Speak Up Baby.

I was not expecting a whole FIC?? Okay this is so good and I'm LIVING for the rough concepts rn (possessive natasha..) the boundaries thing seems Sooo in character for her and the red room mention. i really love the red room mention (maybe she doesn't get saved like one on one by clint and instead gets free as a side consquence of shield taking down the red room?) because it really makes sense knowing good from bad but choosing bad just because, and the personality(?) contrast between Natasha's moods is so interesting as well💕

I feel so spoiled rn with this whole background analysis on a completely unrelated side note... can we platonically kiss in the rain and get married?🥰🧐 /j Also congrats btw you have managed to get me motivated to reread the WHOLE dark nat series again so that I can apply this background insight to their interactions🥲

the domestic realm

pairing: dark!nat/f!reader

summary:

“I’m hungry,” you mumble. “Go make me a sandwich.”

She scoffs, slipping her hand under your hoodie to scratch at your back. “You just set women back by, like, five decades.”

additional notes: sfw drabble, kidnapping, dark!nat but shes soft and lazy, stockholm syndrome central, dark domestic fluff redux

series: one, two, three, ao3

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MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW 💌

If meant to be evil and mean... why be hot and give me back scratches and call me baby?🤨 I LOVE THIS NEW CHAPTER BTW INCREDIBLE, SHOWSTOPPING

the domestic realm

pairing: dark!nat/f!reader

summary:

“I’m hungry,” you mumble. “Go make me a sandwich.”

She scoffs, slipping her hand under your hoodie to scratch at your back. “You just set women back by, like, five decades.”

additional notes: sfw drabble, kidnapping, dark!nat but shes soft and lazy, stockholm syndrome central, dark domestic fluff redux

series: one, two, three, ao3

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a late spring

how can knowing someone be so destructive yet so vehement at the same time? natasha knows it too much when you and her share a moment of vulnerability in the wake of your affair

warnings: bestfriend’s mom!natasha x younger!reader (age is not specified but 18+), age gap, established relationship, and no smut yet

“Bella?”

Your voice was meek and was barely a whisper but within the silence of the room, it was loud enough for the redhead to whip her head back from where she was hanging out from the window.

She looks at you wide eyed, almost perplexed but certainly guilty that you caught her sneaking out from a sleepover that she was hosting.

“Where are you going at this hour?” You didn’t check the time but you knew that it was late. You had slept way past into the night to know it.

Her eyes travelled from you to the phone she was holding. It didn’t dawn on you that she was most likely sneaking out to meet some boy, one certain blonde that was none other than Steve Roger’s son.

Almost sheepishly, she turned to you apologetically.

“Grant asked to meet up,” she tells you. “I’m gonna be out for a while. Don’t stay up for me.” She turns to leave without letting you speak but then turns right away as if she’s forgotten one last note. “Also, don’t tell my mom, yeah? You scratch my back and I scratch yours?”

She’s gone within a blink of an eye and you’re there left to wallow on her carpeted floor.

It’s only when you peel yourself from the ground and stretch that you realize it’s 6 in the morning. You’ve barely gotten some sleep and despite it being the weekend, you still feel like you need some sort of long awaited beauty sleep to make up for the long week you’ve had.

But as hard as you try, sleep doesn’t come easy for someone like you and as you pad your way out of Bella’s room you decide that a small meal will suffice.

You’ve spent enough time in the Romanoff household to know that Bella’s mom always keeps the kitchen stocked. No matter the time of the day.

As you arrive downstairs, you're met with the sight of the older redhead on the tip of her toes as she reaches for something above the fridge — inevitably raising the shorts she was sporting and flashing you a glimpse of her…

“Well, you’re up early,” her voice forces you back to the land of the living and for a moment, you forget that it’s merely you and her. “Can’t sleep?”

You smile lazily and sit across her from the kitchen island. “Something like that, yeah.”

She watches you with a smile, her hands busy as she slices kale and cucumbers for her morning smoothie.

But the smile turns into what almost looks like a frown, reading you and your silence and it throws you off.

“Is it Bella?” She asks. “She sneak out again?”

You stay silent; scratching Bella’s back. But the redhead has enough experience on her belt to read you through and through.

“It’s alright,” she tells you. “She doesn’t know it but I have cameras around. I see her running back home with Roger’s son ‘round seven in the morning.”

