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it's been 5 years since endgame and I'm missing Nat all over again so... here's a little playlist i made a few months back.
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow#natasha romanoff imagine#black widow x reader#black widow x yn#marvel#avengers#avengers imagines#natasha romanoff x yn
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quiet, little one.
pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader
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summary: your boyfriend was blipped and you had been living alone with natasha romanoff for five years, until she made a move on you that you could never oppose.
warnings: rough sex, g!p natasha, dirty talking, daddy kink, face slapping, pet names, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cheating, natasha being a little pervert, dark!natasha, and more - 18+ MINORS DNI.
author’s note: i liked this very much
"Bad day?"
Natasha looked over her shoulder, taken aback that you were awake at this hour. She gave you a long look and a shrug before returning to her coffee and pouring herself a cup.
"You're wide awake."
"I haven't really slept," you admitted sheepishly as you wrapped your cardigan around yourself even closer; her presence kills you. You're not sure if you want to stay up with her or not, yet being with her makes you feel better. This is beyond explanation. "You should be sleeping; you've been awake for two days."
"I'll be fine," she muttered, licking her dry chapped lips as she looked at you with heavy bags under her eyes. "You should get some rest, my dear. Do you have any classes tomorrow?"
You shook your head.
"Peter isn't around anymore," you said quietly. "What's the point of going back to class?"
You've lost loved ones, including Natasha's, since the blipped occurred. Except for some of the Avenger's, including Natasha, you have no idea who else is left on this planet. You've been living in this compound for quite some time now, because when you returned to your house, everyone had vanished. Washed away. I wiped it away. The older woman gently comforted you, letting you know she was there.
She has been for the past five years.
"It's your last year, why waste it?" she remarked, approaching you and brushing some of your hair away from your face. "Can't waste a pretty face like that, Kotenok."
"I still don't know what kotenok means," you chuckled quietly, attempting to hide your face, but she held you still with her chilly fingers on your cheek. She looks down at you, expecting that you'll return her gaze, but you can't. You'd fall in love with her if you did. You've been battling it. "Would you mind telling me what it means?"
Natasha responds by shaking her head and pecking your brow with her wet lips.
For a brief moment, you could feel your heart halt.
"Never," she says as she strokes your cheek with her thumb. "Get some rest, little girl. I'll see you later."
the night, you tried to sleep, wondering what the term meant. Was she making a move on you? That's ludicrous; she'd never flirt with someone like you. You're too young for her, and she probably wasn't interested in you. You also have a boyfriend who was presumably wondering where you were as well. So you and her would never get along, not in a million years.
The next morning, you were awakened by the sound of thunder outside. It was time to brew some coffee, perhaps even pour a cup for the old Romanoff. As you stepped outside, you noticed Natasha asleep on the office chair with her feet on the table. You smiled to yourself, knowing that she had finally listened to you. So, while she was sleeping, you made her a cup of coffee and microwaved it while you poured yourself one. You leant against the counter, sipping your mug and watching the rain fall heavily.
"You're awake," you said as you turned over your shoulder to hear her groaning in her sleep. You responded with a smile. "Good morning, sweet girl."
"Your nicknames are getting out of hand," you joked as you handed her a cup, which she gratefully took with a tired smile. "How was your sleep?"
"Somehow better, but not always good."
"At least you got some rest before getting back to work."
"Kind of wondering if I should take a break," she said as she turned off her computer and rose up, kissing your forehead as if it were natural. "Maybe you and I could spend some alone time together."
You laughed. "Define being alone together?"
While taking a sip from her cup, she stared at you with those dark emerald eyes, giving you that flirty, deep look that made your tummy flutter. As she sighs heavily through her mouth, the woman presses her hand against your left cheek, massaging it with her finger. If you had to confess it, you hoped she could touch you in ways other than friendly ones. But the moment she kissed your jaw and then your nose, all of your thoughts vanished.
"I..." her worlds trailed off, gulping as if she was committing a sin. "I'm in love with you."
“What–”
"Please don't be upset," she begged, her voice quivering. "I-I know you have a boyfriend, and I shouldn't even like you. But, God, you've been with me for five years now. How could I resist making a move on you?"
"You don't know what you're saying," you said, but largely you liked this confession. You would never have guessed that someone so ancient could be in love with you all these years. Why waste this opportunity?
"Tash, you're probably just tired."
"I'm not," she swiftly disagrees and shakes her head, framing you against the table with those deep blue eyes. "I'm seeking you, Y/n. I've always wanted you. Don't you want me as well, baby?"
You have no idea how much I love you.
"Maybe you should get some more sleep-"
She kisses your lips quickly before pulling away and pressing her forehead against yours. "I love you," she says again, unafraid of what she was saying to you. "I've loved you since the first time I met you. I-I couldn't approach you since Peter was your lover, and if I did, you would not like me as much-"
"Hey, hey," you interrupted her off, clutching her face and kissing her so passionately that you couldn't stand to explain yourself. "Shh, don't say anything. It's all right, Natasha. It's okay, I love you as well."
"Y-you do?" She whimpers, suddenly clutching you in her arms, her hands seizing the back of your waist, crushing her body into yours. "You're in love with me?"
"I'm in love with you."
"You promise?"
You nodded, licking your own lips as you succumbed completely to her. You had to notice that you had been in love with her all along.
"I promise."
Natasha removed your pantyhose as she kissed you passionately into her mouth, feeling every inch of your flesh as if she were about to lose you. You let her take off your clothes, even your hands. She stopped you as soon as you reached for the hem of her boxers.
"I'm big," Natasha says as she kisses your jaw and grabs your wrist to feel her hardening cock in her underwear. "Can you take it?"
"I can," you said firmly as she pushed you back into her bed, spreading your legs with her knees and urgently kissing your chest as the rain fell heavier from the sky. You admire her strong beauty as you push some of her hair away from her face. "You're really beautiful, Tash."
"You're beautiful too," she says as she carefully pulls down her boxers and her cock springs fully erect in the air, a drip of pre-cum visible from the slit of her cock. You grinned shyly as you curled your hand over her length, prompting her to groan. "Jesus, baby... your hand is so small next to my big dick."
You stared down at her appendage, observing how large she was in your grasp. You could feel her veins all around her cock, and your touch turned her tip crimson. She jerked onto your palm as you brought your hand all the way down to the base of her penis, then back up to her tip and squeezed it. She pauses your movement and pecks your lip, chuckling as more pre-cum dribbles in your hand.
"You get me hard whenever I see you," she admits, placing her hand on your left breast and gently squeezing it. "You're too young to notice it. I've always desired and needed you... Unfortunately, I assumed you didn't want me back."
"I-I really wanted you back," you said. "I just... I had a boyfriend back then, Tash."
"You're so adorable, it's almost sinful to be this cute," she chuckles deeply above you, bringing her thumb down to your clit, pressing it hard as you moan out. "You're right, good fucking girl. Do you enjoy it, honey? Do you like it when Daddy rubs your clitty?"
You desperately nodded as you arched your back, her fingers spreading your wet folds as you pumped on her cock repeatedly. She places your hand on top of your head and clutches her penis, putting the tip against your clitoris and letting out a deep groan as she tries not to hump herself against you. "Oh fuck, I've wanted this for ages, little girl. Daddy was thinking about you all the time, all the fucking time..."
Natasha has had a crush on you for 5 years. You were at least 17 or 18 at the time, and it felt improper for her to have feelings for a young girl. You were also not single at the time. So she didn't get her opportunities, which made her feel terrible. She tried jerking herself off every night at the thought of you, but she got weary of it and moved on to fucking fleshlights and your panties, which she was fortunate enough to acquire. Of course, she'd never tell you that. You were too young and too innocent. And now that you're 23, it doesn't feel as wrong as before.
"You make me crazy," Natasha spits onto her cock and spreads the moist tip around your cunt, her hips bucking each time it hits your hole. "You make me want to slip into you this fast; you're so tight..."
You hadn't had sex in a long time, so you knew this would be excruciatingly painful. But you didn't mind the pain; in fact, you craved it. She looks at you and smiles as her massive cock tries to get inside your pussy, prompting you to scream. "You are free to scream all you want, tiny girl. Nobody is going to listen to us anyway."
"N-not even Steve?" says the narrator. You groaned as you examined your genitalia, discovering the tip of her cock inside of you. You moaned at how long and large she was, almost expecting her to fuck you dry. "D-Daddy, I think you're a little too big for me."
"It'll fit," she assures you with a smile, her cheeks quivering as her cock slowly slips into you. "You're very tight for me, Kotenok. I can't even push in..."
"We might need some lube first-"
"It'll ruin the feeling," she says as she pulls your waist down onto the mattress. You put your arms around her neck, attempting to alleviate the pain as pleasure surged through your veins. "It's all right, darling. Daddy is nearly there; just lie still for me."
Natasha finally enters you after 5 minutes, moaning at the sensation of your wetness coating her cock. She sighs into your neck, holding you down while attempting not to have an orgasm from this sensation. She hadn't moved in too long, so she wanted to enjoy every second of it. You cupped her face as you kissed her passionately, your tongue entering her mouth. You two fought for control, but she eventually triumphed and made out with you as her cock was deep in your cunt.
"You like this?" she murmured after a few moments of silence, pulling out a tiny bit before slowly thrusting into you. You whimpered at the tightening of your walls, finally letting go of her thickness. "You're going to make me blow soon, fuck..."
She slides her lips across your mouth, kissing the corner of it as she continues to drive into you hard, causing the bed to shake. She didn't care whether anyone heard you two, or if Steve happened to walk by and see you having sex with his closest friend. "Tell me you want this too," she begged, her breath ragged, in a state of euphoria when she actually believes you want her as much as she wanted you. "T-Tell Daddy that."
"I've wanted this," you said, rolling your eyes at the back of your head, your skin brushing up against hers as she fucked you into her bed, her ass tightening each time her tip poked against your cervix. "Oh my God, Daddy-it feels so good!"
"It certainly does, doesn't it?" She chuckles darkly and lifts both of your hips, forcing them against your chest as she moves farther into you, slush from your cunt filling the air. "Fuck, this is too small for me." My tiny beautiful slut is a little too small for me, huh? You're my good girl, baby? You're my good girl..."
"I'm always your good girl," you said quickly, as you could feel your own orgasm approaching, watching the windows fog up from the heated sex. "Daddy, you're pushing yourself too hard!"
"So wet for me," she whimpers again, sliding her hips into you as she thrusts into your spongy walls, her legs quivering with each g-spot she hits. She sobs into your neck, her calloused fingers firmly holding your breast. "You're lovely to Daddy, so adorable. Aren't you my baby, my little girl? Oh fuck, you're Daddy's little girl..."
She stares down at her cock easily slipping inside of you, watching your cunt clenching around her thick length. The woman groans at the sight, wondering if she could ever cum within your pussy if given the opportunity. Unfortunately, she was unable to. She didn't want to take the chance of you getting pregnant, and she was too lazy to check if you were on the pill, so she humped you hard into the mattress, the bed harshly creaking inside its walls.
Natasha elevates herself a little and presses your breasts together, her cock sloshing inside of you as she jackhammers into your pussy. She shudders as her eyes flutter shut at the sight of your breasts pushed together, wondering whether she could ever fit her cock between those lovely titties. You moaned at the sensation, especially her cock breaching your walls as if by design.
"Good fucking girl," she murmurs above you, locking your arms over your head as she bottoms into you, enthusiastically humping you. "-You're all mine, such a good fucking little girl. Okay? It's all mine, sweetheart. You're Daddy's little girl."
I'll always be your girl, Daddy.
"Your pussy was made for my cock," Natasha growls as she spits into your lips and orders you to swallow her thick wad. "Peter's cock couldn't fill you up; only I can. Do you understand, slut?"
“Daddy–”
"Little girls like you should love my fat cock," she says to you, groaning every time your wet skins touch. The woman glances down at her cock once more, observing your creamy white juice coating her penis. "You're covering my small patch, dear. You're going to make me cum-I'm going to cum so deep inside of you-"
“No!” You tried to shove her chest away, but it was futile. Your toes curled into the bed as you screamed, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! I'm cumming–Oh God, don't stop!"
"Never will, baby," she says fiercely, her hips snapping onto yours as she can't slide herself into you any longer, noticing you clenching around her cock. She breathes, slowly pumping herself out with a whine. "Sit up, little one. Let Daddy cum in your mouth."
"W-Will it taste good?" You questioned, sitting up till her thighs were hovering on each side of your face, with a post-orgasm. “Daddy–”
"It will, baby," she promises as she slaps her cockhead against your wet lips, pushing your head back to suck on her meat. "Try my dick, baby. You like that, don't you? Do you enjoy having Daddy's big dick in your mouth?"
You hummed in response as you tried sucking the majority of her length, but it didn't work. Natasha, of course, had a solution for everything. She continued to crush your head onto her cock until you cried out in pain. She was too large for your mouth, but she wouldn't let you leave.
"Shh," she strokes your tears away, humping your face excitedly as she recalls your small pussy. She wanted to be inside your womb so badly. "I love your tiny throat; you're making Daddy want to shove her dick deep into your mouth..."
She removes the tip of her tongue from your throat, teasingly bringing it to your lips as she slaps you across the face, crying in pain. But she didn't care; she just wanted to dumb you down for her. She wanted you to forget about Peter, to forget about the two of you. You were her property, hers alone to seize.
"Gonna cum on your tongue," she says as she jerks herself off, bringing her hand all the way to the bottom and back up, holding your head close. "That's all, good girl... suck up all my cum-fuck! Here we go... here comes Daddy-"
She spews her sperm all over your mouth, her hips clenching with each unloading of her sperm all over your face. She thought she'd come to an end there, but more poured out of her slit, bathing your mouth with her thick white cum. She pulls you back into the mattress as she opens your legs, slapping her thick cockhead onto your clit and spurting a few more sperm onto your pussy, letting out a heavy sigh when she was finished with you.
"Oh god," she breathes as she lays down by your side, her penis deflating with a happy orgasm that causes her to smile. "That felt incredible, little angel. I can't wait to do that again later because you made Daddy so happy with your mouth."
"L-Later?" you whispered quietly, picturing Natasha could do things with you that you had never imagined before. She smiles and nods, drawing your body closer to her as she gives you a deep kiss on the lips, moaning at the taste of her cum on your tongue.
"Daddy loves you so much," she says softly as she slides her flaccid cock into you with a lengthy groan. "Please just let me use you, okay? Allow Daddy to be buried in your tight warm pussy, just lie still for me."
You were her cock slut that day.
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Forever is the Sweetest Con | N. Romanoff
▹ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
▹ Genre: Fluff with mentions of Smut
▹ Words: ~4k
▹ Summary: The moment you met Nat, you knew it was gonna be one of those things.
▹ Note: I am very gay, that is all.
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You’d first met Natasha at a bar.
It was a Thursday night and the dive bar was empty. Quiet chatter muddled the music coming out of the speakers. You were seated up front at the bartop, a drink in hand, mindlessly stirring it with the pink straw it came with. The stress of the day was heavy on your mind, but lifting with each sip of your drink. The barstool creaked each time you shifted, the disruptive noise keeping you from falling into a haze.
The barstool beside you scraped against the floor, a new presence felt on your left. A soft, tired sigh was breathed through your teeth, assuming it was another man that was insistent he was exactly what you needed. And while normally you’d play into it, twirling your hair and giving them coy smiles, whatever it took to get free drinks for the night. Men were always willing to believe whatever story you painted them, and more willing to believe drinks were all it took for a woman to sleep with them. Then once the night drew to a close, you’d disappear from sight, leaving them high and dry.
Tonight wasn’t one of those nights. You’d take the financial hit of buying your own drinks in return for not having to giggle at inane comments or feign interest at a man finally learning what empathy was via a shroom trip. The day had already been exhausting enough, you didn’t have it in you to fake it.
So you turned your head, a scathing rejection on the tip of your tongue that promptly dissolved. Perched in the barstool with a vintage leather jacket was a redheaded woman. She was striking; emerald eyes with a stare that left you feeling bare and plump lips curled into a coy grin that left you feeling like a nervous teenager again. She had high cheekbones with a face that deserved to be on a magazine, not lit by the dingy bar lights.
“Rough night?” she asked, her voice low and raspy. Her words broke you from the trance she put you in, and from the glint in her eyes, she knew the effect she’d had. Mouth suddenly dry, you swallowed thickly to moisten it, scrambling for something, anything, to say.
“Something like that,” you uttered, tipping your glass into your mouth, relishing in the brief burn brought by the tequila mixed in your drink. With a clink, you set the glass back on the bartop, licking the liquid that fell from your lips.
“Maybe I can help, I know a thing or two about rough nights,” she said, tilting her head to the side, flagging the bartender over to the two of you. “What are you drinking tonight?”
You shrugged, sparing a cursory glance towards your drink before they rested on her again. “Not sure, I let the bartender surprise me. It’s got tequila, I know that.”
“How about you let me surprise you next.” The words fell from her mouth with ease. They were innocent enough, yet that didn’t keep the flush from burning your face. There was a double meaning to her words, you were sure of it, you just weren’t sure of the exact innuendo that was implied.
“Sure, but you’ve gotta give me your name first. I don’t accept drinks from strangers.” Your response was quick, voice not at all betraying just how nervous she made you.
She laughed, a short and quiet sound as her smirk curled into an amused grin. “Well I guess that’s something we need to fix.” She holds her hand out to you, “Natasha.”
You took her hand in yours, shaking it. Her grip was firm, but not painful, hands soft and fitting perfectly within yours. “Y/N.”
