And It Bears Repeating How Hard My Heart’s Beating

title: ovary action

summary:

You squint at her. “You know, just because you, personally, don’t get your period doesn’t mean you can’t show a bit of sympathy.”

“Go ahead, bring up my traumatic forced sterilisation.”

notes: sfw mediocre gfs fluff where ur on ur period and nats, for once, an above average gf

inspired by conversations with @ataraxyaz

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I love the banter between them they're assholes for eachother in the nicest way possible lmao💕 Natasha avoiding chores and casually talking about killing a man is just so funny😭 Also the mommy kink... Her calling us a good girl I cant do this today😭😭

idiot4idiot

pairing: nat/f!reader

summary:

Natasha Romanov: superspy extraordinaire, Avenger, routine trespasser, and chore-avoider. Oh, and a romantic.

notes: fluff, couldnt get mediocre gfs out of my head<3

series: one, two, ao3

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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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Wings - n.r

Word count: 2565

Genre: comfort/hurt

Request: yes

Warnings: self harm (kinda. like it's with wings but read at your own discretion)

A/n: It's been a hot min since I wrote anything 😬 Might make this into a lil AU. I kinda wanna explore more of Natasha and angel!r's relationship. Like meeting R's parents etc. WE WILL SEE THO XD Also, I changed it slightlyyyyyy I hope that's okay!

Pride wasn't something your species lacked. With wingspans that are easily double your height and reflexes that would make a panther jealous, there was next to nothing that could harm you. The pride each of you had wasn't cockiness but the natural confidence that comes with the knowledge that you are the top of the food chain. Being the apex predator meant you possessed both the deadly ability of a lion and the brain that would rival even the smartest of humans. If charming your way out of a situation was looking increasingly unlikely, then throats would be slit. Despite what people may think, your culture was not one of savages. It was rich and detailed and varied from clan to clan. There was one common tradition that everyone partook in and that was The Leaving. Once a youngling's feathers lose their fluff and gain their silky perfection, they are to leave their family and seek out new blood; be it territory, foods, cultures or people.

You were expected to leave and come back bloodied with victories and new territories to show for it. Each clan had a balance of specialties that were dictated by what your parents did. While a few were lucky enough to have a choice between two paths if their parents had differing roles, most didn't have a choice. You had never been close with your parents although this was a common occurrence. It was the grandparents who raised the young while the parents were off traveling the world to find the resources they needed. How were parents expected to contribute towards the clan's survival if they had to stop to raise children? It made much more sense for those whose wings could no longer carry them the great distances needed to look after the young.

Your parents had reached that age. Their wings were now nothing more than brilliant decorations, marked with each one of their victories. Unfortunately, this meant they now lived vicariously through you. When your beautifully glossy wings reached maturity, your parents all but shoved you from the comfort of your own home, eager for you to make your mark on the world and come back with grandchildren for them to mould.

Something you parents hadn't accounted for was that the world was vastly more populated than it was when they had set out. You could no longer just fly down, intimidate or charm the locals, and claim their land as yours. The weapons had become more developed and they had seen too many otherworldly creatures to fall for the usual tactics. This may have looked like a problem, but for your opportunistic ass, this was the dream.

You were finally free to eat as much as you wanted, drink as much as you wanted and lay with as many people as you wanted.

~~~~~

Your binge of freedom lasted a day.

You were promptly captured by some kind of new technology you absolutely had to bring back with you.

"You thought we didn't notice you?" A man called Fury, asked.

"I thought you were too feeble minded to realise."

"We keep tags on all life not from this planet."

You let out a short bark of laughter. "If you were here first then why are we all over your history? Hell we predate your history." Your large wings bristled, managing to overpower the technology just briefly "I have to ask, where on earth did you manage to get this?"

"Get what?"

"The contraption keeping me here?"

"I am not a contraption." A third voice entered the conversation, thick with an accent that didn't match Fury's.

The woman moved in front of you, her eyes glowing a shade of red you had only seen one other time. The time your grandmother died.

"Want to see some real magic sweetheart? Come with me and I'll show you everything."

You couldn't tell if the red flush on her face was from anger, exertion of keeping you there, or lust. Turns out you never got to find out as a sharp bolt of electricity knocked you out.

That was three years ago and since then you had fought with the Avengers and even become one of them. Your favourite battle was with Thanos. It was positively delicious to rip his slimy little arm off before Thor swung his axe through his head.

There was no real reason for you to stay other than you liked their company. Your parents were eager for you to come back and begin mating so you could head back out again but you had grown to like the humans you called your family. You had learnt many things while being here such as your wings were in fact retractable. Well, they weren't completely retractable but they could almost slide in on themselves, making them a practical size for walking around hallways and sleeping on beds. The downside however, was that you weren't very good at remembering to keep them in. That, and when certain people made you flustered, they just popped right back out again.

Your time with the Avengers had also changed you a little. You had a nickname - something the old you would have cut tongues out of mouths if she had been given one. It was created when Tony Stark had seen you smuggle an interesting looking spoon into your sleeve.

"Damn magpie, anything else of mine you want?"

You didn't know how to react at first. You didn't know he was talking to you and you certainly didn't know how you were anything like the pitiful creatures. Tony then explained the similarities and from that day, the nickname stuck.