You play with the string of your shorts. “And you’re not worried?”

She shrugs. “It’s Grant,” she tells you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You haven’t been friends with the Rogers for long but the Romanoffs have. You have no doubt for the trust that Natasha has for Steve. They’ve been friends far longer than you’ve been alive and that alone makes you nod to her one word answer.

“The question is,” she starts. Her eyes never leave the cutting board and neither does the cutting. “Why do you put up with Bella? Not that I don’t appreciate you keeping my daughter in place but you know?”

You nod as if you understand.

You’ve always liked Bella. She had been your very first friend the moment your family moved here a few years ago and while you had the biggest crush on her for a while, it dissipated into nothing more than an infatuation that you got over.

But as time grew, so did your interests.

Much to her mother’s playful demise, Bella was straight as she can be. The boys she hung out with, the ones she dated, all were eccentric, different in their own ways but same throughout the end.

You didn’t mind Bella having fun, it just meant more time for you to spend with her mother on days like these where you and the redhead sought out each other’s presence

So you shrug at the question. Having absolutely no true answer because it’s just the way it is.

Bella goes out and you go down to her kitchen.

You sit there across from her with a soft smile, eyes slightly swollen from sleep but nevertheless still wide awake at the sight of the older woman in front of you.

Though Natasha can read you and cocks her head from where she stands. The cutting stops for the first time and she frowns slightly.

“You’re so tired,” she observes.

You shake your head in denial. “I’m alright.”

“Alright?” She repeats, unconvinced as she cocks a brow. “I haven’t seen you this tired since the last time we fucked, sweetheart.”

Your skin blooms with heat at the word fuck. Your minds wonders how someone so sensual, so put together, have so much vigour in saying the word fuck.

It makes you duck your head in embarrassment at the reminder of your affair with the woman. It hadn’t been the first time and it certainly won’t be the last.

Natasha has skills and as much as you hated to admit it, you were addicted to her. To her touch, to her taste, and everything in between that she could do to you.

She was relentless and endless at the same time.

She laughs at your reaction. “What? I’m just saying.”

You shake your head but don’t respond. Your throat feels too tight to speak and your skin too warm to move. The effect that she has on you has always left you in shambles, especially knowing that you’d be leaving her in a few months for school.

It hurts more to admit it but even Natasha knows that this timid affair has an expiration date. She just has a better composure than you do. After all with her experience, you’re sure you’re just another one of the girls she’s had in her life.

Your heart squeezes at the thought but you force the fear down and remind yourself two months is still a long time.

However you must’ve pinched your brows or pursed your lip because when you look up and find Natasha staring at you, she’s got a slight twitch of a frown to her lips.

“You okay?”

You shrug, unable to tear your face away from her look. Neither can she but her gaze grows and there's almost an understanding of what she’s asking.

She voices it regardless, communicating to understand what’s there between the two of you is what you want.

“C’mere,” she asks of you. Your body moves on its own and with a blink of an eye, you’re met with the sight of the older woman over you.

Natasha is a good four inch taller than you and the sight of her stature towering over you makes you feel so small and weak that it reaches your stomach.

You wiggle your toes in effort to release the tension that you feel but Natasha sees through it and dances her knuckles against your cheek.

It’s soft and gentle and affirming. And it makes your body melt against her own, with your head in the crook of her neck and shoulder and arms slipping around her toned body.

You feel every muscle contract beneath her shirt and under your pyjamas. Some other time where you weren’t so tired you would’ve felt warm and all of the other emotions but right now, all you feel is her and how soft she feels against you.

She smells good too. Almost like a sweet musky scent that’s just so Natasha and it just makes sense.

She doesn’t ask if you’re okay because she knows you all too well. There’s no awkward silence, no awkward small talk between moments, it’s only her.

But within a few inking seconds, you tell her something that’s been bothering you weeks into the start of your affair.

“I don’t want to leave,” you admit. It’s the first time you’ve expressed the imminent future for the two of you; you’re moving for school, Yale’s not far but it’s not any closer to where Natasha is either.

Conflict had risen inside of you when you had started your affair with the woman just as the same time you had gotten your acceptance letter to Yale.