“Pretty name for a pretty lady.”
You couldn’t help the snort you breathed out through your nose. You’d heard that line a million times, but never had it sounded so sweet. “If that’s your best line, you must coast on your looks.” You spoke before thinking, internally wincing, praying Natasha wouldn’t take them harshly.
Instead of frowning, and awkwardly mumbling an excuse to leave, Natasha laughed, eyes twinkling with amusement. The noise was pleasant in your ears, making your heart race against your chest. From the light feeling it put in your head, you were determined to hear that sound for the rest of your life.
“So you think I’m pretty?” she asked once her laughter silenced. She raised a single, perfectly plucked brow and leaned her body closer to yours. Her perfume wafted into your senses: vanilla, bergament, and jasmine. It was nearly as intoxicating as the tequila in your drink.
“Am I blind?” you laughed, finishing the rest of your drink, wincing as the liquor burned at the back of your throat. You set the glass down, eyes not leaving Natasha’s for a second.
“I don’t know. How many fingers am I holding up.” She held up three fingers, nails perfectly manicured with fresh polish coloring them red.
You hummed, feigning an inquisitive stare, squinting your eyes for extra flare. Natasha stifled a small chuckle, biting the bottom of her lip. “Two,” you said after a few moments. Natasha snorted and shook her head.
“Three, I’m holding up three. Maybe you really are blind.”
You shook your head, reached toward her hand that was still holding up the same three fingers. Your hand wrapped around hers, causing shivers to run up your spine from the contact. “No, it’s two, this--” you put down her thumb. “-is a thumb. So technically, it was two fingers and a thumb.”
Natasha groaned and rolled her eyes, but didn’t remove her hand from yours. She intertwined her fingers with yours, as comfortable with your touch as you were with hers. “That’s juvenile, it really is.”
“But you can’t argue with the logic,” you responded, laughing lightly and eager to keep her talking. A thousand jokes and quippy comments ran through your mind, anything to keep her laughing at you.
“I could, but I’d much rather just sit here and watch you.”
Your breath was caught in your throat, a flush appearing on your face. You’d heard compliments like that a million times, but those had always felt vapid. Natasha’s eyes though, made you believe she meant it as more than idle flattery. Before you could respond the bartender came over. Natasha ordered two drinks, but you weren’t paying it mind, too busy cementing her side profile to your memory.
“So, Y/N--” Natasha’s voice puts your focus back into the real world. “What’s got you so stressed tonight?”
You sighed, rolling your eyes, today’s work day coming back to you. “Just work. I’d rather not get into it if you don’t mind. I’d like to pretend the day never happened, at least for the evening.”
Natasha nodded, not pushing the issue. She knew stressful work days, and also knew sometimes it was best to not speak on them. A moment later, the bartender slid two drinks towards you two, one of which had another neon pink straw. You grabbed the drink, a huff of laughter leaving your mouth as you sipped from it.
“Well--” Natasha raised her glass and you did the same. “Here’s to drinking away stressful days.”
You clink your glass against hers, a tired grin on your face. “I’ll drink to that.”
You both brought your glasses to your lips, taking a large drink and then setting the glasses on the bartop.
“You got any other plans tonight?” Natasha asked. There was a glint in her eyes you couldn’t place, a coyness in her grin that had been there when she first sat by you and vanished once conversation had flowed. But now it was back and it made your stomach twist in knots.
“No, but I could make some.”
Natasha nodded, finishing off her drink and slamming it on the bartop.
“Good answer.”
You laughed, a weak attempt to ignore your sweaty palms and anxious excitement.
“Charmer.” It was the only response you could think of.
She winked at you, lazily leaned against the bar.
“Takes one to know one.”
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The second time you’d seen her had been in a nightclub.
Bathed in the fluorescent glow of the club lights, red lipstick lined a coy smirk you were beginning to think was her signature. A tight, black dress clung to her body, emphasizing every curve and line of her body. Her auburn hair was straightened and sleek, not a flyaway hair in sight. As usual, she looked beautiful in an impossible way. It was hard to believe she was even looking your way.
But she was, eyes finding yours through the crowd.
Bass rattled the ground, music drowning out the sound of your own rapid heart. Sweat and alcohol mingled in the air, creating a distinct smell that would be burned in your memory when you remembered this night. Dozens of bodies covered the dance floor, though it looked more like mass convulsions instead of dancing, not that they cared. Everyone was too drunk to be self-consciously aware.
A drink in hand, you didn’t dare to look away from Natasha. You felt light; giddy like a schoolgirl from the flutters in your heart.
‘Oh lord,’ you thought. ‘This is gonna be one of those things.’
You threw back the rest of your drink, wincing as it burned and was bitter on your tongue. But you needed the courage that the daze of alcohol brought. It worked, lingering insecurities and anxieties melting away, your mind was focused on one thing.
Like in a trance, you moved through the club, shoving aside sweaty, drunk bodies to reach your intended target. Eye contact with Natasha never wavered or broke even as she began to push through the crowd as well. A part of you was afraid if you looked away she’d disappear. The back of your mind paranoid she was some figment of your imagination created to fill a void.
Natasha met you halfway.
“Funny seeing you here, Y/N.” Her tone was teasing and light, somehow heard over the booming music and cheers of the club.
“Funny indeed. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were following me.” Your lips curled into a smirk, eyes alight with mischief and excitement.
“Am I that obvious?” She leaned closer. Natasha’s hands found a home around your waist and pulled you closer. The familiar scent of her perfume dulled your senses, a welcomed feeling. You briefly closed your eyes, hyper aware of her hands trailing lower than your waist.
“Ooo, a little forward, are we?” You tried to keep your voice even and cool, wanting to keep up the charade of not being completely under her spell.
Natasha chuckled, close enough that the noise tickled your ear. “You didn’t think so last week,” Natasha uttered.
Flashes of last week came back to you, making your skin hot and your face flush. Memories of Natasha wrapped around your body like a python, clothes discarded and forgotten on your floor blurred your vision. You drowned in the scent of her perfume and the sweat that clung to her body, and it lingered long after she’d left. You didn’t wake in time to see her leave, and if it weren’t for the note left on the pillow she laid her head on, you’d think it was a dream.
“Maybe I had some clarity in the morning, you did leave in a hurry afterall.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice. It wouldn’t be fair to be upset, you’d done the same to a million other people. Karma really was a bitch if Natasha was your karma.
“Oh,” she crooned, her lips right by your ear. “Sorry I had to skip out on you, had an early start to work.”
You could barely breathe, short circuiting in the middle of the club. There was a fog in your mind, hazy and unclear when you tried to focus on anything not related to Natasha.
A huff of laughter left your mouth as you grasped for something to say. Despite your best efforts, nothing came to mind.
Natasha pulled back, enough to see your face, but close enough her breath fanned across your face. “I did leave a note though.”
“You did leave a note.”
Suddenly Natasha pulled back, hands moving from your waist to your wrists.
“You wanna dance?” Even though she had asked she didn’t wait for a response, already dragging you back towards the dance floor, a devious glint reflecting in her eyes.
“Dancing is a dangerous game,” you uttered, but went along with Natasha anyway. She was like a succubus and you were her thrall, subject to her will, whatever that may be. You were half convinced you’d jump from a building if she asked.
“A little danger never hurt anyone.”
Your response got swallowed by the crowd. Natasha pulled you closer; chest to chest and eye to eye. Your hands wandered her body, the fabric of her dress soft under your fingertips. She returned the favor, fingers ghosting every curve of your body. The beat of the song matched the rate of your heart as it threatened to jump from your heart.
Compelled to close the miniscule distance separating the two of them, you pressed Natasha closer to you, eliciting a small gasp of surprise from her. And maybe it was alcohol or something entirely different taking over you, but under the neon lights you kissed her. Natasha’s lips were soft and tasted like cherries, the liquor she’d been drinking making your lips tingle. In sync, her lips moved with yours in gentle urgency. The tip of her tongue swiped against your bottom lip before entering your mouth.
It wasn’t the first time you kissed, but that had been messy and hurried. You were too drunk to savor the moment, to relish the way her kiss made your knees shake.
At some point one of you pulled back, only for your lips to latch onto eachother again. You were drunk off the feeling of her body against your and not the liquor you’d been sipping on all night.
Natasha pulled back for a last time, an almost devilish grin on her face. You half expected for her to utter some quippy remark, but she didn’t. Her lips remained curled into that grin that would be burned into your memory.
“You’re a bandit,” you uttered, not expecting your words to carry to her ears. But they did.
“Not any more than you are.”
You didn’t have a response. You were used to holding all the cards, controlling the eb and flow of your flings, but not with Natasha. That would never be the case with Natasha. No longer a sly fox, but a blind mouse stumbling in the dark; she made you feel blind.
Natasha continued to dance, keeping close to your body. You followed her lead, moving with the beat and allowing any lingering sense to dissipate. Living for the moment, desperately clinging to each moment, even as the liquor made it hard to focus on the details. The night passed in the blink of an eye, flashes of dancing and taking shots at the bar all you remembered. At some point the two of you stumbled out of the bar and to her apartment. Just like last time, clothes were left forgotten as your bodies tangled with nothing but breathy moans filling the apartment.
When the morning came, threads of dawnlight shining on your face, you woke first. Natasha continued to sleep beside you, mouth ajar as she quietly snored. Carefully, you got out of the bed and put on your clothes from the night before. You didn’t want to leave, hopeful it would lead to something more than drunken sex. But Natasha had set the precedent when she left first and you didn’t want to feel the sting of embarrassment.
At her front door, you hesitated, gnawing on your bottom lip. Your eyes flickered to the small pad of paper on her countertop. A soft sigh left your mouth as you walked across the room.
‘It couldn’t hurt to leave a note,’ you reasoned with yourself. ‘She did it first.’
Haphazardly, you scribbled a note that you signed at the bottom. Eyes darted around the apartment, searching for the right place to put the note. They landed on the refrigerator, one lone magnet resting on it. You slid the note under it and left it on her fridge, then quickly exited the apartment, carefully shutting the door behind you.
Natasha could be the way forward, everything you’d ever wanted. But you knew you’d pay for it, and recklessly, you decided it was a risk worth taking.
Maybe instead of stalking me,you could just give me a call?
208.222.3333
Xoxo Y/N
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The third time you’d seen Natasha hadn’t been at a bar or a nightclub. No, it had been on tv.
The press was covering a committee hearing at Capitol Hill that had happened earlier that morning. Black Widow from the Avengers had been called to the stand, questioned on the information that had been leaked about Hydra’s corruption within the government. They were demanding repercussion, she felt differently. The voice was raspy in a familiar way, but you didn’t on it too long.
It’d been over a week since you’d seen or heard from Natasha, not a single text sent your way. You’d ghosted dozens of people, but couldn’t remember the last time you’d been on this end of things.
Turned out Natasha was your karma, and karma really was a fucking bitch.
You’d been halfway paying attention, your roommate more interested than you. Then again, she’d always been more enamored by the Avengers then you had, hoping to coincidentally bump into Captain America and make him fall in love with her.
To you, the hearing became background noise as you flitted about your kitchen, attempting to cook your own food to save money. Once all of your ingredients had been chopped and placed in the oven, you grabbed the glass of water you’d been drinking and went into the living room. When you walked in, however, whatever question was on your lips fell short.
In perfect focus, with that same coy smirk on her face, was Natasha. Her red hair was perfectly sleek, the color more vibrant than usual against her all black ensemble. The glass cup slipped from your grasp, shattering on the floor as your mouth hung open.
‘What the fu--’
Your roommate jumped from the couch at the sound, and turned to face you. “Y/N, what the hell.”
You didn’t answer, simply staring at the screen, unmoving, even after Natasha’s face was replaced with some reporter. An Avenger, you’d been seeing and sleeping with an Avenger. But not any Avenger, the Black Widow. Assassin and spy extraordinaire; the ultimate honey pot, and it was easy to see why. It didn’t take much for her to enthrall you; a smile here, a light touch there.
Before you could answer your roommate, who began to walk towards you, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Fishing it out, you stared at the screen and the notification from an unsaved number.
“Sorry for ghosting, let me explain over dinner at my place? Nat.”
Shaking, your body on fire, you hastily sent a text response.
“What kind of idiot says no to free dinner. What’s your address?”
You looked up, meeting the curious gaze of your roommate, who now stood in front of you. She raised a single brow, waiting for an explanation, but you didn’t have one. At a loss for words, you stood there like an idiot.
After a moment you shrugged, sputtering as you tried to conjure the ability to speak in complete sentences. Finally, you managed to spit out the words.
“I’ve got a date with an Avenger.”
Everything went to chaos. The previously clean and orderly, if not cluttered apartment, became strewn with various outfits and accessories. The apartment was filled with girlish giggles and partial screeches of excitement. It was like you were a teenager getting ready for her first date, unable to keep the stupid grin off your face. Even after you got shoved out of your apartment, the cool New York air leaving your cheeks rosy, the grin remained.
There was a skip in your step as you began the trek towards Natasha’s apartment. There were no tricks up your sleeve, none of your usual games and score keeping to be found.
For once, the stars in your eyes were real and not an illusion you conjured.
---
You barely raised your fist to knock before the door was flung open.
There stood Natasha, as perfect as ever.
Her outfit was more laid back than you’d seen on your t.v screen today, cool and chic in the most effortless way. There was a slight bend to her hair, humidity making it curl just the slightest.
Your fist still in the air, you simply stared at her with a shy grin on your face. Slowly, you lowered it, eyes betraying the excitement bubbling inside you.
“Come on in,” Natasha said, opening the door wider and stepping to the side, allowing you to enter. You did so, eyes flickering around the apartment before they landed back on her. The smell of takeout lingered in the air, but was overpowered by the vanilla scented candles lit around the room.
“Hope you like take-out,” Natasha said, shutting the door behind you.
You shrugged, a crooked smile placed on your lips. “I’m sure the conversation will be more interesting than anything.”
Natasha stepped towards you, easily matching your playful energy with the tilt of her head. “Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?”
“Avengers are bound to have some pretty cool stories.”
Natasha paused, but after a moment of stillness, she slowly nodded her head, a breathy laugh leaving her mouth. “You saw the press coverage.”
“Yeah, yeah I did.”
The teasing expression on her face morphed into something softer. It made your stomach tangle into a million more knots, threatening to never untangle themselves, at least not with Nat around.
“You don’t mind?”
You shrugged again, stepping closer to Natasha. “Why would I mind?”
“Dating an Avenger is kinda a whole thing,” she replied, reaching out to you, the tips of her fingers ghosting over you waist.
“Oh, are we dating now?” Your tone was teasing, eyes lit up with equal parts anticipation and amusement. Against your chest, your heart beat rapidly at her implication. Dating, she wanted to date you, to see you for more than just drunken sex.
“Yeah, I’d like to date you,” she responded, voice barely above a whisper. Centimeters away, her lips brushed against yours, teasing a kiss you so desperately wanted. Your breathing stuttered, eyes intently locked with hers. And now you could see the small flecks of amber in her green eyes. “Do you-- do you want to date me?”
“Give me a good enough story tonight and I’ll consider it.”
You leaned forward and closed the distance between the two of you, pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. To the ground, you dropped your purse, hands finding their place on Natasha’s waist.
In that moment you knew this could be love, the end of all your endings. Forever would be the sweetest con, and you wouldn’t even care if it was.
You pulled away from Natasha first, placing one last peck on her lips before moving towards the table. There was a bottle of wine, already opened and waiting to be drunk. Aware of the slight shake in your hand, you carefully poured the wine into two glasses. You turned back towards Natasha, stretching one of the glasses towards Natasha.
“So about that story?”
She smiled and closed the distance between the two of you, taking the offered glass. Natasha brought the take-out to the table and the two of you began to dig in. Over red wine and greasy take-out, Natasha regaled the events of the past couple weeks. You hung onto every word, enraptured by the way she spoke and the glint in her eye. Whether she knew it or not, Natasha had you wrapped around her finger. For as long as she’ll have you, you’d be there.
And if she didn't want you to stay, you'd never gonna love again.
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Cruisin' For A Bruisin'
Summary: The crew is on a much needed (and definitely deserved) vacation from hero-ing about. It's important to remember that you can plan out a trip, but you can't anticipate everything that happens on said trip.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader
[AU Masterlist] Arc 2: This is Part 1
Warning(s): This one's pretty wholesome for the most part, but I will say there are some descriptions of violence. Also strong language, but if you've been here long enough you know that-
Note(s): WELCOME TO ARC 2 BAYBEE! Jaws is back and I could not be any more excited to get back into this shit! As far as I can tell arc 2 is definitely gonna be longer than arc 1, but I hope y'all enjoy :3
Word Count: Skidding pass 2.9k
*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!
It'd been a little over a year since you'd joined the Avengers. There were certainly a few incidents here and there, the biggest being the dismantling of the Red Room which, incidentally, led to Natasha reuniting with her folks.
It was certainly one way to meet your girlfriend's family, that's for sure...
Things seemed to finally take time to settle, at least for a little while.
It was newly June and you along with Natasha, Wanda, and Vision were set to go on the cruise trip you'd booked around Christmas time last year.
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"How were you able to swing two months off mission calls, babe?" You looked up from packing your suitcase at Natasha's voice, a small smirk growing on your face.
You made your way over to Natasha before wrapping your arms around her waist. "Well, I'm still not greenlit to go out in the field for a slew of reasons, Wanda's only put on for specific assignments, Vision's her plus one, and you have, what? Three years' worth of PTO? We're in the clear, Natty. The team will be fine for a month or two."
