#natasha romanoff ( meme reply )

[siiinfully]

(For Natasha) Well, well, can’t believe I’m working with ANOTHER government agent.-V/SpiderWoman 2077 a meme/ask that @multi-muse-transect kindly sent

"Bad experience with a previous agent, I assume?" Not that either of their comfort levels was a major concern to her; what mattered to the former assassin was that they did their job correctly and with minimal to no casualties.

[ircnwrought]

HOUSE  OF  THE  DRAGON

❝ this is just what i need…a little adventure. ❞   //   @inaredflush​  (kate)  to  natasha  !!

__________✧      THE      KID’S      A      LITTLE      SPIRITED.      clint’s  words  play  in  the  widow’s  mind    &&    she  can’t  help  but  think  it’s  the  biggest    underestimate    of  the  century.      she’s  capable  to  be  sure,      an  archer  that  may  even  rival  natasha’s  oldest  friend,      yet  she’s  still  young.      a    kid.      with  back  pressed  into  a  corner,    the  widow  loads  a  new  clip  into  her  firearm    &&    looks  at  her  companion.      ❛    well  first  thing’s  first,      let’s    try    not    to    get    killed    on    this    little    adventure,      yeah    ??      &&    i’d    appreciate    if  we  keep  this  little    incident    between  us.    ❜      no    need    to    tell    clint    what    would    surely    bring    him    no    peace    of    mind.

[siiinfilled]

7 M/F (Archer) from @goddamnmuses​

Pretending to be husband and wife whenever they were assigned together on a mission was the easiest way to explain why they were almost always together. And since now, they were supposed to be ‘newlyweds’, it was only natural that they end up in newlywed activities. Natasha gripped Archer’s shoulder, one arm slid around the back of his neck. The hotel walls weren’t as thick as she would have liked, which was why she was doing her best not to moan out loud. But the more he lifted her up and then dropped her down onto his member, the more difficult it was for her to keep quiet. “D-don’t…don’t s-stop…” she whimpered, her teeth lightly nipping his earlobe.

[theirmadness]

I’m not wearing anything underneath. Want to see? / from valyria to natasha

meme status: accepting. meme source: uknown.

natasha's eyes are scanning the younger woman's body, focusing on her crotch area for a moment before she pulls back. she offers her a smirk, placing one hand behind herself over the back of the chair. she spreads her legs wider underneath the table, licking her lips. this is going to be a better night than she had initially thought. ❝ oh, please show me. ❞ for the most part, she was intrigued to see just how far this little minx was willing to push it out in public. natasha didn't have an issue fooling around in a public place, but... oh, valyria had this look about her. this good girl image. would she really do something so naughty? her eyes gleamed as she watched the girl, eager to see how far this little game of theirs would go. she's ready for it, regardless of what she chooses.

[thewidowsledger]

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 clothes👀 (?)

Author’s 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 it🥹 the title is inspired by DNCE's song: Toothbrush I am currently banging with this song for weeks now.

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⧗

“F-fuck please be bad Mommy.” Natasha whined.

“No mommy wants to be bad to their baby…”

⧗

“What do you want Tony?” Natasha chuckled as she saw her best friend on her apartment door at 7 o’clock early in the morning, standing there holding a pizza box. “Really? Pizza? Early this morning?”

Tony rolled his eyes and pushed his way inside, shutting the door behind him. “Well, thank you for the warm welcome,” he teased. “Before I go to my asshole of a father’s place, I want to do one thing. Something purposeful for you, my friend.”

Nat raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And what would that be?” she asked, as she led him to the living room of her small apartment.

“Let me see your phone,” he said, taking it out of her hands.

“Hey, wait!” the redhead protested, but Tony was already fiddling with it. “What are you doing?!”

“Setting up an account on a dating app,” he replied, typing away.

“Wow. So this is your grand purpose? Setting me up on a dating app? I’m touched.” 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 account—he is really serious about setting her up on a dating site.

“You gotta be kidding Tony…”

“Nope. Enough robotics Romanoff before you turn into one.”

Nat’s 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.

“Let’s make things spicy,” he said under his breath as he set the age range for Natasha’s profile.

With a few taps, he set the age preference to 30-50 years old. “You’ll thank me for this, Nat,” 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 Nat’s 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 women—women 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.

