Miss me? Don't worry! I'll be back in the Underworld in a couple of hours with everything you asked for! I just needed a little nap and their cell beds are pretty comfortable~
[text] - See you later darling~ <3
#//he's in jail with his phone tho so you know it's not /that/ serious nat dw dw#screenviolense#muse;;sampo#ask;;answered
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