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Take it All…

Virgin!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A cute little (lengthy 🤭) story where Natasha gets to fall in love, and be taken care of in all facets 🥰

Warnings: Annoying men, AOU sexist mantra, but I promise it’s super FLUFF!

Smut: Marking(N), Oral (N), Fingering (N), Face-Riding (R), High-Tech Strap(N/R), Marking (N), Kinks: Praising/Degrading, Breeding.

18 + | Minors DNI !!

Natasha is a Swiftie, you will not change my mind.

Natasha Romanoff was no stranger to the process of flirting, truth be told she was an expert at the concept being that she is a reformed spy who's objective once was to topple regimes, and who's focus lied in the art of infiltration, and manipulation. It didn't hurt that she herself was unforgettably gorgeous, walking into a room, and exuding a sort of aura that screamed power and sex. None of the targets found it in them to resist her charms, always leading to success, but funny enough the assassin never ever crossed over the lines.

Never did she sleep with a target, even when they were lower level, and conventionally hot. Her training allowed her to forgo any sort of sexual urges, the 'love is for children' mantra lived in her mind and heart rent free, but more so it just came down to a lack of interest. Being the object of their lusty intentions actually sort of disgusted her, to be seen for the lie she sold them, and never for who she really was—not that she really knew herself at the time, either way it was a massive turn off for the redhead.

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It wasn't until she came to America, with the offer of a new lease in life, that her tune began to slowly change. No longer did she allow the Red Rooms brainwashing mantra to influence her, because when she began to find her family in the Barton's she realized just how beautiful, and easy it could be. That there really might be a place for her in the world, and she craved it desperately. Finding it however wasn't an easy feat, because all the casual dates she went on ended with roaming hands, and visits to the infirmary for the many that had dared try it.

Natasha played a part in her own demise at times though, the art of flirting was engrained in her, so of course she'd use it to her benefit. Flustering the men and women of Shield, and then eventually her team of Avengers fell prey, it filled her with a childlike glee really. Causing the oh so powerful Captain America to redden like a tomato and fumble over his words always made her day, but with them it was all a game. One might say she was a tease, but she never offered them false hope, just lighthearted, flirty banter, more like an ego boost than anything.

Never would she dare date any of them, because they too stared at her like an object. Drooling over her on undercover missions, or at one of the many parties thrown by Stark. Bruce, and Steve would be obvious with their intentions as the night drug on, and she would always retire to her room early to avoid the awkward shutting down of their advances.

Being desired wasn't the problem, because at the end of the day a relationship would need to involve such a concept. For Natasha it was the lack of further interest, she saw the way Clint and Laura communicated with just a glance, or how they'd cuddled up after a long time apart over the Hollywood image of steamy reunions. Intimacy on all levels is what she'd craved, and she was rather disappointed to have never known it. Especially as she was approaching thirty, and was still by all accounts a virgin.

No one could tell by looking at her, but at heart she was a hopeless romantic, and no one would ever believe her if they knew she'd yet to even be kissed. She was an expert at many things, avoidance being one of those, because even with her need to draw targets in, she'd avoided their advances, playing coy with a purposeful cheek landing; securing her lips untouched.

As the time flew by she had thought maybe she was wrong, that maybe she was destined to be alone forever, so much so that she'd even found comfort in her solitude, but that ache still laid deep within her, and a part of her never gave into the doubt. Much to her shock a beacon of hope came into her life about a year ago, as you were recruited for the team by Fury and Stark. There was something different about you from the start, an almost innocence to your stride, and more importantly to her a sense of respect.

It was crazy really, you were always polite, and never did she really find your gaze predatory. She'd caught you glancing every once in awhile, expressing clear interest in her appearance, but your eyes also spoke of something deeper. Which was only evidenced by your constant use of silly little ice breakers as you worked hard to break down the redheads steel walls. Friendship, something she'd only experienced on a surface level with her other teammates, barring Clint, was what you were going for.

Natasha was initially taken aback by your eagerness to befriend her, but after a few months of her giving you lackluster responses, it soon became easy for her to incorporate you into her everyday. Like every morning when at breakfast where she learned you loved the company, but also required the quietude. She'd watch as you downed two mugs of cocoa before even uttering a word, then she would happily listen to your rambles while biting into whatever nutritious meal you'd have made.

Movie nights were spent sharing a couch, a bowl of popcorn sat perfectly in the middle, and she'd always make sure to reach for it whenever you did, sending you a shy smile as your hand's fumbled over one another. Simple touches like that became an addiction for her. Every chance she had got to touch you, best believe she took it: her head on your shoulder as she "fell" asleep during the movie, a hand on your back as she "squeezed" on by, but her favorite was being pinned to the ground by you in training sessions. Even if she flustered under your gaze embarrassingly fast, she'd always run off to her room after with impure thoughts to guide the inexperienced hands pleasuring her.

She was a virgin, not a prude.

Her metaphorical walls that were meant to be sturdy like steel, were instead more akin to the crumbling Great Barrier Reef of today's world.

Letting you in being easy did shock her, but what really threw her off was the loss of game. Everything Natasha knew about flirting went out the window with you around. Signature smirks were traded in for dopey lovesick smiles, and that natural flow of teasing words of hers was replaced with an inability to speak. All it took for you to change Natasha's life was six months, she was putty in your unknowing hands. You'd actually rendered her speechless on more than one occasion, with just a glance from across the room her conversations would come to a halt, just so she could gawk at you.

Kind of like now., "Natasha, you are, as the American kids would say: 'Down bad.'," the blonde mumbles to her sister, who was nearly drooling as you exited the gym in a sports bra, and pair of basketball shorts., "Ask her out.," Clint adds from her side, and she turns to face them in bewilderment., "Are you two crazy?"

Yelena smirks as she notices you doing the same, it was clear to her you were onto Nat, but she definitely didn't expect you to boldly make your way over., "Hey guys, what's going on?," you casually greeted the threesome, and the pair behind Natasha who'd immediately turned to face you share a mischievous look., "Oh my, Clint Barton, would you look at the time."

Clint genuinely looks to his watch, then clarity washes over him., "We have a meeting with Fury in less than ten, we better get going, will you keep an eye on Nat for us?," you watch as the redheads brow twitches but her shy smile remains., "She's a bit of a troublemaker if left unsupervised.," the archer teases further, but he leaves it at that, knowing better than to test his luck any further as the pair slip on out.

"Don't I know it.," you playfully shout at their nearly departed forms, but you looked directly at the gorgeous woman before you, who only furthers her adorableness as she pouts., "I'm not a troublemaker.," she brushed passed you feigning offense, but really she was just getting rather hot under your intense gaze, so she went straight to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water., "Yeah, then who hacked into Tony's suit, and made him fly backwards for a whole hour?"

Natasha's head falls as she tries to hide her blush of embarrassment at being caught, something she could normally do easily, just never around you. It was as if you were like her own walking, breathing lie detector., "Not I.," she cursed herself as her voice had cracked. That being your fault too since you suddenly had a hand on her hip, it was innocent as you'd been using her for leverage to reach the mugs directly above her, but her thoughts were anything but as your cleavage landed in her direct eye line., "Well then I guess it'll remain the greatest mystery of our generation."

Natasha giggled, actually physically giggled, and her entire body froze at the foreign sound. Never in her life had she expressed humor so softly before, her cheeks flushed at the notion that you'd softened her this much already., "Cocoa?," she was pulled from her moment of silly panic by your voice, the offer of a warm mug of cocoa accompanied by your smile more than enough to settle her current reservations.

After her nod in approval you began to collect all your ingredients, puzzling the woman as she'd never seen cocoa made this way before. In a pan you'd scooped in your cocoa powder, followed by a pinch of salt, then whisked in your pre-boiling water. After it simmered for a few minutes, you added in your milk of choice, then removed it from the heat where you added a splash of vanilla and mixed it all up., "That's different.," you caught her curious gaze, then chuckled as she realized she spoke aloud., "Promise it's so much better too.," a blush rushed to her cheeks as you winked at her before returning to the task at hand.

Once you deemed it ready for the mugs, you divided it up evenly, then to bring the drink over the top you added in a dash of half and half to elevate the drink's texture. Just when she thought you were done you'd began to scavenge for even more ingredients, such as tiny marshmallows that you dropped into the steaming mugs., "Cream?," she nodded again as you shook the can before her face, then she gasped as you squirt it onto her nose., "Y/N!"

All you could do was cackle at the sight of her, the dollop of cream nearly melting off her nose as you scooped it off with your finger then the redheads brain short circuited as you plopped it into your mouth in an unbothered manner. The opposite of how she now stood, hot and bothered, as your satisfied moans filled the space, being followed up by the loud spray of the can as you overfilled the mugs with the creamy perfection., "Here you go Natty."

The woman took her mug, albeit shakily as she pondered how something so simple in nature could make her feel this way. Then she quickly remembers that most days all it takes is a smile from you for her knees to nearly buckle. She is grateful in this moment as you're so into the drink that you'd missed her intense staring. Well, she assumed you did, but you were just simply forgoing a teasing smile as you were invested in the creamy cocoa.

"Jesus Y/L/N, drink anymore of that powdered shit and I'm sure you'll be sponsored in no time.," Stark's teasing voice breaks the happy bubble between you and the assassin, and just as you were about to taunt him back as the both of you were known for doing Natasha speaks instead., "Yeah, as I'm sure will be the case for you and the Viagra I saw in your lab.," she casually mused while sipping down the warm beverage., "Can you imagine it? Iron Man and his Iron Rod of a success story?"

Tony left the kitchen in a dramatic huff, and as soon as he was out of earshot you were cackling maniacally. The call out was so uncalled for, but a small smattering of pride filled your chest as you realize she was clearly defending you. You'd always heard about Natasha's cold ways, but you thought them to be a fable since she'd only ever graced you with perceivable softness. This only furthers your surmounting belief that she's as smitten with you as you are her, and this shared moment with her leaves you feeling rather emboldened to test out your theory.

"What?," Natasha questions in a hushed tone, the way you're suddenly staring at her so softly, but almost teasingly leaves her skin crawling., "You're adorable Natty, did you know that?," her face instantly flushed, and you smirked., "Coming to my defense like that; it's sweet."

Natasha was stumped for a response, she'd been called many things before, but adorable and sweet didn't come close., "It makes me think my suspicions about you are right.," she gulped before finding her squeaky voice., "What suspicions?," you settled both of your mugs down, then gently grabbed her hands., "That you're into me.," she was about to protest, her heart hammering in her chest at being caught, and potentially tossed aside., "Like in the exact same way that I'm into you."

"So, if I'm right here, I'd hope you'd willingly accompany me to dinner tonight.," the hope twinkling in your eyes was promising, and it about nearly knocked the redhead off her feet., "Y-Yes, I would love to accompany you.," she stuttered, something she'd never done before in her life, but she was far too excited to care., "Meet me out front at 5pm sharp, it's a date.," you left with a soft kiss to her cheek, smirking rather victoriously as you left the kitchen.

"A date.," Natasha repeated your words, her hand reaching up to graze over her warmed cheek like a giddy school girl, she sighed dreamily just before she was rushing out of the kitchen in a panic... What would she wear, among other things flashing in her mind.

Yelena and Clint beamed at their triumph, and hugged in a moment of blinding excitement., "If you ever tell anyone about this, I will end you Clinton Barton.," the elder man nodded, then the meddling duo quickly dispersed.

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Natasha's shaky hands brushed out the front of her dress that didn't even reach her knees. It'd taken her an hour alone to pick out the outfit, but once she found the little red number in the back of her closet she was instantly relieved. There was no way you wouldn't find her to be undeniably ravishing in it, and that's exactly what she wants from tonight. To entice you, leave you on the edge of your seat, and unable to picture a life outside of one with her, and if she were being honest, she wants to be railed.

Nerves clearly overran her decision making tonight, because any common fool could see you didn't need the assistance in falling for her. Natasha wasn't much of a common though, never before you had she ever been considered one, but there's a first time for everything... Natasha spritzed herself with a classic cologne, a delicious scent of spiced vanilla covered her, she slipped into a pair of black stilettos, then she sighed before she made her way down to you with only about ten minutes to spare.

When you heard her approaching from behind you couldn't help but to smile, but you kept your cool while facing away, waiting for her lithe fingers to tap you on your shoulders. Natasha was nervous when she saw the furrow in your brow, a stark contrast to the previous smile., "Natty, aren't you cold?," her heart melted at your concern, but she brushed it off with a soft giggle., "I'm actually burning up."

It wasn't far from the truth either, seeing you in your suit had her mouth running dry., "Are those for me?," she deflected from her outfit, and moved onto the black and red roses in your hand with a giant smile on her face., "Yes.," you nodded nervously, she excitedly pulled the bouquet up to her nose to breathe in the aroma, and while she did you moved to remove your jacket, and put it over her shoulders.

Cutting her rebuttal off with the knowledge that she'd literally just shivered you then guided her over to your Jeep, helping her in, and buckling her in for extra precaution. Natasha was working on calming her nerves as you slowly rounded your car, not only were you not ogling her like she's used to, but you're also caring for her in ways she'd never experienced. It was so foreign to her, part of her worried you might not be as into her as you initially let on, but the sight of you smiling at her as you entered the car reminded her that the unknown isn't all bad, especially not when you're the one steering the ship, and are kind enough to hold her fidgeting hand as you do it.