“Seriously Nat, you’ve got like a million screenshots of scientific articles and memes about space, and when you do actually take a photo, it’s of some historical artifact in a museum. This is like a grandma’s photo album…” He grumbled, scrolling further.

“Okay, that’s enough.” 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.

“Damn, Nat,” he muttered under his breath, a smirk forming on his face. “I had no idea you were hiding this much muscle under those baggy clothes.” 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 Natasha’s flexing arms. “Yeah, definitely milfs will absolutely love these shots.”

Nat couldn't help but blush, both at the compliment and at the mention of milfs. “You really think so?” she asked, a hint of shyness in her voice.

“Oh yeah, they would swipe right in a heartbeat,” he said, chuckling. “These are juicy…”

“Okay, you sounded perverted. Gimme that…” Natasha was finally able to get her phone back and Tony raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I was just trying to get some good pictures of you in there. You gotta give the ladies something to look at, you know?”

Tony watched as Natasha went through the app, “You just need to click confirm, and it’s all set up…but it’s still your choice. And…I gotta go, mom’s gonna call me.”

Natasha paused and looked at Tony with relief and confusion. She was grateful for the break in the conversation, but she also didn’t want him to leave just yet. “Okay...go ahead. Can’t keep mommy waiting.” She said jokingly.

“Okay now that sounded perverted coming from you, Romanoff.” Tony pointed a finger at her while walking backwards towards the redhead’s apartment door.

“I’m just kidding,” Natasha let out some giggles as she walked Tony off her apartment, “Don’t kill your father, Tony.”

“I’ll try not to, I can’t believe mom wanted me to spend half of my summer with him. I love her so much that I’ll do anything she asks of me even though it’s spending some time with the man who hurt her.”

“You’ll be fine, just don’t get your hand bloody like last time.”

Tony chuckled and saluted her back, then turned to leave. “I make no promises, Romanoff.” He sighed, Natasha just gently patted Tony’s shoulder and when she was about to close her door, her best friend's foot stopped it from closing.

“Goodluck with the milf hunting.”

⧗

For the next few days, Nat found herself thinking about the dating app and Tony’s 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. She’d 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 preference—older, attractive milf, thanks to her best friend who knew exactly what her type is.

As she read the bios, she couldn’t 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 powerful—like 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.

“Y/N, 39 years old, mother of two, loves gardening, sketching…” 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 car—no 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.

“Just 4 hours drive away from here…”

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. She’d faced down debaters, cracked numerous codes, and aced countless exams and quizzes. But responding to a simple “hi” 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: I’m 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 godly💪🔥

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 you’re calling her.

Nat: Thanks :)))

You: So…where exactly do you live in Brooklyn?

⧗

“Y-you should... probably stop that…” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I-I'm not... I'm not good at…”

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. Natasha’s face turns a deep shade of red, and she lets out a soft whimper as she feels herself getting hard beneath you. “P-please... stop…”

And you did, you pause, lifting your hips away from her but you were still straddling her—kneeling 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. “I’m stopping because my baby told me to. Mommy has to listen to what her baby says, mommy doesn’t wanna be bad.”

“F-fuck please be bad Mommy.” Natasha whined.

“No mommy wants to be bad to their baby…”

Natasha lets out a frustrated whine again, her hips bucking forward again as she chases the friction she was just denied. “B-but... Mommy... it feels so good…you’re so good…” she whimpers, her eyes filled with need and puppy-dog sadness. “Please... just a little more…”

You slowly unbutton your top, revealing your bra. Natasha’s 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 Natasha’s 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. “Be good and suck Mommy’s tits,” 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.

“That's it, baby. Be so good for Mommy…”

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 Natasha’s 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.

“Guess who’s being bad, hm?”

“Please…p-please mommy.”

You carefully shifted to position yourself on Natasha’s 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. “Y/N…” she stammers.

“That’s not my name baby.”

“Mommy, please!”

You bit your lower lip and began to move, taking her in and out of your warmth, Natasha’s head lolls back, her mouth opening in a silent 'O' of pleasure. Her hands on your hips tighten, her fingers digging in slightly. “It's...it's so tight, Mommy…you’re so…”

“Mhm, yeah?” You pant condescendingly, “Mommy’s what baby?”

“So good! So tight!” She cries.

“Oh yeah?”

