Nova Black is a 20 year old that was infected with a parasite. Nick Fury found out about her and called her in for the Avengers.
What happens when she meets Natasha Romanoff?
Will her past catch up with her?
Avengers: Assemble - ✅
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- "Weirdos." - (Aaaand we have a part two to thy smut. Warnings: degrading, a lil bit of praise, oral, overstimulation, begging, restraints with tentacles, dom!Nova, sub!Natasha, light dirty talk, crying kink a little, slight blood kink, Venom making Nova a cock I think that's it. Please comment, it entertains me and it makes me laugh)
Natasha's hands fumbled at the apartment door handle as Nova pressed her to the door, lips locked together in a rough, hungry kiss. The door knob jiggled, the old flat door rusty out of not being used in a while. Grunting slightly, Nova reached past Natasha, breaking the door handle off and the blonde kicked open the door.
Nova pushed her through the doorframe, carelessly kicking it shut with a quiet click. Nova crouched down slightly, gripping Natasha's thighs and lifting her up, the basket still in her hand while the shorter woman locking her legs around her waist, giggling loudly against her lips.
"Quiet down, doll face. Don't wanna wake up Sam and Steve." Nova smiled, carrying her to their bedroom. "Think you can do that for us?"
"Mhm." Natasha hummed quietly, playing with the ends of Nova's messy hair.
"Good." Nova mused, opening the bedroom door and closing it quickly, placing the basket down on the floor by the bed.
Nova moved over to the bed, falling onto it and catching herself, hovering over Natasha who kept her legs around her waist tightly, squeezing Nova with her thighs a little. Sitting up on her knees, Nova pulled her hoodie over her head with one hand, throwing it on the floor somewhere.
Gripping the waistband of her leggings, Nova tugged off Natasha's, the blonde not have bing put back on her shoes. Hovering her arms in the air, Natasha let Nova pull off her hoodie, leaving her in just her lace underwear as Nova discarded her shoes and leggings quickly, leaning back over Natasha.
Their lips met for the thousandth time that evening, Nova's tongue pushing into her mouth and stroking over Natasha's. The shorter woman moved her hands down to the back of Nova's neck but they were soon pulled off as the tattooed woman pinned them next to her head, interlocking their fingers together.
Parting from the kiss, Nova nudged Natasha's head backwards and she complied, revealing her neck to the taller woman as she started to kiss down it, nibbling across the skin. Slowly, Nova's hands left Natasha's, running down her sides with a feather light touch against her rib cage.
Natasha's hands went to tangle in Nova's hair as the woman reached her collarbone, scraping her teeth across it but Nova just grabbed them again, placing them above Natasha's head and looking up at her through her eyelashes.
"Keep them there." Nova ordered lowly, crawling further down Natasha's body.
Biting her lip, Natasha concealed a small moan as Nova wrapped her lips around one of her nipple, flicking her tongue over the bud as her other hand came up to squeeze her other breast, brushing her thumb over the nipple, making it harder.