The restaurant you took her to was beautiful, a little Italian joint on the corner of the street. There was a homey feeling to it that she wasn't used to, but it was comforting to say the least. Most people who took her out on dates were trying to impress her with flashy joints in the elite areas of the city, but she didn't need that; money and power wasn't the way to her heart. It was moments like this, spent beneath dim lights that hardly showcased the menu, with a goofball that covered her eyes and read the contents to her by heart that managed to do so.

Granted, you'd already had her heart before the dinner, but this hilarious display just assured her that you definitely were meant to have it. Natasha ordered the shrimp scampi after you raved on about it for ages, then she quirked a brow as you yourself ordered the five cheese raviolis., "What? This way I can have a bite of your delicacy, and enjoy my cheesy goodness.," Natasha snorted., "Oh? Who says I'm sharing?"

She did in fact share with you too, because as soon as you pulled out the puppy dog eyes she found she wasn't exactly capable of saying no. It wasn't unfair though, as you reached across the table with your fork held out., "Shit, Y/N, why have you been keeping this place a secret? All of this food is delicious.," she exclaimed over the bite of ravioli, and you beamed at her words., "Had to keep it at the ready for a date with a pretty girl.," her face fell slightly, clearly missing your teasing tone, but yours instantly softened at the obvious confusion on hers.

"Natasha.," she hummed while giving you her attention., "You're the pretty girl.," the woman immediately smiled shyly at the way you spoke of her in such ways, she's more used to being called hot or sexy by desperate people, she's truly never heard something as delicate before. Internally she felt embarrassment filling her at her cluelessness—of course you meant her, her self deprecating mind quieted down though when your hand settled over hers on the table., "Eat up beautiful, I can't wait for the cannolis."

Natasha loved everything about you really, but this childlike excitement of yours has to be one of the most endearing qualities you carry. Her eyes were amused, watching your lips move at record speed as you giddily ordered the sweet. When you turned back to face her she smiled warmly, her heart absolutely full as you subtly linked your hand with hers and urged her to talk. It's the best feeling in the world to be at the center of your attention, and have your eyes meet hers as she spoke about genuine interests.

With you she's able to just be, there's no pressure to uphold conversations filled with small talk, or to flaunt off her assets to keep your attention. She realized as you spoke to her so animatedly about the modifications you were making to her guns that she'd always just had it, no matter if she was in her pajamas or a revealing dress, and that truly settled all of her remaining doubts about you becoming hers.

As you escorted her back out into the cold New York night she instantly shivered, using the moment as an excuse to push back into you as you guided her to your vehicle., "Here, warm the car up, I'm sure I have warmer clothes for you in the back, you're going to need them.," she didn't question you, but she was curious to know what else you had planned for the night.

After slipping into your backseat she slipped out of her dress as you kindly waited outside in the cold, she was grinning as she slipped your sweat suit on, and she shamelessly snuggled into it with a sigh as your scent encased her., "Wow, you look so beautiful in my clothes.," Natasha's eyes caught the way yours darkened momentarily before returning to their normal shade, and she shuffled a bit as the sight of you in your lusty state put her into one of her own, or more so it just spurred on the one that's been steadily building within her all day long., "Th-thank you.," you winked., "No, thank you."

Natasha giggled, and your heart fluttered at the infectious sound., "Shall we go?," she pursed her lips playfully., "Depends, where to?," you rolled your eyes while helping her into the passengers seat., "You'll see in due time."

Natasha was about to question your next move, but then she was too busy DJing, as you gave her your phone in an obvious attempt to distract her, it clearly worked, and you smiled in amusement as she sang without fear beside you., "The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand.," you noted her passion, and her shockingly good vocals, and decided it best that she always control the aux cord so you'd forever be blessed with her hidden talent.

"TSwizzle fan are we?," you teased as you put the car in park and turned to look at her., "That's a silly question, of course I am, and if you're not you might as well take me home.," she huffed, but you could see she was joking., "Oh?," you went to reach for the keys, but she quickly stopped you., "Calm yourself honey, I was only removing them from the ignition."

"Red's really her best album.," you suddenly proclaimed and the redhead gasped in offense while accepting your help out of your car., "Absolutely not! It's a masterpiece sure, but let's not act like Folklore isn't right there.," you chuckled lightly., "Natasha, are you okay?!," she gasped and slapped your shoulder, causing you to chuckle even harder., "Am I okay? Are you?! I bet All Too Well is your favorite track."

A shrug was all Natasha needed to know she was right, her smug smile telling you as such, but before she could rub her win in your face she was stopping in her tracks at the sight., "Holy shit, the city's beautiful when you're not stuck in it.," her honesty brought a smirk to your face., "Yeah, I love to come here when the world gets a bit too much, it's therapeutic."

Natasha internally beamed at the knowledge that you'd brought her to not one, but two of your special places, it was heartwarming that you trusted her enough to let her in like this. Then her heart nearly combusted when you wrapped your arms around her from behind, letting her settle into your warmth while the both of you stared over the bridge and at the distant twinkling of the New York City skyline.

The silence that surrounded the two of you was surprisingly comforting, her ability to hear your soft huffs along with the distant traffic and crickets chirping were more than enough for her as she was completely relaxed in your tight hold., "Natty.," she hummed, too afraid to use her voice while your breath fans across her skin., "Are you interested in sharing a dance?"

"Good, let me show you Taylor's best.," you teased the redhead while pulling back to pull out your phone, missing the way she whined at the loss of contact in your obvious excitement., "Take my hand darling, and let me woo you."

Natasha took your hand with a playful shake of her head, allowing you to pull her against you, the proximity left her speechless, and the way you looked down at her made her blush wildly. It took her by surprise when you spun your bodies around to the upbeat song, but she quickly fell in line and found herself smiling unabashedly as you sung the lyrics sillily.

"Before you, I'd only dated self-indulgent takers; who took all of their problems out on me.," the lyrics spoke too deeply to the woman's soul as she is reminded of all of the horrors that came before you., "But you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing.," she smiled though at the realization that she now had you., "I love you because you have given me no choice but to: stay, stay, stay.," and as she listened to the words leaving your lips, with her hand resting over your chest, she could feel her heart beating in sync with yours; she just hoped this intense feeling would last forever, and not be a fleeting moment in time.

The two of you eventually managed to sway your bodies all the way back to your car, you fell into the Jeep in a fit of nervous giggles as the song faded out into All Too Well. When you looked up though, noticing that Natasha was still leaning against your body, it was all too suddenly that the lightness in the air faded. Natasha stared at you so intensely as the light of the moon lit up your features, you just looked so damn beautiful, and in a moment of bravery she fell into you, planting her lips to yours; making her inexperience obvious.

When you didn't initially respond to her bold advances she felt worry consuming her entire being, did she read the moment wrong? But they were instantly quelled as you laid your hands over her hips, shifting the position and pushing her body into the car while your lips took over the momentum of the heated kiss. Natasha was grateful to be leaning into your car, because when your tongue slowly slipped into her mouth her knees nearly buckled.

Instinctively you could feel the way her hips jutted, causing you to still in your movements, and for her to whine as you pulled away entirely., "Nat, I don't want to rush things.," she desperately held onto the collar of your shirt when you tried to take a step back., "Y/N, I've waited my whole life for this moment, and I'm nothing short of sure with you, so please."

The lingering suspicion was met with her truth, and you almost felt bad with how excited it made you to know you'd be the first, and if you're fortunate, hopefully the last to have Natasha in such ways, but you were still a bit unsure., "Are you sure Natasha?," your thumb trailed over the apple of her flushed cheek, and she was quick to nod eagerly., "Use your words honey.," you smiled softly, and she melted into your hand., "I'm sure Y/N, please, take it all."

The drive back to the compound was shorter than usual, but with the use of side streets, and with your foot slammed to the gas pedal it was a blink of an eye before you and the redhead were stumbling into your bedroom. Her lip's eagerly pressed to yours, and you quick to reciprocate while guiding her body to the bed. The both of you tumbled down together, but before it got anymore heated you pulled back., "Natasha.," she tried to shush you., "I'm sure."

You shook your head with an amused smile., "Trust me baby, I know.," you reassured her with a knowing glance, the heat radiating from between her legs was enough of a telltale sign., "I'm just...," you paused, readjusting so that you could straddle her, hands cupping her cheeks as your eyes blossomed with such care., "I really like you Natasha—I want you, more than anything really, to be mine wholly.," she smirked up at you, this sudden change in your demeanor amused her, the nervousness was obvious, but she was perplexed on how you'd even ended up worried., "I'm all yours Y/N, so please, help me out here, I-I need you."

You cut her pleading off with your lips to hers, it was delicate, because as much as you wanted to tear her apart, you were far too aware of this being her first time, and you wanted to give her all the power., "More, please.," she began to shuffle uncomfortably from beneath you, so you were quick to remove both of your top layers, allowing her a bit more contact before your lips were on hers again, she whimpered into your mouth when your nipples brushed over her own, and your tongue slid into her mouth while you pressed your pelvis to hers.

Teasingly you kept a steady pace as to work her up, not that she really needed it, but slow and steady was always the best way to go when you were learning another's body., "Tell me baby, do I have permission to mark you as mine?," she moaned at the thought., "Fuck, please do.," you smirked against her lips, then you began to trail your lips down her taut jawline, taking extra care to ensure you'd find her sweet spot, and when you finally sucked her earlobe between your teeth you found yourself victorious as she gasped, and shuffled beneath your body., “Please, I-I need more detka.”

“Patience my dear, I will take such good care of you, don’t you worry.,” your lips continued to move down her body, slowly leaving behind varying degrees of markings, and pulling the most delicious whimpers from the mess of a woman as you found even more sensitive spots., “So receptive baby, just keep making those pretty noises for me, and show mommy just how good she’s making you feel.”

Natasha’s eyes widened at your given title, it made her body shiver in anticipation of when she’d get to call it out, her thighs rubbing together beneath you showed you just how affected she was., “Patience baby, spread your legs for me honey, be mommy’s good girl.,” she whined at your command, but she shocked herself really with how pliant she had become., “There you go baby, promise I’m going to take care of you, just trust me, and the process.”

Impatience fueled her, but she knew you knew what you were doing, the thought alone came with waves of jealousy, but it settled easily whenever you laid another kiss to her hot skin, or better yet left another deep mark, claiming her as yours, and in turn making you hers. Natasha immediately rose her hips off the bed when she felt the tips of your fingers push passed the hem of her-your-sweats, and you kindly held back a chuckle at her eagerness.

The sight of her bare cunt shocked you, she was not nearly as innocent as she was playing it if she wore your clothing over her bareness., “Natasha, you are such a needy little whore.,” you couldn’t hold back your thoughts, and it seemed beneficial when her arousal dripped onto the sheets and she whined, almost as if she was in immense pain with how turned on you’ve made her., “Please, mommy, it hurts.,” you chuckled tauntingly as you laid between her thighs., “My beautiful, filthy whore…”

In slow succession you began to move closer to her core, leaving more marks on her thighs, and the woman whined and gasped the whole time as you cycled between sucking and biting. It was taking everything in you not to move to just devouring her, but the love you held for the special woman kept your carnality at bay, and left you with the need to not rush things., “Baby, we’re at the point of no return, but if you need me to stop, just whisper ‘widow’.,” you held eye contact with the dizzy girl from over her glistening mound, your quirked brow telling her to speak., “I understand mommy.”

“Good girl.,” you mumbled against her thigh, then with your hands splayed over them you held them down against the bed, and slowly trailed your tongue up her slit., “Oh fuck!,” and just as you’d expected the strong muscles beneath your fingertips tensed, fighting your hold as they tried to close around your head., “Keep them open for me honey.,” your words were met with attempted obedience as she calmed down, but as soon as your lips wrapped around her clit and offered the tiniest bit of pressure you were grateful that you decided to hold them down anyways, because your mouth was unrelenting as it brought her to tears.

“Mommy, I-I.,” she whimpered, her body was in a state of unfamiliar territory, and it was up to you to ease her., “Sh, whatever you’re feeling is part of the process honey, just let go.,” Nat was stressed that you were misinformed here, the urge to pee was strong, but it wasn’t an urge she could fight as your tongue plunged deep into her, and successfully threw her into a blinding state of bliss she’d yet to experience.

Natasha was breathing harshly as you trailed your way back up her body, fingers gently circling over her hip in a gentle comfort, and your body laid atop of hers to ground her., “How are you feeling love?,” she smiled in lieu of a response, and you returned the gesture., “Are you satisfied? Or shall I continue, hm?,” her thighs rubbed together when your raspy voice hit her., “Please don’t stop, I want it all.”

“As you wish.,” you winked, then met her lips in a passionate kiss as your fingers danced over her skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps on there way to her puffy cunt, where they met no resistance, but were still as gentle as can be as only one of them surpassed her entrance., “Shit.,” you swallowed the grunt, but moved your kisses to her neck in an attempt to distract her from the unfamiliar feeling of your finger., “It’s going to sting baby, but I promise it’ll only be temporary, but do remember the safe word.”

