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Honey Pots and Feathers.

Child!Natasha Romanoff & Pooh Bear!Reader (I can't believe I wrote this either)

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: I chose Winnie the Pooh AU. The headcanon is that Natasha watches a Winnie the Pooh Cartoon as part of her Red Room conditioning and The Hundred Acre Woods becomes her safe place.

This is either ridiculous or it's lowkey angst, who knows. References to Red Room abuse.

Days were hard to remember sometimes. Pooh liked to think that the days when he ate the most honey were the Very Best of Days. Piglet disagreed, he said that the days when he found fresh acorns were always the Very Best of Days. He said it was nice to have one less worry.

Pooh politely told Piglet that when he found fresh honey he would eat it that very day.

That night, Pooh found he couldn’t sleep. He felt sorry for Piglet. Pooh decided he wouldn’t be in a hurry to eat acorns either. He planned to suggest a new rissupay to Piglet.

Natasha had told them all about rissupays the last time she had visited. Natasha had been hungry and her stomach had rumbled. Piglet had offered her an acorn, but she declined. Natasha told them that she didn’t know any rissupays for acorns.

Pooh asked about rissupays because his tummy was always growling and he liked the idea of turning acorns into something nicer. Like honey, perhaps.

Natasha had led them along the path to Eeyore’s as she explained about rissupays. She said it was like magic. Add a little bit of thisandthat and suddenly food became much nicer. Pooh didn’t know where one could find thisandthat, but he had started keeping an eye out just in case.

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The next morning, Pooh decided he would indulge in a little honey for his breakfast. He got his paws quite sticky, but he didn’t let it phase him. Tigger bounced in just as the jar of honey was getting much lighter.

“The news is that Natasha will be coming to see us soon.” Tigger told Pooh with an extra bounce.

‘Oh, that’s wonderful news.” Pooh patted his tummy with delight. Everyone loved Natasha. She was clever and funny and often said the nicest things.

Tigger bounced away just when Piglet arrived.

‘Good morning Pooh.’ Piglet said. ‘Did you hear the good news?’

Pooh informed Piglet that he had. Piglet told Pooh that he was going to give Natasha a gift when she got here. Natasha didn’t have as many things as other children. She told them that she didn’t mind though. Natasha was happy to have such good friends.

Pooh liked that he was one of her friends. He decided Piglet had had a Very Good Idea. He decided that he would give Natasha a jar of honey.

Pooh thought that honey might be very important for Natasha’s rissupays.

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That afternoon, after a spot of lunchtime honey, Pooh and Piglet wandered along the path to Rabbit’s House.

When they got there, Natasha was already sitting on her tree stump. There was an assortment of gifts at her feet.

When she saw Pooh, Natasha waved. Pooh waved back. His paw got stuck to his fur and he realised that he hadn’t Cleaned Up Properly after lunch. But, that was okay because Natasha wouldn’t mind.

Natasha was sitting with Kanga and Roo. Natasha had a bruise on her face and Kanga was telling her about how brave she was.

Pooh and Piglet sat next to Natasha on the tree stump. Pooh listened respectfully and patiently because being brave was very important.

Natasha gave Pooh and Piglet one of her Big Bright Smiles. She showed them the feather that was resting behind her ear. Natasha’s hair was red and she liked to keep it braided. Sometimes, when she could visit for a little while, Natasha would braid Eeyore’s hair too.

Eeyore didn’t usually like anything, but he liked Natasha's braids. Natasha was very talented and smart. That was why she was sometimes too busy to visit.

Piglet gave her his special present. He’d made her an acorn necklace. Natasha said it was the prettiest joolery that she had ever been allowed to wear.

Pooh stayed quiet. He was thinking now that he had brought quite a big jar of honey. He wondered if so much honey might actually make Natasha feel ill.

Tigger bounced into the clearing then. Rabbit rolled his eyes. Tigger told them all that he’d thought of a song on his travels. Natasha was very excited to hear it.