~~~~~

"Want to go on a date?" The words left your mouth quickly, the confidence leaving you as you stood in front of the redhead who had tasered you all those years ago.

"What took you so long to ask?" Natasha leant against her doorframe.

You looked at her sheepishly. "Well... in my culture we ask people out a little differently..."

"Wait... is that what all those feathers were for?"

You felt your face heat up with something you would later discover was embarrassment. "Yes"

Natasha's grin put you at ease, "I'm driving but you're paying."

By the time the date rolled around, you were a little less of a mess and feeling more like yourself. Your dress hugged your figure perfectly and complemented your complexion. Turns out, it was probably a good idea that Natasha was driving because one look at her made you weak at the knees. You brushed the lust off as quickly as it came and by the time you had reached the restaurant, your confident persona had slipped back into place.

Your date was going great until Natasha decided to run her foot up the inside of your calf. Your wings sprang out in shock, causing a waiter to spill soup all over the neighbouring table. The string of apologies that left your mouth did nothing to cover the embarrassment you felt. The two of you left pretty quickly after that but not without hearing the annoyed tuts and sharp sighs that left the restaurant-goers mouths.

"Shit I'm sorry Y/n" Natasha said as you both walked back to her car. She was tense. You really hoped it wasn't because you and your wings had embarrassed her.

"It's okay. And as long as you're not too embarrassed to be seen with me maybe we could go on a second date? I'm definitely picking next time though. Just to avoid any soup related accidents." You watched as the tension drained from Natasha's face, her shoulders relaxing just a little.

"Promises, promises."

The flurry of dates after that went well. The lack of dates in crowded spaces hadn't gone unnoticed by you but you couldn't bring yourself to mind. Soon, date night Saturdays were a regular thing and before you knew it, you were in a committed relationship.

~~~~~

One Saturday, you and Natasha decided to stay in with the rest of the team. It was Steve's birthday and you were all having a team movie night to celebrate. Everyone was settled comfortably on the couches littered across the room and you winced when you realised there wasn't going to be enough space for you to comfortably sit. You passed the popcorn bowls around, loud groans left some of the team members as your wings got in the way of the screen.

"Sorry guys." you crouched lower as you made your way to the sofa where Natasha and Wanda were sitting. You sat down on the floor in front of them, causing Natasha to scowl.

"Lyubov, get your ass up here." She and Wanda shuffled so there was room for you in the middle. You smiled at your girlfriend and best friend but shook your head, the rest of the team hushing them as the movie had started.

You felt Wanda reposition and tried to get your wings to shrink even further. You didn't understand the shame you were feeling. Shame wasn't something your species ever felt. Perhaps it was time to go back. Perhaps being here had changed you too much.

~~~~~

You were naturally proud creatures, so why was it that when the team banned you from watching horror movies with them, you felt so damn small.

"Y/n, we think it's best if you don't watch any more horror's with us." Vision led you from the living room, away from the TV.

"Oh."

It had been Bruce's idea for you to watch their weekly horror movie with them while you waited for Natasha, Steve and Wanda to come back from a mission.

"It's not that we don't want you to-"

You cut vision off "It's just that it's inconvenient right?"

Turns out, while horror movies were great fun, they were a little less fun when Sam got covered in fizzy drinks not once but twice because of your wings.

He at least had the politeness to look a little guilty. "Well..."

"It's okay Vis. I get it."