After a few seconds you began to remove the finger before slowly reentering her, setting a slow pattern to get her used to the feeling. Natasha felt the exact moment the pain became pleasurable, and she moaned languidly against your earlobe to let you know. You moved to introduce a second finger, and were met with a pained gasp, but as you started to pump them into her at a steady pace she became a moaning mess that was only further turning you on.

Her walls clenched around your fingers with every thrust, you also noticed that when you groaned they’d flutter uncontrollably, and you found that to be extremely hot., “Fuck, baby you’re taking me so well.,” you smirked against her neck when her cunt sucked you in further., “God baby, you have such a greedy little cunt.,” she moaned, partially at your words, and even more so at the way you curled your fingers so torturously slow from within her.

“I-I think I’m close.,” you hummed while sucking on her heated skin., “Then let go for your mommy.,” you bit into her neck, and she quite literally shrieked in a mix of pain and pleasure, her back arched off the bed while her thighs trembled, and you returned your lips to hers to quiet down her unrelenting screams as your fingers lazily rode her through her high.

Once her body seemed to be calming down you removed your fingers from her, and she cried., “I want more, please.,” your eyes widened., “Fucking hell baby, you’re insatiable.,” you traced a line of her own slick over her lips, then nodded in encouragement, smiling when she took the hint, and used her tongue to clean it off as you did the same to your shining fingers., “You taste divine, like the holiest of nectars.,” she beamed at your words, then she pouted when you looked to be leaving the bed.

“I can’t give you more unless you give me a chance to collect it.,” you winked at her before entering your closet and procuring your latest science experiment with an excited smirk. A soft groan left your lips as you slipped the end of your strap into you, clenching purposely you watched as the shaft responded with a twitch., “Fuck, this is going to be everything.,” you groaned then made quick work of returning to the needy redhead laid atop of your bedsheets.

“Oh shit.,” her eyes were wide when she saw the almost human like appendage dangling from between your legs, it looked so realistic that she almost wondered if you were a sorcerer., “Think you can handle mommy’s cock baby?,” she nodded dumbly, a response that was inspired by her eager cunts pulsing., “Yes, please just give it to me already.,” after she spoke you wasted no time hovering above her, and slowly you moved your hips, getting the silicone covered in her abundant slick.

“This is going to sting love, but I’ll be gentle.,” she tensed, but when your thumb slowly began to stimulate her clit she settled into the bed., “Relax baby, it’ll be smoother if you do.,” she happily reciprocated the kiss when you laid your lips to hers, but then she accidentally bit your lip as you began to inch the strap passed her entrance., “I’m sorry mommy, I—.,” you shushed her quickly, then began to pick the momentum of the kiss up to distract her as best you could from the toys unfamiliar stretch.

Once you felt your pelvis meet hers you were in awe at the sight, seeing her taking you in so well was truly astonishing., “Baby look down.,” she lifted her head in a daze, then threw it back into the pillows after she saw the way you had filled her so well., “Are you ready,” she smiled up at you excitedly., “Fuck me hard mommy.”

Even with her encouragement you started out slow, knowing her excitement wasn’t riddled in awareness, and you were certain she was grateful for that as her nails dug into you with every shallow thrust you rewarded her with. There wasn’t going to be a long process here, with how worked up you already were, and how sensitive she was it was bound to be a short endeavor, you prolonged it as best you could, but with every clench of her walls around the strap you were hit with a vibration on your end that had you panting wildly.

“I’m going to let you in on a secret baby.,” you grunted while drilling the strap into her at a picked up pace., “Mommy’s cock is full, and she’s going to bust any second now, filling you up with her babies, and making you scream.,” Natasha’s heart ached at the notion, but her pussy also fluttered rapidly around the strap, causing you to do the same on your end as it all became too much, and with a final thrust the cum reservoir was activated, and Natasha’s body jolted up as she screamed in pleasure.

Natasha wrapped her arms around your back, and buried her face in your chest as she was overwhelmed by the feeling of you gushing inside of her, and you two fell into heap on the mattress as you were desperately trying to calm yourself down after the intense orgasm you just experienced, and Natasha could sense that you were struggling a bit so she did her best to comfort you even in her own state, and the feeling of her hand carting through your hair was enough to honestly make your heart burst.

“Such a good girl.,” you praised while laying gentle kisses across her collarbones to help further bring the both of you back down., “Making mommy so proud baby, so fucking proud.,” Natasha was a fast learner, even in her dizzy state she could feel everything you did to her, and every bit of her wanted to reciprocate., “Mommy, can I please try?,” you smiled down at her softly, then pecked her pleading lips., “You’ve been such a good girl for me, so how about I ride that pretty face of yours, hm?!,” she nodded vigorously, but then she was quick to correct herself., “Yes, please do it.”

Standing up quickly you removed the strap from within you, wincing slightly as it left you, then carefully you had moved until you were hovering above her head., “Stick your tongue out baby, and tap my thigh if you need me to get off, no pressure at all, just have fun.,” you could see her smiling, her tongue slowly wetted her lips as she stared at your dripping center, then after her moment of gawking she listened.

Natasha’s arms were instantly wrapped around your plush thighs, and her tongue was flattened as you settled atop her face, she instantly moaned when your arousal touched her tongue, and you groaned at the vibrations making her feel an overwhelming sense of pride to have been able to please you already. It’d helped the inexperienced girl that you were already sensitive, but as you began to grind against her face you realized she was simply a natural, she belonged between your thighs.

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so well, mommy’s going to cum, is that okay?,” you panted from above her as you felt yourself about to let go, but you still didn’t want to overwhelm her., “Fuck.,” you moaned when you felt her mumbling her approval, and in a moments time your movements became more erratic as you worked to prolong your high, but when you came back to yourself you quickly clambered off of her, only to find Natasha’s dopey smile to greet you as your slick drenched her face., “That was fucking epic.,” you chuckled at her innocence, then moved to lay atop of her again.

“You’re so fucking perfect Natasha.,” the smile you received made your heart flutter, and you felt the urge to kiss her deeply to reiterate the previous sentiment., “Thank you Y/N/N.,” you only kissed her deeper., “It was my pleasure.”

Natasha’s body settled atop of yours the second it hit the mattress, and your arm was quick to tug her even closer which resulted in a long, happy sigh leaving her swollen, pink lips., “Rest now love, we’ll clean you up in a bit.,” you whispered, and felt relieved when her body relaxed the rest of the way into yours.

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"I-I need to tell you something.," Nat shakily whispers, breaking the perceived peaceful silence, and you shift to sit as she'd done, your body briefly tensed with fear that she’d become regretful after all, but you grabbed her hands while smiling comfortingly anyways., "Natty, you can tell me anything. What is it that's troubling you sweetheart?,” your heart nearly broke when you saw how terrified she looked.

"In the Red Room, where I was trained, where I was raised, they have a graduation ceremony. They sterilize you. It's efficient – one less thing to worry about – the one thing that might matter more than a mission. Makes everything easier, even killing.," her voice shakes as she fidgets with your fingers, avoiding your eyes; likely full of pity, or to her fear—disgust., "Bruce isn't the only monster on the team..."

"Oh Natasha.," you coo, immediately bringing her rigid form into your lap, embracing her wholly, and rocking her as she begins to tremble., "You are not a monster!"

"What happened to you wasn't right, and all that they made you do wasn't your fault.," you stop briefly, trying to regain your composure even though all you wanted to do was cry with her., "Nothing you could say to me will change my mind. You, Natasha Romanoff, are one of a kind in the best ways possible. I've cherished every moment spent with you, and you are so much more than your body to me.," Natasha was overwhelmed with emotion as you spoke, pulling back from your chest, and slamming her lips to yours, desperately needing to feel you, and the comfort of your touch to go along with the words she always needed to hear.

After allowing her the chance to control the moment you eventually pulled back, offering her the softest smile you could muster while wiping away the tears that covered her face., "Being able to bare a child doesn't reflect your worth, but if down the line you're able to love one then I can see us going the distance.," she smiled at you so brightly that you couldn't fight the widening of your own smile., "The distance with you sounds like a dream come true Y/N."

A budding bubble of hope blanketed the both of you as you laid her down, and continued on to show her just how much you planned to love her right; to love her as she always deserved.

Natasha was overwhelmed by the warmth of your love, she smiled softly against your chest, very grateful she waited this long, because she doubts anyone else would've been as tender with her as you were., "I love you Y/N/N.," her whispered words caught you off guard, your hand having been rubbing soft circles into her exposed hip in comfort., "I love you too Natty."

Natasha, tired as she was, burrowed her face into your neck as you returned her feeling's without any doubt present in your voice. It took a lot for her to admit it, and it paid off; you mirrored her features as she smiled against your skin, before she began laying tired kisses to the bare skin in silent affection. Your hand never stopped moving comfortingly, and so it wasn't long before her kisses were replaced by soft puffs of air, and adorable little snores., "Goodnight my love, here's to our forever.," your heart skipped at the prospective future as your eyes fluttered shut; following in her lead.

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The warm sun splaying across your face in the late hours of the morning arose you from your deepest slumber. Without even opening your eyes you began to stretch out your sore body, the sounds of your bones cracking causing a knowing smile to overtake your face at the memories of the night before. Though it was quickly replaced by a deep frown when you rolled over, and realized the bed was empty.

Sitting up you took the blankets with you, preserving your modesty while you got your bearings. The bedside tables clock flashed 9:00am, and you had an idea for where your lover had ended up. Missing her led to you slipping out of the warm bed and into your ensuite, where you took a quick shower before you slowly made your way to the living room.

"Annabella, and Erin keep it down.," Natasha shushed the five year olds., "Mama's asleep., Your chest fluttered with affection at your wife's attempts to protect your slumber. Natasha might not have birthed the little redheads with the bright green eyes, but from the strikingly similar looks, down to their feisty nature, they were hers—through and through.

"Come again?," your teasing voice traveled throughout the living room, being followed up by a chorus of squeals as your daughters wasted no time rushing into your open arms., "Mama!! We missed you so much!," you pecked their little cheeks., "I missed you little gremlins so much more.," the girls giggled wildly in your hold as your fingers jabbed into their sides., "Mama, please stooooop.," Anabella whined, while Erin stuck to squirming in her protest.

Natasha watched you all from the kitchen, allowing her favorite couple of girls their moment with you before she could have hers. Her gaze was riddled with a mix of love, and impatience, because as much as she adored your mother persona, she much preferred your snuggly wife persona in the mornings., "Girls, go get cleaned up, and we can go to the park.," she clapped her hands together to emphasize her point, and the girls squirmed from your arms in a rush. Nat smirked at you in triumph, and you just rolled your eyes before opening your arms to her, and instantly exciting her.

"Yelena brought them back about an hour ago, I'm sorry we couldn't wake up together.," your wife's muffled grumbling flowed into your shirt, but you managed to catch the words, a soft chuckle leaving you at her clear contempt., "We couldn't get the forever babysitter deal?,"you gasped, humoring your apparently jilted lover., "The nerve of the girl, even after we watched Fanny for a whole three months earlier this year."

A dogs bark pulled your attention from the teasing nature, your wife stilled along with you., "Yeah, stupid Fury and his missions.," you chuckled at the fuller picture, then at the sound of nearby babbling you peaked into the kitchen to see your son sat in his high chair beating his cup into the sensory play mat on the tray., "Well that's one way to experiment with it buddy.," then as if the world didn't want to give Natasha a break, a loud noise erupted.

Natasha was reluctant to pull away from you, but she heard the booming noise upstairs, so after she groaned exaggeratedly into your chest she did so, pouting up at you until you got the hint. A hum of contentment left her as your lips pressed to hers so tenderly., "There's hot cakes on the counter for you, eat up hot stuff.," you snorted as you pulled away from the kiss, then you watched as her smirking form left to handle the chaotic girls, and you moved into the kitchen to eat, while cuddling with your smallest man., "Mommy's a silly goose. Isn't she Rico?," he babbled incoherently in your hold, but you could almost swear he said 'yeah'

Natasha met you in the car with the deviants, their somber expressions feigning remorse, but the mischief stirring around their eyes told you they weren't sorry in the slightest. As your wife joined you up front you looked to her, but the tight smile told you not to even ask, so you didn't. Her hand soon found yours, softly settling over it as it rested atop the gear shift, she'd been squeezing it in random successions of three as you drove, making you smile, and after a few times you'd flipped your hand over to link with hers., "I love you too.," conveyed in the simplest of gestures, your wife smiled over at you warmly, and thanked the heavens above that she let you in all those years ago.

She finally found her place in this world with the help of your unwavering love, and started this beautiful family. All of her dreams having come to fruition—well almost all of them., "Detka?," you hummed as you carefully pulled into the parking lot of the three story park., "Can we get a cat?," you snorted at the randomness, pulling your connected hands up to your lips to deposit a sweet kiss shortly after., "Whatever you want my love, you get.," truth be told you'd give Natasha anything she asked for, because no one in the world was more deserving in your eyes., "How about another baby then? Help to even us out."