You had worked your ass off to get into Yale but knowing that you had her, someone that you felt like had understood you all too well, leaving made it all much harder.

“I know,” she tells you, not an ounce of effort in forcing you to stay because she knows. Natasha is a mom, one to your closest friends and she knows that despite whatever happened between the two of you, this affair is not worth declining a prestigious educational opportunity.

But instead Natasha offers some insight. A slight glimpse of that hope she has in her because however much she hates to admit that she’s having a relationship with someone younger , she feels much more solemn in knowing that a joy in her life is departing.

“But we’ll be okay,” she says. “Visit every reading week or whatever holiday you’ve got, yeah?”

You nod to her suggestion and she lifts your face from her chest to face her. She’s got a pinch to her brow that makes her look tense but you know she’s anything from that.

“Reading week, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter. Whatever holiday, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

You smile at her softly.

Natasha smiles back.

You think for a moment that she might’ve assumed that you were going to deny her. But you were going to do anything but that. As much as your relationship with her is odd, she was everything to you and you didn’t know what you would do.

You melt at the sight and let her press a whisper of a kiss against your lips and then to the tip of your nose. You smell the hint of mint on her tongue and you sigh against the gesture.

You part your mouth to speak but you’re cut off when you hear the door upstairs mix amongst the steps that echo down the stairs.

Bella’s back and she must’ve assumed that you were already awake and down with her mother.

After all she knew of Natasha’s schedule just as you knew hers.

You pull away within hearing the steps and return back to your seat as if nothing’s amiss. When Bella reaches where you sit across from her mother, you return a lazy smile, feigning sleep.

“Morning!” She beams. She’s too perky for someone who’s just ‘woken’ up at 7:30 in the morning.

However her mother is not as dumb as she would’ve thought. Natasha only smiles. Just as she told you, she didn’t mind and when she spares a glance at you, she tells you just the same.

It’ll all be alright.

Y/N: You are pretty cute when you are nice

Natasha: what am I when I’m not nice

Y/N: hot as fuck

Natasha:*smirks and blushes*

black widow but it’s just chaos

(or: yelena belova being a child for 7 minutes straight)

title: frfrblackwidowgf’s tiktok drafts

notes: sfw, suggestive content though, fluff, being in a stupid goofy mood with ur superhero gf who is also ur dom gf who’s so sick of ur shit, the mommy sorry tiktok meme (yes this is very targeted)

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OMG YALL HORNY THOT: beefy!nat having you on her lap, your camisole is up and your tits are out, the camera is on for you guys’ live stream, her large hands are caressing your skin and the way she can feel your ribs when you arch your back into her palms, she loves it, she adores it and the way she pinches and flicks your nipples has you squirming... it’s all mysterious cuz the two of you never show faces but in the camera, you can see the red hair and the purple marks on your collar bones and that’s the only clue the two of you ever give... WET ASF

Feeling So Tired; Falling Apart

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You don’t think you could ever be loved again, until Natasha comes into your life and refuses to be pushed out.

Word Count: 1,051

Warnings: Severe depression, self-hate, loneliness, isolation, heavy mental health issues and discussions, angst, and cursing.

A/N: This is just a vent fic that I wrote for myself because I’m not ok lol and I cope with fictional characters. Again- this is a vent fic, and please proceed with caution. Title is inspired by My Kind Of Woman by Mac DeMarco because I cry to his music.

You didn’t know when you realized that you were unlovable.

Maybe it was when you noticed how during your entire childhood the kids from school wouldn’t talk to you or invite you over to their birthday parties, or when you would hear their laughter in the hallways when you walked past them.

Maybe it was when everyone talked about their best friends and their plans for the weekend, but you had just decided to take on an extra shift at work to ignore the loneliness you were drowning in.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was when you were finally fucking old enough to stop being so goddamn stupid, and realize that everyone who told you that they cared or loved you was lying.

The only person who maybe could sometimes make you feel loved was Natasha.

Natasha.

She was the one person who was there for you. And you loved her for it. God, you fucking loved her so much.

But even with her support, you couldn’t drive away your depression and your isolation.

Because, unlike you, Natasha had other people. She was reunited with Yelena and spent a lot of time with her. Wanda was her best friend, and you could almost always catch them together. Even though she was your girlfriend, it didn’t feel like Natasha thought of you as her favorite person.