You lean down, your breath hot against her ear. “That's because Mommy’s special hole is made just for my special baby. Only for you…” You punctuate each phrase with a slow thrust, taking her deeper.

Natasha’s breathing grows faster, her chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. Her hips buck upwards to meet your slow, languid movements. “Mommy...it...it feels…so good…” she moans softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I... I think I'm... I'm…”

“Are you good?” 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.

“Are you good, Natasha?” Now you calling her on her first name caught her attention.

“Y-yes…”

Your hands gripped her shoulders as you continued to ride her. “Then hold it, baby. If you're good you’re going to hold it until Mommy says you can come…” You increase the pace slightly, your own pleasure building as you feel him throb inside you. “That's it... just hold on…”

Her face scrunches up in concentration, her hands bruising your waist. “M-Mommy... it's...it's too much...I can't... I can't hold it…” she whines pitifully, his voice filled with need and desperation. “Please…”

“No, baby. You hold it. You can do it. Mommy knows you're strong…” You lean back further, grinding down onto her, your abdominal muscles flexing, “and you’re good, you can do it baby.”

Natasha lets out a high-pitched whine, her body trembling as she tries her best to obey. “I-I'm trying...Mommy...I'm trying to be good…” 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. “That's my baby... You're doing so well... just a little longer…”

Her face flushed with heat, her pupils dilating as she watched you with an agape mouth, riding her. Suddenly, her expression turns defiant.

“Fuck...maybe I wanna be bad,” she grips your hips tightly and begins to thrust up into you, ignoring your command. “Fuck, mommy I wanna be bad.”

You’re taken aback by her sudden defiance, your eyes widening in surprise. “Natasha... baby, no...oh! ” Your voice trails off as she continues to thrust into you deliciously.

“Shit baby, fuck you’re so strong!”

So now, it's you who's trying to hold back, but Natasha’s 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.

“Natty…baby stop…”

“I can't stop, Mommy…” she moans, her body tensing as she reaches her limit. “I... I'm gonna...I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come inside you…” 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.

“Turn around...get on your hands and knees…”

“Wha—”

Your shocked expression quickly turns into one of pleasure as Natasha’s 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. “Good...my good girl... Now stay like that…”

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 she’d seem like the one to submit. Now, the roles are reversed, and you’re 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. “You like that, hm, Mommy?” she growls.

“You like being on the other end, don't you?” she thrusts deep, her hips slapping against your ass. “Answer me…” her hand reaches around, finding your most intimate spot. “Answer me or I'll stop…” she teases you mercilessly.

“Yesyesyes!”

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.

“Hold your thigh…” she took your hand and put it to keep your thigh up. “Hold...hold the other...hold both…” 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.

“Oh God...Oh God, Natasha...Please... I can't...I can't take it anymore…” 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. “Oh, no you don't…” 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.

“Come for me, mama…” she whispers in your ear, her voice dark and commanding. “Squirt all over my cock…”

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.

“That's it…” 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.

“You’re so good for me, mama.”

⧗

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Blinking your eyes open, you find yourself alone in Natasha’s 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.

“How could I have been so stupid?” You chide yourself, your voice barely a whisper. “I drove four hours just to...to sleep with a stranger on a dating app.”

“Am I really that desperate for a good fuck?” you whisper harshly to yourself.

Panicked, you start searching for your clothes, but they're nowhere to be found. “Where are my clothes?” 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

“The physics is theoretical but the fun is real.”

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 else—just 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.

“Natasha...Alianovna Romanoff,” you smiled as her name tumbled out of your lips. “Beautiful name to moan to...”

“December 3,” you frowned, tilting your head slowly as you read the detail, “2002…” you felt your heart dropped to your stomach.

“22 years old?”

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 clothes—her 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 legs—and your nude colored panties she herself took off last night.

You march towards her, barefoot, brandishing the application paper like a sword.

“You're 22?!”

“Wha—”

“Your bio says you're 28!”

“Wha—I-I didn't kno—”

“That's bullshit!”

“And I was like...God! I slept with someone who's the same age as my sons.” 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.

“At least you had a good fuck,” 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...

“Yeah...it was…” You trail off, unable to meet her gaze.

“Good? Good?” Thena asks pulling the words out of you as she noticed you being hesitant.

“She was so gentle at first, almost shy...let me lead her but once she got going...whew!” You whistled softly, fanning yourself as you laughed.