Well, almost everything...

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Demons Are Angels When It Comes To Love

Summary: Natasha loves a demon. And she definitely shows it.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Demon!Reader, Wanda and Pietro and Tony x Reader (besties), Carol x Brunnhilde (lovers <3).

Warnings: Demon stuff, Rhodey being an asshole, Tony not being an asshole (that’s a first), protective twins. Body image issues, shapeshifting causing mental harm, blood, injuries.

A/N: I don’t know why I wrote with Demon!Reader. Just kinda came to me since I’ve been doing my Nat series. Enjoy.

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The world knows about aliens, androids and wizards, a few of them on the Avengers mighty team that stretched across galaxies. But the creator, Nicholas Joseph Fury, kept a small secret from them all.

Demons and angels walked amongst them.

He had found you when you’d gotten high off of a drugged mortal, who eventually overdosed six hours later. You were in a holding cell and it wasn’t your first time, but your powers were out of whack because of the mix of heroin, cocaine, MDMA and alcohol. He took you home after paying the fine for being drunk and disorderly, but luckily the blood wasn’t questioned since it was Halloween.

Nobody really questioned your appearance, it wasn’t unlikely given what they’d previously dealt with, but the whole demon side was new. They’d seen horns, wings and a tail before - yours were very much what they’d pictured in ‘cartoons’ and in biblical manners.

But then… Then you met Natasha.

Natasha was the best thing you’d come across in your entire life. Her soul was pure, even if she thought her actions and past made her darker than your own soul. Then you explained to her one night that you didn’t have a soul, which made her giggle.

You made sure you heard that sound everyday you could, and so far in your one and a half month relationship, you had. She would come around to your place almost every day, and on the days she couldn’t, you’d send her funny texts and she promised to use the voice messages to calm you down.

Natasha’s friends, however…

Being a demon came with pros and cons. Pros - shapeshifting, magic, immortality, general superpowers like invulnerability and super senses and reflexes. Cons - Hard-core Christians, old people, immortality. Most young people saw the pros and often asked for a demonstration, whilst older people threw crosses or swore at you.

You really didn’t want that to happen when you moved into the compound.

It was an order given by Fury, who demanded you be transferred from a regular SHIELD agent to the Avengers, and Tony was very pleased to have you. He admired your ability to consume alcohol with no or little effect, your intelligence gifted by time, your powers that he could test his machines on with your consent, and he loved your personality and relationship with Natasha.

He never thought the Triple Impostor could learn to love. But, if it had to be anyone, it would probably be a demon.

Sitting in his lab, you watched him fiddle with something in his suit’s knee before a knock came to the door. You smiled widely, giving the redhead a flash of your fangs, before she leapt into your arms and you easily caught her.

“Hey, sweetness.” You kissed her softly, holding her jaw and some of her neck.

“Hi.” She gleamed up at you.

“How was your mission?” You asked, seating her on your lap whilst your tail curled around her waist.

“It was good. We got two more Widows free, and Yelena’s gone to make more vials.” She murmured as she leaned into you, her hand coming up your shirt to tickle against your back.

“Come on, then. Let’s go and get you showered.”

You stood, your tail keeping her by your hip, and you patted Tony on the back. “See ya, Stark.”

“Don’t forget about the party tonight! I need my demon girl there for drunk poker!” He called out as you left.

You helped Natasha shower, washing her hair for her whilst she just leaned against you, and you thanked her when she washed your bat-like wings. You wrapped her up in your fuzzy towel, taking the rougher one instead, and helped her get dressed before laying her down in bed.

“Tasha, I have to do some work for Fury, so you should have a nap and when you wake up, I’ll be done.” You kissed her forehead, but she grabbed onto your wrist.

“But we always cuddle after a mission.” She whined.

She watched your eyes change from their dark auburn to their acidic yellow, looking over her. She stayed still and watched them change back, grinning when you sighed. “Come on, then.”

You sank into your chair and opened up the files needed finishing, waiting for her to sit down on your lap. She nestled into you, kissing you gently as she admired your features.

“Are you excited for the party tonight?” She queried, braiding a small section of your hair.

“I sure am. Haven’t seen Wanda and Pietro for ages. I missed my speedy buddy.”

“What about me?” She smirked, and you snickered into a kiss on her temple.

“I always miss you. If I was allowed, I’d come and visit you.”

She grinned, proud of herself, but you saw in the reflection of the screen that she was getting sleepy. You warmed yourself up and exchanged her shirt with one of your own via summoning, leaving the buttons undone but her bra covered her boobs to stop tempting you.

“Sleep well, my sweet.” You kissed her head softly before dulling the sounds around you, giving her as much peace as she needed.

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When she woke in her bed, you greeted her by a surprise teleportation on top of her. She grinned sleepily at you and you gently sank on top of her, peppering her cheeks with little kisses. “Good evening, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Have you come to wake me from my slumber, Princess Y/N?” She gently kissed your lips, tasting a bit of cinnamon.

“Doughnuts, my human.” You answered her thought and she quickly rolled on top of you.

“What time is it?” She plopped down on top of you but you didn’t get winded.

“6. Party starts at 7.”

She nuzzled her head into your neck and kissed your skin. “I don’t wanna go.” Her groan was muffled, but you caught it.

“I know, sugar. But we do need to make at least an hour’s appearance.” You gently ran your nails up and down her back.

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fall back asleep and we’re gonna be late.”

“I can get us ready in a flash, my darling.” You chuckled.

The hour passed quickly before Natasha and you made your appearance outside in the courtyard, your suit matching her dark velvet red dress. Eyes were drawn to you both, but you made no effort in your magical ability and Natasha’s arm linked in yours showed she was very much taken.

You made your rounds to whom you needed to before you spotted platinum blonde hair next to brunette, the two turning into blurs until they hugged you tightly.

“Demonica!” Pietro yelled in excitement.

“Hello, Pietro and Wanda.” You smiled at them both.

“This party is going to be so boring if you don’t do something.” He whined, the childish soul of his desperate for dopamine.

“You both look stunning.” Wanda complimented, especially on the little chains that hung from your horns and woven into your hair.

You kissed Natasha as she left, admiring how she walked with self-confidence and almost regality before Pietro sped you to the couch.

“Alright, let’s play!”

You looked at your surrounding opponents in this game of drunk poker - Carol and Brunnhilde were together, the blonde sitting on her king’s lap; Tony and Pepper, but the strawberry blonde wasn’t paying attention; Pietro and Wanda, the girl not knowing how to play; and Rhodey was your final opponent, sitting by himself on the couch to your right.

The game started off with everyone having 20 chips, divided evenly by Peter who was now talking to Happy and Fury. You won the first two rounds with a royal flush and a full house, earning yourself a total of 56 chips since everyone had bet highly.

Tony won, then Carol and Bruni (as you nicknamed her), and Pietro won a hand with Wanda’s help. Rhodey, however, was getting pissed off as he was now down to 6 chips.

“Hey, Demonica, want a drink?” Pietro asked and you nodded, thanking him for his offer before he sped away.

“Why does he call you that?” Rhodey questioned.

“Because he likes Metallica and I’m a demon.” You replied, answering Rhodey’s call of one chip.

“Wow, never would have guessed from your get-up.” He chuckled sarcastically, watching Carol/Bruni and Tony fold, Pietro having done so to get drinks.

You thanked FRIDAY for dealing the next card, your set of ace/king fairing well with the ten and nine. “I wouldn’t call it a get-up, for it is my natural shape. Our king is a kind one, and accepting of all shapes and sizes of us.”

“But you know that everyone is terrified of you, right?”

Your hand was outstretched to raise the bet, but Rhodey beat it to you and called all-in. “W-What?”

“You don’t know? Really?” He scoffed. “Wow. You really don’t understand humans.”

“How am I not understanding you?”

“Rhodey, cut it out, man.” Tony grumbled.

You turned your powers back on and sniffed Rhodey’s scent, almost gagging from the amount of alcohol in his veins. “You are intoxicated, James Rhodes. I will not be speaking to you anymore tonight.”

You guided your chips to Carol and Brunnhilde before going to the bar, finding Pietro there with Wanda and Natasha. You came to Natasha’s side and placed your hand on the small of her back, kissing her forehead gently before listening to the conversation.

“So there was this one girl in HYDRA that Wanda really liked, and dare I say even kissed… and they were so cute!” Pietro grinned at his blushing sister.

“Shut up, Pietro! I told you that in confidence!” Wanda grumbled, looking over at you.

“Oh, hey Y/N/N.”

“Hello, my favourite twins.” You smirked. “Is it okay if I steal my beautiful girlfriend from your conversation?”

“Of course!”

You took Natasha’s hand in yours and gently guided her to the fountain outside, sitting down on a bench that faced the beautiful structure. Natasha sat next to you, still holding your hand, and sat in the silence with you.

She knew you struggled with your pure demonic side. The instincts that lay beneath the shell of an intelligent mind. The urge to drink from humans, to punish and make them serve you. She understood what it was like to want to fall back onto those instincts, and she gently kissed the back of your hand to gain your attention.

“What is it, Y/N?” She asked oh so gently, as if her very breath could knock over the tower of your emotions like they were cards.

“I am alright, Tasha. I just needed some air.” You murmured, gently taking her hand in yours to trace your nails over her hand.

Though she doubted your words, she didn’t question them.

“Thank you for loving me.” You looked at her, eyes full of love.

“I could say the same, my dear.” She cupped your cheek and kissed you softly, pulling away ever so slightly.

“I think we’ve stayed past our hour. Let’s go to bed.”

You nodded, guiding the shadows to encase you and your love.

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Natasha was right. She was always right.

Over the coming days, you were taken on less missions and nobody could enter your room. On one day that almost everybody had gone, you found yourself looking in the mirror at your reflection.

“But you know that everyone is terrified of you right?”

Really? Were you really that hideous to look at? You pushed and pulled at the soft skin of your stomach, the already red tone not showing any evidence.

*I guess I could show a little less skin… Maybe even do…* You shifted into human colours, sifting through them until you found something you felt was normal.

You looked at your horns and gently shrank them until they disappeared, doing the same with your wings and tail before shortening your nails and fangs. You did a little google search and found the selection of eye colours, picking one that sorta matched the human skin.

*Hmm. I’ll have to get Rhodey’s opinion.* You muttered, looking around for your phone.

“Who… the hell… are you?”

You lifted your head to see Natasha aiming her gun at your forehead, calling out to FRIDAY to alert the team of an intruder. You quickly raised your hands and undid your magic to reveal your eyes, realisation flickering through hers.

“Y/N/N? What…? I don’t understand.” She threw her gun down and came over to you, patting her hands and walking around you.

“Where are your wings? Your tail, your horns, your fangs?”

She looked up at you and cupped your cheeks, her thumbs brushing over your skin - skin she didn’t see as yours.

“Bring it all back. Right now.” She demanded pleadingly.

You closed your eyes and easily broke down your façade, letting her check over you once more to make sure everything was back. She hugged you tightly and sat you down on the bed, taking your hand.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I love you. I love you more than anything or anyone on every single plane of existence, and you need to know that so deeply that you will never doubt it. You need to know it in your bones. And if it takes me telling you every single day for that to happen, then so it will be.”

You stayed quiet as she studied your hand. “Who made you doubt yourself? Because I certainly know it wasn’t me, Pietro, Wanda or Tony.”

She looked at you after you didn’t answer straight away, her stare piercing through your eyes and into your soul; if you even had one. “Who was it, Y/N? First name, last name, birthday, I don’t care how much information you give me, because I will hunt them down and make them pay for hurting you.”

“Nobody can hurt me, my love.” You murmured.

“No? Then why do you wish to hide your true self? I do not love you for that other form, I love you for you.” She retorted hastily, your hands taking hers quickly.

“Okay, okay.” You kissed your hands that encompassed hers, closing your eyes as you sent the name through to her mind.

*James Rhodes.* It echoed as her vision turned red.

“Stay here.” She ordered and you did not move for the time she was gone.

How long it was, you didn’t know, but she came back with bloodied knuckles and a split lip. You instantly stood, your eyes glowing as you towered over her. “Who hurt you?”

“I fought Rhodey for being an asshole to you. And I won.” She smirked, placing a hand on your chest.

“Breathe, my demon. Relax.”

You took a deep breath and pushed down the instincts, most of which listened to her command. You then opened your eyes, taking another deep breath before you kissed her knuckles. “Come on.”

You took her to the bathroom and gently cleaned her hands, doing a little bit of magic so that they’d heal faster. You turned her around and kissed her deeply, holding her by her waist so that she wouldn’t fall back.

“Thank you, my love.”

FRIDAY’s call for dinner had both of you wide-eyed, with Natasha leading you by the arm around your waist.

“Where is your tail?” She asked.

“Right here, Tasha.” You gently wrapped it around her forearm and watched her visibly relax, realising something.

Your form was what kept Natasha calm. The familiarity of it. Natasha needed you to be her demon to keep herself controlled. Unfamiliarity brought out the Widow hiding in the crevices of Natasha’s bones, and you knew she could do some damage.