Because, quite frankly, no one ever did. And no one ever will. And fuck, it was the loneliest feeling in the world.

A feeling that even Natasha couldn’t and wouldn’t understand. No matter how hard she tried.

“Please baby, please. You can’t just push everyone away like this.” Natasha’s voice broke, but you couldn’t even hear it. You were huddled under your blankets, tears streaming down your face. You couldn’t listen to her.

You took a breath in when you felt the bed dip and arms wrap around your waist. “Natasha, please go away.” You whispered. You reached out for your phone and huffed in annoyance when the redhead grabbed it out of your hands.

“You’re not doing this again. I will not watch you spiral, Y/N. We all love you and support you and care. I cannot stand by and watch the love of my life do this to themself. Please, just let us-”

You felt rage bubble in your stomach, and you threw her arms off of you. “Who’s us, Nat? No really, who’s fucking us? Because as far as I’m concerned, I don’t have anyone, Natasha! I’m fucking alone, and you can never fucking understand it!”

Natasha shook her head, “Baby, please listen to me. I hear you, and I understand you-”

“Fuck!” You yelled, tears streaming down your cheek as you stood up from your bed. “No, no you don’t! You have people who love you! Yelena’s your sister, and you talk to her! Wanda’s there and-”

“Y/N, listen to me,” Natasha said firmly, grabbing onto your arms and forcing you back down onto the bed. “Do you think in the Red Room that I never felt alone?”

You went silent, unable to respond.

“I was alone my entire childhood. Actually, I don’t even think what happened to me counts as a childhood. So please fucking believe me when I tell you that I know what’s it’s like to be so fucking alone. But guess what?”

You looked up at her.

“I found a family. The Avengers. I thought I’d be doomed forever too. It’s hard to get out of that mindset, I know. But you will find people who love you, honey. I love you. Yelena loves you. Wanda loves you.”

You shook your head and tried to ignore the sobs that were rising. “No, that’s different. You were made to be lovable because you’re… you’re a good person. You’re enough, you’re worthy. And I’m not.” You couldn’t hold back your sobs anymore.

You could practically feel the redhead’s heart break from your words as she pulled you into her arms, and refused to let you out of them. “You’re so worthy. So beautiful.” Natasha whispered in your ear, gently rocking you.

“No, I’m not. I’m so alone. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t-” Natasha shushed you and turned over, spooning you close to her. “Everyone says they love me but they never really do. I’m no one’s favorite person, no one’s top priority, I just-”

Natasha shook her head once again, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “But you’re my favorite person, honey. You’re my top priority, the light of my life. I need you, okay? I care about you so, so much. And other people do, even if you can’t feel it.”

“That’s not true. So many people say that and they’re lying- you’re fucking lying!” You couldn’t contain all the pent-up emotions from the years hiding anymore. You tried to escape the redhead’s grasp but she simply held you tighter and peppered kisses on your face.

“I’m not lying. Baby, I love you so much. It breaks me to see you hurting like this, it really does. I know the other team feels the same way. We all want you to be okay, we want you to feel happy. Because if anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.”

You finally stopped fighting and let yourself cry. Natasha traced patterns on your back and whispered affirmations in your ear, unwilling to leave you alone, even for a moment.

“Go to sleep. I know you’re tired baby.” Natasha said in a soft tone, helping you get back under the blankets. “And when you wake up, I’ll get you some food, okay? Just rest for now, love.”

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“No. I don’t want any apologies to be spoken, okay? You have nothing to be sorry for. I love you and I’m not leaving you. No matter what you go through, I will be here. My love is unconditional, and I’m not going anywhere.”

With blurry eyes you looked up at her, “Do you promise? You promise you won’t leave me?” Your voice broke, and Natasha nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And with the redhead by your side you realized that with Natasha, you maybe had a chance.

You had a chance to feel better. To be better. Because unlike everything else in your life, Natasha stayed.

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Nat to Y/n: Why are you crying?

Y/n: Shows Nat her phone*

Y/n to Wanda: Wanna hang out..

Wanda: I can’t tonight

Y/n: oh thats fine!

Wanda: Hey vis, I’m bored wanna come over? ;)

Y/n: ..

Wanda: Shit, Y/n I’m sorry..

Y/n: It’s okay :)