Natasha let out a hum of agreement before she brought you closer for a kiss. "That- and you harassed Tony to figure it out."
You raised a brow in mock confusion, "I thought that part was obvious." Your mouth pulled into a genuine gleaming smile as you got a laugh out of Natasha as she wrapped her own arms around your neck. "You're a menace."
"Is that meant to be a bad thing?" Your lips met in another kiss.
"Never a bad thing."
As the two of you finished packing, you met up with Wanda in the Common Room of the compound, where she was talking with Vision. The atmosphere was sullen with only one set of bags on the couch.
"What's goin' on? Did they not have SPF50 at the Walgreens?" You set yours and Natasha's bags down before going to get the keys to the Quinjet. "I'm sure we could find robo-sunscreen on the way, man."
Vision looked at the back of his hand for a good second. "I don't think I would need protection from the sun, seeing as my skin is-"
You came and wrapped your arm around the synthezoid's neck, jangling the jet keys by his ear. "Joking! Again. If anything, we'll just cook eggs on you when you overheat like a copper pan. We aren't gonna be on an air-conditioned boat the whole time you know." And just like that, the light atmosphere you'd created sunk back down as Wanda and Vision looked at each other. You looked between the two in clear confusion, "Alright, what's the deal?"
Vision eyed Wanda for a bit longer before turning to look at you and Natasha, who just came into the room. "I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany the three of you on this vacation. I will be remaining on call."
You tossed the Quinjet keys to Natasha as she came further into the room. "That's ridiculous, we all sent in time off notices weeks before now. How'd this even come about?"
Vision let out a sigh, "Captain Rogers came to me with concerns of being understaffed during the next few months with the search for HYDRA operatives still ongoing; With Dr. Banner still off-world, Mr. Barton indisposed with his with his family, and Mr. Stark only expected half of the time, it is rather easy for me to see Captain Rogers' point. Out of the four of us approved for time off, it was determined that I would be the one to stay behind in case of emergency."
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You'd spent the cruise enjoying each stop between Hawaii and French Polynesia, and it's been anything but a normal experience with you around as the agent of chaos.
Wanda made sure to get plenty of pictures to cement the new memories. There's photos of you "hugging" a manta ray, Wanda and Natasha relaxing on the beach in Bora Bora, several pictures at dinner, and even one of all three of you having an absolute ball watching one of the night shows in Samoa.
Your most recent picture was a group one after you laid on a blowhole in Savai'i. You almost gave the nearby family of five a heart attack, but it was still fun to do.
The last two weeks have been a welcome break for the three of you. Despite some of your more "peculiar" ways of having fun, this has been a freeing and relaxing time. No missions, no threats; a true vacation.
Wanda was currently in her cabin across the hall from yours and Natasha's on her nightly call with Vision. Next time he had to come, Steve be damned. Wanda was a good sport about it when Vision was called in at the last minute, but you all wished he was here as well.
Natasha had taken to video calling with Yelena as well, though they weren't as frequent with her being on her own mission.
You had your own time to talk with Yelena that mainly consisted of her cosigning whatever fuckery you were up to on your vacation.
Part of it might be just to get a reaction out of Natasha.....Which she always did-
It was wonderful to see Natasha just unwound and be less serious, Yelena is one of those people that just pulls it out of her.
Their Relationship had noticeably improved since they were brought back together last year, after learning more about each other that they hadn't had the privilege to learn before, having been separated for their most formative years.
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You and Natasha sat on the secluded deck connected to your cabin. The open air was refreshing as you let Natasha lean back into your arms, watching the sunset on the water.
"I'll be honest and say that I can't choose between Tahiti or Savai'i,"
You placed your head on top of Natasha's. "It's always going to be Enoka for me. It was so long ago, but can remember the views on the island as clear as day." Your words were less clear, almost like you were talking through your teeth. "The white sand beaches occupied by damn near everyone in the mornings, green peaks covered in flowers, the quiet that surrounded the deep waters at night... Seeing the sun make everything above me glimmer while it was up high in the sky. Those small "nothing" memories are one of the few things I haven't lost to time... I just wish I had pictures to show it to you."
Natasha slowly rubbed your forearm that was across her stomach as she encouraged your rare moment of open vulnerability. "Well that's why we're doing this. Making new memories closer to home..."
You focused on the soothing gesture as you thought of those same flickering pictures taken through a toddling interpretation.
In the morning you, Natasha, and Wanda were going to part from the cruise ship and make your way to where Enoka would be via a smaller, personal yacht (paid for by you, modified by Tony, who was convinced to do so by Pepper).
There's nothing that could ruin this moment for you. With two of your favorite people by your side, you were going to visit what's no more than a watery lump of land that once was your home and put it to rest for good.
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After leaving the cruise ship, Wanda focused on directing the three of you through the smaller crowds of people walking in the opposite direction away from the docks. "What's this boat called again? Delilah?"
Natasha unfolded the small piece of paper in her hand to reread the messy script, "The Blue Delilah. It should be near the end of the pier."
You grasped one of their wrists in each hand, "It's just up ahead!" Both Wanda and Natasha cringed slightly as you just barely missed bulldozing a group of people on your way to the boat that turned out to be a custom Sunseeker 76 yacht.
before the three of you boarded the yacht, a brown-haired man wearing thin rectangular glasses came up to the three of you with a gleam in his eyes. Your eyes narrowed at the camera in his hand before he even started speaking. "I'm really sorry to bother the three of you, but you're Avengers, right?"
You just blankly stared at the man while Natasha, while also on guard, she was more cordial when she addressed the man. "We're not exactly on duty right now, but did you want something?"
Wanda noticed that there was a dark haired woman not too far behind him simply staring at the yacht before looking toward the three of you. The bespectacled man, who began perspiring the longer you stared him down, jumped to answer. "I just wanted to get a picture with you guys, my wife and I are really grateful that you all are around to protect us."
The three of you looked at each other. While all of you weren't keen on taking pictures, the couple seemed harmless enough, Wanda read as much from both of their thoughts. The man, Graydon, was both nervous and excited; worried that he'd come off as a creep that was bothering them. His wife, Tara, had a similar train of thought in not wanting to bother the three public. Tara's mind was notably much quieter than her husband's; presumably the result of a calming tactic.
Wanda mentally relayed this to both you and Natasha before the three of you finished wordlessly discussing the matter. With Natasha nodding, Wanda spoke to the couple. "One picture wouldn't hurt."
Graydon's face lit up as he gestured for his wife to come closer, essentially saying they were in the clear. Tara came to stand on the other side of Wanda while Graydon went to find a passerby to take the picture on his camera. After he showed a willing older man how to snap the photo, he stood on the right of Natasha with a rather dorky thumbs up.
You left your mask on, put you arms over Natasha's and Wanda's shoulders and squinted your eyes a bit to give the illusion of a more positive emotion on your face as the brief flash irritated your eyes.
After the picture was taken, Graydon rushed over to the volunteer cameraman to see how it came out. Tara turned to Wanda with a small smile as she exited her personal space after a small shaking of hands. " Thank you for indulging us, and it really is a pleasure to meet you, Misty Red."
Wanda watched the dark-haired woman walk away in confusion. "Misty Red? Who's that?" Natasha raised a single brow while all you did was laugh at Wanda's expense.
Natasha's confusion didn't last long with her own deduction skills. "Apparently that's what the people are calling you," a slow smirk made it's way to Natasha's lips as you were still laughing, "I mean, it does makes sense." The redhead was the first to turn and make her way toward the ramp of the yacht.
"I can't decide if they made you sound like a wrestler or a porn star! I just-" You broke another bout of laughter.
Wanda's eyes narrowed at your juvenile line of thought as she crossed her arms. "It isn't even that funny, Jaws. You're just milking it at this point,"
You took a second to recover from your laughter, "It's funny to me. You don't gotta get it cuz I think it's funny. There's no shame in what you do, Wandy."
Natasha rose her shoulders as she continued to make her way onto the boat. "That's just what happens when you let the public name you."
Wanda almost felt the need to defend her lack of an alias, "I didn't think it had to be very high on my list of priorities!"
You lightly pushed the brunette forward and up the ramp to The Blue Delilah. "Uh huh, get on the boat, Misty Red."
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When You, Natasha, and Wanda all made it onto The Blue Delilah, a smaller inconspicuous boat pulled off behind it at the same time, noticing that the yacht had a discreet Stark Industries logo. Their plan isn't clear at the moment, but it is clear that they're tailing The Blue Delilah. They follow a long way behind, but have their own tracker placed on the ship so they don't lose the yacht.
The three of you were on the private yacht for about four days so far travelling to Enoka.
Note: All citizens of Enoka have the location of Enoka ingrained in their brains, so Jaws always knows where it is. This is a similar practice for the inhabitants of a certain other living island...
As you got closer to the island, it was clear that it's not completely submerged, but it definitely looks different to how you remember.
The goal now was to see if there were any inhabitants on the island that were still alive and who survived the flood over a decade ago.
You didn't voice it, but there was a new sense of anxiousness and hope that started brewing in you at the prospect of going home.
Maybe there actually was a "home" there left...
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About a day out from the Island, the engine to The Blue Delilah seemed to stutter, so you went to check it out and before you reach the engine room on the back pad, you noticed large ripples from something that dove back into the water.
Soon after you heard sounds of a struggle on the yacht and booked it back to where Wanda and Natasha were.
There were two attackers engaged in fighting with the two women, four were on the floor unconscious already. It's rather bold for a group of six, well seven.
Jaws grabbed the arm of the seventh attacker that tried to sneak up on them and threw them over their shoulder.
The attacker you were dealing with was a woman and she had armor that stood out a bit more than the others; she had less of it, toned brown skin shown through the large gaps between the armor pieces, and the shoulders were a bit more prickly and menacing in comparison.
'Definitely their leader.'
You raised an eyebrow at the sort of reptilian bone mask obscuring most of the woman's face. "What, were you too good for Bleach?"
You can see the woman visibly squint behind her mask before she grabs two daggers from their place on her hips, "I know fuckin' Kisame isn't talkin' about me, "
Your own eyes narrowed at her retort. 'Well fuck you, too.'
With both of you having been insulted by the other, the two of you rushed each other. The two of you were essentially going blow for blow for a while before you knocked the bone mask off of your attacker's face.
It revealed more dusky brown skin, a few scars on her face and a tattoo of some kind under her right eye. The woman turned to face you fully, wiping blood off the corner of her lip. "You might be one of the more skilled pirates I've come across. It's a shame I consider your life past tense already."
Suddenly, the woman then tackled you off the yacht, knocking your breathing apparatus off in the process, hoping to hold you down and drown you herself. Her daggers reaching to slice at your now exposed neck.
Putting her knife up to your neck, she then notices the gills on each side of it, which throws her off.
It's then, underwater, that she gets a good look at you before her eyes widen considerably, confusing you.
"Y/n, is that really you?"
There's that name, your name. Hardly anyone called you by your given name when you were little, and you hardly cared, but...
"Ys tath uyo, Y/n?"
Your own eyes widen at the familiar language coming from this woman's mouth. Only one person would really insist on using it back then...
"Sienna?"
And with that one word, the woman threw her daggers to the side leaving them to float in the water away from the two of you before tightly wrapping her arms around your neck. You hug her back just so.
After the two of you pulled away, she almost immediately slapped you with a new fire in her molten brown eyes.
"Agh shit! Did you grow talons?!" It wasn't hard enough to actually hurt, but you definitely felt the woman's nails drag across your face.
"Ehrwe ni eth FUCK veah uyo eneb?! Y thugoth uy' DDEA lla heste rayse!"
Sienna went to smack you again before you held both of her wrists in your hands to keep her at bay, your eyebrows furrowed. "Y itd'dn eyrall cieded ot velae, ni cesa uy' omowesh trogof!"
Sienna shook her head as she struggled to get free of your grip, her dark locs waving wildly in under the water. "Elt og of 'em! Y vat'ehn retnotfog shit!" Sienna then began to try and kick at you to let her go, so you brought her into another hug as she resisted.
Her attempts grew more and more feeble as the power behind her punches to your chest fizzled out. It was only then that you realized she was crying.
Sienna's voice was raw and heavy with emotion, "Ehrwe ddi uyo og?! Y odloke nad Y odloke nad Y odloke lla rove rof uyo..."
You let her sob into your chest as you held her, floating in the underwater quiet.
"Y'm ghrit ehre, sersit."
** footnote: I wanted to use a completely different script for the Enokan language being spoken, but I couldn't find a way to import it so that it was shown, so instead I made a simple code using typoglycemia (aka just unscramble the letters of each word). To make it so that it didn't look as clunky, I sometimes replaced (i) with (y). Some words that end with vowels may have an apostrophe that takes the place of the vowel. Apostrophes can also be found at the beginning of words with vowels for fluidity's sake. I didn't think swears should be scrambled cuz that just *looks* off to me. The point of these changes is to have this resemble a spoken language more than it is a blatant tactic to confuse you.
Here's a word unscrambler in case you need it
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Too much, my dear.
Y/n: Natasha, I trust you, I do, but are you sure about this whole thing?
Natasha: As for now, we have to pick a side.
Y/n: The discussion about this accord alone makes us fight. I don't want the Avengers to break up.
Natasha: That makes us both. None of us want that to happen, but you understand the accord. You'd know both side has the consequences. You just have to make a choice, for which side are you on.
Y/n: Are you going to Vienna?
Natasha: I have one more place to stop. I'm meeting Steve, hope he already made his choices. It's up to you but I'll be glad if you were there.
Y/n: I haven't made my decision.
Natasha: Bye. For now.
*Few hours later, at the UN meet at Vienna.
T'challa: Ms. Romanoff. Its a pleasure to see you here.
Natasha: The pleasure is mine.
T'challa: The two of the Avengers here can make a great change and positive review for supporting the accords. Excuse me, I have to see my father.
Natasha: Two? *she turns around and see you walking confidently towards them with a smile on her face.
Y/n: Is that a smile on your face, Romanoff?
Natasha: Well, like I said, I am glad you're here.
Y/n: I trust you. So, you better be right.
Natasha: You love me.
Y/n: Too much, my dear. Too much.
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This One Is Mine Pt. 1 (N.R)
Billionaire Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: As a billionaire and a successful business woman, Natasha has everything and lives her lavish life with her best friends. What will happen if Natasha wants you but Wanda gets in between?
Warning: Dark fic, 18+, bunch of sexual tensions, swearing words, drug use and alcohol consumptions. (Let me know if I miss anything)
A/N: Hello! I was gonna post this tomorrow as in the schedule but I'll be kinda busy tomorrow. So, why not post it a day early, right? Natasha and her friends wears the clothes that was shown in the cover except Wanda, she wears a dress with the same color. You don't have to listen to the songs in the fic while reading it but if you do, I hope it will make your reading experience more enjoyable. Happy reading! Here is the playlist for this series:
Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist
The moon shines up high, a cold breeze passes your legs that are fully exposed. The warmth of your short skirt only covers down to a little above your knee. If it’s not because your best friends Kate and MJ insist for you to come, you are probably home by now but you are in line with them to get into this one famous fancy night club called “Black Widow'' instead. You are not gonna lie, it is one of your favorite clubs to go to. You love the drinks, great dj not to mention the people who come here always look good. It’s not a secret that there are a lot of upper class people who love to party here. The club is always packed every time you come.
“I can’t believe that you didn’t even change your clothes before you came here. You looked like someone just came here straight from work.” Kate lets out her comment.
“Uh maybe because I came STRAIGHT from work, Kate. I could’ve gone home first to change my clothes if you didn’t text me every five minutes to hurry up.” You defend yourself with your reason. “Also, what’s wrong with the button up blouse and my mini skirt? I think it’s not that bad.” You added.
“I know. I know. I’m just excited. We are here to celebrate you. It’s your night. It would be more fun and more friends would come if you didn’t ask to keep it low-key.” Kate rolls her eyes playfully yet letting out her disappointment.
“Well, it’s okay. I don’t want it to make a big deal about it. I just want to celebrate it with you two. You two are my best friends and that’s enough for me.” You explain with a fake pout but genuinely meant every word.
“Awww, y/n, that’s really sweet. Don’t worry about what Kate just said. You look pretty and we understand. Thank you for doing this with us.” M.J responds in awe as she gives you a little hug and smiles at you and Kate.
“Yes, I’m glad I’m part of tonight’s fun. We love you. You know that?” The brown haired woman smiles and squeezes in another hug.
“Of course.” You answer as you check the time on your watch.
The night gets colder and the line is getting longer. The three of you have a great laugh and talk while waiting in line. The security lets some people in every time there are some people leaving the club.
The three of you are getting closer to your turn to get in and you get excited, especially Kate. She loves the place more than you do, hence the destination choice she made for the girls night out with you and M.J.
As soon as the security almost opens the way to let somes group of people ahead of you, someone talks to him through the COMM in his ears, and everything changes. He stops himself from letting people in.
“Sorry folks. VIP first.” He explains as he turns his back and focuses on who is coming. You hear overlapped voices of disappointment from the others in line including Kate’s and MJ’s.
“This is so unfair. How much longer we gotta wait. I wonder who’s coming. Oh maybe a celebrity? Look at those paparazzi.” MJ lets out her impatience followed by her wandering thoughts. “Or probably just another rich person, MJ. You know this place, always full of them..” You calmly respond as you playfully slap her arm with the back of your hand and patch a smirk at her.