“And you ghosted her…” You pause mid-laugh at your best friend's reply, you felt like she just slapped the reality across your face.

“I...” you raised your brows, palming your chest as you looked at her, “I didn't, okay, I just left. What would you expect me to do? She lied.” 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.

“She's young, Thena,” you reason, “She'll move on. She'll meet someone new.” You dismiss the idea of Natasha being hurt by your not so sudden disappearance with a wave of your hand. “It'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?” You chuckled humorlessly. You really wished you weren't.

“Hm, just fucking.”

“Exactly, just fucking,” you say, mirroring Thena's crude language. “We both needed that at the moment.” You nod confidently, convinced that's all it was—a 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.

“Besides, what would my sons think if they knew I was dating someone their age?” you muse aloud, looking at Thena with concern and embarrassment. “They'd probably be disgusted, Thee…I swear…”

“At least you're not robbing the cradle or y'know. It's not like she's underage or anything.”

“Okay, enough, stop justifying her age. She still lied, which I didn't like. I wouldn’t date someone who's the same age as my son and someone who’s younger, period.” You said with a finality making your best friend laugh at your now serious face, she’s really not used to you being like that.

“Gosh, they wouldn't even let me date anyone,” you sighed, slumping back in your chair dramatically, making Thena laugh even harder.

“You’ve got some overprotective babies there.” Thena chuckles between giggles.

You can't help but agree with your best friend, nodding your head in agreement. “Yeah, they are pretty overprotective. I swear, sometimes I think they forget I'm an adult too.” You smiled, remembering that your two sweet boys are coming home today for summer break.

⧗

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 “Hey, Mom.”

“Hello my babies.” You almost cried on the spot seeing your grown sons.

“Whatchu cookin’ mama?” your eldest, Mark asked, kissing your forehead before entering the house.

“Your favorite beefy creamy mushroom, baby!” You shout.

“I love you so much, ‘ma!”

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.

“Put me down, you little devil!” You scolded lightheartedly, playfully pushing against your son’s 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.

“I missed you so much, mom.”

“I missed you too, Tony.” You cupped his cheek and pestered him with so many kisses making him giggle.

“I...uhh mama, I hope you wouldn’t mind, I am sorry for telling this to you right now. But I brought a friend over, if that’s fine?” you placed your hands on his shoulders, as he looked at you with his usual puppy-dog eyes, “I owe her big time, I was the reason she’s heartbroken and why her favorite shirt is stolen.”

“Yeah, yeah...” you nodded encouragingly to assure him that it's okay to have some friend over, and the mention of a stolen shirt made you laugh—it was silly you thought.

“Yeah, sure baby…you ca—” 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 you’re wearing that was in fact hers.

“Mom, this is Natasha.”

[supremescrceress]

@rcdlcdger​ asked:  ❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

{☆} “Well I was swinging by with the latest numbers from the Dark Dimension--but I gathered something else was going on,” Clea mused, settling in a chair across from Natasha. She folded her arms across her chest and arched a pale brow, concern etched lightly on her features. She tilts her head and regards the window, looking out across the Campus’s lawn. 

“Something about a time HEIST?” 

She supposed she couldn’t blame them for not consulting her--Wong was the Sorcerer Supreme in Stephen’s place and she had buried herself in work, searching for ways to return the others to the plane of existence. And maybe they knew she would try and DISSUADE them.

Giving a little sigh, she returns her gaze to Natasha. She wouldn’t broach this with anyone other than Nat or Steve--she respected and even CARED about them too much to risk losing them. “Please tell me you considered all the POSSIBILITIES of messing with TIME. I know...I know I couldn’t give you all a CONCRETE answer about what Stephen saw...but I...I think you’re playing with fire, Nat.”

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

smile

natasha romanoff x f!reader prompt: smile theme: fluff (tags beneath the cut)

Agent12-84r: Dear lord, this is boring. Can I go home yet?

BlackWidow: In what world do you think I have a say in dismissing this meeting?

One side of your mouth twitched upward in a small smirk as you read her reply, stealing a glance over to where Natasha sat on the other side of the room. Her attention was trained dutifully towards the front of the room, a well-practiced look of cool detachment coloring her features. You’d been sitting in this briefing for over an hour; Hill was caught in another meeting and you were stuck listening to her replacement drone on about mission protocol you’d heard a thousand times before.