So was Pooh, although he wasn’t very good at remembering songs. Neither was Tigger unfortunately. All he could remember was that it had been about Natasha and the scary Heffalumps.

Natasha had been very brave the last time she had visited. Pooh had told her about the scary Heffalumps that lived in the darkest part of the forest. Natasha had found a sharp stick and walked into the forest all by herself.

She told them that Heffalumps were not as scary as the Big Bad Man. Piglet had started trembling. He’d asked if they also lived in the darkest part of the forest.

Natasha said that the Big Bad Man was only scary for her. That was when Piglet had offered her some of his acorns.

Pooh remembered this and he asked Natasha about the Big Bad Man. He asked if she’d tried a sharp stick.

Natasha started to cry and Pooh felt very sad. Natasha said that it felt a little bit good to cry because it wasn’t something she normally got to do. She told them the Big Bad Man was still there and that she was still scared of him. The Hundred Acre Woods became very silent all of a sudden.

Natasha said that there were other Big Bad Adults too. Kanga held Natasha’s hand when she talked about it and that made Natasha cry again. Pooh tried not to feel too sad because he knew that Natasha wanted to cry a little bit.

Natasha said that the Big Bad Adults wanted every day to be a Very Good Day. But, sometimes, that was very hard for Natasha to do.

Piglet asked if she had to find acorns for them.

Natasha shook her head. She said she had lots of Rissponzebillytees. No one knew what that word meant, except Owl.

Owl said that it meant that Natasha had little problems that she carried around in her pocket. Natasha said that was close enough.

Natasha said that it was hard because sometimes when she didn’t have a Very Good Day, she had to have a Very Bad Day.

Pooh asked worriedly if Very Bad Days meant hardly any honey.

Natasha looked even sadder then, and Pooh thought she looked like Eeyore when he’d had his surprise party. She said that Very Bad Days meant no food at all.

Suddenly, Pooh felt very sorry for keeping his present to himself.

He gave the big jar of honey to Natasha. Natasha gave him a big hug in return. She told him that he was the Best Bear in the Whole World.

Pooh didn’t know how big the Whole World was, but he knew it was much bigger than the Hundred Acre Woods.

Pooh told Natasha that she was very brave. He told her that every day he got to spend with Natasha was one of his Very Best Days.

Natasha told them all that she was very happy to have them as friends. She gave Kanga a special smile because Kanga had made her feel brave again.

She opened the jar of honey and tried a little piece.

Pooh asked if she thought it was the best honey. He was quite sure that it was. For the first time ever, Pooh didn’t wish that he was having a morsel of it too.

Natasha shook her head after a moment.

‘No.’ She told them sadly. ‘Pretend food doesn't taste the same.’

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HELP I JUST REALISED THAT IN OHIO MELINA SAID THAT SHE WANTED CAVIAR AND CHAMPAGNE DURING DINNER AND IN THE TRAILER NAT WATCHING THE JAMES BOND MOVIE WAS EATING CAVIAR😭😭😭 NATASHA JUST WANTS TO BE LIKE HER MAMA

The Fairytale Falls Apart AU

Summary: It’s not that you don’t see the red flags. You just choose to ignore them. 

a/n: loosely going off of this.

18+! Minors DNI!

Intro coming soon

The Fairytale Falls Apart

Settle Down

ITS BEEN SO LONG !

Also a dark!Wandanat where they see you at your job one day and have to be with you 😩

A/N: I would love nothing more than for wandanat to see me working and just be like “hm...let’s fix that” also I know I’ve been gone for years 🥲

warnings: dark!fic (18+ ONLY)

✨👻 spooky month requests 👻✨

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“Hey, can you take the customers that just came in?” you hear your manager ask and nod, smoothing your apron as you head to the front.

“Good morning! How can I help you today?”

Two women stand on the other side of the counter, and as their attention diverts from the items behind the glass to you, charming smiles appear on their faces. The one on your left has bright blonde hair resting on her shoulders in contrast to her counterpart with orange hair, both hiding behind sunglasses, but you couldn’t help feeling like you’d seen them somewhere. 