As you entered the kitchen, you could feel the tension in the air. Well, actually, it was just your skin tightening from body language, but that’s the same thing.

“Where’s Rhodes?” Steve asked as he walked in with Bucky, the man giving you a pat on the shoulder with his metal arm before serving himself dinner.

“Medical wing.” Tony replied.

“Why?!”

“Natasha beat him to a pulp. He had to resort to his War Machine hand to hurt her.”

He looked over at Natasha and she glared at him. “Have something to say about it?”

“What did he do?” He asked instead.

“Insulted Y/N’s demon biology.” She shrugged, standing in front of you even as your tail stayed on her forearm.

“He did what?” The twins growled, Wanda’s eyes glowing and Pietro’s fists blurring in place.

“Good job, Romanoff.” Tony saluted her, dishing himself some dinner too.

“Wait. You’re all just going to agree with this?” You asked.

“Of course. You are a part of the team. You live here, which is a step up from Rhodey in the friendship circle. You are our friend, and we love having you around.”

“FRIDAY, what is Rhodey’s assessment of injuries?” Bucky asked the AI.

“One punctured lung caused by five broken ribs, another two on the other side, snapped tibia, humerus and radius, dislocated shoulder, black eye and broken cheekbone.” She reported.

Everybody turned to Natasha, watching her curl your tail around her waist whilst wrapping your wing around her body. “My demon. Nobody hurts her without repercussions.”

The group laughed at her antics before sitting down for the movie, Natasha’s hand in yours as she took you over once she served your dinner. She fed you the dinner, making sure to give herself some too in case you scolded her, before snuggling up to you halfway through the movie.

“I love you, my demon.” She whispered against your collarbone, kissing it after.

“I love you, my human.” You replied, keeping her warm as she fell asleep.

You gladly fell asleep with her.

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screechcat · 8 months ago

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OMFG, there is no way in hell I haven't reposted this before!! Honest to a goddess, this series is so sweet but angsty, too. Like, there are moments I've thrown my gave into my pillow out of frustration.

Number Neighbors Series Masterlist

~Ongoing Slowburn~

Natasha Romanoff x fem! Reader

Back to Masterlist?

Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

Teaser 1 Teaser 2 Teaser 3

Note!: This story does not follow the original MCU timeline!!

(we know Nat would never just text a random number without a full blown investigation but for one beautiful moment let’s pretend she doesn’t do that for a while okay?)

-Story-

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Part 22

Part 23

Part 24

Part 25

Part 26

Part 27

Part 28

….

-Series One-Shots-

N/A

-Texts with Nat-

1.breakfast preference

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melancholymaz · 4 years ago

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Enceinte (3)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Now at 16 weeks in your pregnancy, The avengers have been taking the Uncle and Aunty role with pride, With your nursery being built and painted. But it’s game night and what better way to do that than have the avengers have a sleepover?

Warnings: Sad!Nat turns into Soft!Nat and couldn’t help but end it in domestic!Avengers. Swearing and Bucky and Steve cheating at Uno. Also talks of parents disowning their child.

Y/S/P = Your sexual preference

A/N: Here’s part 3! I am so deeply sorry it’s taken this long! Enjoy!

Deciding to live in the compound while pregnant has been both a blessing and a curse. Unfortunately with your parents having disowned you when you came out as Y/S/P, you didn’t have very many people to tell, besides a few friends and cousins, To which they were ecstatic.

The positives are that Nat doesn’t miss a thing as her and the team have decided to only go on missions unless necessary. So now they can be there for milestones or help if you ever need it. Even Carol has decided to stay until her niece or nephew is born. You and Natasha have both been reading pregnancy and baby books and even Tony had the two of you sleep in a spare room temporarily as him and the team combine your room with the vacant one next door for the baby’s nursery which is now ready to decorate. In about 3 weeks you’ll be having your gender reveal, as you and Nat had agreed you were far too excited to wait to see if your baby was a boy or a girl. Despite it being your first pregnancy, Your 16 week baby bump was very much noticeable, and now you didn’t look like you ate too much the night before, like you did when your bump was first starting to grow.

You’ve been keeping as active as you could, doing mild workouts during the day to keep as fit as you can. You’ve noticed your skin has become a bit more clearer, as the ‘pregnancy glow’ makes it’s mark. Sometimes you’ll have random blood noses, which is normal as Dr Cho had to convince Nat a hundred times, but it didn’t make them any less annoying. Warm baths and back massages had become your best friend as your bump starts to grow, If your back pain is bad now you dread the pain that is to come. You’ll even become dizzy at random points during the day, and it’s handy having the avengers around to easily catch you if you start to sway.

You’ve started wearing maternity clothes, to which Nat loves. Your choice in bras have become different thanks to your ever growing breasts, and she loves finding new ways to take them off as fast as she can. The only thing she loves to pout about is the fact you’ve started sleeping on your left side, as now it’s rare she gets to see your face as you both lay in bed together. That doesn’t stop her from rubbing and talking to the baby every night though.

Finishing up in the gym for the day, you wipe your forehead to rid the sweat and take a swig from your drink bottle, taking a breather before you say goodbye to Steve and Bucky who are both training together. Making your way to Your’s and Nat’s bedroom, you pass Wanda and Carol in the hallway, who asks you how you were feeling and if you needed anything, much to your gratitude.

As you enter your room you immediately notice somethings wrong. You hear a sniffle before a soft cry, and you notice it’s coming from the nursery. A frown settles on your face as you walk in and you can’t help the feeling of your heartbreaking a little. There Nat sit’s in the middle of the empty room crying, staring up at the half finished Winnie the pooh themed wall mural Steve has started, making sure to leave a spot blank to paint the baby’s name when you and Nat have decided on one.

“Babe? What’s the matter?” You ask, slowly coming up behind her, placing your hands on her shoulders, softly peering at her face. Her puffy eyes look up at you and she gives you a small sad smile. “I thought I was the one that was supposed to be emotional.”

“I’m sorry, I just came in here to see the mural but then I couldn’t help but think how surreal all of this is. I mean I never would have thought 2 years ago that you’d be my girlfriend much less pregnant with our first child. I mean all my life I thought I’d never have kids much less a partner. I used to have nothing, and now I’ve got this job... and this, family that couldn’t love us any more.”

“It does seem a bit crazy doesn’t it.” You say softly, lightly massaging her shoulders as she lets a few more tears fall. You know the best thing right now is to just comfort her and let her have her moment.

“I am so incredibly lucky to have the team, and you, and especially our baby. Everything I’ve ever wanted right here and I don’t know how or why I deserve it.”

“To be quite honest with you my love I think we’re the lucky ones. To have someone so loving and forgiving like you is definitely rare. Beans going to have the most protective and playful mama, and I think I can speak for the team when I say there’s no one that could ever replace you. You deserve all of this, The team, the family and most importantly me and our baby.” You tell her honestly, placing her hand on your bump.

“You think so?” She asks with so much uncertainness.

“I know so.” You smile, to which she returns.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Nat replies, the soft smile on her face as she looks up at you.

“Yeah, multiple times.” You smile. “Now come on, we’re gonna go have a shower and go see the team, It’s game night.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“This game is bullshit!” Sam screams, slamming his uno cards on the table before standing up and kicking his chair. “He’s cheating!! There is no way he can win game 5 times in a row!! He just picked up 4 cards!”

“Stop being a sore loser.” A smug Bucky says, taking joy in his friends rage.

“Stand up and clean out your pockets.” You demand, also annoyed at your friend. Bucky does as you say with a smug smile on his face, pulling his pockets from his shorts and jumper, proving he didn’t cheat. When he sit’s down however, you catch something in the corner of your eye and you shake your head with scoff when Steve subtly high fives Bucky under the table. Nat must have seen it to, because she too shakes her head and speaks up.

“Steven, my lovely captain.” Natasha says albeit too sweetly.

“Yes Nat?” He replies, probably too quickly to come off as nonchalant.

“Would you like to stand up and empty your pockets too?” I finish instead, smiling at the blonde who looks at Bucky then stands and does the same, which ends in him pulling out roughly 10 cards from his sweatpants pocket.

“Are those Bucky’s Cards?” Wanda asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“...no?” Steve replies. “They’re mine?”

“Steve is that or is it not Bucky’s cards?” Carol asks this time, her face stern, which you know is making Steve slightly panic. You see Bucky staring at Steve, almost daring him to lag on him.

“Okay fine. Buck and I made a deal that I would help him win because he always loses and he’s sick of Sam and Y/N always winning.” Steve confesses ashamedly, Bucky’s eyes widening in betrayal.

“I KNEW IT!!” Sam yells. Nat just stares dumbfounded, meanwhile Tony, Rhodey and Bruce just watch things unfold shaking their head in disappointment, Wanda and Carol stand up and start packing up the Uno cards as they both know no one will want to play after this. You, however, stare at Bucky with betrayal and hurt.

“You always say you want me to win! This is discrimination against pregnant women.” You joke, to which Nat laughs behind you.

“I think he wanted you to win so the baby will be named after him.” Rhodey inputs.

“Definitely won’t be now.” You say to which Bucky frowns. “Sorry pal lost your chance.”

“What-”

“Yeah because we all know the baby’s gonna be named after me.” Tony interrupts Bucky, pouring himself a drink at the bar.

“Jokes on all of you, we’re not naming the baby after any of you.�� Nat replies, smiling matter-of-factly after nearly everyone looks at her offended. “You all suck.”

“Besides me.” Carol says, sticking her hand up.

“No definitely you.” Is Rhodey’s reply, causing Carol to throw the uno cards at him. Everyone begins to move into the common room, deciding to chill before someone picks a movie.

“Speaking of the baby, what’s the update?” Steve walks in, handing Wanda the chip bowl, who thanks him quietly.

“Well, Bean should be starting to hear sounds now hopefully, muscles are getting stronger and should be having coordinated arm and leg movement.” You explain, the team listening attentively.

“And Bean is now the size of an apple!” Natasha quickly adds.

“Seriously can’t wait to be an uncle.” Tony says, scratching his greying goatee. “How are you wanting to do the gender reveal?”

“Well so far it’s just gonna be all of us, Pete, Clint and his family, Fury, Sharon and Maria. Thor too if he’s back in time from Asgard. We’ll get Dr. Cho to put the respective colour in a big balloon and we’ll have like mini games and just have a fun time with all of us.” Nat explains. The team nods, and you can see Tony’s gears in his head rolling, probably just promoted himself the event planner.

“There is to be no one invited without our permission.” You direct to Tony, who just nods.

Just an hour later you and the team have all set up mattresses and blankets all over the common room, deciding to have a sleepover all together. Bruce and Rhodey as an exception as they believe they’re “too old” to have sleepovers. You and Nat set up on the end of all the mattresses, in case need to go toilet during the night. You’re surprised everyone agreed to do it, considering they’re the earths mightiest heroes.

As the end credits of the fourth movie rolls around, you look around to see everyone but you and Nat have fallen asleep. You move back down and start to wiggle around to find a comfortable spot, but end up failing miserably.

“You okay babe?” Nat asks, lightly rubbing your back after you groan for the third time.

“Just can’t seem to get comfortable.” You mumble back, trying to fall asleep.

“Would you like me to go get your new pregnancy pillow?” She asks laying her head on your shoulder, to which you nod softly. Nat gives you a kiss on the cheek before she stands and steps over you to go get your pillow from your shared room. When she comes back a few minutes later, she helps you position yourself and when you finally find a comfortable spot, you can’t help but sigh in relief.

“Thank you my love.” You mumble, already drifting off.

“Go to sleep Malysh, I’ll try to not keep you awake while I say goodnight to Bean.” Nat whispers, already moving down to talk to your bump. You hum in goodnight before you drift off into a deep slumber.

Malysh = Baby

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ravensinthedaylight · 2 years ago

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Filmed Before a Live Studio Audience -Wanda Maximoff x Daughter!Reader

Whatever Means Necessary Masterlist

Summery: A mother and her daughter move to the sleepy town of Westview, and they both struggle to conceal their powers form Y/N’s new friend and her parents when they come for dinner.

Requests: Open

Age: Appears 15

Notes: In Wandavision episode one I’m aware that there’s no upstairs to the house, but in this story it’s different. The only reason I’ve changed this is because I didn’t realised until I had over five parts/paragraph things written with an upstairs being part of the house and I really don’t want to rewrite those parts lol.

Wanda Maximoff hummed happily as her kitchen utensils floated gracefully around her new kitchen.

She was trying to find a place for each, wether it be plates, cups or saucers.

She was in the middle of moving a plate when her daughter walked quietly into the kitchen, letting out a small gasp as a saucer just barely missed her head thanks to her just barely dodging it.

“Woah!”

Wanda put everything down using her magic, she too looked startled. “Oh! Y/N!”

You laughed.

Wanda smiled brightly, you had laughed, she had heard you laugh. For the first time in-

Stop

Her eyes were scanning your face for any sign of an injury.

Had she seriously almost smashed a plate into your face after-

“My mother and her flying saucers!”

Laughing chorused in the background. Wanda blinked, getting back into character as quickly as she had left it.