Agent12-84r: Aren’t you famous or something now?

Agent12-84r: Also, why does your username get to be anything other than a bunch of random code?

Natasha’s gaze dropped to the tablet screen in front of her for a moment, and she typed out a reply as the lecturer turned his attention towards your side of the room.

BlackWidow: Please don’t remind me.

BlackWidow: What makes you think I have control over that?

Agent12-84r: Are you saying you don’t?

The corner of Natasha’s lips twitched upward in an infuriatingly almost-smile, and she pointedly turned her attention to the speaker again. You spent so many of these seemingly endless meetings sending messages back and forth with Nat, and not once had you managed to break her composure. It had become something of a running challenge, and with each mind-numbing debriefing you became more and more determined to make her waver in her cool demeanor.

How you’d never been caught, you had no idea.

The man in front of you was droning on about correct recon procedure, and you slid your fingertips along your phone screen, scanning your images idly in search of some kind of meme that might finally break her. Most of them were ones you had exchanged with Barton on late night stake outs, and your continued to scroll for a few minutes before your finger paused.

You cast a look at the agent beside you before opening the image that had caught your eye, a small smirk playing on the edge of your mouth. You’d taken in front of a full-length mirror, a teasing smile on your face and the bathrobe you were wearing barely covering your naked body. Your hair was still wet from a shower, water droplets clinging to the smooth line of your sternum and leaving lines over your bare stomach.

Opening the options you opened your texts instead, and you cast another glance towards Natasha before pressing send.

Her phone buzzed quietly against the tabletop, and you trained your eyes forward as she glanced surreptitiously towards you. You watched out of your periphery as she opened the message, both pride and excitement blooming inside you as you finally saw her façade break, her lips curving in a smile. She met your eye as she sent a response.

Natasha: Oh, well now you’re in trouble.

tags: @lovely-dreamer19 @wittyforachange @wefracturedmotivation @january-echoes @glossyloner @capitalnineteen @youclickedthislink​ @s0ftness​ @castieltrash1​ @startrekkingaroundasgard​​ @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

[be-compromised]

Hello and welcome! This is a chance for everyone in our community - or people who are thinking of joining - to get to know each other; to say hi if you’re new, if you’re re-joining us, if you’re been lurking, and for anyone who fancies a chat.

We're a community that shares a love of Clint Barton aka Hawkeye and Natasha Romanoff aka Black Widow, individually as well as paired together as friends, partners, queerplatonic, lovers, spouses, or any combination, but we're also fans of other Marvel characters and pairings.

This is an open to all, friendly (pun intended) event! If you make new friends here feel free to join the be_compromised community and/or friend each other on various platforms, or not - there’s no pressure, we’re just here to have fun. You can find examples of previous friending memes here.

How to play:

1) This event is taking place HERE on dreamwidth. You don't need a dreamwidth account to play, but if you comment anonymously please include a username or online handle so we know who you are.

2) There are a set of questions on the dreamwidth post. Copy and paste them into a new comment, as a reply to the post. Answer as many / as few of the questions as you like / feel comfortable with and hit post! All questions are optional.

3) Chat with the people who reply to your comment. Reply to other people’s comments to have a chat with them. You might want to comment on one of their answers where you think you have a mutual interest, or something made you smile, or you just want to say ‘hi’. It’s all good!

Our community rules apply, the most important one being 'be kind'.

Have fun!

[taleswritteninterest]

Please like or reply if you are interested in interacting with Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow from the MCU universe. This means I can spam you with memes and tag you in starters using her. Likewise, you are free to do the same.

[unlevshed]

writing as canon and oc characters from selected fandoms but open to crossovers and alternate universes.

『  penned by mae.  30. she/her.  gmt +2.  >> slow replies atm!     read the rules first! dc contact only for close mutuals, dm for more info 』 ››› est. sept. 2022 | rebooted oct. 2023

     ›  RULES ┊ MUSES ┊ WANTED OPP. ┊MEMES ┊STARTERS  ‹

››› interest tracker ››› mobile friendly list of muses below !