Not too long after that, a shiny black limousine pulled up and parked in front of the club. The street light shines and reflects on some parts of the car. The windows are all dark as if it meant to avoid any attention to whoever is inside while on the road.
People start talking and wondering who it is gonna be. All eyes are on the limo as if it doesn’t matter for them anymore if they get into the club or not.
The paparazzi are all ready to snap pictures just like an army who are ready for what’s coming in front of them. They all know who’s in the luxury moving box of steel.
All the commotions really drag your attention and your gaze to the center of it. You hear people asking each other “Oh my God, who is it?” or “I heard that she’s coming tonight. It’s her birthday today.” and “Do you think she’s coming with the others? I really want to see all of them.”
With all those overlapping comments, your mind gets so curious. You look at the limo without even blinking. Who is she? Who is this woman they were talking about?
The door finally opens, you see a woman coming out of the limo. A super attractive red-haired woman wears bright red suits and pants with a black lapel that blends in perfectly with her loose satin shirt under it. All of those paired beautifully with her black clutch. Her black and silver necklace cooperates with her same color high heels to highlight her black and red vibes.
You are so intrigued by her. You don't know why your mind imagines your fingers raking through her short red hair, caressing it. You are stunned by her look until you hear Kate’s voice.
“OMG! That’s Natasha Romanoff! Damn, she looks so good! I hope her sister Yelena will be here too. I have a huge crush on her.” Kate comments in amazement.
“Natasha who? Her sister?” You look at Kate with furrowed eyebrows as you ask confusedly. “Seriously? You don’t know who Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova are? Okay, I’ll tell you more after this.” Kate’s hand squeezes your hand excitedly as she looks surprised but she gets distracted with more people who get out of the limo. You look at Vision offering his hand to help his wife, Wanda, to come out. Her twin brother, Pietro comes out next followed by Tony Stark.
“Oh wow, The Maximoff twins are here too with Vision and Tony stark. So the whole gang's here.” MJ’s comment leads your gaze to bounce between the rest of them.
You know The Maximoff twins. Who doesn’t? They are the Sokovian siblings who inherit their parents’ fortune of Maximoff Co. but their business skill multiplies it. Not just that, people know them from their lavish lifestyle.
Vision, who used to be the British Royal family doctor and now the owner of many big hospitals in big states. He holds Wanda's hand as they slowly walk behind Natasha. You always adore them. To you, they are that power couple. It’s no secret that they have an open marriage and paparazzi often snap pictures of them with who they call “partner in fun”. In every snap, they are with a different person. Wanda and Vision always wear matching clothes, similar themes or at least whatever colors that compliments each other.
Of course, the brunette Wanda looks so alluring yet sophisticated. Her long sleeve burgundy red somewhat short dress with a slit exposing her thigh with a very low cut perfectly highlighted her cleavage. The dress wrapped her heavenly body perfectly. Wanda’s burgundy dress matches ideally with Vision’s shades of brown jacket and pants over his cream turtleneck.
Her brother Pietro, the ladies man,wears his black suit, spreading his charm. Clearly busy giving teaseful wink or smirks. Some girls are even lucky enough to get their hand kissed by him. From their excited reaction, you guess that they probably won’t wash their hands for a few days.
Then there is Tony Stark, the only heirs of Stark’s family wealth and company. It’s not a surprise to you that Tony’s fashion is a little more different than the others. This time he wore blue suits with black tie and pants. His gray shirts peeping out from under his jacket suit. Being eccentric he is, of course he wears different style athletic blue and black shoes and never forgets his glasses. In his defense, he once said in an interview that always wears sunglasses because of the camera flashes. But seeing he’s wearing the light blue shades right now that probably can’t really block the brightness of the flashes, it’s obviously only for fashion purposes instead. He gives a kiss on the cheek of one of the ladies who asks for a selfie with him shortly before he follows his friends into the club.
To your surprise, you caught Natasha and Wanda glance at you as they walked past in front of the line. Natasha’s glance makes your stomach somersault, instantly making your heart beat faster. Meanwhile, Wanda’s glance at you from head to toe and smirks make you feel like you are a prey, voluntarily.
“Wow, they all look so cool.” MJ doesn’t take her eyes off them until Nat and the rest get into the club. “Yeah but too bad, Yelena is not here.” Kate sighs in disappointment.
“Okay, I know the rest of them but who are Natasha and Yelena?” You ask curiously.
“She is a famous business woman. She is super rich, the CEO of Romanoff Inc. Her company is really big and goes international. She runs it with her sister Yelena. You know the twins and Tony Stark but you don’t know her? They are all best friends and hang out together. Their lifestyle is everybody’s dream.” Kate answers you in rambling.
“Well, Kate, you know me. I don’t really keep up with this whole famous people thing in social media. Work gets me really busy.” You respond to her rambling.
“That’s why you need this night! To have fun. Okay?” MJ tries to cheer you up. “Yeah, we will, After we finally get in.” You let out a sarcastic joke and made your best friends giggle.
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As soon as Natasha takes a seat on her VIP couch, she takes a sip of her favorite cocktails.Tell Me When To Go by E-40 plays loud in the club. Her eyes are analyzing her club tonight. She is happy with the new manager’s work. She loves how packed the club is, her eyes subconsciously look for you and her mind wonders if you are already inside or not.
“Happy birthday, darling.” Wanda gives a small kiss to both of Nat’s cheeks as she hands the redhead an envelope before she sits on Nat’s left side. Vision takes his spot next to his wife while Tony slouches next to Nat and Pietro sits side by side with his brother in law on the comfy large black and red U shaped couch. They always sit in the VIP spot that’s always reserved only for them. It has the best view of the club. They love it because practically they can see almost every spot in the club but still a little further from public and have some more privacy. Two dancing poles in front of each end of the couch.
The black table is perfectly set up like usual with bottles of expensive alcohol, ice buckets, snacks or everything they need and even their high end custom made bongs complete with their weed stash. Their favorite drinks and cocktails have been made prior to their arrival. Some bodyguards take a stand not too far from them. Pietro lit up his cigar right away. His eyes observe the surroundings. Excited with the crowd, especially the ladies. He blows out some smoke then takes a sip of his drinks.
“What’s this?” Nat takes the black envelopes as she asks and her green eyes meet with Wanda’s. “It’s your birthday gift from me, Vision and Pietro. Open it.” The brunette answers.
Nat quickly opens it and pulls a photo out of it. “A picture of a yacht?” She tilts her head in confusion.
“YOUR yacht. You sold yours a while ago and you have been too busy to get a new yacht. So we got you one.” Wanda answered excitedly. “Oh wow, thanks Wanda. Thank you boys.” Nat’s gaze flicks from Wanda, Vision then to Pietro as she shows them her gratitude.
“You are very welcomed, Nat. They berthed it next to ours right now. We didn't want to ruin the surprise for you if they brought it to your spot.” Vision explains then proceeds to light up the weed on the bong and inhale the smoke of it.
“You are welcomed, sestra! I picked the bigger size, so you can have a bigger party. Just don’t forget to invite us when you have a party.” Pietro answered jokingly. Wanda and Vision laugh at his jokes.
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget, Piet.” Nat smiles and shakes her head to his antics. “And now, it’s my turn. Happy birthday, Romanoff.” Tony hands her a small red box then smokes a weed joint on his other hand.
Nat opens it and finds a key in it. “This is the key to..?” She asks in a playful way. “Well, it’s just a small gift. Do you remember the winery you like in Sonoma? Not too far from it, I saw this nice property with a nice Spanish style house. It would be a nice getaway for you. I added a little touch. You know, a shooting range, and a spacious gym since you and your family love shooting guns and martial arts. Plus extra space for some of your precious car collections.” Tony casually describes his so-called small birthday gift.
“Oh wow, thank you Tony. All of you gave me these huge gifts. Now, I’m gonna have to give you better gifts on your birthdays.” Nat lets out her joke. The bass from the speakers starts to pound the air as the DJ plays Flip The Switch by Valentino Khan, Chris Lorenzo in line.
“Oh, you know what I like, Nat. If you find any interesting women, share them with me. Or let us have them after you, right, Vis?” Wanda answers her best friend in a teasing way and Vision agrees with an excited “Uh-huh.” in his nods then kisses Wanda’s cheeks.
“Well, just like Pietro said, just don’t forget to invite us if you are having a party.” Tony adds.
“Speaking of parties, I have another gift for our party tonight.” Pietro announced enthusiastically. “What’s that?” Nat turns her focus from the dance floor back to Pietro. “Well, I bought a bottle of old original Absinthe liquor. It’s so strong and it even can make you hallucinate a bit.” The Sokovian billionaire describes as he takes the bong from his brother in law to take his turn to smoke.
“Oh really? I have heard about it. Where is it now?” Nat pitches her question a little louder against the loudness of the music and people partying. “I told my assistant to send it here. Your bartender should be making some drinks for us with it by now.” Pietro smiles proudly about his surprise followed by some coughs out of him.
“Oh, which assistant? The one that Wanda fucked yesterday before the big important meeting with me and the board?” Nat smirks casually joking about what Wanda did. The brunette is really open with her best friends and brother including Vision about how high her sex drive is and how much she loves women. She knows her friends are okay with it, the downfall is they sometimes poke fun out of it just like Nat did. “Yeah, that one.” Pietro laughs.
“Oh, her? Yes, I did and she is really good. A really obedient assistant. She was so…let’s say, tight.” Wanda shares her short trip to yesterday’s memory of hers as she gently bites her lower lips then gives Nat a naughty smile.
Both Natasha’s index finger and thumb softly pinch Wanda’s chin so she can look at her forest green eyes that spark from the aggressive blinking spotlights following the beats for the music. “Oh, I know that, sweetheart. I know how she is.” Nat gives her response to the brunette next to her then wink at her.
The waitress brings a tray of cocktails that has the Absinthe that Pietro got for tonight. All of them cheer and take a big gulp of the green liquor.
Just like Pietro said about the Absinthe, they all start to get tipsy in a different way not to mention the effect from smoking the weed starts to kick in. Their body starts to relax more, but their throat still feels the warmth from what they drank and their heart starts to pump a little faster.
“Look what I’ve got! Look at these white beauties. Maximoffs, yours was really good last time but trust me, this one is even better.” Tony casually tosses a medium size bag of cocaine on the table. It’s more than enough for five of them to share all night long.
Wanda slowly blows the smoke from the burning weed that she inhaled. She hands the bong to Natasha for her turn shortly before she grabs the bag to check the white substance in it. “This looks good and if it hits good, give me the seller number, Stark.” Wanda's broad accent always shows up bolder whenever she gets drunk or high.
As Natasha is taking a hit, her eyes finally lock with the person she has been waiting for, you. She casually blows the smoke out, coughing a little as she watches you and your friends get to the bar.
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"Oh my god! Finally!" Kate tries her best holding herself not to jump in excitement as soon as the three of you get into the club.
You can feel the bass as if it punches your heart following the song beat. Some people bump into you when you are walking. The smells of alcohol, cigarette smokes and light marijuana fill the club. Your eyes keep trying to adjust with the light that keeps blinking in a random rhythm. The air feels sticky and warm from how many people are in there yet you also feel the cold breeze from the air conditioner that works really well.
You see two large screens on the high walls shining bright plays optical illusion video that match with the rhythm of the music. Few sexy female dancers dance on the dance pole and some of them dance inside giant bird cages. Some of them swing on the swing inside the cages like canary bird. People are dancing, jumping like crazy that you thought it was the effect of whatever they consume. You see some couples or maybe they just met there kissing in the darker part of the club like there is no tomorrow.
You and the girls walk to the bar right away. The bartender was about to greet you but he got a call. “Hey, Dimitri. Make them the same drinks you made us. Then give those three girls whatever they want, it’s on the house. Keep the drink flowing for them. Also tell Boris to tell the securities to let them do whatever they want as long as it's not dangerous.” Nat ordered from the other end of the line. “Yes, boss.” The blonde Russian bartender takes Nat’s order without any question.
Lose Control by Missy Elliot Ft, Ciara starts to play. You enjoy the vibe around you, the music makes you move your body a little unlike Kate, she literally starts dancing as she starts to sing the lyric
“Wow, this place is always a hit. Look at those beautiful people. I always love the DJ here. Look at Kate, she is not even drunk yet but already dancing like one of those dancers.” MJ looks around and comments on everything she sees including joking about Kate. “Well, you know how she is, MJ.” You laugh. Then you feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around so do MJ and Kate as soon as they notice.
“Hi ladies. Ms. Romanoff ordered this for three of you. Don’t worry about what you order tonight. She will take care of your tab.” Dimitri informs the three of you with a smile and slides three green cocktails in front of you girls.
Kate and MJ gasp. “No, fucking way!! Ms. Romanoff, THE Ms. Romanoff?” MJ asks in such disbelief and you are more concerned about what’s in the drink.
“What’s this?” You asked. “It’s house special drink. Trust me, this is really good with a very expensive strong liquor called absinthe. You are lucky to be able to try this.” The blonde answers in a friendly manner.
“Oh, we are definitely drinking this. I've heard about that liquor. Thank you!” Kate quickly grabs her drink. You sweetly thank him and grab yours, so does MJ. “Well normally, I wouldn’t drink anything from—” You try to express your thoughts but Kate doesn’t even let you finish your words. “Girl! Are you crazy? It’s from Natasha Romanoff, you better drink that! Wow, this is awesome. I wonder where she is watching us from.” Kate looks around the club to find Nat but the crowd is blocking the view.
“This means she is interested in you because I saw how she glanced at you. Wanda was looking at you too.” MJ tells you and Kate as she drinks her drink.
“You did too? I thought I was hallucinating when I noticed that earlier.” You finally tell them what was on your mind as you drink the strong cocktail. “How awesome would it be if she is really interested in you??” The excitement from Kate’s tone was easily heard despite how loud the club was.
“There's no way she is interested in me.” You roll your eyes playfully. “That’s a bummer.” MJ plays along with the joke. “Why not? There's a chance that she does." Kate winks at you. “You are crazy.” You shake your head at Kate’s comment and giggle but it gets into your head a little bit. Who would say no to the charming Natasha Romanoff. The first time you saw her, your mind was already all over the place. You imagine you caress her hair in a certain position, so close to you, for crying out loud.
You and the girls hang out near the bar a little longer and drink three more of the same drink. The three of you underestimated the strength of the alcohol in it from how smooth it is. You thought that the bartender was right, the drink is strong. It hits you harder than you thought it would be.
You can feel yourself start to get drunk., not tipsy but drunk. You can see that Kate and MJ are in the same state as you. You hear the DJ starting to play Heads Will Roll - A-Trak Remix by Yeah Yeah Yeah now. People start to cheer from knowing what’s gonna play soon from the intro, including Kate and MJ.
“Y/n! I love this song!! Let’s go to the dance floor now!” Kate and MJ drunkenly pull you to get to the dance floor. The more the alcohol gets in your blood, the faster your heart beats. The louder people cheer and the song gets the more you want to move and you start to dance under the alcohol influence with your friends. The three of you laugh and dance. Your eyes start to search for Nat albeit how drunk you are now. Little do you know that she has been watching you this whole time.
She watches and analyzes you. She notices that every time a man tries to dance with you, you will quickly refuse or drag yourself away but you are comfortable dancing with any girls who approach you. The more she watches the way you dance and your smile, the more she is drawn to you. She wants you. For some reason, she sees that you are different from other girls she met.
While Pietro and Tony are busy enjoying a line or two of the expensive white powder, what a coincidence that Wanda is also eye-ing you. She recognizes that you are the cute one she saw in the line when she walked by. She is watching you sharply like a hawk. Just like Nat, the brunette wants you too. Her desire skyrockets just by watching how your body moves. Both Nat and Wanda are looking at you like you are their prey yet both of them don’t notice that they are looking at you at the same time.
Wanda lets out a little growl as she feels every inch of her crave you, and being high and drunk only makes her want you even more. “Vision, dear. I want her tonight.” Wanda demands without even letting her gaze off you as she points at you.
Before Vision gets the chance to respond to his wife's words, Nat interrupts. Stern was her tone when she said “No. This one is mine.” as she keeps looking at you. Pietro and Tony laugh a little at the unexpected small competition between the Russian and the Sokovian women.
Pt. 2
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Advise
Nat: yn, I need advice.
Yn: Dump bruse because as the goddess of love Taylor Swift once said you belong with me.
Nat: I meant about whether or not I should cut my hair again.
Yn: *as they're running away* keep the blonde ends it's hot.
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Ruined Photoshoots
summary: natasha is adorable, whether she admits it or not
pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
word count: 758
warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any!
“Head lower,”
“Chin up,”
“Turn to the side,”
“Perfect,”
You poked your head around the corner, quickly moving back at the bright flashing lights going off again and again.
You leaned forward, paying extra attention to the photographer so that he wouldn’t notice you. Then, you practically tip-toed a few steps forward until you reached a wooden table.
At the clicking sound, you quickly ducked behind the chair. Gripping the side of the table tightly, you patiently waited for the flashing lights to stop.
When they finally did stop, you pushed yourself up to get a better view of what was happening without getting caught.
There, you finally saw the scene. Your lips automatically curled into a grin at the sight of your girlfriend posing for the camera.
Natasha held her knife up and tilted her head to the side, staring straight into the camera lens. Her eyes were cold and dark, as if she were staring down an enemy mid-battle.
You noticed the tiny lines near her eyes, which looked similar to that of when she was playing Mario Kart with you and got hit by a red shell.
“So adorable,” you muttered under your breath.