“My daughter and her quick reflexes!”

Laughing again.

You walked over to your mother who was on the other side of the island and wrapped you arms around her briefly.

Wanda, who looked like your average 1950′s bombshell, accepted your embrace eagerly and pulled you closer.

“Quite the team we make.” You muttered into her shoulder. Wanda’s heart melted and she placed her hand on the back of your head.

You pulled back briefly, and with a quick flick of your fingers all the pieces of the broken plate came together and you levitated the object over to where Wanda had been leaving the rest of them, while you did so your Mama made her way over to the refrigerator.

“What would you say to silver dollar pancakes, crispy hash browns, bacon, eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice and black coffee?”

You smiled brightly. “I’d say sounds delicious!”

Wanda smiled widely as the metal door opened.

“And I’ll say the fridge is empty.” Her sweet-as-honey tone rang out.

Laughs.

You frowned playfully.

“What, not even orange juice?”

“Sweetheart, not even milk.”

You smiled and walked over to the sink and poured yourself a glass of water, instead. The sound of a crowds laughter filled your ears the entire time, but something was telling you to ignore it, so that’s what you did.

“Mama?” You called as you walked closer to the wall.

“Hm?”

“Is there something special about today?” You inspected the calendar on the wall closely, checking to see if there was anymore writing.

Wanda looked at you for a moment.

Of course there was, you were aliv-

Here

You were here.

With her.

As you should be.

“Everyday is special when you’re here Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Thanks, but what does the little heart on the calendar mean? It’s drawn right above todays date, Did you draw it?” You drew back and gasped. “Is it your birthday!? Mama! I’m so sorry, I forgo-”

“No, no, no, no!” She interrupted you quickly as she plced her hands on your shoulders and you heard the laughing again. “Not my birthday, sweetheart!”

“Well... it’s not my birthday... my birthday isn’t for another... huh. When is my birthday, Mama? I can’t seem to re-”

“Do you not remember what today is?”

You looked at her, puzzled. But quickly decided differently. “Oh yes!” You lied. “Now I do, don’t tell me you have forgotten, Mama?”

Wanda’s grin faltered. “Sweetheart, how could I have been the one to forget if I had been the one to write it up?” She lied just as easily as you had.

Now you felt bad, but you were determined to find out what reason the day had for being special.

Wanda felt bad too, but she was just as determined. Perhaps it was something in the genes.

“Well then tell me what’s so important about todays date.” You responded.

“I thought you already knew.”

“I’m simply just making sure you know.”

Your Mama halted for a second.

“I think you’ve forgotten it.” You accused, matter-of-factly.

“Me? Heavens no! I’ve been... so looking forward to it!”

“So have I!” You exclaimed. “Today we are celebrating...”

Wanda came closer, hoping you’d finish. “You bet we are... it’s the first time we have celebrated...”

"Hmmm."

“... this occasion before.”

You nodded. “So it’s a special day!”

“Perhaps evening.” Wanda added.

"Yup.”

“It’s not a Birthday, it’s not Valentine’s day, is it Valentine’s day? I mean no it’s not Valentines day.”

Laughing,

“I mean it’s not like either of us would actually have anyone to celebrate it with.” You remarked.

Laughing, but louder this time.

“Y/N.” Your mother pouted playfully.

You settled down, deciding to drop the topic of the small heart. Surely it wasn’t too big a deal if you had forgotten what it was about.

“I’m off for a walk!” You announced, summoning your coat. “You can tag along if you’d like?”

Wanda smiled.

Although she contemplated not letting you go. She contemplated making you stare right there with her.

She was glad that you were already beginning to get to know your new surroundings.

“I would love to, my darling, I really would, but I really must get these pesky boxes unpacked.” Wanda apologised. “They won’t unpack themselves!”

Laughing. You looked at her strangely as you went over to embrace her once more before setting off.

She loved it. It had been so long, she missed your hugs, she wondered if you had missed her those five years as she had missed you those five months. Although that was impossible.

She stroked your cheek, although this time it was soft, healthy and there was colour.

This time when she stroked your cheek you were alive.

“Have fun, be back within half an hour and don’t wander too far.”

She didn’t want you to go, she had never wanted you to go.

She wanted to call after you, but you were already half way out the door calling your goodbyes to her.

The backdoor shut with a click.

“Now time for these boxes.” Your mother said to herself.

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“Miss Maximoff!”

You swung around at your name being called.

You were currently in town, taking in the new scenery and your new home.

The voice struck you as a familiar one, you were sure you had heard it before. But you didn’t know where from.

You saw a girl who was around your age with black locks that were curled upwards slightly wearing a white blouse and a purple skirt. She was making her way over to you.

Something in the back of your mind was screaming at you to run to her.

“Hi!” She grinned.

“Hi.” You replied back, almost unsurely.

“Oh, Gracious me! You don’t know who I am, do you? Silly me, allow me to introduce myself!” She extended her hand. “My name’s Kate. Kate Hart.”

“Kate...” you trailed off. Kate sounded correct somehow, but another second name was on the tip of your tongue, as soon as you tried to think of it your mind went blank.

You took her hand. “I’m Y/N Maximoff!”

“I know!” She smiled. “Wait, that sounded creepy, Sorry.”

“It’s ok, don’t worry. But how do you know my name exactly?”

“Oh, well me and my grandparents are your neighbours to the left. Arthur and Debra Hart, I moved in with them just recently, wait! I keep getting off topic.” Kate as she rambled on. You thought it was really cute. “I just wanted to say I’m super excited for tonight because there’s barely not anyone else in this town who’s my age so-”

“Forgive me for the interruption, but what’s tonight?”

“Ohhhhh your Mom didn’t tell you yet, but that’s cool I get it, your mom invited me and my grandparents for dinner at your house tonight!”

The heart on the calendar... heart... Hart!!! That’s what tonight was!!!

“Ohhhhhh yeah I think I remember her mentioning it.” You lied, you didn’t want to offend Kate, she was clearly excited and trying to be nice, and plus upsetting her even in the smallest way seemed like the worst thing imaginable to you.

You were always a nice girl, at least that’s what the voices in your head told you, you would never have wanted to upset anyone anyway. But somehow this thing with this girl was different.

Kate grinned. “Well, ok, cool.” She looked down at her shoes, a slight hint of red forming on her cheeks. “I’ll see you then! Do you guys need any help or-”

“No thank you, I promise we have everything under control.” You smiled.

Kate seemed nervous that she didn’t know how to keep the conversation going so you decided to put her out of her misery.

“I best get home, my mom wants me home soon, but I really enjoyed speaking with you, Kate.”

Kate smiled. She really was just a ray of sunshine.

“Ok! Have a safe walk back! And I’m super excited for tonight by the way.”

“Me too.” You smiled.

There was a feeling in your stomach that you didn’t quite understand. Were those butterflies?

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Wanda had just completed unpacking when she heard a knock in the style of a little tune on her front door.

She thought that maybe it was you who was home.

For that reason she walked quickly to the front door and pulled the knob.

She hid her disappointment well when she was greeted by the sight of a woman she had never once seen before in her life holding a flower vase in her arms.

“Oh! Hello there, dear, I’m Agnes, your neighbour to the right, my right not yours!”

Laughs.

“Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block, my mother in-law was in town so I wasn’t.”

Laughs again.

Wanda laughed as she accepted the vase gratefully as it was handed to her.

“So what’s your name, where are you from, and most importantly how is your bridge game hon?”

There was laugher as she winked.

“Oh and I’m Agnes.”

Wanda grinned, perhaps she could make friends in this town after all.

“Wanda.” She held out her hand.

Agnes seemed to take her reply in for a quick second. “Wanda... Charmed.”

Wanda paused.

Why can’t I read you?

It didn’t take long for Agnes to notice the apparent speed of Wanda’s unpacking.

“Golly! You sure have settled in fast!” She exclaimed. “Did you use a moving company?”

Wanda set the vase down. “I sure did, those boxes don’t move themselves!”

Laughing once again.

“So what’s a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house all on your lonesome self? I don’’t see a wedding ring.” Agnes questioned as she looked around the living room.

“Oh I don’t live alone, my daughter lives her too, my Y/N. She’s gone to take a look around town at the moment.”

“Ohh? Y/N is such a beautiful name! What age is she?”

“Fifteen. Although the constant complaining of teenage mood swings doesn’t really apply to her.”

“Ah, so you’re the lucky one.” Agnus winked.

Laughing.

“Now Wanda tell me about your partner, surely a stunnin gal like yourself has someone special, considering your daughter and all!”

Wanda grimaced.

She hadn’t thought about Natasha that much yet.

There was too much excitement with you being back the move.

“My partner and I aren’t together anymore. There was just too much going on in our lives. Too much had happened and we both needed a fresh start.”

Agnes nodded. “I see...”

“It’s me and Y/N now.”

As it should be. How it always should have been. You should have never had to leave her side.

"Speaking of, she’ll be home quite shortly for a special occasion, just the two of us, a girls night if you will.”

Agnes’s face brightened. “Oh is it somebody’s birthday?”

“Not a birthday.” Wanda replied confidently.

“Well today isn’t a holiday of some sort is it?”

“No it’s not a holiday...” Wanda looked unsure.

“Perhaps her and a significant other’s anniversary?”

Wanda laughed. “If Y/N was seeing someone I’d know. So no not anniversary.”

“Well... you never know things like that could change quickly.”

Wanda almost glared at Agnes. She didn’t know wether or not she was joking, but she didn’t need thoughts like those going into her head. She had just gotten you back. She didn’t need anyone swooping in and disrupting your new lives together.

Another knock interrupted the current conversation.

This time it had to be you.

Once the door opened your welcoming and calming presence filled the room. She wanted to just pull you closer to her and cuddle for as long as you’d let her. You and your mother’s relationship had always been one of pure affection, from cuddling to forehead kisses, she settled on the latter.

“How was your walk, sweetheart?”

You ignored the stranger in the room for a brief moment so you could answer your mother.

“It was great, I’m really excited for tonight! Can we please bake cookies for it?” You grinned excitedly.

Wanda had always been overjoyed whenever you asked that question even as a child. She couldn’t refuse you now. Not after so many years of being apart

“Nothing would make me happier my darling girl, but first you should meet Agnes, our neighbour to the... Agnes?”

“To the right, my right not yours!” Agnes replied gleefully. “It’s so very nice to meet you, your Mom’s told me a bit about you.”

“Only good things I hope,” You smiled as you mother guided you to the couch. “I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Agnes, but of course your mother already told you that.”

You gave the two women a smile.

“Mama, if you don’t mind I’m going to get ready for tonight and unpack my bedroom a bit more, it was nice meeting you Agnes.” You gave your Mom a kiss on the cheek as you made your way over to the staircase. “Oh and Mama where’s the floss?”

“Top of the cabinet honey, you’ll have to climb a bit to get it. Just don’t jump down instead of climbing down again, it’s bad for the muscle and I don’t want to have to nurse an injury tonight.”

Not that she wouldn’t mind doting on you. But she still hated to see you in pain or injured. Or Dead.

“Yes, jumping like that is a dirty habit, but you already know all about that, don’t you ,Y/N?” Agnes butt in.

You halted halfway up the stairs, something inside you was telling you that what she had just said held significance.

Wanda stared at her neighbour.

“What?” She questioned, there was a slight layer of venom in her voice.

Agnes looked at her confused as you still stood at the staircase baffled as to why her words affected you like they did. You found yourself feeling your head, although you didn’t know why.

“You said it as if she had done it before, I meant no harm, Wanda. Honestly.”

Wanda collected herself, she can’t be having herself snap like that. Agnes had done nothing wrong.

“Go on Y/N, I’ll be up soon to help you unpack if you’ll let me.” She urged.

You blinked and nodded and proceeded up the stairs.

“Oh! I think I left something on the stove! So sorry for keeping you, Wanda. You enjoy the rest of your evening, ooo and those cookies!”

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You were aware of your mother’s footsteps ascending up the staircase. Her heals made it quite obvious.

“Sweet heart, you look beautiful. But why so fancy, may I ask?”

You shook your head and grinned.

“So this was a surprise from you?” You questioned giddily.

Wanda frowned. “Huh?”

“Oh you can stop pretending like you don’t know! I ran into the Hart’s granddaughter, you knew how nervous I secretly was about making friends and you wanted to help! Thank you so much, Mama. I love you!”

You pulled her in for a hug, not noticing her clear confusion.

“No problem my lovely girl...” You were still hugging her, and tight.

Even after all those years she could see you still did that with people you love. It broke her heart that that hadn’t been her for so long.

She didn’t know what you were talking about. But she wished she did. She wanted to have been responsible for the joy you were feeling. She should have been responsible for the little joy you might have felt the previous five years. She was your mother. She should have been there.

The amount of overwhelming love she had for you was indescribable, tears sprung to her eyes because of that fact. She hated that you would never be able to know the true depth of how much she loved you. How much she treasured you. She couldn’t put it into words.