** = exclusive / * = selective

Natasha Romanoff ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: scarlett johansson)

Wanda Maximoff ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: elizabeth olsen)

Steve Rogers ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: chris evans)

Bucky Barnes ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: sebastian stan)

Rio Vidal ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: aubrey plaza)*

Yelena Belova ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: florence pugh)

Kate Bishop ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: hailee steinfeld)

Felicia Hardy ✧ marvel; canon-divergent (fc: margot robbie)*

Hermione Granger ✧ harry potter; canon-divergent (fc: emma watson)*

Tifa Lockhart ✧ final fantasy; canon-divergent (hailee steinfeld)*

Josie Saltzman ✧ tvd/legacies; canon-divergent (fc: kaylee bryant)**

Aleksander Hunter ✧ 36; heterosexual; nightclub owner (fc: chris evans) / alt. verse:  vampire

Alicia Whitlock ✧ 26; bisexual; car mechanic at her family's car shop (fc: lili reinhart)

Aurora Sanchez ✧ 29; bisexual; waitress in a gentlemen's club (fc: selena gomez)

Caitlyn Lewis ✧ 26; bisexual; bartender (fc: florence pugh) / alt. verse: werewolf-vampire hybrid

Evelyn Martin ✧ 35; bisexual; tattoo studio receptionist (fc: scarlett johansson)

Francesca Rocha ✧ 27; bi-curious; socialite / second-in-line heiress to her family's tequila business (fc: camila mendes)

Jasper Borisov ✧ 38; bouncer at a strip club, retired underground boxer (fc: sebastian stan) / alt. verse: alpha werewolf

Joey Davis ✧ 26; bisexual; fitness worker / part-time model (fc: hailee steinfeld)

Katherine Ivankov ✧ vampire-witch hybrid; age unknown; bisexual; socialite (fc: elizabeth olsen - might change)

Liliana Cooper ✧ 33; pansexual; hotel manager / single mother (fc: elizabeth olsen)

Matthew Brooks ✧ 32; heterosexual; independent contractor and free-lance agent (fc: aaron taylor-johnson)

Oliver Carter ✧ 37; heterosexual; former professional burglar / security consultant (fc: andrew garfield)

Rafael Santiago ✧ 44; heterosexual; freelance photographer, single father, retired enforcer of a drug cartel (which disbanded after the boss died) (fc: pedro pascal) 

River Grace ✧ 26; bisexual; gaming-streamer, sugar baby (fc: zendaya)

Valerie Booker ✧ 50; bisexual; english high school teacher (fc: rachel weisz)

muses that are currently not available/not active:

Vivienne Flamel ✧ harry potter; 25; heterosexual; pureblood; unspeakable (danielle rose russell)

[grimmusings]

@defectivexfragmented thank you for the tag, lovely! 💛

meet the mun.

— basics

NAME: Carrie PRONOUNS: she/her PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: I’m comfortable with Tumblr DMs and asks. If we've done some writing/plotting together, I'm usually fine to share my Discord too. SINGLE / TAKEN: Aro? So that would look a bit different for me regardless, but not in any long-term partnerships.

— three facts

💛 I love bracelets. I’m probably wearing at least ten at any given time that I never take off. 💛 A friend asked my roommate what my favorite animal was for Secret Santa, and she said a zombie. I couldn’t have answered it better myself. 💛 My three favorite books (in no order) are The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, and Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant. (If you’ve read any of them, please come scream at me.) ((But you can always scream at me about anything you’re reading.))

— experience

Gather round, kiddos, it's story time! *leans back in rocking chair* I started roleplaying back in that apocalyptic landscape known as AOL/AIM, had a blast with character Myspaces, and suffered one horrific experience on Facebook that chased me off the platform forever. Then, there was the golden age of message board forums (a lot of town, college, Harry Potter, and my first superhero storyline--a fleeting fever dream where I wrote Natasha Romanoff, Johnny Storm, and Nancy Callahan) that died a fiery death with the crash of InvisionFree. RIP.

That's when I found my way to Tumblr groups, mostly supernatural and fairy tale. A few years later, I joined my first ever Discord-only superhero group, and it's been mostly comics ever since! Though I've been writing on Tumblr for around a decade, it was usually with storylines or a couple people I already knew, and this year is actually my first deep dive into Tumblr indie. It's been lovely so far. 🥰

— sub-genres

I love a bit of everything! Shipping, angst, found family, slice of life, fluff, smut. My favorite is probably AUs and verse-building though. I love changing the context for my favorite muses and seeing how they're the same or different, so throw me all your alternate Earths, zombie apocalypses, timeline changes, and what ifs.