You walked back to your's and Natasha's shared room, thoughts spiralling as you remembered each and every time your wings caused inconveniences like this.

You were taught that you should be treated like gods - that the humans worshiped you - that your species was where the modern idea of angels came from. So why did Vision's words hurt so much?

~~~~~

Natasha had just come back from a mission and you had missed her like crazy. It was late when she came back but you didn't care. You tucked both of you into bed, making Natasha promise she'd tell you all about her mission in the morning. That night, you had a vivid, horrific nightmare. The kind of nightmare that makes you cry out in the night. When you awoke drenched in sweat, you wondered what had woken you. You looked at your girlfriend and that's when the realisation hit you. You had broken her nose. It was her shout of discomfort that had woken you up.

You decided that this was it.

It was fine when your wings bumped into people, or when they knocked over glasses, or bowls of food but hitting your girlfriend in the face so hard it broke her nose was the last straw.

They were coming off and that was final.

You stood up and left the room, not hearing bone snap back into place, not hearing Natasha call out to you in an attempt to get you to come back. You left the compound quickly and efficiently. As soon as you had left, you were beating your wings as hard as you could. You flew up and up, wondering that if you managed to get high enough, whether or not they would freeze off.

They didn't.

You then dove deep into the sea, rationalising that if you did it quickly enough, they would rip right from you. When that didn't work, you snuck into a florists, grabbing the shears that were left on the counter.

You walked aimlessly for miles. The blood from Natasha's nose had dried and made you want to vomit. You weren't meant to be here and you certainly weren't meant to be with a human. Your feet came to a stop and you realised you had walked all the way to the tree where you and Natasha had your first kiss. It took everything in you not to break down and cry right then and there. You were a terrible girlfriend and your body had decided to take you to the one place you didn't want to be.

You gritted your teeth and began to hack away at the wings you and your ancestors were once so proud of. The wings that made you sick every time you saw them.

"Y/n please put them down." Natasha's broken voice bounced and echoed its way around the clearing.

Shame flooded you as she caught you attempting to get rid of the wings she loved so much.

"But they need to go." Tears raced down your face, your eyes unable to stop them no matter how much they wanted to.

"Y/n, your wings are perfect."

You snorted at that, cutting her short "If they were so perfect then why wont they stay in huh?" The bitterness in your voice let slip just how long these thoughts had been festering.

"Because they're not meant to be kept in all the time. I know you've been pinning them back more." Natasha's voice was steady as she moved closer to you, reaching out gently to try and grab the shears.

You took a weary half step backwards, not quite ready for her to touch you. You were an animal backed into a corner and right now, you couldn't see clearly.

"Y/n, baby, please. Your wings are what make you you. Without them you wouldn't be complete." Natasha's hand twitched. "I love every part of you and I know you think your wings hurt me but it's not like I haven't hurt you. Remember when you woke up with me holding a knife to your throat?"

You let out a wet laugh "It was three months into our relationship. The first time you relaxed properly when sleeping with me. You were having a bad dream."

"Exactly. A bad dream. And did you blame me?"

"Of course not." You lowered the shears.

"No. because that's dumb right?"

"Obviously."

"So why do you think I wouldn't act in the exact same way you did when you comforted me that night." Natasha took the shears from your hand.

"But I could really hurt you."

"And I could really hurt you. You forget - I'm a trained assassin."

Your bottom lip wobbled as your eyes filled with fresh tears again. Natasha dropped the shears and tugged you into her. You both sank to the floor as you held Natasha close, your back hitting the tree. Once you finished crying, Natasha wiped away the last of your tears.

"See, if you didn't have your wings, then how are we supposed to have secret conversations?" She smiled cheekily at you as she lifted them both up and wrapped them around you both.

"The damn things heal too quickly for me to cut them off myself. Besides, I'm pretty sure they grow back after a month."

Natasha hit you "Don't even joke."

kotenok part. twelve

while you and natasha share a moment of serenity with each other, it’s interrupted when you argue about the conflicts in your relationship.

older!natasha romanoff x younger!reader

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You wake with your head buried between her neck. Natasha smells like lavender, honey, and vanilla all at once. With her hair strewn across her pillow, crimson red locks, curled into little ringlets, they make way for the features on her face.