It broke her heart that she had missed five of your birthdays, five of your Christmas’s, five of your halloweens which had always been a special time for you both because you would both have the best duo costumes, five first days of school, your first day of high school. She had missed everyday of the past five years of your life, every one of those days was a day you would go without your Mama’s love. And where was she during all this? She was dust, most likely floating around that place in Wakanda where she had been turned into such.

“I love you so much. I would do anything for you. I would do anything just to see you smile, to hear you laugh, or even just to hear your sweet voice.” Including raising the dead, literally. “I have loved you since even before I first felt you kick. I have always loved you. You were always my girl, my baby, моја беба. Words will never be able to describe how much I treasure you, love you and will always protect you. I’m so sorry.”

Somehow the love filled moment paused for you, you pulled back slightly. “Sorry for what, Mama?”

Wanda raised her eyes to yours, a look of anguish in her eyes.

Why did you say that? Stupid Wanda!

Your brain suddenly felt all foggy, like you couldn’t remember her last few words.

You cuddled in closer, ignoring the fuzziness of your head. What you were previously going to say forgotten.

A knock from the front door interrupted you and your Mother’s special moment.

You pulled back and beamed up at her. “That must be the guests!”

Wanda looked at you as if you had two heads. “Guests?!”

Laughs.

“For the neighbours. You invited them over. You said-”

“Yes!!! Oh yes I’m aware honey!” Wanda was not aware. Wanda had only just remembered. Wanda wasn’t in the appropriate clothing. Wanda had no food in the fridge. Hence Wanda could not make a dinner. Wanda was fucked screwed.

Another knock came to the door.

“You go get the door, sweetie. Mama’s gonna go check on the... turkey.”

Your face lit up even more, even though Wanda didn’t think that was possible.

“We’re having turkey?” You grinned.

Out of all the things why turkey? She cursed herself.

She nodded quickly. “Mhm. Quickly, quickly!”

You both dashed down the stairs, although you didn’t quite understand the need for the rush. Wanda was in front of you, and the second her feet hit the living room flooring she made a dash for the kitchen.

She would remember to actually write up words next time instead of a stupid little drawing.

She had gotten to the kitchen before you had even gotten to the door.

The woman could work fast.

You opened the door with large smile, and was greeted by two others as well as a serious yet neutral looking face.

“Hi Y/N!” Kate exclaimed.

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you all.”

“Why thank you, dear.” Kate’s grandma replied, she seemed to be a gentle soul. “Lovely meeting you. My name is Debra, this is my husband Arthur, and of course you’ve already met our granddaughter Kate.”

“Is your mother home?” Arthur asked suddenly.

“Arthur! Greet the girl!”

Laughs.

“I was simply just-”

While the couple were arguing, your eyes turned to a cringing Kate. You struggled to see how the three could possibly be related.

Kate had jet black hair, while Debra had a light chestnut brown, her grandfather had a shade of black but it looked only to be coloured as such due to becoming grey thanks to old age.

Kate’s eyes were blue (authors note: they’re blue in the comics) but Mrs Hart had sage green ones while her husband had plain grey ones.

Perhaps Kate took after her other side of the family.

“Would you like to come in? My mother’s just in the kitchen preparing dinner, but she shouldn’t be too much longer.”

The three of your guests made their way through the door, Debra coming through first.

The sound of pots and pans falling down came from the kitchen, causing all four pairs of eyes from the living room to turn focus to the closed shutters and door.

Laughs.

“One moment please!”

You dashed to the kitchen door but for some reason it wouldn’t budge, the guests didn’t seem to notice yet, though.

Laughs.

“Mom?”

“Just a second sweetie, don’t open the door... I’m getting changed.”

Laughs

“You’re getting changed?” You asked in disbelief, but only so your mother could hear.

“Yep.” Wanda sounded nervous.

“Into what?”

“My... cooking wear.”

Laughs.

“Oh?”

“Mhm. Just gimmie a sec sweetheart.”

More pots panged.

Laughs.

Your three guests looked in your direction again.

“She forgot where she left the cutlery.” You laughed nervously.

Kate’s grandfather let out a gruff. While Kate just looked at you and smiled.

“Your home is beautiful!” She gushed, you smiled at her friendliness that was somehow familiar to you.

“Thank you, I love your shirt.”

Kate looked down to the button up shirt she was wearing and smiled. “Thank you! Gran tried to get me to wear a dress, but I refused, I don’t know how she got me in that skirt you saw me in this morning, but I can assure you, you won’t be seeing me in it again.”

You both laughed while Debra rolled her eyes. “I just think that you should be dressing more like a lady! You are one after all. I mean look at what Y/N’s wearing! Why can’t you dress as she does?”

You were wearing a yellow tea length dress, but you only ever wore it on special occasions.

“Yeah but-” Kate saw your momentary frown when your dress was mentioned, she saw you didn’t want to get involved. ”Gran, let’s not do this now.”

You gave Kate a smile.

Ten minutes later the Harts and you were all seated on the couch, all indulging in a boring conversation about the importance of the order of numbers or something like that that involved Mr Hart’s work.

He and Mrs Hart seemed entertained, while Kate was slumped on the couch and you had your hand supporting your head as you struggled to stay awake.

It wasn’t until the kitchen shutters flew open that you felt like your savour had finally arrived.

“Dinner is served.” She called out.

Kate and yourself nearly jumped out of your seats while the Mr and Mrs Hard got up in a calm manner.

Everyone stood and looked at the meal from the couch, poor Arthur looked confused.

“Breakfast for dinner?” He asked unsurely.

Laughs.

“It’s European.” Wanda explained. Was is? “We’re Sokovian. I put on this accent, my natural one is a Sokovian one.”

“I see...”

“Breakfast or no breakfast I say we dig in.” Kate hurried and sat down, immediately picking up her knife and fork. Everyone else followed soon after.

“Let’s have a toast.” You spoke up. Although instead of you and Kate having wine like the adults there was sparkling water. “To my wonderful mother, and our esteemed guests.”

“Cheers.” Everyone chorused as they clinked glasses.

“Now let’s eat before our dinner gets cold.” Wanda smiled.

“Breakfast, you mean.” You wittingly replied.

Laughs.

Wanda gave you a smirk.

“So, where have the both of you moved from? What brought you here? And where is your father?”

Wanda let out a laugh, although there was a nervous undertone, and you immediately looked down at your plate with furrowed eyes.

“We moved from...” Everyone looked at you, expecting you to finish your answer, but in reality you didn’t even know the answer.

“What my daughter means to say is we moved from...” Wanda looked stuck, too.

“Yes! We moved from... er... We came here because we needed a fresh start.” You didn’t even know the meaning behind your own words, the latter part of the sentence having being drilled into your brain despite never hearing anything of the sort before. Where did you live before Westview? Why did you and you Mama need a fresh start? And most importantly- “And I don’t have a father.”

But you had someone else, you knew that you did. But you didn’t know who. Why didn’t you know. You were so confused. You could see red and green splash into your view but before you could but such colours on a face your head went fuzzy. Your head was doing that a lot recently, but why?

“I think you should surely know where you moved from.” Came the voice of Arthur Hart. “Where? Hm? Dammit where?!” He slammed his hand on the table. Kate decided to intervine.

“Grandpa, calm yourse- Grandpa?”

Mr Hart was holding his hands to his throat making a gagging sound. Heavens he was choking!

"Oh Arthur stop it!” Said Mrs Hart, but Mr Hart continued his series of convulsions. “Stop it.”

Kate and You both looked at each other, eyes worried.

“Grandpa?”

“Stop it.” Mrs Hart repeated. You looked at your Mama who’s eyes were focused on Mr Hart.

“Stop it.” But this time it wasn’t said to her husband.

“Stop it.” It was said to your Mama.

You turned your attention to the two of them, not entirely sure what was going on.

“Stop it.” It sounded more eager this time, more desperate, Wanda turned her attention to the Hart woman also, while Kate was still focused on her grandfather.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it-” It continued on. You wanted it to stop too, and you also wanted her to stop saying it to your Mama.

Mr Hart fell to the floor.

“Grandpa!!” Kate gasped, leaping up to help in any way she could.

He continued to choke, and you noticed a strange pattern between Mrs Hart and Wanda.

She looked to be crying whenever Wanda looked to Arthur, but looked happy whenever Wanda’s attention was on her.

“Mama help him.” You gasped.

Wanda got to the ground and before you knew it she had a piece of bacon in her hand, effectively stopping the choking.

“How did you...” Kate started.

Mrs Hart was still smiling, acting as if nothing happened, your Mama scanned your face, trying to see how you were mentally after that.

“Well, would you look at the time.” Mr Hart mused, shocking you. The man had almost just died and he was worried about the time.

Laughs

Him and Kate stayed standing while Mrs Hart stood up.

“We better be going,”

“Are you both alright?” Your mother asked.

“We had such a lovely time.” Mrs Hart smiled.

“We should do this again!” Kate exclaimed, seeming to have already forgotten the recent events.

Mr and Mrs Hart looked at her like she was crazy.

“Thanks so much for coming.” You smiled. Kind of getting over the events yourself.

“Thanks so much for having us, and for the dinner slash breakfast, too.” Kate replied.

Laughs.

Mrs Hart took Kate’s hand and the three rushed for the door.

“Goodnight!”

And with that the door closed.

Wanda let out a sigh of relief.

“I can’t believe you forgot.” You laughed.

“Hey! I did not forget!”

“Really? You said you were getting changed, you’re in the exact same outfit you were in when you entered the kitchen, and also, really? Breakfast for dinner being a ‘European tradition’? Since when?” You laughed, she looked a bit embarrassed “Also I’m pretty sure I saw Agnes at one point sneaking in front of the house with a basket of what I assume to be food only to make a dash for the back of the house.”

Wanda laughed. “My smart girl.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Tell me, where did you get that from? Because it certainly wasn’t me.”

“It was you,” You insisted. “You know that, you’re just trying to be humble.”

Wanda smiled, pulling you down on the couch beside her to cuddle you.

“I love you Y/N, so much.” And I missed you, so much.

“I love you too, Mama.”

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midgardianweasley · 3 years ago

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She saved me.

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Summary: days where Y/N reminisced on her past weren't always pleasant, but there's one light that can give her hope in the dark.

Word count:1.3k

A/N: hi! Look at me writing a fic for the first time in months🙃 Not entirely sure how I feel about this yet, but I wanna get back into my writing, so, here's this non proofread, 3am and hopefully decent fic?? ig??

Taglist and requests are open<33

Today was one of those days. One of those days that didn't happen all too often, yet always snuck up on you unexpectedly.

You were never one to dwell on the past, if anything, you tried to avoid thinking of it altogether, not wanting to confront the feelings that usually tagged along and sent you spiralling. However, when you woke up this morning with that heaviness in your stomach and the tightness in your chest, you knew.

Today was one of those days.

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Up until three years ago, your loyalties lay with your family, which would've been completely fine if their loyalties weren't with HYDRA and their goal to essentially take over the world and everything in it, stopping at nothing to achieve this, even if it meant causing mass destruction.

Unfortunately, in your eagerness to please your parents and impress those you deemed to be above you, you found yourself among the mess, the chaos, the pain. All of the things that were wrong and you knew that deep down, no matter how many nights you stayed up trying to justify your actions.

You wanted out. You knew it would never be easy to leave, HYDRA wasn't a B&B, there was no option to pack your bags and go and leave a 'needs improvement' comment card in your dust. You had no choice. It was either stay, or be hunted down like prey and killed in a matter of days, weeks if you were lucky.

You were stuck in this never ending cycle. That was until you met a red-haired assassin on one of your missions. You were sent to kill her, and it was made clear that if you failed, there would be severe consequences for you to face when you got back.

It was a simple task compared to some. A quick job. Or so you thought.

It wasn't until you were laying on the ground in a random dark alley, your cheek feeling every stone on the ground as your wrists were caught in her grip behind you, that the overwhelming feeling of defeat washed over you. And not just because the Black Widow had kicked your ass.

"You don't want to do this." She muttered from above you, her grip on you failing to loosen at all.

"You're telling me." You mumbled, feeling that 'duh' wouldn't have been an entirely appropriate response. Though it seemed to make the woman chuckle slightly, almost unnoticeable if she wasn't quite literally sitting on your back.

"The gun you were pointing at my face a few seconds ago tells me otherwise."

"Yeah well, it was either you or me, and while life isn't my best friend, I've grown accustomed to y'know, breathing. I'd prefer to keep it that way." You spoke as best you could, considering the position you were in.

"You want out?"

"I certainly don't want in, so yes, I guess 'out' would be preferable."

After moments of silence besides the distant sirens and business of the New York streets, you suddenly felt a weight lifting off of you.

"Up." The assassin spoke, dusting herself off.

You did what she told you, your brows furrowed as you awaited an explanation.

"Come with me." She said, turning on her heels, beginning to walk away while whispering something into her earpiece.

"Wha- where are we going?" What are you doing? Look, if you're gonna kill me then-"

Cutting you off, the woman spun around, red waves following without letting a hair fall out of place, her green eyes settling on yours, this was your first time seeing her properly up close, and while she did scare you a little, you had to admit, she was beautiful. Even if she was about to kill you, it'd be a nice view.

"You wanted out, yes?"

You nodded.