— plots vs memes

I think they can go hand in hand! Memes are such an easy way to get interactions going when plotting hits a wall or writers are shy, but I’m highly likely to start building some plot around it in my reply too.

— long or short replies

😂😂 Even when I try to make my replies short, they often get out of hand. I don't even pretend to have control of my muses anymore. I am learning to like quick replies in the evenings when my brain is starting to fry, but I have to be in the right mood. A bunch of short things and texts take as much energy without the same return of more in-depth replies.

— best time to write

Morning if I have the day off, before my brain turns to mush, and at night on my phone before bed because it’s quiet/no distractions.

tagging (just fun, no pressure): @pleinsdemuses, @velvetnviolentviolets, @pctentialbreakupsong, @theking-blackheart-muses, @ssolessurvivor, @herosneednotapply, @zimnyayavdova, @tormentedsoldier, @marvelsmusings. @tru-neutral-good

[cursestitched]

* CURSE / STITCHED (罰縫目). SATORU

Can I tell you that, sometimes, I utter the word justice and mean 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴 ? On my best nights, I mean 𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚈, but my best is my 𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼.

an independent and selective writing blog for DEADNITE an original anti-hero character from the universes jujutsu kaisen / marvel cinematic universe. cursed by moe.

━━━ INTRODUCTION.

° hello my name is moe ( she / her ) twenty-four. black & cherokee indian.

° final and only warning : minors and personals will be blocked on sight.

° discord is available upon request, I prefer roleplaying there anyway. However, when it comes to replies, I'm the fastest on mobile and have yet to really get a grasp on cutting posts again.

° I welcome any & all characters ( canon & original ) from the MCU or marvel comics. I don't do exclusives and openly write with multitudes of the same canon muse simply for fun. I will have some pre-established relationship ideas already posted regarding canon marvel muses ( such as natasha romanoff & wanda maximoff ) my writing partners do not have to follow those concepts if they don't want to.

━━━ GUIDELINES.

° kindly please, reblog from the source.

° don't rush me for replies, please and thanks.

° activity will be ridiculously spotty due to my job on the weekdays, so please be patient with me.

° ask memes are staying ask memes unless it's discussed to turn it into a thread.

° this blog contains dark and extremely triggering content along with elements of NSFW ( which I don't mind writing, but it will be put under "read more" ) viewer discretion advised.

° for the time being, I only roleplay through mobile and its system of cutting posts. Tumblr has changed. So much since I've been away from desktop and it'll take some time to get back to understanding this new system and its functions in terms of cutting posts.

━━━ CLIFF NOTES : SATORU.

° verses && muse information

° first and foremost, you can find the entire backstory of SATORU JIRO in this post here. Viewer discretion advised as dark and trigging themes are present. (. Please note, it's still a work in progress !)

° My muse is a multi - shipper, meaning that all romantic based plots will have their own separate universes. I'm incredibly open to exploring platonic and antagonistic relationships as well.

━━━ CLOSING THOUGHTS.

Thanks for taking the time to read everything! Can't wait to write with you!

[siiinfilled]

22b Natasha Romanoff from @guiltburdened​

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t deny that she had been intrigued by and attracted to him for a very long time. Which was most likely why she had seized the chance to kiss him once she’d gotten it, and they ended up right there on the couch, her just teetering over the edge and him humping her from behind. His arm kept her from falling off completely, however, and she’d reached behind her, her fingers grazing over the nape of his neck and through the hair on the back of his neck. “Y-you’re not holding back, are you?” she asked him breathlessly, her breasts bouncing because of his frantic movements. “Because you know I can take it.”

[shadecrux]

About/RP Info

~~Short About~~   This is a mixed blog!  You’ll find RP, fandom posts, my art and writing, memes, informational posts... really all kinds of things, I apologize to anyone who follows me for only one kind of content - you’re not gonna get that.  I don’t have any sideblogs, so everything all gets dumped here babeyy.  .  

I am selectively open to new RPs either on here or via discord!  

Looking to begin publishing my fics here on tumblr as well as branch out with my writing.  I’m not ready to open for requests yet, but in the future I would like to give it a shot!! 

If doing character asks, please specify which muse! 