The way she scrunches herself nose in slumber, pink lips parted as she breathes, and the freckles say a quaint hello as the sun shines softly on the both of you.

It’s small.

The days like these where New York city isn’t in a cloud of pent up rain and thunder, the days where the sun is out to play, shows off for a daring sunset when it hits eight o’clock right on the dot.

The days where you get to wake up with the love of your life in your bedroom with your head buried in the crook of her neck.

You’re the first one to stir awake. Your limbs aching from prior activities from the night before. Only then, which to remind you of the purpling hickeys left on the skin of your inner thighs and thin parts of you neck.

A thumb rubs along the bruising colour on your leg, hissing when you realize it’s still fresh as a wound. You don’t mind it, it’s all what makes you owned by Natasha and you’re proud.

But as the chilly air of the AC hits you awake, you sit up against your body’s aching will and a yawn washes the sleep away.

Natasha is next to wake up. Her arm moving over to your side in instinct of searching for you. When she fails and feels your side empty, but warm, her eyes flutter open to find you staring at her with swollen eyes.

“Morning.” You beam at the older woman with a looped smile, which she returns in the process. But when the slumber in her slips away and Natasha leans her head against your back, you feel her warm breath fan against your skin.

Her arm circles against your tiny body and tugs you close against her front. The older woman has no trouble dragging you against her for the sole reason she overweights you in size.

When you melt against her front, feeling her mock your actions as she buries her face against your neck, your body loses all control in an effort to just feel your lover.

“Good morning, moya krasivaya devushka.” She whispers it like a nun in prayer, like you were the only thing she believed was worth worshiping.

And despite the language barrier, you welcomed her embrace and smiled through it all.

“I have no clue what that meant, but good morning to you too.” The redhead hums against your skin, her pale slender fingers drawing circles against the skin that protects your ribs.

She makes another noise of content, this time, pulling her head away to pepper open mouthed kisses on the paper thin skin of your pulse. You jerk slightly in response, but found pure and content comfort in her touch and hold.

The older woman held you like that, breathing in and out as her chest presses against yours. With the curve of your back pressed against her chest, her lips on your skin, gentle sayings were whispered along the way.

“I love you.” She tells you, and Natasha makes you feel it every day of your waking moment.

You smile in return, your head lulling back against her shoulder. The action makes the older woman pause and sigh. “I love you more.”

When you and Natasha finally find the energy to slip away from bed and enter the common room, the two of you are greeted by your friends. Steve is bright and awake, covered in his gym clothes, you have no doubt he just came back from running with Bucky.

Natasha has her hair in a braid, settled to one side, she dawns black leggings with a zip up hoodie that looks too small for her. You gave that to her, the grey hoodie from Lululemon that was a size too big for you, was then rewarded to your girlfriend when she said she was a size four while you were a zero.

She makes oatmeal for the both of you. Raisins in yours and she likes hers bland. Wanda enters the room, and when she does, awareness of her presence is inevitable. But she gently smiles when she sees the two of you.

Suddenly, it’s not all too bad.

When the two of you sit on the barstool next to each other, Natasha plans the day ahead.

You stand beside the older woman as she signs the receipt, with a big purchase like that, Natasha doesn’t even blink an eye at how the total exceeds two zeros.

You pursed your lips in tow, biting your tongue after to let the question from slipping from your lips. But just as Natasha finishes with the sales associate, the redhead looks up from heavy red lashes and stares with striking emerald eyes.

“What’s on your mind, darling?”

The sales associate disappears the moment the bag is in Natasha’s hand. She doesn’t bat another eye at the employee despite being well aware of his knowing look towards the famous Avenger.

It’s the first time Natasha calls you by such name in public and especially around people. As you stare into her gaze, the smile on her lips present and deepening the smile lines and wrinkles, you know it’s genuine.

You shake your head, smiling as you flush under her gaze. “Nothing. I love you.”

Her brows raise a bit. Her lips purse just as yours did, the only difference is that she’s forcing a smile away. Her pale cheeks are red now, you almost feel bad for making such a sensual woman blush within a simple advocation of admiration.

But she expresses back with a hand reaching out to yours. She squeezes your hand, and then she lets the grin rip all over her face.

Only then, you remember the very first time you’ve loved a girl. The brown headed girl, with the pale skin sprinkled with freckles, and her striking green eyes.