“Good morning, love,” the orange haired woman speaks softly as she steps a bit closer. “We’ve never been here before. What do you recommend?”

“If you’re feeling something sweet, these donuts are amazing,” you tell them as you gesture to a couple, moving down the counter a bit and the pair follows. “If not, these cheddar bagels are also my favorite.”

“I think we’ll take something sweet,” the blonde woman answers with a grin. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all!”

You carefully package the donuts that your customers select and ring up the transaction, answering a few questions about what the city is like, as they’re apparently just visiting for a while and wanted to know more about the area. When you finish, you’re startled by the blonde woman leaning over the counter to tuck a cash tip in your apron pocket before the pair thanks you and head out while holding hands.

“They must really like you,” your manager jokes as they approach and you cover your face with a laugh.

Outside of the bakery, Wanda climbs onto the bike behind Natasha, placing the food in her bag before wrapping her arms around her waist.

“Do you think asking someone we just met to join us while we’re on the run is coming off too strong?” Wanda asks over Natasha’s shoulder, who chuckles in response almost immediately.

“Who said we were going to ask?”

Can i pls request an older!Nat x younger!reader (legal age gap). Praise/degradation kink, cum filled strap, squirting, overstimulation, daddy!Nat and LOTS OF AFTERCARE. Up to you if reader is top or bottom.

If you feel uncomfortable with something you can skip it, i’m so sorry in advanced.

warnings: older!nat x younger!reader, major age gap, slight dark themes but nothing too obvious, secret relationships, praise/degradation, overstimulation, slight dom/sub dynamics, cum play, cream pie, oh god this is so fucking disgusting ew i’m sorry

Theres something about the way Natasha moves against you. The push-pull stride of her hips that meet your own. The caress of her hand against the spine of your back while you bury your face in her neck.

She does it so carefully and so calculated that a shiver mixes in with the orgasmic pleasure that settles in the pits of your stomach.

She’s been fucking you for the last half an hour. The faux cock attached to her, splitting you open in a need to make you cum. It’s the way that you’ve nearly cum five times, for only her to pull back in the last minute.

You’re practically shaking as she holds you. Your small body, caged in her large frame, the action has you whimpering her name for attention.

“N-Natty... Ple—ase..?”

The redhead looks at you, an unwavering look on her features as her brows rise. Her eyes widen then drop to where the two of you are closely connected.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Need you, please,” your begs sound so pathetic as they echo the small hotel room. The older woman finds pleasure when you find a look degradation on her face. “Be a good girl for you...”

She considers it. For a moment, just a split second, you think you’ll finish then and there. But she sits back on her thighs, and then pushes your back flat against the cheap hotel bed. Her large hard wraps over that spot on your hip; gripping tight enough to leave bruises.

“Just a little bit more for me, alright, bug?” It’s not a question she wants answers, but the older woman does nod as if you’ve said yes. You have no choice but to take it as her hips slam hard against you. The pace starts up against, and there’s a silent scream that parts your mouth open.

You’re sure if you and her weren’t stuck up in a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city, then the sounds of skin slapping and grunting would be enough to ensue a police investigation. But you’re lucky the redhead had chosen a place so quaint yet so secretive.

Almost as if she’s been here before.

The thought makes your way and then it goes; too busy wrapped up in the sensation of the older woman thumbing at your swollen clit. So sensitive, so overstimulated, the action makes you whine and push her hand hand.

“I’ll be good, p-please...”

There’s a look of hesitation, then Natasha cocks her head. “Yeah? Gonna let me cum inside?”

You nod, eager. “Y-Yeah, anything, Natty - Just—”

Then there’s a hand circling over your neck, and another pawing at your chest. The fabric of your baby tee scrunches under her rough touch.

“Okay, bunny. I’ve got you, yeah?”

Tears swell in the corners of your eyes as she speaks. The smile on her face widening at the sight of you before she scoops your tiny body, and presses your front against her own.