You couldn’t help but blush at the memory, especially when you thought about how she shoved you off the couch when you called her anger cute. You seemed to be the only person in the world who thought her ‘scary’ looks were the cutest thing ever.
In the midst of getting lost in your thoughts, you failed to realize they had stopped shooting. You were only brought back into reality at the clacking sounds of Natasha’s boots heading straight towards you.
“Detka, what are you doing here?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well you see, I missed my girlfriend,” you replied nonchalantly.
“I missed my girlfriend too,” she replied. “But I was planning on coming back to our room once this was over and watching Grey’s Anatomy together,”
“I didn’t wanna wait,” you said, shrugging. “And you looked super cute just now so it was totally worth it to come and see you!”
“Hey! I wasn’t super cute! I was a badass! I am a badass!”
“You are, but you’re my adorable badass!”
“I don’t think the knife gives off adorable vibes,”
“But your little tough fighter look does!”
You stood on your tiptoes, cupped her cheeks, then leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her nose.
“You’re just adorable!”
Natasha stuck her bottom lip out and furrowed her eyebrows. She stared you down the same way she stared down the camera just now. You simply looked at her with pure love and adoration.
“I…need to get back,” she said, taking a step away from you and back to the photography background.
Seeing as your presence was now known, you decided to sit on top of the table instead. Your legs swung back and forth as you rested your chin on your hands.
With each pose, your heart eyes seemed to get bigger. Every time the camera clicked, a new memory came to mind.
Natasha holding Liho the first time she saw her
The way she looked at you with pride when you learned a fighting move she taught you
When you became girlfriends and couldn’t resist the urge to kiss one another for at least three hours afterwards
You heard a loud sigh from the photographer, distracting you from your daydreams.
“Miss Romanoff, I need to see the Black Widow here. What you had earlier was perfect,”
Her cheeks turned slightly red, but she nodded in understanding.
Then, she looked back at the camera and held her knife up again. Try as she might, her tough looks would never scare you.
Her face hardened, and your face softened. Out of the corner of her eyes, your smile shone brightly.
Her cheek muscles tensed up, and she furrowed her eyebrows even further. Her girlfriend wasn’t right behind the camera, smiling her down. Her heart wasn’t melting at the way you looked at her. Nope, not at all.
“Miss Romanoff, do we need to take a break?”
She let out a long sigh before nodding.
“Same time tomorrow?”
Within a split second, she made her way over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist.
“You’re no longer allowed at photoshoots,” she said against your neck.
“Aww,”
She brought her thumbs along your cheekbones, then leaned her forehead against yours.
“You’re adorable,” you told her.
“No I’m not,”
“Yes you are,”
A long moment of silence passed.
“Only for you.”
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Coming Home - Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader
Description: You and Nat found home in each other and neither of you is willing or ready to lose that.
Words: 1055
Slightly angsty, comfort and fluff
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There was a force pulling Natasha home.
A force, a precious human that she’d chosen to spend her life with. A light at the end of the tunnel, the warmth and the belonging of home.
When the two of you had met, she had felt that sense of truly belonging and finding a home for the first time. It was a feeling so powerful that it made her lose sleep. It gave her whiplash because there she was - after all those years and after all those adventures that she’d had, suddenly tethered and no longer feeling like she would float for the rest of her life.
She had admitted to herself that she could be fine without romantic love. It was something that she’d lost hope for a very long time ago, yet there were moments - especially when her team members were talking about their families that she felt full with longing. Longing for a home, longing to go home to someone who would be happy (and relieved) to see her.
“I need to make it home.” She told her sister. Yelena only nodded in agreement. The two had been on a mission for the past few days and the more time that had passed, the more restless Natasha had turned.
“You will get back to Y/N, don’t worry.” Yelena reassured her.
“And I will introduce you.” Nat promised.
“You better, or I will introduce myself whether you want to or not.” Yelena “threatened.”
The threat made Nat laugh.
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You paced around your house, trying to keep yourself busy and distracted while waiting for news. Nat had warned you that there would be no contact while she was away - a way to protect you from potential danger but it did not make anything any easier. In fact, it just put you on edge because your love was far away and you had no way to check in and make sure that she would be back on time, or back at all.
Your phone buzzed and you saw a notification from a group chat with two of your friends - checking in on you. It warmed you, their care but it didn’t ease your anxiety, only partially distracted you from it for a blissful second.
Nat had said that it might take a few days before she could come home. The first night you’d barely slept, the bed feeling too empty without her there snuggled up in you. The second, you’d had nightmares about something happening and you went through all the stages of grief because of the cursed nightmare. The third night you sleep was fractured - short naps that prevented the nightmares from recurring. You dreaded going to sleep but it wasn’t something that you could avoid, despite your desperate caffeine attempts.
“You can’t run yourself into the ground while waiting for her. You need to be okay.” One of your friends had texted you. You knew she was right but still the words stung and brought tears to your eyes. You didn’t know what would happen with you if something had gone wrong with Nat, you hoped that she was okay and that she’d come back to you but the uncertainty made you go almost insane.
The door of the apartment clicked and you heard Natasha’s quiet steps.
“You’re home?” You rushed to the small corridor of your apartment, and there she was, a bit dirty and tired but home.
“I’m home.” She reassured you and you rushed and threw yourself in her arms.
The two of you held on to each other like life depended on it, and to a certain degree it did. You felt like you could breathe again, like everything was going to be fine. Nothing could go wrong - she’d made it home. You cupped her face and pressed a kiss before going over and checking that the cuts on her suit were just that and that she was unharmed.
“I’m okay, love. I am okay. Just tired and sore. I’m home.” Nat reassured you and pulled you towards the living room.
“I’m going to take care of you.” You promised and kissed her again as she sat down on the sofa.
“I know you will and I will also take care of you.”
And so you did.
You ran her a hot bath with some salts and you set the bathroom to be all nice for her to relax in, and while she soaked in there you made her a homemade meal - some soup with freshly baked bread, an attempt on your part to give her comfort and coziness and help her relax.
You didn’t hear her sneak out of the bathroom just as you had taken the bread out of the oven. She wrapped her arms around you and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
“You are my home.” She spoke softly.
“You are my home too, Nat.” You put the bread down and turned around to hug her.
“You always take care of me and I love you and I want to take care of you too.”
“I love you and I love taking care of you and it helps me feel better.”
“I know it does. But allow me to take care of you once in a while too.”
“Maybe not right after you’ve come back from a mission.” You teased.
“Maybe.” Nat half-smiled. “Yelena wants to meet you.”
“She is always welcome here.”
“I know.” Nat snuck another kiss.
“We are lucky.” You held her close to you.
“We are lucky.” She agreed.
You thanked whatever powers controlled everything for that luck because there she was - the most beautiful and kind woman on this planet, loving you and being accepting of your love. You two got to build a home together and despite the intensity of her lifestyle and the nature of her day to day, she still found a way to come back to you.
She was grateful for you - for your love, for your care, for your compassion. For the fact that you still chose her even though you could have anyone in the world. She was grateful that you stood by her through everything and despite everything. And she was determined to be there and show up again and again, and to make the world a better place for both of you.
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Hello Darkness ~ Chapter 10
… Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, chapter 12 (coming soon)
A/N: Hiiiiii!!! I promised you guys dark!reader, didn't I? So PREPARE FOR THE GORE. (and although I was already planning some torture and mass murder, Wanda on MoM did help inspire me a little). Also, sorry it took so long, writer's block and all that.
Oh, if I forgot to tag anyone just lmk!
Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.
Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!Natasha, synthetic cock, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink… I think that’s it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned. *THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES OF DEATH, TORTURE AND MASS MURDER*
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 7007
You had never felt like that before; pride like that, love like that. The pain had been unbearable, yes, but Natasha was there holding your hand through it all, and just that one gesture made everything better.
And then you had her in your arms, your baby girl, Natasha’s baby, and it’d felt like everything was as it should be, like every event in your life was culminating into this one moment. You had looked at your little girl’s bright green eyes, just like her mother’s, her hair took your shade, but you swore you could see a bit of fire in it, as if the deep red of Natasha’s hair wanted to poke out through the hair color your child inherited from you.
Your child.
You had looked at Natasha then, and you could see it clearly as you looked into her eyes, that glint that perfectly mirrored the happiness you had been feeling, the pure love and devotion she felt for you, for both of you.
And as you took another look at your child, there was only one thing that came to mind.
“Yelena,” you had said, smiling and looking at your baby girl.
Natasha had blinked once, twice, and then her eyes filled with tears. “What?”
“It’s a fitting name, don’t you think?” you had asked, smiling up at the love of your life “Yelena Y/L/N-Romanoff.”
“I love you,” Natasha knelt to the floor beside your bed, stroking your face with one hand and holding little Yelena’s with the other, her tears falling freely “I love you so much, I don’t even know how to-”
She broke down sobbing, and you had always known Natasha loved you, even before you knew it was romantic, but now it seemed to stand out like a beacon as you realized just how much she loved you, because the sight of tears in her eyes had always been a rare one, and for her to be vulnerable with you like that was enough to tell you just how much you meant to this woman.
“Oh, Natty, I know,” you said, you understood, she loved you more than words could describe, she loved you so much she didn’t know what to do, how to express it, be it in words or actions.
“I just can’t- You gave my life meaning, Y/N, you have no idea how-” she cried a bit more and kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then the corner of your mouth; she took a big breath in then “I’ve been having nightmares my whole life,” she said, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear “but having you by my side drives them always, it’s like since I met you I’ve been blessed with recurring dreams. Even more so after I started waking up by your side. Night after night, after the sun inflicts light upon us, your presence just soothes me, you make me feel like I have nothing to be worried about,” she kissed your cheeks then, and you felt her smile on your skin “It’s like you gave me life when I was nothing but an empty husk of a person; And now you give me this, her, a child, our child. Our Yelena.” She looked you in the eyes and leaned down to kiss your lips, you had never felt more peaceful in your life “I want to give back, I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to just be in silence, I want you to feel comfortable enough to say anything you that comes to your mind without having second thoughts, I want to hone your moans, to make you sing, touch your body like the masterpiece it is, I want to grow with you, to intertwine your spirit with mine, to merge our souls. I want to have your firsts, your lasts, and your forever.”
Your eyes stung with the sudden overflow of tears, you had smiled at her and pulled her closer, kissing her lips, trying to convey through that simple kiss all the feelings you couldn’t express through words.
“I love you too, Natalia,” you had said then, touching your forehead to hers “more than I ever loved anyone else, more than I even thought possible to love someone; I love you more than I love myself.”
Nat pulled away a little and smiled at you, wiping your tears with the pad of her thumb while reaching for her pocket with the other hand.
“I really do want forever with you, you know?” she said, her hand coming back holding a beautiful little box, your heart started hammering in your chest “Would you grant me this one more blessing? Would you allow me to spend the rest of my life by your side?” she asked, her red-rimmed, beautiful green eyes staring at you with so much hope “Will you marry me?”
“Oh my god,” you whispered, not quite believing this was really happening “Yes, Natalia! A million times yes!”
You had never felt more complete than at that moment.
The joy never seemed to fade. Days had passed, and you were as happy as on the day Yelena was born, as happy as in the moment Natasha asked you to marry her. The happiness you felt seemed everlasting, all because of the two women you had the luck to call your own. Your fiancée and your child.
When Natasha popped the question was like something snapped in you, and you finally realized that you didn’t need your job to be happy, you didn’t need your colleagues, you didn’t need anything but her and Lena.
Of course you wouldn’t just cut off all the other people you loved, no, you wanted Yelena to have uncle Tony give her the most mind-blowing gifts, you wanted uncle Loki to teach her magic, and you wanted uncle Thor to drool over her like you knew he would. But you realized you didn’t need to be near them, you didn’t need to be an avenger to feel fulfilled, and you didn’t need to be a superhero to help people.
What you had said to Natasha before Lena was born still stood, though. Because even if you knew you didn’t need the thrill of the fight to be happy, you still liked it, so you wanted that one last mission.
Of course Natasha didn’t like that, she worried about you too much for her own good. She didn’t try to stop you, though, even if she really wanted to. And, god, she did, how much she did.
You knew it wasn’t just out of worry. Yes, she worried about you more than anything else, but you knew there was something else bothering her about this particular mission. You’d be there with the other magic users, and with them alone.
You’d be there with Wanda, and she’d have to stay in the compound. First and foremost because someone had to stay to look after Lena, but also because her expertise wouldn’t be needed for this one.
She knew you loved her, you were sure of that, but you also understood how she couldn’t trust Wanda to be near you, and you knew how she felt, after all you wouldn’t like Bruce coming back and hovering over your fiancée.
“Are you absolutely sure?” she had asked you a million times before your departure, it was endearing, to be honest.
“Yes, Natty, I’m sure.” You had said, smiling at her. God, she was beautiful when she worried about you like that.
“Ok, have you gotten your gear?” she asked, checking your backpack to see if everything was in order.
“Everything in place, Captain” you answered, a smirk on your face.
Natasha lifted a single brow as she finished checking everything. “Captain?”
“Well, we are in the bedroom, and you do call the shots here, so…”
She laughed and shook her head, walking towards you. When she gathered your hair in one of her hands you thought she’d pull it and push you against the wall in a last attempt to coerce you to stay, but then she smoothly moved the other hand beneath your curls and placed a necklace on your neck.
“What is this for?” you furrowed your brows a little, your fingers tracing lightly over the beautiful piece.
She blushed a little and looked at Yelena, there was a similar piece on your baby’s neck. It made you realize what it was and a warm feeling spread through your chest.
“Tracking devices,” you said, a smile blooming on your face; you then looked at Natasha with as much love and adoration as she was looking at you “you want to make sure we’re ok, even if we’re not nearby…”
She nodded and pulled you in, tucking her face in the crook of your neck and hugging you tight to the point it became harder to breathe. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Please, come back to me.” She whispered against your pulse point, leaving a kiss there.
You pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes; you wished you could imprint the image in your head, for she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life. “Remember what I told you the other day?” you asked, caressing her face “I can’t promise to never get hurt, but I can promise to do everything in my power to come back to you”, you looked at Lena then “to the two of you. No matter what I have to do.”
Your eyes darted to her tempting lips. God, they were so plump, and you knew for a fact their taste was one of the best things to ever grace your mouth.
You pulled her closer.
“Besides,” you said then, biting her lower lip and palming her ass “We need to start working on that baby brother for Yelena, you know.”
Natasha smiled at that, her hand slowly pulling the zipper of your jumpsuit down. “We might have to get started now if you keep that up.”
You laughed and pulled her into a deep, searing kiss; an image flashed into your mind and you found the heat pooling in your belly almost unbearable “Fuck,” you exhaled, pulling away from her mouth “I bet you’d look so fucking perfect with a round belly, Tasha.”
Natasha smiled sadly at you “You know I can’t carry children, Detka,” she said. You knew that, you knew what the red room did, but you couldn’t keep that perfect image out of your head.
“Hmm,” was all you replied, leaning in and kissing her languidly on that sweet spot right behind her ear.
“Five minutes until departure” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice sounded in the room, making both of you groan in annoyance.
“Guess that’s my cue,” you said, kissing her one more time, then moving to the crib you had conjured (your magic was way better, thank you very much) for Yelena. “Bye little Lena, momma will see you soon.”
You turned to leave, but stopped at the door; you had never thought it’d be so painful to part ways with someone, especially since it was temporary. You turned around and pulled Natasha by the hand, pressing her against the wall as your mouth invaded hers like you needed her to breathe. Which you knew very well you did.
She moaned under your touch, her tight coming to press between yours.
“Three minutes until departure” it was F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice again, you shut your eyes tightly and, summoning every bit of your strength, you managed to pull away from Nat’s lips.
“I love you, my beautiful fiancée,” you said, touching your forehead against hers.
“I love you more, my future wife”.
And then you walked out that door, finding Loki waiting for you right outside your room.
“Ready to go?” he asked.
“Let’s get this over and done with so I can come back to my family.”
Things were never easy for you, of course not.
S.H.I.E.L.D had sent a team to this place before yours, a reckon team. They had infiltrated the base and gathered enough knowledge for a strike team, yours, to come back and deal with these fuckers, whoever they were.
Now here you were, not too far from the base you were supposed to invade. It was only you, Loki, Strange, and to your dismay, Wanda and Vision. To be honest you didn’t even know why Alexa was here; he was powerful, yes, and he had somewhat magical abilities, but they needed magic users for this and he was not one.
Whatever the reason, though, you couldn’t say you hated having him there, because as laser beams started being shot your way, you imagined his vibranium body would make a nice enough shield.
But how the hell were they shooting at you? Your team was stealthy enough, even using magic to mask the quinjet; all you needed to do was go to the base, which wasn’t too far from where you stood, and make it go boom. There was even a fucking forest surrounding said base, they shouldn’t have spotted you.
The fucking laser beams being shot at your team were seemingly coming from the trees, you also spotted a couple machine guns near one of the big tanks (what they contained? You had no idea).
Only then you seemed to notice that the layout the reckon team had given you seemed to be wrong. That should have been the first signal. It was a pity you couldn’t realize it then.
“We’ve been compromised!” Strange shouted as hundreds of soldiers left the building, running right towards you. You couldn’t see their faces, all of them were wearing helmets.
“Oh, what gave you the impression?” Loki yelled back, shooting freezing rays of his own toward the soldiers.
“The smart maneuver would be to leave right now,” said Vision, the stone in his robotic forehead glowing before shooting out at the enemies.