You don’t remember anyone else to love after her. She was only there for a brief moment in your life, a few years or so, sat on different sides of the steel bars, and only then, you remember what it is to feel in love.

You know, and you remember because as you stand there with a smiling Natasha Romanoff, you feel it in the bones that were once broken and bruised, now healed and kissed by none other.

She cocks her head this time, curious and concerned for the sudden silence on your end. And this time, she reaches out with a touch of comfort on the pads of her finger tips.

“You sure?”

You balance the weight of your body on your right feet, shoulders sagging as you blink naively at your lover.

“Did you see the smile Wanda gave us today?”

Natasha is the type to suppress her emotions. The type to have been trained to do so for her whole life. And with that training, comes a time of need. In this moment, you can’t read her.

Your shoulders sag and you purse you lips, waiting for her answer if if it were going to burn you.

“I did.”

“I’m glad.”

She raised a brow. “Are you?”

You nod this time, a small smile erupting on your chapped lips. “I am.” You sigh softly. “I think... Well, I hope, she’s opening up to the idea of my happiness with you.”

“I hope that’s her intentions.” Natasha stands taller now and the sales associate is long gone, had been since he handed her the bag. “You never know with Wanda.”

“She has been hurt, Talia.”

“As if you hadn’t been.” The redhead scoffs, almost offended. “Do not apologize on behalf of the woman who hurt you, darling. It only makes you look bad.”

You get angry with Natasha for a moment. Your heart aches with a hurt that you’ve haven’t felt.

“I’m not apologizing for her behalf.” You snap back accordingly and this time, Natasha stands to tower your small stature. “I’m merely sympathizing for her pain because I know what it had been like for someone important to me be taken away.”

You go on with a warm face and blurred vision. It makes Natasha look like a white blob with red hair.

“It’s not wrong to care, Natalia. It’s not wrong to care about people who have been hurt. And it’s definitely not wrong to care about someone like Wanda who’s experienced enough torment in their life. I am trying to be better than the people who have made me. But I am sorry if you cannot see that.”

“I’m not blind.”

You huff at your girlfriend’s words and for the very time, your throat aches at the idea of talking to Natasha about such a topic.

“I never said you were.”

“You implied it.”

You shake your head, attempting to remove the impending ache that spread across your temple and your front. You sigh when it doesn’t work and so, your shoulders sag in defeat.

“I’m ready to go home.”

And this time, Natasha doesn’t reply back. She doesn’t snap back with a comment, she doesn’t try to talk back to you with a tone that makes you want to step away.

Instead, she leads the way out of the store, then through the crowded floors of the mall, and then into the parking where a valet driver returns her car. You sit where you’ve always have, next to her, but as the silence settles in her Corvette, you realize how much the argument has affected her.

She even goes to grip the steering wheel with a hold that makes her knuckles white and she huffs. As she stares right ahead of her, through the glass and the line painted onto the concrete floor of the parking garage, she’s the first to break the silence.

“You’re right.” You blink up at her when she says the words and the anger you held for the older woman shatters with a crack. “I suppose I’m afraid of her hurting you the way other have done it. I just want you to be happy and I just want your life to be filled with people who do make you happy. Even if it means rejecting those who fit into mine.”

She goes on. “You’re right that it’s not wrong to care about people but I just want you to be careful about how you care for them. I’ve met the other end of the witch, darling, she’s just not all about the words she speaks. If she wanted, and that’s a big if, she could make you disappear.”

You swallow to speak but apparently, she had more to say. “Wanda... I never loved her. At least not in the way she wanted me to. We both craved something that we couldn’t fully give, I needed a distraction, she gave it, but she expected more and I didn’t. It’s hard enough loving someone who’s twenty years your junior and everyone is chastising you for it but doing it with a failed one night stand who seems to have fallen for you? I’d take you anywhere just to have peace with you.”

When the silence settled back in and she finishes, you reach for the love of your life’s hand with a touch so gentle, she would’ve never even felt it if you hadn’t slipped your fingers through hers.

“Wanda is someone we can’t force out of our lives.” Natasha knows that and you too. “But I want to keep loving you without fear or judgment of others. And if apologizing and catering to her will do that, I’d gladly take the opportunity.”

When Natasha turns her head and faces you, a pink shade to her cheeks, a frown blossoms on your lips.

“I never meant to chastise you for caring about people. I think it’s great that you do, but I worry and I just want you to live your life to the fullest. Wanda has no part in our relationship and I don’t think she should, regardless of what she used to mean to me.”