From there, her hands work you up and down the faux cock. The girth and length of the toy splitting you open, and caressing that little spot where the curve of the toy just hits right. It doesn’t help that your clit ribs so deliciously well against Natasha’s stomach, making you cry and cry out of pleasure before you shake in a climax.

When all you see is white, and your body vibrates in stimulation, the older woman just melts against you in an embrace. The sensation of your orgasm and her cum painting your insides practically throws you into overdrive; your head dizzy and eyes cloudy.

“Green, baby?”

You nod, whimpering when she moves against you the slightest. “Your—”

You cry out when she pulls out and you feel her finish spill out; wetting the sheets and her below you. You can barely see straight but when you do, and you finally see clear of the redhead, she’s already for a finger or two back into your cunt; pushing and playing with cum as she smears it everywhere.

She looks in awe.

“Natty?”

Her eyes travel back to you. Then and there, you know you won’t be getting any sleep.

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*

Fleeting

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 561 words

A/N: Have forgotten how to write because I have the mind of a fish. trying to get back into it. Fluff.

You notice one day that Natasha is insecure.

 It’s almost funny to you, the concept is so surreal.

Her confidence is why you started talking.

She’s driving you home and she glances over.

Her smile is nervous and you don’t understand why.

Before she pulls up outside your building, she tells you thank you.

Her voice is hoarse and you’re surprised.

You give her a gentle smile back.

Your eyes meet. 

Understanding settles between you.

Natasha kisses you.

Your voice is hoarse when you murmur thank you too.

Natasha stays over that night.

Your lives starts tangling together.

It feels good.

She taps your waist when she walks around you. 

The gesture is light as air, it makes you feel settled.

Natasha sings when she cooks.

You ask her if it makes the food taste better. She sticks her tongue out and offers you a forkful.

Natasha tells you that you’re shit at video games. 

Her voice is so pitying that you feel like you’ve been diagnosed with ineptitude.

She plays Mario Kart with you every single night.

She teases you about your driving, but her smile is excited.

She keeps asking you to play again.

She straddles you on the sofa and tells you that you’re a danger behind the wheel.

You are her friend. 

You are more than that too.

But, being her friend feels special.

You want to celebrate every part of loving her.

She trusts you.

You don’t realise at first.

She starts telling you about the missions she goes on.

At first, she only tells you vague locations.

Then, she starts to debrief little fragments. 

One day, you find her caught in a silent storm of tears.

She lets you hold her.

Things are different then.

She invites you to sleep over more and more. 

You start splitting your time between apartments.

One afternoon, you arrive earlier than expected.

Natasha glances guiltily at the sofa when she lets you in. 

You see your usual pillow lying there.

You realise that she holds it when you’re not here.

That night you tell her that you love her.

Her smile is wide. 

Her eyes fill with relieved tears.

She was waiting for you.

Natasha starts holding your hand when you walk together. 

She asks your opinion about everything.

She starts playing your favourite music.

Natasha gives you her favourite book. 

The pages are worn and you feel like she’s written on every page.

You borrow her laptop and learn that she’s looking at new apartments.

You think she’s moving away. 

Natasha finds you crying.

She starts crying too.

You’ve never seen her so scared.

Her words are disjointed when she tries to tell you about family.

About what she’s never really had.

About what you mean to her.

Natasha tries to tell you that she wants to live with you.

She can’t meet your eyes.

Her fingers are tapping, and the sound slips from rhythmic to compulsive.

You wonder if she’s counting out your last seconds together.

You watch her wait for you to leave.

Things slide into place.

Your voice is careful, but it’s also certain.

You ask if you can be her family now.

Natasha cries harder.

You touch her tapping fingers and they stop moving abruptly.

You kiss her knuckles.

Natasha is not a time or place.

Natasha is not fleeting.

Natasha is your family.

natty dropping to her knees to eat her little valentine out <333

warnings: older!nat x kotenok!reader, oral sex (r receiving), and age gap. nsfw

“Hey.”

Her smile grows when her eyes drop to where you’re sitting. The small make shift bench in side her walk in closet seems more comfortable than it looks like.