“You did read the report, didn’t you?” you asked through gritted teeth, your distaste for the droid growing stronger and strong by the second “If we leave, the tech they have here could be used to destroy dozens of cities.”
You stopped half the rays shot your way and used your magic to reverse their trajectory, creating a couple explosions that brought down dozens of soldiers.
“Yes, but we could come back another time!” Vision insisted.
“Are you fucking dumb?! They already know we know about their tech, they already know we want to destroy it!” you yelled at him, clenching your fists, but not taking your eyes off the battlefield “If we leave, they’ll take whatever they have here and hide it away!”
“And we’ll find it!” Vision insisted, blocking a laser beam from hitting Wanda.
Ah, you see now what this is about. He wanted to protect Wanda.
“Not before they use it to kill hundreds of thousands of people!” you yelled, creating a ball of blue, unstable magic and shooting it at the rapidly approaching soldiers. “Fuck it, you won’t understand no matter how many times I try to explain. You don’t have empathy to understand, you’re a robot, you don’t have a heart; You know what? You can go if you want to, I’ll finish the fucking job alone.”
Fuck him, fuck her, they could very well leave if they wanted to.
“We’re staying. I’m not leaving her behind,” you heard Wanda say to Vision.
“Wanda…” he started to say.
“I’m not leaving without her, Vis.”
And then the soldiers were upon you; none of them attacked you with their fists, though, they were all armed with this strange sort of gun that blasted a green, smelly ray.
One came right at you, but with a single lift of your hand, you redirected it back to a group of goons.
You used a blast of magic to explode one of the tanks nearby. Turns out whatever was in it was volatile, cause the explosion was so much bigger than you expected. The resulting boom caused a big gust of wind, knocking down a lot of soldiers, almost knocking down Wanda as well; the ones unfortunate enough to be near the tank when it exploded were now nothing more than bloodstains on the grass. Wanda and Strange looked at you with a horrified expression, Loki’s smile was a proud one.
And then down from the sky, sliding down zip lines that came from seemingly nowhere, came a hundred soldiers more. They were wearing the same uniforms, the same helmets; they landed with such lightness, such grace, like they had practiced it their whole lives, that it gave you the impression that those weren’t men; more than that, it gave you the impression that you had seen someone move as fluidly as them.
That’s when your eyes focused on the belts they were all wearing. Although it was hard to see surrounded by this much darkness, they stood out to you like a beacon. The insignia you saw every day, the one that was more often than not pressed against your skin.
The Black Widow insignia.
This was not any organization.
This was the Red Room.
And then you heard Wanda scream, her body surrounded by a green aura before it disappeared. She almost fell to the floor, but Vision caught her in time.
“Wanda, are you ok?” The robot asked, and it almost seemed as if there was panic in his voice.
“My- My powers… I can’t feel my powers!” she said, looking desperate, her eyes then met yours “We have to go! They have weaponized magical inhibitors!”
You gritted your teeth, you didn’t know what was happening. The Red Room was supposed to be gone. Natasha killed Dreykov years ago. If not him, who was doing all of this?
All the widows stilled for a moment, and you looked behind you to see an army of Lokis. You knew they were illusions, Strange knew it, but the Widows didn’t, or at least you hoped so.
You looked at him “Good idea,” you said, and then there was another you. Loki, the original one, smiled at that.
“Good, for your first try.”
“This is not an illusion, Loki,” you said, both your hands and your clone’s glowing blue. You concentrated some of your magic in your eyes to try and see where these Widows were coming from.
“What?” Loki asked, “What is it then?”
“A doppelganger,” you said, your double fighting off some Widows while you looked at the sky trying to find… Oh, there it was.
You took off then, leaving your other self there to fight with the others.
“And what do your original self intend to do?” Loki asked, you could hear him perfectly through your double.
“This became really person all of a sudden,” you said, but the voice sounded through the version of you that was near Loki, “they have magic inhibitors, you won’t last long, take the others and leave.”
“What about you? Natasha will be devastated if something happened to you.” He said.
“I’m doing this for her. Now, listen to me, goddamnit.”
He said something else but you couldn’t hear it now, you were too far away, even to listen through your clone. It didn’t matter though, you found the giant floating building you were looking for. You flew towards it, dodging all the projectiles coming your way.
The fight beneath you was forgotten, your other self could deal with that on her own.
When you landed, all you saw was blonde hair before you passed out.
You woke up slowly, the fog in your mind lifting slightly as your eyes adjusted to the sight in front of you. You were in a room, there was only a woman by the door, a blonde one, looking at you with no emotion behind her eyes.
“Who are you?” you asked, or at least you tried to, your voice was a bit too slurred to formulate proper words.
The blonde just tilted her head almost robotically, taking a slow, menacing step towards you; her hair was tied in a ponytail, the top part divided into braids that fell and dissolved into gentle waves. You have seen braids like that, you were sure… You saw them atop Natasha’s head quite frequently.
You remembered Natasha’s beautiful, melodic voice as she told you about her little sister, the one she presumed was dead, the one with blonde hair and eyes as green as hers. Well, Nat was wrong, this girl’s eyes were beautiful, yes, but not in a million years they could compare to Natasha’s. Your eyes focused on the Black Widow insignia on the belt the blonde wore.
“Yelena?” you asked, then, eyes zeroing on her “Yelena Belova?”
She didn’t say anything, just stood there, looking at you with not a single ounce of emotion behind her eyes.
“Yelena, listen to me, I’m Natasha’s fiancée; your sister thought you were dead. What happened?”
You were expecting an answer from her, instead, you heard clapping; slow, methodical, like whoever was doing it was merely mocking you.
“Congratulations. I have to admit I didn’t expect you to figure it out this quick. I was hoping she’d have a bit of fun with you first.” The voice came, followed soon after by an old, fat man walking into the room. “But I guess I should’ve known my Natasha wouldn’t choose just anyone to spend her life with.”
Red, ugly rage filled you, not just because you thought you knew who this man was, but because Natasha was yours. You tried to release your powers, to trample down whatever advantage he thought he had, but somehow you just couldn’t.
Then you remember the needle to your neck.
They had inhibited your powers.
When Natasha had done it you had felt completely bare, like a part of you was missing, you had felt powerless and helpless, but… this didn’t feel like it, this felt more like numbness, like trying to look at something that’s underwater, like trying to walk in quicksand.
It was irritating, it was maddening, but it didn’t make you afraid.
“Dreykov,” was all you said through gritted teeth, your face morphing into an expression of pure rage. You hated this man, not because he delusionally thought he owned your woman, but because he took everything from her. He took her childhood, her freedom, her innocence, and the possibility for her to carry children of her own.
“Hello Y/N,” Dreykov said in a mocking tone, a condescending smile on his face “now that introductions are out of the way… I’ve heard something really interesting about a baby. Yours and Natasha’s biological daughter. Yelena, right?” he laughed a little and shook his head, as if you had just told him something funny “How darling of you to name your child after Natasha’s little sister. Such a special child it must be.”
You clenched your jaw as he walked towards a desk and sat on top of it, trying to act all cool. “You know, I personally chose Natasha for the Black Widow program because she has perfect genes. And I mean that in a literal way. Her body is more resistant to diseases, her strength is superior to the normal person, she is smarter, her brain works faster; she is one of the very few perfect specimens out there...”
He went on and on about how perfect Natasha was; you knew that all too well, you’ve seen her every scar, both physical and mental, you’ve seen her at her best and at her worst, you’ve seen her fight, love, cry and laugh. You saw her as she held you down against your will to make you hers, and you saw her as she held your hand during your child’s birth. You knew all there was to know about Natasha Romanoff, because she was part of you.
“And now,” Dreykov continued “now I can only imagine all that I could do with a child that doesn’t just have perfect genetics like her, but that also has magic! The world would be mine, I wouldn’t even need my other widows; just our little Yelena would be enough.”
Your chest hurt at the thought of him getting anywhere near your girls.
“You will not touch my daughter,” you said with pure hatred in your voice.
“But, why keep just her?” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken “No, I’ll keep Natasha and aunty Yelena here as well, then I’ll have my perfect assassin trinity.”
Your eyes glowed blue, and Dreykov suddenly took a step back.
“Stay away from. My. Wife!”
A blast of pure, raw power left you, throwing furniture to the ground, breaking windows, and almost knocking Dreykov and Yelena down.
The old, balding man turned and bolted for the door, but a wall of dark-blue energy sealed it shut. He turned to Yelena with wide eyes and yelled “What are you waiting for?!” He then pressed a button on his watch and an alarm went off, red lights blinking as if in a warning.
From the ceiling then dropped what seemed to be dozens of widows. They all made a protective circle around Dreykov while Yelena pushed a knife against your throat, not yet breaking skin.
“How are you doing this?! We gave you magic inhibitors!” Dreykov yelled, but then he shook his head and look heatedly in the blonde’s direction “It doesn’t matter. Yelena, dose her again.”
And then you felt the pinprick on your neck once more, but you didn’t pass out like last time. Instead, the muddiness your felt got worse, your vision blurred, Dreykov’s voice was all weird… And yet, it didn’t cloud your judgment, you hated Dreykov with the same intensity, you wanted to kill him with the same passion.
Kill; you’ve never been driven to kill another, ever, and yet that’s what you wanted to do. You wanted to kill Dreykov for all he did to Natasha, for all he wanted to do to her and your child. You stopped squirming in your seat, trying to save your strength. Dreykov’s shoulders slumped a little and he took a step forward, the sea of widows protecting him parted, allowing you to see the ugly, balding man.
“You are a strong little thing, aren’t you?” he asked then, that irritating smile back on his face “My Natasha chose well.”
“You’ll never convince her to join you. You’re delusional if you think you will.” You said, gritting your teeth, your voice sounding drunken.
He tilted his head a little and his smile grew ever bigger “But who said anything about convincing?” he asked then, pulling Yelena to him by the arm, pulling out a knife from one of the widow’s belts and plunging it into Yelena’s side. You cringed, she didn’t move, she didn’t make a face, she just stood there, motionless.
Just then it dawned on you.
She was being controlled.
“You see, I have this nice little gas that allows me to control all these beautiful weapons,” he said, gesturing to the women around you “and it makes them stronger, their pain tolerance higher.” He took a step away from Yelena, blood coated her sides now. “Natasha won’t be able to do anything but succumb, just like her sister has. Just like you will have by then.”
He took another step towards you.
Rage, rage was all you felt, rage and the silent scream of your powers, the invisible push against your skin. Anger. Unconformity. Hatred.
“I’ll make you scream,” you said, barely more than a whisper “I’ll make you wish you were dead. You should have never come for my family.”
Dreykov snorted.
“Why do you think I came back after all this time? I could’ve come for my Natasha whenever I wanted, but now? Now there’s a magical child out there waiting for me. No one’s gonna stop me from getting my hands on Yelena.”
Blue, that’s what you saw, that’s the color that surrounded the room before you. The dam broke, and your powers punched through the fog, through the muddiness.
You never really understood why people gave you the superhero name you had. Wanda was the Scarlet Witch, Sam was the Falcon, Steve was Captain America, Tony was Iron Man, and your Natalia was the Black Widow.
You… were good, you never handicapped anyone, you’ve never killed anyone. You were the one the Avengers always sought out when they needed comfort.
And yet, you have been deemed the angel of death.
The Reaper.
Now, as the blue of your powers turned black, as the tip of your fingers burned with hellfire, as you looked in Dreykov’s eyes and saw his very soul, you finally understood why.
The chains that held you in place burst out as if they had been exploded and you slowly got up, your hair swirling madly around you as if there was a strong wind current in the room. The widows all surrounded you, but you couldn’t see their faces, all you saw were their souls, ready to be taken.
As if they could read each other’s moves, they pounced on you with perfect synchronicity. Their batons, knives, and guns all set into motion.
No one managed to touch you, your now dark powers enveloped you like a barrier, every shot the widows took bounced harmlessly, and every knife that came close met fierce resistance.
“You can’t fight them all off!” Dreykov yelled from behind Yelena, who stood in a defensive stance in front of him at the back of the room.
You didn’t seem to hear him, all that reverberated through your ears were his earliest words. Your body was hot, as if on fire, your eyes glowed dark blue.
“You will leave my family alone.”
“Someone dose her again!” Dreykov yelled.
“You think you’re so smart;” you said, lifting with your magic the widow that was coming towards you with a syringe. You wouldn’t let any one of them touch you, you wouldn’t let them hurt your girls “think you’re so powerful,” with a flick of your fingers you tore the widow’s hand away from her body, she didn’t scream, but a river of blood flowed from her torn wrist to the floor. You threw her body against a far wall “when actually you’re nothing but tiny, measly man” this time seven widows pounced on you at once. You tore their bodies into pieces, the cracking of bones echoed loudly in the room, you could feel yourself becoming stronger as every soul left the widows’ bodies and came to you. You were somehow absorbing their essence. “Hiding behind tiny, measly women” you locked eyes with one of the widows, there was nothing behind it, but you knew she had a soul, you could see it thrashing inside her, wanting to come out, to break free, to run to you.
She wanted to die, you realized. All of them wanted to.
Well, who were you to deny them of their wishes?
As you pulled a few more towards you with your magic, you could see their blood pulsing in their veins. You pulled one’s throat, tearing off her pipe, making her gurgle in blood before her soul flew in your direction, and then there was the one with red hair. You looked deep into her eyes. They were wrong. You ripped them off. Another one came, her batons ready. They never even got to touch the barrier, you had severed her arms from her body.
Soon the room was filled with the metallic stench of blood, red like an inferno, morbid like death, the marble floors tainted dark red. There was only Yelena now, her blank stare on your face, her body ready to pounce. But she didn’t, Dreykov pulled her by the arm and pressed a knife to her neck.
“Don’t come any closer or I’ll kill her. Natasha will never forgive you if you let her die.” He said, a manic smile appearing on his face, a frightened look in his eyes.
“Will she ever be able to break free?” you asked then, not caring about what he had said. You knew he wouldn’t kill the only thing standing between you two.
“There is no breaking free,” he said, pulling her closer, pressing his body against hers “her mind, her body, and her will are mine to command. Even if you managed to break my hold on her using your magic, she’d eventually, inevitably, fall back into the habits ingrained in her mind since she was a child, she’d go back to trying to fulfill her utmost desire: to follow my orders”.
You clenched your fists. Yelena didn’t deserve this.
“Did you command her to take my wife and my child to you?” you asked, then, because if there weren’t any long-lasting orders maybe she’d be able to live a somewhat normal life after Dreykov was gone.
“I did. And she will succeed.” He said, his manic smile growing, making you sick to the stomach “Because you won’t kill her; you may have killed the others, but you won’t kill Natasha’s sister, she has you on a tight leash, you won’t do anything that might anger her, so it’s only a matter of time before-”
You lifted a single finger, shutting Dreykov up, and then you took a couple steps closer to Yelena. She was beautiful, more beautiful than you imagined she would be, but her beauty could never compare to Natasha’s. No one could ever compare to her.
You looked deep into those blank green eyes of hers, her plump, pouty lips turned slightly down into a frown, her strong jaw set. You knew they weren’t blood-related, but you could see a lot of Nat in Yelena’s expression.
“Do you think you will ever be able to break free?” you asked her.
Once again no words left her mouth, all there was were those blank eyes staring at you. She didn’t say anything, but you saw the same glow around her head you saw in the others. Her very soul, afraid, desperate to break free.
You could almost feel it, its anger, its pain.
You lifted your hand to her cheek, she didn’t move, her defensive stance was still in place though. Her skin was smooth and a little wet. She had cried, you realized, even if her eyes weren’t red-rimmed.
You didn’t know why she was crying, though; you didn’t know if it was because of the widows you slaughtered, because she was happy to hear that her sister was happy and had a child named after her, or because she simply couldn’t take it anymore.
“I wish you could see her now,” you said then, smiling sadly at the blonde “she’s truly happy, Yelena. She has freedom and love, and that’s really all she’s ever asked for. I wish you’d have gotten that, too.”
You didn’t even have to lift a finger, the snap of Yelena’s neck echoed loudly through the silent room, she fell to the floor in a matter of seconds. Painless, clean. Efficient.
Dreykov’s eyes bulged to the point where they almost fell off. Your eyes were drawn to him like magnets. You took a couple steps closer, stepping over Yelena’s body.
“Any last words?” you asked, giving him his voice back.
He did this. He killed the woman who would be your child’s godmother. He killed your sister-in-law. He destroyed her life, Natasha’s life.
He’d pay for it.
“You- you can’t kill me, if you do it, all of my widows won’t stop until Natasha and your baby are dead!” he yelled, backing up against the wall.
You tilted your head a little to the side, your eyes hardening. “Do you really think I worry about your widows?”
Dreykov raised his hands desperately. “But do you really want to live your whole life looking over your shoulder? A single mistake, a single distraction on your part, and your daughter will be gone.”
You felt something in your stomach, it was like hunger, but it was definitely not physical hunger. You didn’t want food… You wanted blood. His blood.
“So why don’t you be a good boy and tell me the location of these other widows so I can finish this once and for all?”
“Do you think I’m stupid?! Once I tell you you’ll kill me.”
You leaned closer, your eyes emitting a dark blue glow. “Here’s the thing, Dreykov, either you tell me where these widows are, or I’ll read it out of your mind. The difference is, if you do cooperate, I’ll simply kill you, but if you don’t…” you smiled menacingly, whispering your next threat “I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
You pulled back and looked at him, willing to let him decide, but when no words came out of his mouth, you smiled sadistically at him.