“I know. I know.” Your response to her apology is one that’s genuine. And as Natasha starts the car and backs out of the parking garage, you hold her hand and squeeze it. You turn to her with gentle eyes and an aching heart.

For a moment, she takes her eyes off the road, it’s empty anyways, Natasha has a sense of a bird, of an assassin. She’s always on guard. And for a second between that moment, her eyes shine with glimmer.

“I love you.”

Her hand squeezes yours, and the air runs through the locks of your hair as the windows come down. Your gaze never leaves your lover and you know, even now and even through the argument, you love her, no doubts, no hesitation, even through the worst of it all.

“And I’m sorry.”

You shake your head at your lover’s words. Despite it all, you know she means well, she means her words and her actions with all the love she has for you.

She’s willing to drop everything for a life of happiness with you and your heart aches at the thought of her selfishness, her willingness to just be with you.

You smile at Natasha when the car stops at a light, your features soft while she replicates your own.

“I know.”

There hasn’t been any certainty for a while in your life but as you look at the redhead, you know you’ll be alright.

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natasha who’s readers mom and ballet teacher and she’s been spending more time with her other students her and her daughter gets jealous, and maybe it ends in smut?

warnings: mom!natasha x ballet dancer!daughter!reader, inc3st, and groping. NSFW

DO NOT READ if this triggers you. Your media consumption is your responsibility.

Your eyes travelled over to her. She was moving back and forth between students, arms crossed in concentration as she spoke in french, cursing and sometimes scolding the girls for getting their positions wrong.

While another time you would’ve felt the second hand embarrassment, you grinned to yourself in pure content as you watched your fellow dancers be scolded by your own mother.

Now, with minutes nearing the end of class, you were giddy with glee to finish the session. You could come back home with your mother and spend the rest of the day out and about or rather resting with her.

But when the bell rang and the time was up, your mother made no move to budge. You frowned, watched her shake her head as she then huffed at one of the dancers.

“Mama, are you finished?”

She ignored you as she moved to adjust the girl. But when they failed to meet her adjustment, the older woman sighed and shook her head. She then waved off the dancer, along with everyone else as she called for another session to be done tomorrow.

As every dancer moved out of the room, the door closed shut, closing both you and your mother inside. You stood up with excitement, prancing over to the older woman with a grin as you tapped her shoulder.

“Are we to go home now, mama?”

“Give me a moment, dorogaya.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, pushing whatever breasts you had together.

“You said that last time, mama. I want to go home now with you.” Your demands were clear and Natasha could sense the frustration and definite jealousy.

The redhead sighed and then pinched the bridge of her nose before she turned and faced you. She feigned a smile as she did, not wanting to disappoint nor anger you any further.

After all, she just had spent most of her day training the dancers. It was only fair that her love deserved all the attention the redhead could offer.

“You are right, my love.” The redhead nodded, and then inches towards you with open arms. As you welcomed and melted into her hold, her lips caressed the shell of your ear. “Did you miss me too much?”

You nodded as your eyes darted from the closed door. The blinds down and the city lights settled into large windows of the studio. “I did.”

Your mother’s hand falls, from your waist to the curve of your bum through your leotard as it disappears under your mesh skirt.

“Mama, we’re still at school...” You whimper gently when her teeth grazes your skin, barely even nips it as she goes.

Your mother’s teasing touch comes to a halt when her hand nears your warm core, melting and wetting the fabric of your leotard.

She pulls her head away and with a raised brow, she stares at you feigning innocence.

“I thought you wanted my attention?”

no i wanted to say u but that sounds weird so i said ur

I- okay? 😭 I mean like.. I appreciate it?

I just realised that nearly EVERYTHING would have to be ordered online..,, lol rip reader I mean at least Nat gets those gift points😭😂??? I just wondering if Natasha ever let reader out of the apartment? Like what if they got severely injured or something? Also yes.,, mommy kink please👀

I would send this as an ask but my tumblr wont let me send anything😭

slowly making dark nat lighter through my dumb headcanons because the whole situation is just so ridiculous. so stupid. so alluring. she gets insane cash back for the amount of online shopping she does on her card because it’s not like she can take r out to go clothes shopping, asos is the best you’re getting baby