But it’s the way Natasha looks at you from where she stands with her hair up in a bun and cheeks pink from working out.

“Hi, Natty.”

She reaches out a hand to dance her knuckles along the apple of your cheek. “You look pretty like this.”

“Really?” You ask her, genuine shock present in doe eyes.

The older woman nods and tilts your chin up with a finger. “You don’t think so, kotenok?”

You shrug, then look away from her gaze. “I don’t really think about it too much.” The words feel more intimate now that the two of you are so physically close.

But it’s the silence that makes you take a shaky breath of air. Natasha sees it and a frown erupts on her lips. Her hand reaches over again to force your attention back to her where her thumb draws over the crevices of your bottom lip.

“Can I kiss you?”

You look baffled by the question, almost feeling the blood that rushes to your cheeks and nose. But you nod anyways and bite your lip rather nervously.

“Okay?”

You nod again. “It’s more than okay, Natty.”

The older woman leans a great height to kiss you. What was supposed to be a simple kiss turns deep when you feel her tongue smooth over your bottom lip for access. It’s the whimper that parts your part and allows her access, and it’s the hand sneaking around your neck that has you heaving in response.

Natasha grows weary as she bends over. Kneeling down and settled between your parted legs, the red head pulls away to breath and she looks at you shameless.

“You alright, Bunny?”

You flush under the use of your nickname. The way the word falls so gracefully from your girlfriend’s plump lips has you clenching your thighs in arousal.

Natasha notices and with a grin, she cocks her head in faux inquiry. “Want me to help you? Make you feel good, yeah?”

Your eyes widen at her offer. While shy, who were you to deny the red headed bombshell in front of you? Your libido and abstinence could only do so much for you. Especially with the way the older woman kneels in front of you as if in prayer.

“O-Okay, Natty.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, shy.

Her hand squeezed your thigh from where it laid. She was just as excited as you were and she made it obvious with the way she bit her lip as she leaned in to kiss you.

While her lips pecked your own in a quick manner, her hand slipped around the small cropped lounge shorts you were wearing. The soft cotton fabric felt like sandpaper against her skin and she was just as eager to tug it down your legs and let it look around your ankles.

Your heart raced out of your chest just as her hands peeled your legs apart by the knee. Despite the lack of light, the small ambiance of the lamp casted a daring shadow over your girlfriend’s features.

You had nearly forgotten the fact that you were bare to here in your shared walk in closet and that you were dripping onto the bench, anticipating her next move.

Her eyes travelled to you then to where you had your legs separated. “Jesus Christ,” her cheeks grow red at the sight of you.

You were glistening, Natasha could definitely say that. But it was the way you were looking at her with big, wide, doe eyes that shed whatever’s left of your innocence that made Natasha breathless.

Nevermind the sight of your cunt, pink and puffy, wet and drooling all over her three thousand dollar hand crafted bench. She was at awe. Both at how beautiful you were and how much she loved you.

“Sweetheart,” her growl returns you to the land of the living. Your eyes staring at her dead ahead before within a blink, and her head nudges it’s place between your legs.

A silence screams parts your mouth and the sensation of her tongue fills your cunt with ease - the familiarity of her touch caressing your insides.

“Natty - OH!”

Your body falls and arches against her. Theres that coil in your stomach that churns and curls your toes. It makes you heave before forcing your hands to grip the curls on her head.

“Jesus,” she pulls away enough to mumble it against your wet cunt. “So - So sweet for me, honey.”

A shaky whimper breaks the silence, and with your shaking legs and bucking hips, you near your finish with a loud cry of the redhead’s name. Natasha moans boastfully loud, the vibration enough to make you sensitive and pull away from her anxiously.

“Too m-much. H-Hurts.”

She pulls away, mouth and chin glistening with wetness. Her tongue barely makes an appearance but when it does, she licks away the reminiscent of you.

Then a grin pulls up on her swollen lips. Her fingers hook around your ankles, and before you know it, her mouth is back on yours.

sera , my love! how are you?

I can't tell if this is a porn bot or sarcasm lmao