“Pain it is.”
You brought him closer with your magic, his wide eyes filled with fear. “Hum, I wonder if I can turn back time on your body, but leave your mind to remember everything that happened,” you mused, a dark grin on your face.
“What do you think yo-”
You broke his hand, it was a minor injury compared to what you were planning, his screams, though? They sounded as if you were already killing him. He was so weak. It was ironic how he trained women until they were perfect assassins while he himself couldn’t take a broken bone.
You moved your hands then, turning back time with one, keeping his memory with another. You didn’t know if that would work, but it didn’t hurt to try… Well, it didn’t hurt you.
Dreykov didn’t stop screaming as his hand snapped back into place, the bones gluing themselves together again. You smiled.
“So,” you said with a gigantic, sadistic smile on your face “how did it feel, does it still hurt?”
He looked at his hands with horror in his eyes, it seemed as if he understood what you intended to do.
“No, please, don’t-”
You broke his hand again, his screams were deafening. God, why did he need to be such a baby?
“Does it hurt the same amount, or is it different?” you asked, truly curious.
Dreykov didn’t answer, just kept on screaming. You shrugged and turned back time, watching with interest as the bones in his hand mended yet again. You smiled as the dark blue of your magic surrounded his arm.
“What are y-”
You tore his arm from his body, his screams intensified. You wondered how long would he be able to keep that up. The screams, you mean. He’d keep up with your methods for as long as you wanted.
“You can’t keep doing this, someon-”
You turned back time again, seeing his flash knit itself together again. The dark-bluish fire you conjured next burnt his skin like nothing you’ve ever seen. The smell of burnt flesh wasn’t really pleasing, but the sight in front of you definitely was.
You turned back time again, this time conjuring a sword and slashing his stomach.
“What?” you asked as he thrashed around, his organs falling out “Don’t you like taking people’s organs away without their permission?”
Next, you pulled his heart out with your bare hands, only a thin layer of magic covering it as to not stain your skin with his dirty blood.
“I can’t-”
You turned back time again.
“You can.”
You proceeded to snap his neck, break both his legs, tear his ears off, dilacerate his nose, and pour acid into his eyes. He only kept complaining, and complaining, and complaining. What a crybaby.
“This is getting tiring.” You said then, conjuring an ax and using your magic to open his pants. His eyes widened then, and it was as if all the other torture methods you inflicted upon him were ok, but you could not touch that small, wrinkly thing he called his cock.
“Ok! Ok! Please, I’ll tell you everything, please!” he yelled, trying to fold forward in order to protect his genitals. It was honestly ridiculous.
“Oh silly,” you said, shaking your head with a condescending smile on your face “I already know everything. I read your mind.”
You brought your ax down, and the scream he let out then was animalistic. But he hadn’t suffered enough, no suffering would be enough to make up for what he did to Natasha. So you used your magic to lift his severed cock, because of course you wouldn’t touch that disgusting thing with your hands, and proceeded to use more magic to turn him around and throw him face-first to the floor.
With his white, wrinkled ass up in the air, you stuffed the cock in it. By how much blood he was losing you imagined he’d have maybe a few more hours of life. There wouldn’t be anyone left to help him, but you weren’t an amateur, you tied his hands and feet, stuffed his mouth, and broke his bones just to be sure.
You took a step back to admire your work and smiled at the thought that your family would never be a target to the Red Room ever again.
“It was good doing business with you, Dreykov.” You chanted as you left.
You felt… Good. It was good to make him pay, you felt, more than ever, a hero. You didn’t just save anyone, you saved your family. But there was still more to be done. Somehow, after reading his mind, the location of every widow stood out to you like a beacon. You knew where every single person who ever worked for or with Dreykov was, and you knew that you had to take care of them, too, least they try and carry on with Dreykov’s orders.
So, just before you returned to the compound, you snapped your fingers, killing every single one of the people who had ever worked for him, leaving only your wife to tell the story.
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across my memory.
natasha romanoff x fem!reader
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summary: an arranged marriage led you to leaving the woman you love. who knew that you would meet again merely a decade later only under different circumstances once upon a december.
contains: angst and some fluff (if you squint hard enough)
a/n: i recommend listening to once upon a december while reading this cause i sorta based this story on that song :>
You have received an invitation by the neighboring kingdom of Volkov, they were inviting you and your husband to their grand ball in celebration of the king’s birthday.
As you were checking yourself in the mirror you suddenly heard a knock on the door, “Are you all prepared my dear?” your husband asked.
“I- um… yes, I’m all ready now.” You replied and stood up swiftly from your seat then grabbed all your belongings before leaving the room.
Once you opened the door, your husband greeted you with awe and admiration in his eyes. You were wearing a deep red ball gown with beads and pearls surrounding it, there was nothing really special about your ball gown, in fact, you found it stocked away in your closet. “You always look so mesmerizing, my love.” He said and kissed you on the cheek and offered his arm for you to hold.
Attending grand balls wasn't something you really liked, in fact, you always found them socially tiring but your husband thinks otherwise. He would always be happy to attend these gatherings, because of the chance to socialize with other people which he oh so love whereas you were acting like an obedient wife following him everywhere he goes.
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You finally arrived at the ball and as usual, you walked beside your husband as he chatted with some of your friends and acquaintances.
“Artur, it has been a while old friend.” A man suddenly said as he shook your husband’s hand and kissed your gloved hand as a greeting. You realized that it was the king himself, Roman Volkov.
“It has been indeed, I see you’ve finally married.” Artur gesturing to the woman who is assumingly his wife who has a fan covered across her face, only her eyes seemingly visible to you.
Emerald eyes. Eyes that you remember all too well.
It’s her.
“I’m Natasha, it's a pleasure to meet you Artur.” Natasha spoke and bowed slightly to him.
“The pleasure is all mine,” your husband said as he kissed Natasha’s gloved hand, “This is my wife, Y/N.” Artur introduced and you bowed to her slightly in greeting.
“Why don’t you both ladies chat whilst Artur and I chat to catch up on things while having drinks?” Roman said as he planted his arm onto your husband’s shoulder.
“Sounds like a great idea,” Artur suddenly chimed.
A total bad idea.
“Alright, but don’t drink too much.” You said to him.
“I’ll see you later, love.” Artur said, then kissed you on the cheek before he left with Roman. You could feel Natasha’s eyes on the both of you.
Natasha removed the fan from her face revealing her full facial features, it’s like she hasn’t even aged. She still looks beautiful as you remembered. “Follow me.” she said before you both walked in silence.
Someone holds me safe and warm
Your mind was racing with questions, it has been merely 12 years since you saw each other and the night you promised her a life with you for eternity.
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
“Some wine?” Natasha offered as the two of you entered what assumably is their entertainment hall because of the piano on the side of the room and with the bookshelves around.
“No, thank you.” You replied, making Natasha shrug and poured herself some wine.
“I can’t believe you’re married, for how long?” you asked.
Natasha swallowed her wine and replied, “For almost five years now.”
Your heart sank upon hearing those words, but you knew it was bound to happen after what you said to her all those years ago.
“I'll end our marriage in five years time, and I promise that I'll be with you until my last breath.”
Across my memory
“Do you actually love him? Is that why you didn't leave him like you said you would years ago?” Natasha suddenly blurted out.
You were taken aback by her question, “Natasha, I-”
“It’s only a simple yes or no question Y/N.”
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before saying, “Yes, I love him.”
That wasn't enough to convince her. She started to move closer and you kept backing away but eventually your back hit the wall, “Look me in the eyes and say that one more time.”
Far away long ago
You looked into her emerald green eyes, oh how you missed those eyes of hers, eyes that would look at you with much love and admiration, but now, her eyes were filled with something different, rage, anger, and sadness.
Glowing dim as an ember
Your mouth opened but nothing came out making Natasha smirk and say, “I know you’re lying but if you insist.”
You wanted to speak but you knew she wasn't done, “You said to wait for you for five years but I waited for six long painful years before I fully convinced myself that you weren’t coming back. I eventually decided to marry Roman. I told myself that I’ll learn to love him and hopefully forget about you throughout our marriage.
But I couldn’t, I acted like a faithful wife around him but I acted like I was in a brothel when he wasn’t around. I slept with multiple women trying to banish you from my mind but I just couldn’t.”
You were stunned and shocked with what she said but she continued, “You probably have forgotten about me after all these years, seeing that you didn’t come back for me five years after you got married.”
Things my heart used to know
You couldn't stay quiet any longer, “How could I forget the woman who loved me for who I am, the woman who made me feel like I was safe with her. The woman who made me feel like I was… home.” You replied and you suddenly felt your eyes sting, tears wanting to fall but you stopped yourself from being too vulnerable in front of her.
“If you truly loved me, you could’ve done what you promised all those years ago!” Natasha said in an almost yelling tone. She saw you flinch at her words and immediately regretted raising her voice at you, “I-I'm sorry.” she said and approached you once again.
Things it yearns to remember
She cupped your cheek and her eyes flickered onto your lips silently asking for consent. You nodded slightly and closed your eyes until finally feeling her lips on yours. It was filled with passion and longing, almost like it was a perfect puzzle.
You missed this, you missed the feeling of kissing her, touching her, you missed everything about her.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I last saw you.” you said which made Natasha smile sadly.
Your tears started to stream down your cheeks and she was there to wipe them, just like how she would before.
“Would you still run away with me if I asked you to?” Natasha asked with a slight smirk on her face.
You shook your head slightly, “I can’t.” you whispered.
“You can’t or you won’t?” Natasha retorted.
You held her hand and placed it onto your stomach, “I’m… pregnant.”
You felt Natasha tense up at the unexpected news but she asked, “Does he know?” and you shook your head, “I haven’t told him yet.”
“We can still run away together, we’ll take care and raise the child like our own.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Natasha,” you let go of her hand and walked to where the wine bottle was, grabbing yourself a glass. “Artur has been wanting to have a child for years and me leaving him for you is a death sentence, for me and especially you.” You said and immediately drank half of the wine in your glass. “This unborn child is now my priority. That is why as much as I want to leave the place I call hell everyday and take another chance of a new life with you I can’t.”
You took another drink and more tears started to flow down, “It also would be best if this is the last time we’ll see each other.” you said with a choked sob.
Natasha immediately approached you and made you face her, “No, no, moya lyubov, please,” she begged. If her voice already sounded like she was hurt, her eyes showed more pain. “It’s been more than a decade since we last saw each other Y/N, isn’t this supposed to be a sign from the gods that we’re meant to be with each other?”
She was right, despite after not seeing each for years on end, fate had decided that the both of you would meet once again once the both of you had lost all hope.
Only in different and more complicated circumstances now.
Natasha held your hand and said, “Please Y/N, don’t leave me again.” Her eyes were begging for you to leave with her.
A sudden knock on the door made you both stand still. “Y/N? Are you in there with Natasha?” It was your husband.
“I… uh- yes, we’re in here.” you replied and Artur entered the room.
“As much as I hate to interrupt your chatting but we best get going, it is almost midnight and I know how much you value your rest.” He said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, “I sure hope you and Natasha had a great chat.”
“We did.” Natasha dryly replied with a fake smile plastered on her face as he looked at your husband.
Artur smiled and asked you, “Well, shall we go?”
“Yes, let’s go.” you replied and Artur started to walk you outside with him. “Actually, there’s something I’d like to ask Natasha… alone.” you said to him.
“Alright my love, I’ll wait for you outside.” Artur then left the room and once you heard him shut the door you immediately rushed towards Natasha and crashed your lips onto hers one last time.
And a song someone sings
Natasha felt it, and you did too.
It was farewell.
You walked out of the room without saying another word, only holding onto the memory of a forbidden love that two women failed to save despite being given another chance to do so.
Perhaps in another life or in another universe, you and Natasha lived the lives you wanted together. It just wasn’t this one.
Once upon a December
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morning shenanigans.
pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader
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summary: you and natasha spent the morning making “love” while other people were awake.
warnings: rough sex, dirty talking, daddy kink, natasha being a little needy, pet names (sweetheart, slut, whore, etc), talks about anal sex, and more - 18+ MINORS DNI.
author’s note: just a little fic in my head that i wrote lol enjoy cx
“Natasha, oh my god!”
You clutched the headboard as Natasha rutted into you, grunting and panting above you like a hungry animal devouring its prey. She had her eyes closed and was moaning every time your cunt clenched on her meaty length, making it even more difficult for her not to come so soon. She flutters her eyes open as she kisses your lips hard and sloppily, spitting into your mouth as if she wanted you to be in her forever.
"Jesus Christ," she sighs, rolling her hips each time her cockhead brushes against your cervix. “You’re so tight for me, fuck! Oh god–”
“Quiet, Henry might hear us–”
"He's probably asleep," the older woman above you mutters as she feels your inner walls squeezing her cock once more, causing her to roll her eyes in the back of her head. "You're squeezing me too tightly, baby girl."
You smirk at her, clawing her ass as you let her go deeper inside of you.
“You don’t like that, Daddy?”
“Who said I didn't like it?” she growls, licking a stripe from her neck as she continues to cling to you, grabbing your hips. “You like this, don’t you? Do you like it when Daddy fucks you like this?”
You whimpered out loud, turning your gaze to the door, apprehensive that your child would burst into your room if he saw your girlfriend fucking you into oblivion.
“Baby, look at me,” she says softly, her hand gripping your jaw as she kisses your lips. “That’s it, you’re doing so good angel…” she pulls out of your pussy, leaving only her cockhead inside your walls as she wraps her hand around her meat and slowly pumps herself, looking down at you hungrily.
“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, attempting to roll her hips so that her entire length could slip into you. “Please fuck me... Fuck me good. I want you to go deep inside of me and fill me up.”
“Yeah?” she asks, her other hand squeezing your right breast and tweaking your nipple as you whine quietly. “You like this, baby? Hm? Gonna ruin your fucking pussy for everyone else, okay? Stay quiet and be pretty for me, little girl.”
Natasha pushed her penis all the way inside of you again, the bed creaking as she pounded into you hard, her mouth on your chest, open-mouth kisses on the middle of your cleavage. She moves her hands all over your back, thrusting her cock in and out until you feel yourself losing control and falling into euphoria.
“I need you so much,” she begs, peppering her lips all over your collarbone. “Y-You make me want to bust my nut into you, make you my breeding bitch. Tell me, you want to be bred like a little whore, huh? Come on.”
Natasha's hips snap back into you, pulling out before pumping herself back in. She looks down, watching her cock slip inside of you so easily that she might mistake you for no longer being tight. But you've always been so tight on her, so desperate for her penis, that she can go hard whenever she sees you. The older redhead returns her gaze to you and smirks, unconcerned that the neighbors might hear them banging each other's heads together.
"Good girl," she grunted, closing your mouth as she lifted your other leg, her cock effortlessly slipping inside of you. She draws back, seeing your juices coat her long limbs. "Do you like my big cock, sweetheart?" "You like Daddy's big cock?"
“Mhm!” you bit your bottom lip as her hips rolled back into you, causing the bed to groan once again. “Nat, Henry might-”
“Just be quiet, baby. H-he won't hear anything,” she mumbles as she gives you a gentle kiss. “You're making Daddy feel so good, God. I feel you all over my dick, fuck…”
Natasha's tip was mercilessly slamming into your sensitive spot, and your whines and moans could be heard throughout the room - you couldn't help yourself, she was too excellent at this. She was too adept at making you feel as if you were in oblivion or paradise. Her growls get louder as both of your wet skins slap together, filling up the room to the point that you could assume someone could hear you from outside.
“You're such an obedient little slut,” she moaned above you, her tongue brushing over your nipple. “Do you enjoy being fucked by me? Do you enjoy being my naughty little girl?”
“Uh-huh,” you moaned in return, nodding vigorously. “Please, go hard, please-”
“Telling me what to do right now, hm?” she groans into your neck, jackhammering her hips into you. She spreads your legs widely with her knees, allowing herself to fuck you without a care in the world.
“Feels good?” she asks while panting, her breasts bouncing each time she ruts into you. You couldn't resist sucking one of her nipples, causing her to hiss. “Oh fuck–shit, oh god… that feels so good–”
“Are you close?” you asked, whining as you felt her cock hump into you and her arms tighten around you. “Daddy, cum in me–”
“I'm here, baby… oh fuck,” she moans aloud, sucking on your neck to the point of bruising. She continues to pound into you until she stops her hips, balls deep inside of you. “I'm going to cum, I'm going... Oh, shit!”
She stills her hips and releases massive amounts of sperm into you, her ass twitching as she releases her thick, white milk into you, her mouth all over your chest. You ran your fingers through her short brunette hair, gripping it tightly as you went around her length. She yanked out quickly, splattering more thick cum all over your pussy lips - she smiled.
"D-Did you like that?" she asks, her gaze fixed on your pussy clench. She couldn't help but grab her tip and spread the cum all over your folds, repeatedly slapping the head on your clit. This gesture made you flutter your eyes closed. “Fuck, baby. I just gave you a creampie.”
“Yeah…” you sighed, your eyes closed, as you felt Natasha's cum oozing out of your hole, causing her to chuckle deeply. “Happy now?”
“That I came in you? Yes,” she said as she stood up in her loose gray boxers, an obvious tent in her undergarment. “What is it?” asks the older woman, turning her head over her shoulder.
“I feel like Henry heard us.”
She snickered and crept back under the covers, clutching you close. “I doubt it. He’s dead asleep, baby.”
“Yeah, I guess–”
A loud bang is heard against the bedroom door. “Mommy? Can you please help me make waffles? I know Mama is still asleep, so please come and help me.”