------------------ Current Hyperfixations:  

Bucky Barnes lord help me. Loki, Sylvie, Sylki, yes.  WTNV - currently relistening to all of itttt.  ~disclaimer~ I suffer from a handful of mental and physical illnesses that can sometimes make functioning difficult. Some of these conditions incur chronic pain, and flare ups, bad days, mood shifts and so on can mess me up a lot.   So if I’m ever slow to reply, or miss a fic request or comment, or come off in some unintended way in a post I promise, it’s not you - it’s just my brain. I am find with being poked and reminded about things as long as it’s not excessive.

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Characters

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Muses: 

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Ariadne Hart (OC): 

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088100795236352/rp-bio-ariadne-hart?source=share

Sylvie Laufeydottir: 

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088070497697792/rp-bio-sylvie-laufeydottir?source=share

Fandral The Dashing: 

https://www.tumblr.com/shadecrux/720088127999508480/name-fandral-the-dashing-sex-male-gender-cis?source=share

In the past I’ve written as Loki and The Grandmaster as well but those muses have been weak lately. 

Other Characters

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RP Side Characters I’ve written as:

The Grandmaster, Thor, Volstaag, Hogun, Kang, Frigga, Odin, Laufey, Freyja, Freyr. 

Characters I would like to RP as: 

Rocket, Wanda, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes

For purposes of fic writing or roleplay side characters, I will write anyone and everyone~! 

For RP mains I only like to write as ones I feel a bit confident in, but I am willing to experiment with the caveat that I might fail at them. 

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RP Basics

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1. I am open for canon, canon-divergent and AU RPs with canon characters or OCs! 

2. I am 33 and I require RP partners to be over the age of 18. Age MUST be in bio.  

3.  Open to RPs of all ratings and ships as determined by plot and chemistry.

4. Any adult writings will be tagged as such and beneath a page break.

5. I’m very adaptable with my roleplay replies! If you want multi-paragraph RP with all the trimmings I can do that! If you prefer shorter form, I can do that too. All I really need is for replies to at least be a couple of sentences and i am happy to adapt within that scope. 

6. I typically write third person, past tense, but I am willing to adjust if a partner prefers something different.

7.  If we are writing with longer replies, I am okay with minor things being written for my character if it fits!  Such as being led somewhere, the continuation of some action from the previous reply, and so on. If something goes too far I’ll be sure to let you know - I’m quite easygoing but I don’t want to be god-modded either.

8.  I  can be a little shy/awkward but I can promise I’ll always be kind!

9. I like to talk plot in ooc. Check in with how people are feeling about things, talk about replies or upcoming plot points to be on the same page, clarify things, etc.  I encourage my RP partners to do the same - I am very happy to hash things out, plot together or make corrections and clarifications if need be. 

10. I do have some triggers and limits when it comes to RP but I would rather discuss those privately as opposed to posting them up out here. I have very few hard limits overall though. 

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Will and Won’t  Writing and RP 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wil write: Most things to be honest.  I can do fluff, I can do angst, I can do smut and any combination of those. I am comfortable with most adult and difficult topics. I LOVE writing combat, and I really should do more whump. Most kinks are alright. Will mess with incest and certain flavors of dubcon/noncon.  Won’t write: Underage NSFW, Kinks involving scat or vomit or other very dirty sorts of kinks.  Might write: Darker noncon scenes (in fics, I can’t handle it in a RP) , kinks/characters I am not familiar with, really if anything isn’t on one of these lists just ask. I can write about a character throwing up or being sick but would prefer not to go into great detail as it can be a trigger for me.

[storiesofthenight]

I want more things with my female muses. I’m still slow, I know, I still have a ton of things to reply to. 

But if we’re mutuals, like this post and mention which one you’d want a starter and/or memes from? If you’re a multi, specify for which muses?

Elena Gilbert, Samiya, Rebekah Mikaelson, Isabelle Lightwood, Clary Fray,  Natasha Romanoff, Lorna Dane, Karolina Dean, Max Mayfield, Nancy Drew, Hikari Kuina. 

Each of them is available for crossovers if you want <3

[courtofmuses-archive]

@ofmythsandfables​​​ sent:   🎧     mixtape meme || accepting    

Blinding Lights by The Weeknd

Sweet Creature by Harry Styles

Lovely by Billie Eilish & Khalid

No Light, No Light by Florence + The Machine

Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling feat. Lzzy Hale