You laughed softly as you rolled out of bed, teasing Natasha with your bare ass. “I want to bite your ass,” she said quietly.
“You could do that later, my love.” you brushed your hair away from your sweaty face while wearing shorts.
Natasha was allowing herself some free time by staying at your apartment for a short time while she was away from the compound. You had to inform the older woman you had a son when you first met her. You assumed she would resist you because she did not want to be engaged with a single parent. But the moment she heard you say those words, she treated Henry as if he were her own. It was as if you had a new family with her, and you felt entirely whole again.
She stood up when she heard your mother calling from the other side of the room. She kisses your left cheek while brushing her hair off her brow and wearing sweatpants.
"Can I also cum in your ass?" she asked with a whine. “Please, baby girl? Please? Come on, it’ll fit.”
You give your girlfriend a wink as you leave the room, the sperm in your cunt still leaking from its hole. Oh well, you thought. I’ll fix that later.
um.
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Fear
→ Pairs: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader
→ Summary: Natasha, your long time crush, finds you sitting at the edge of the rooftop of the Avengers Tower; doing something while watching the sunset.
→ Warning/s: Mentions of smoking (lmk if I need to add another warning)
→ Universe: Marvel
→ Setting: After the events of Age of Ultron
→ Age: 29
→ Genre: [F]
→ Note: I'll start writing Stranger things character/s x reader, and Stranger things character x Stranger things character. This one is just short.
→ Reminder: You DO NOT have permission to plagiarize, repost and claim the story are yours. Reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated by me :)
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You sit at the edge of the rooftop, watching the sun start to set in front of you as you take out a cigarette stick and lit it up using your lighter. You brought it up to your mouth and start to smoke.
While doing that, you start to wonder if Natasha likes you back. You've taken a liking to the red head since the day you arrived. Her training you brought closure to the two of you. She was hard on you before, but now everything seemed to change. You noticed she's only soft with you, she comes to you when she needs someone to talk to, when she has one of her episodes of nightmares again, when she feels so small that she needs cuddles from you; her best friend.
At first, you never really saw an end to her firmness towards you. After that one night, everything changed. She came running to your room in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and fear written all over her features. She saw you sleeping so peacefully, she didn't care, she wanted to be held by someone and it was just the two of you alone in the tower that night. She stood still by the doorway, contemplating whether she would just let it pass or wake you up and tell you.
You stirred awake when you felt a presence of someone, you opened your eyes and saw the red head standing. You told her to come to you. You held her protectively, in attempt to ease her fear. She told you that she would tell you what happened the next morning, which she did.
After that, the rest is history.
Everyone was surprised to see Natasha having a soft spot for you only. But they didn't complain, it was their first time seeing Natasha so in love to the point where she would smile whenever you would enter a room where she was present in. Though you were too blind to see that, she giggles whenever you would tell a joke, she gets excited when you arrive back after a mission.
You were broke out of your thoughts when you felt a presence beside you, you looked to your right and saw Natasha watching the sunset as well, beside you.
"I didn't know you smoked" She spoke first, you turn your attention back to the sunset.
"Sometimes we need to kill ourselves a little to stay alive..." You reply, then suddenly your cigarette was taken from your hands. You furrow your eyebrows at the red head and saw her smoking it, which made you soften again and look back to the sunset.
"So, which part of you are you killing tonight?"
"Fear" I deadpanned. I don't actually know why that's my answer but only one reason came to my mind.
"From what?"
"You"
"Me?"
"Fear from losing you," you turn to her and locked eyes with her piercing green eyes "Listen, Nat, I like you, a lot. No, I love you. Ever since I entered the tower and saw you, I developed a new feeling for you. I don't know what I'll do without you, I can't lose you, I'm afraid to lose you. I-"
You were cut off by soft lips smashing onto yours. Natasha. You were about to kiss back when she pulled away.
"You talk too much, dork. I love you too"
You smiled like an idiot "Can I take you out on a date tonight?"
"Of course. Casual or formal?"
"Casual"
--
After that night of August 11, you finally got to call the woman everyone has been dying to call mine, mine. You were forever thankful for being someone Natasha can brag about to her family and the team who were all single except Clint and Wanda.
"I love you, detka" Natasha whispered to you
"I love you more, malyshka" You whispered back. Embracing the moment you two are sharing.
This is it. You finally have the woman you've been admiring from afar in your arms. Natasha loves the side of you where you actually manage to make her laugh and happy without doing anything, effortlessly. Where she could let her vulnerable side out. She loves how you would always understand her when no one can. In general, you two love each other no matter the side either one of you have out.
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Surf and Turf
Summary: After getting both groups acquainted with each other, it's time to return to apparently not-so-missing isle...
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader
[AU Masterlist] Arc 2: [Part 1] This is Part 2
Warning(s): Not much for this one, maybe keep you eyes peeled for strong language? It's a pretty tame chapter tbh
Note(s): We got another one for arc 2! There aren't as many interactions with our main three in this chapter, but that's cuz there's some other dialogue and exposition i wanted to get in there first. display some other relationships and whatnot. i hope you enjoy nonetheless :3
Word Count: a bit more than 1.4k
*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!
Both you and Sienna made your way back up to the surface, climbing back onto The Blue Delilah.
While the two of you were underwater, Wanda and Natasha had incapacitated the last two “attackers” and managed to tie them up.
It really wasn’t a fair fight with Wanda there…
The squelch of your wet boots alerted both of them that you made it back onto the boat.
Noticing Sienna behind you, Wanda and Natasha were both ready to get back into it, but you stopped them before they could.
-----
You hold your hands out in a placating manner, “Alright alright, hold on just a sec! everybody can chill the fuck out”
Natasha raises a brow before lowering the gun in her hand. “Hearing that from you? Forgive me for my surprise but,” her gaze goes from you to the rather unwelcoming woman next to you. “Negotiating has never really been your thing, Jaws.”
Wanda nods along, moving all the assailants’ weapons to the opposite end of the boat out of reach. “I have to agree.��
A small sigh pushed past your lips, “Fortunately, I didn’t have to negotiate much at all,” you rested a hand on Sienna’s shoulder. “Natasha, Wanda, I’d like for you to meet Sienna; she’s my older sister.”
Both Wanda and Natasha were struck silent by this new information. Cuz how to you really respond to that?
Sienna kept her arms crossed as she stepped forward, “We can talk more when we arrive on Enoka.”
Your eyes widened as you finally had time to connect the rest of the dots and understand the implications of Sienna even being alive. “You mean Enoka is?-”
A bit of a warmer expression started to break through Sienna’s features as she addressed you. “Not without change, but she is alive and well, yes.”
---
You’d went back to steering The Blue Delilah while Sienna untied the other “attackers” that Natasha and Wanda had put out of commission.
The three of you found out that they were members of Sienna’s guard that patrolled the waters surrounding Enoka with her.
The six guardsmen, three men and three women, had warily introduced themselves at Sienna's insistence.
They largely kept to themselves as they were a group of few words... at least around the strangers they were keeping the company of, of which no one could really blame them. They saw no issue in having Sienna speak for them.
Sienna had mentioned that there were pirates that got a little too close to Enoka's jurisdiction lately, and the locals were particularly antsy at the number of potential incidents in the past few months.
Sienna had to up the number of patrols they went out on during the day due to this.
While you, Natasha and Wanda had no real idea who these "pirates" could be, independent or affiliated, there were plenty of desperate people coming out of the woodwork for answers and solutions in a post-Ultron world.
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While the three of you were getting the full explanation from Sienna and her guard, it was unfortunate that they’d essentially cut their patrol off early to bring you back to Enoka. If Sienna and her guardsmen had continued their patrol, they more than likely would have come across the smaller boat tailing The Blue Delilah from a good distance away…
-----
The sun was starting to set when you saw the first bit of land; vibrant greens mixed with stone surfaces and accompanied by beaches surrounding the edges. It was like the familiarity of it was fitting together long lost pieces to the abandoned puzzle of memories you had.
“It’s just been here all this time and I didn’t even know…”
Sienna came to stand next to you, “But you did know, Y/n. Your connection to Enoka was never severed, that’s evident in you knowing exactly where she rests. You’d know if the island was truly gone. Eth lyon equsont' Y veah ys hyw ti okot uy' os goln ot ocem ckab su."
You rubbed the back of your neck, unsure how to give a full enough answer. “I was a bit preoccupied…to say the fuckin’ least anyways.”
Sienna merely eyed you for a second, giving you another once over now that she was closer. "Esod sith veah githanny ot od whit eth wot ahnum mewno tath uyo bugorth whit uyo? Uyor necst 's citapullryra tenetccandor no eth hedraed."
You clear your throat suddenly at the abrupt mention of Wanda and Natasha. both of whom were more than alert while keeping an eye on your other "guests" by the back end of the boat. "Somewhat. I mean, it's more than a little complicated, but they've both helped me. A ton. And their Names are Natasha and Wanda...... Natasha 's eth ostyn hedraed tath alos spaneph ot eb 'm niirfrgeld, sersit."
You glanced toward the end of the main deck where you caught Natasha's eye. Once Natasha noticed your attention was on her, she turned her head to face you. She wasn't the closest one to you at the moment, so it wasn't out of place for her to keep an eye and ear out for you.
Natasha raised an inquiring brow at your continued staring before you sent her a sharp smirk with a wink. You kept your body half turned in her direction before focusing back on the conversation you were having with Sienna.
Sienna observed the small interaction silently before she looked away from you and out onto the water, taking a second to think before speaking up again. “Sey, lewl, Enoka 's chum mesrall athn uyo ghimt bremeerm foeber eth ofdol." She let out a sigh before she turned and put her hand on your shoulder to get your attention. “Let me steer this thing so I can take you to the entrance.”
“The entrance?”
“I told you Enoka was not was not without change after all these years.”
Once Sienna took the wheel, the yacht was guided halfway around the island where a larger summit was seen. Formed into the bottom of the smaller mountain was a cave covered by the growing foliage. The Blue Delilah was steered into it before the engine was shut off.
“Your boat managed to fit in here, but you all will need to walk the rest of the way to the entrance by foot.”
Natasha was still on the cautious side, seeing as only one of the strangers here seemed somewhat trustworthy. “How far is that exactly?”
Sienna spoke up at the front of the group, “Not egregiously so. Many choose to just swim back and forth, but seeing as the two of you are merely human, walking is about the only option for you. We should arrive within the hour.”
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As all ten of you left The Blue Delilah, you all made your way through the cave as it became a progressively tighter space to walk through side by side.
You decided to get a few answers while on your way; multitasking and all that.
After a while of walking, you came to what looked to be a dead end.
-----
Sienna, still in front of the group, waved her hand over the empty space, revealing ripple in the space that started to resemble a portal.
“This gate will lead into Enoka. You will have to enter one at a time since you’ll be unidentified in the passageway. It needs to analyze your signatures separately.”
You sent a reassuring look to Wanda while you squeezed Natasha’s hand. They were both still very cautious surrounding this entire situation. For you there was this inexplicable amount of trust you had. Whether it be from the nostalgia and anticipation of seeing your where you grew up or genuinely not sensing any danger, you couldn’t differentiate.
First went Sienna, then three of her guards, then you, Natasha, Wanda, and then the other three guards.
---
On the other side was beauty.
The landscape was, in fact, very different from how you loosely remembered it, but the view was one in a million all its own.
Half of the inhabited environs were above water; cabins, huts, and the like were strewn about and the summits surrounding them all had bridges connecting overhead.
The other half of the Island was also visible, but it was underwater.
Underwater, but not abandoned.
The were homes and buildings that were brand new shining from under the surface.
A good amount of them were made out of ruins that were apparently repurposed after the flood, but most of them were completely new and sleek.
In a way, it was like you'd never left...
Just like your connection with the hidden isle was never broken, so to was it's connection to you.
This was Enoka, your homeland.
** footnote: I wanted to use a completely different script for the Enokan language being spoken, but I couldn’t find a way to import it so that it was shown, so instead I made a simple code using typoglycemia (aka just unscramble the letters of each word). To make it so that it didn’t look as clunky, I sometimes replaced (i) with (y). Some words that end with vowels may have an apostrophe that takes the place of the vowel. Apostrophes can also be found at the beginning of words with vowels for fluidity’s sake. I didn’t think swears should be scrambled cuz that just *looks* off to me. The point of these changes is to have this resemble a spoken language more than it is a blatant tactic to confuse you.
Here's a word unscrambler in case you need it
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Eternity
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You woke up to blinding light, the sun seemingly shining brighter than normal. Letting out a groggy groan, you let out a deep breath and turned your head, simply observing. Even in her sleep, she was utterly stunning. Her red hair shone in the light and her features were perfectly imperfect. It was a sight you could get used to and wake up to every morning.
You and Natasha had seemingly fallen asleep on your backs last night and ended up holding hands. It was weird considering you had never slept in that position and that Natasha had fallen out of that habit, taking up to cuddling into you at night. You didn’t dwell on it, though, wanting to savor this moment for eternity.
“You know, it’s very rude to stare.”
You felt a sleepy grin form on your face at your lover’s words.
“I’m not staring, I’m admiring.”
Nat let out a playful groan, taking her hand out of yours and using it to gently push your face.
“You’re so cheesy,” she muttered with faux annoyance, finally opening her eyes and staring at you.
Simply shrugging, you pulled her closer to you by her waist, ignoring her little squeal of surprise.
“Mmm, only for you,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss on her neck.
You only stayed there for a moment, soaking in the peace, before you felt Natasha’s hands urging you to look up. Once you did, you had no time to process before her lips were on yours, pressing the most loving kiss to your lips. You swore you could never get tired of her gentle caresses and vanilla chapstick.
Once, she pulled back, you slowly opened your eyes, trapped in a daze that was caused by the simple essence of her.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Hi,” you whispered back in the same tone.
You stared at Natasha, wondering why she seemed so glow-y. She didn’t seem to carry such heavy burdens. Stress would usually paint her face as soon as she woke up, knowing it was going to be a busy day full of reports and anticipation, wondering if she was going to get called on a last-minute mission.
But you didn’t see any of that. There was no underlying worry or concern about the future. She looked carefree. And to think about it, you felt lighter too. You didn’t feel the mental pressure or any heavy lingering. You were just living in the moment.
“Coffee?”
It seemed, though, that her caffeine addiction would never change.
-
It was later that day--at least you assumed so. The never seemed to dim and neither of you could be bothered to check a clock. The two of you had migrated from the bedroom to the couch, turning on some James Bond movies that Natasha, for some reason, loved, and cuddled and relaxed.
Besides the noise from dialogue and the occasional explosion, it was quiet. The AC wasn’t overbearingly loud, and your phones hadn’t rang once. Neither of you could’ve been more thankful. It was a well deserved off day and your body was feeling and basking in the relief--you could tell it was the same for Nat.
As the next movie closed and came to an ending, you felt yourself growing bored. You never could sit still for long, something that the redhead always got onto you about. On pure impulse you reached for the remote and paused the movie, jumping up from the couch before Natasha could cause you any bodily harm.
“Hey!”
You ignored her protest and went to the record player that was sitting on the bookshelf in the corner of the room. Putting on a vinyl, you turned it down to a relaxing volume and listened as instrumentals filled the air.
You took dramatic ‘elegant’ steps to the couch, placing your hand out and staring at Nat’s unamused face.
“May I have this dance, darling?”
The woman simply stared at you with a deadpan look on her face for a short moment before she could no longer keep up the facade. A smile cracked through and she dropped her hand into yours, sighing in feigned inconvenience.
Gently pulling the redhead up, you brought her into your arms. You let the music guide your movements, allowing it to do with you as it pleased. It controlled your steps, the twirls Natasha did, and the kisses you pressed on her hairline. It fueled the love and allowed it to swirl through your home, suffocating you in all its glory.
The music whispered and influenced your mind. It told you that--yes. You would love to stay here for eternity.
-
The mission had been grueling. You and Natasha were hilariously outgunned and outnumbered. Soldiers seemed to clone, three taking place of one you just killed. The sinking feeling in your stomach told you that you weren’t making it out of here unscathed.
You had been hit one too many times. You could feel your end nearing. You knew that this was a lost battle but you needed to find her. You had to say goodbye first.
You dragged yourself across the harsh ground, bullet casings and dead remains caressing your singed suit and scarred skin. Tears and sweat made their way down your face, striking through the dirt, blood, and grime.
Every movement brought you pain but you refused to give up. Natasha deserved this.
Finally, you saw her red hair. It was dull, lifeless--just like her. She, too, was giving up. Quickening your pace as much as you could, you dragged your body towards hers. You had to feel her one more time, no matter how much it hurt.
Pain blinded your senses but at last, you could touch her. You could grab her hand and take your last breaths together.
You pulled her limp hand in yours and watched as she turned her head towards you. Her head was bleeding profusely, lip split, and her suit darkening, no doubt being caused by her blood. Her breath was labored and you realized she was waiting too. Waiting to let go together.
Your lip quivered as you felt yourself go cold and as Natasha’s grip grew lighter.
“I love you,” she whispered. It was almost unheard with the sound of the soldiers yelling, their gunshots, and pounding footsteps. But you’d always hear Natasha. She knew she’d always be heard.
Her chest no longer rose and her hand went limp.
As you tried to sob, you found that you couldn’t. You were only capable of coughing and with it, came blood bubbling up your throat.
And as you choked, you could only hope that in the afterlife, you’d be with Natasha for eternity.
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