"Then we'll get you out."

"But-"

"Yes?"

"How do you know you can trust me?" You stood awkwardly, suddenly feeling small under her gaze.

She faltered for a moment, glancing around, thinking to herself for a few seconds before looking back at you. She shrugged.

"You remind me of someone I knew."

"And who's this mystery person?"

There was another slight pause before she spoke again, a small smile making its way onto her face. "Someone who wanted a second chance."

No more words were spoken between the two of you at that moment, but you ended up finding out who the person was that you reminded her of.

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"Honey? Y/N?" You heard from beside you, though a part of you felt like it was coming from miles away. Nonetheless, you blinked rapidly in an attempt to snap out of your daze, trying to find something to focus on to ground yourself. And you did.

The same green eyes you remember from three years ago. The eyes that belong to the woman you've shared a bed with for the last year and a half. The only thing that made you feel at home.

"Hey, you with me?" Her hand fell onto your arm, moving up and down with gentle strokes to slowly bring you back to reality. She knew what this was, she was always able to read the signs, knowing someone else better than you know yourself was bound to give you that ability.

"Yeah, yeah I'm sorry." You mumbled, looking down at your hands that were pinching and poking at the bed covers before they were linked with another.

"It happened again, didn't it?" She asked.

You nodded in response, turning onto your side so that you could give her all of your attention rather than letting your head run wild. She gave you a gentle smile, her other hand reaching up to move some hair back behind your ear.

"There's my pretty girl."

You blushed slightly, humoured at the fact that no matter what, she was able to make you feel butterflies.

"How're you feeling?"

"I'm not sure actually. It's a mess."

"That's okay. Take your time."

Taking a deep breath, you tried to collect your thoughts, internally figuring out what was going on with you.

"I feel..lucky. but undeserving."

"Right?" She stayed quiet, giving you the opportunity to continue.

"I just- I did some horrible, horrible things. And to people who didn't deserve it. I fought for the wrong side for so long. And I know I'm not there anymore, but it's this lingering guilt that I can't fix, I can't reverse. And w-who knows what i-i would've done if you hadn't seen something in me? Who I'd..you know."

Her thumb moved from your hand to your face, wiping away tears you hadn't realised had fallen. You let out a shaky breath, trying to keep some form of composure so you didn't crumble. Not that she hadn't seen it all before.

"You didn't have a choice."

"I-"

"No, hey, listen. Okay?"

You stayed silent, letting her speak.

"you were stuck. You were raised in that place and didn't know anything else except survival. You have some blood on your hands, so do I. But think of everything you've done since, yeah? The thousands you've helped on missions, the little things you do everyday. You've been determined to better yourself since day one, that's what matters. You continue to help people, save lives. I saw that in you the first time we met. You make me so proud and I have no regrets with you." She looked at you intensely, doing everything she can to get her point across.

"you did?"

"As clear as day."

"We're both better, right?." You smiled, leaving forward to learn your forehead against hers, wanting that extra intimacy.

"Exactly. I've got you Detka."

"I love you Nat."

"Right back at you Y/N."

You both lay there as time passed by, oblivious to the world rushing around outside, simply choosing to stay under the covers with each other, limbs tangled together and enjoying the peace.

That's all today was. One of those days where the two of you ignore the world, focusing only on one another, completely entranced by the other, as sweet nothings were whispered into the room.

The green eyes, the red hair, the assassin, the woman who picked you up and continues to lift you higher. She was your home.

Natasha Romanoff loved you, protected you, and above all else,

She saved you.

Taglist: @wandaromanova @eilarch @natashaswifey @lostandsearching @pottahishotasf @d14n4ol @xxromanoffxx @007giu @marvelwomenslut @fishyandco

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checkingoutforheroes · 3 years ago

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MASTERLIST

Masterlist

Hi, there! Some of those fics might contain 18+ stuff. I wanna say thank you to whoever read, like or reblog my post. It mean so much to me. I appreciate it guys.

Also sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. English is not my first language but I’ll try to be better.

Update: 3 Sept 2023

Avengers:

You are a baby. (Avengers X teen!reader)

Jengga (Avengers game night)

Thirsty (Avengers x platonic!reader)

How it’s going? (Avengers x platonic!reader)

Cool (Nat Wanda Maria Carol x platonic!reader)

The cute one (Avengers x teen!reader)

Into the wood (Avengers x teen!reader, mama!Nat)

I’m 22! (Female!Avengers x reader)

Sleepover (Avengers x teen!reader)

Dinner ( Avengers x platonic!reader)

Now you know! (Peter, Tony, Nat, Steve x teen!reader)

Have you seen Y/n? (Avengers x teen!reader)

Look (Tony, Bucky, Steve, mama!Nat x kid!reader)

Piss off (Avengers x platonic!reader)

Fine (Clint, Natasha, Wanda x Platonic!Reader)

From Coffee to Orange Juice (Nat, Steve, Wanda + Reader)

Lost (Avengers x Reader)

Cinderella (Avengers + Yelena Belova + platonic!reader)

Ignore ( Avengers + Yelena + Kate + platonic!reader)

Pasta (Tony, Nat, Steve x reader)

Mini Series:

I’ll catch you (Avengers x platonic!reader x crushNat)

Pt. 1 Pt.2 (complete)

B.A.B.Y Protocol (Avengers!Platonic x fem!reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Natasha Romanoff:

I got your back (Nat x bff!reader)

I like your teeth (Nat x crush!reader)

It is happening (Nat x pregnatwife!reader)

I don’t have one?! (Mama!Nat x teen!reader + Tony Steve)

You’re scary (Nat x sis!reader + wife!Wanda)

Gracias (Nat x teen!reader + Tony)

That came out wrong (Tony Nat x Reader)

That’s all (Tony Nat x Reader)

Work with me will you? (Nat x gf!reader) Quoting Taylor Swift

Adoption (Mama!Nat x teen!reader + Bucky, Tony, Sam)

Mother’s Day (Mama!Nat x Teen!reader + Avengers)

Dead language (Sis!Nat x Reader + Maria, Tony, Steve) <3 *a few curse words.

Guns (Natasha x teen!reader)

Sport (Platonic!reader x Natasha x Maria)

Happy accident (Parent!WandaNat x Kid!Reader)

Dance (Natasha x wife!reader + Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D)

Hero (Denial!Natasha x Teacher!Reader + Platonic!Avengers)

Salt (Nat x gf!reader + Yelena Melina Alexi)

Natasha’s Birthday. (Lonely Nat + Russian Family + Avengers)

Text (Nat x gf!reader + Clint)

Text (Nat x wife!reader)

Same Thing (Natasha x reader)

Okay? (Natasha x reader)

Little Prank (Natasha x gf!reader)

Think (Natasha + reader + Clint + Wanda)

Puppy (Natasha + reader + Clint + Wanda)

It Hurts (Natasha x wife!reader + Yelena) *angst

Are You Mocking Me? (Natasha x reader)

Bike (Natasha x sis!reader x Yelena)

Yelena Belova / Kate Bishop:

Fix It (Yelena + Natasha)

God & Maid (Nat x wife!reader + Yelena + P.Parker + Wanda)

Hitting (Russian Family + Wife!reader)

Halloween ( Yelena + Natasha + sibling!reader)

Car (Kate Bishop + Yelena + reader)

WTF (Kate Bishop + Yelena + Natasha x wife!reader)

War 2.0 (Yelena + Kate + platonic!reader)

What Do You Want ( Yelena + platonic!reader)

Second Breakfast ( Yelena x niece!reader + Natasha + Kate Bishop)

Hap-piness ( Yelena + Kate + Nat x wife!reader + Baby Romanoff)

Ear Piercing (Yelena + sis!reader + Kate Bishop)

Do not. (Yelena x reader)

Trust (Kate x reader)

Cat (Black Widows Hawkeyes x reader)

Finish it (Yelena Kate x reader)

Skin Type (yelena kate x reader)

Halloween (kate yelena nat wanda x reader)

Idea (yelena nat x reader)

Bath Bomb (Yelena + Reader + Natasha + Wanda + Tony)

Wanda Maximoff:

What did you do? (Wanda x gf!reader x bff!Natasha)

OMG! That’s you (Wanda x gf!reader, Natasha x sis!reader)

Damn you witch (Wanda x platonic!reader + Avengers)

What?! (WandaNat x teen!reader)

Not what I imagined (platonic!reader x Wanda, Peter, Natasha)

I wish (Wanda x Bff!reader + Natasha)

Tell her (Wanda x bff!reader x Nat, Clint)

Not my girlfriend (Wanda x reader)

Marriage (Wanda + Natasha, Yelena)

Names (Wanda x wife!reader)

A Little (Wanda x reader + Natasha)

Witch (Wanda + Natasha, reader, Yelena)

Kids (Wanda + Natasha x reader + Yelena)

Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Superfriends:

The who? (Stark!reader x Lena Luthor)

Hurt (Lena Luthor x reader)

Fart 1.0 (Danvers x sis!reader)

Fart 2.0 (Danvers x sis!reader)

Planets (Supercorp)

Knock-knock (Superfriends x reader)

Disneyland (Lena Luthor b!d reader)

Text (Lena Luthor x reader)

Disneyland 2.0 (Lena Luthor x b!d reader)

Name (Supercorp x daughter!reader)

Maria Hill:

Just you and me (platonic!reader x bff!Wanda, Natasha)

Texting. (Maria x Platonic!reader)

Devil (Maria x teen!reader + Natasha)

Fly (Maria x Teen!reader + Nat, Tony)

Which one? ( Maria x Platonic!reader x sis!Natasha)

Plan (Maria Hill + Carol + Natasha + Wanda + team!reader)

Carol Danvers:

At your wedding (Carol x reader)

News (Carol x bff!reader + Natasha)

Gotta go (Carol x platonic!reader + Wanda Natasha)

Angry (Carol x gf!reader + Wanda Natasha)

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D:

Crush (nerd!reader)

Dance (Platonic!reader x Wife!Natasha)

Illyana Rasputin:

I’m not that bad (Illyana, Wanda x platonic!reader)

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moon3thereal · 3 years ago

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I’ll Do It (pt.2)

Part 1

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

Genre: idk what this is?? No smut, no fluff and no angst it's just. A fic. Just read it :)

Warnings: swearing, seduction, violence, guns, knives, blood, sexual implications, petnames (sweetheart/honey), readers pronouns are written as she/her (lmk if I've missed out anything)

a/n: the writing quality of this is just. Off for me, I came up w a fight scene and wanted to write it, hope yall enjoy tho, reblogs/likes and asks are always welcome :) P. S. My requests are open, however, don’t forget to check out my request guidelines first before sending in an ask! Thank you <3

!! Nobody is allowed to copy/translate/repost my work in any way!!

1.5k

GIF IS NOT MINE! CREDITS GO TO WHOEVER MADE IT

Ever since the three fateful words were uttered, your work life had turned a complete 360. An apartment in Capitol Hill was rented under your alias, you'd received a file on Natasha Romanoff, and your alias is a co-owner of a night club that Natasha apparently frequented.

Not surprisingly, you spent the first day swiping the S.H.I.E.L.D card relentlessly under essential expenses. Your explanation for 400 dollars spent on books was "I do have to be knowledgeable if I'm to converse and intrigue the Black Widow don't I?" They were fantasy and romance books. You were bullshitting. But in your defense, you did need some nice banter lines to charm the charmer.

You hadn't expected the fancy apartment that was way overpriced, S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't known for luxurious accommodations for their agents undercover, you thought sourly with the memory of living in a rat infested basement fresh in your mind when you were investigating a woman who was suspected for god knows what.

This whole thing was an anomaly from your usual insignificant missions. The fact that you were actually given a file with legitimate information to work with was practically unbelievable, and then the card, the apartment, Capitol Hill?? This is how S.H.I.E.L.D treated its priority employees, you realized with an internal jolt.

Several case files flooded your desk, mahogany, the kind that fancy people with fancy jobs and fancy lives own. Well according to your alias' file, you were officially a fancy but rebellious young woman who, more accurately could be described as a pretentious snob with too much money for her own good, was fresh out of college whose working on a criminology degree and living off mommy's fortune.

The irony in that backstory was amusing in the most twisted way. You glanced at the clock, 9 P.M, you wanted to be at Viper at 10. Taking one last look at the files you'd thoroughly examined because you really didn't need to get caught out on your first day on the job, you picked up a jacket and keys to your Harley, yes a custom Harley Davidson, all yours.

Fury is shamelessly buttering you up, everything on this protection assignment was unnecessary and yet you took all the advantage you could, because why ever not? S.H.I.E.LD has never given two fucks unless one of their precious super agents aka the avengers are in risk of being compromised. You took a sweeping glance at your mirror image, this was what you imagined when you joined S.H.I.E.L.D in the first place, this was what an agent with your level of skill set deserved.

When you pulled up at Viper, it was already overcrowded with party-goers, bright LED lights were obvious around the terrain, the music was blasting. It was highly plausible that Fury bought half of the shares for this place which conveniently also constructed your cover.

You took a few seconds to even out your breathing. This was the one assignment that could jeopardize your entire career. Closing your eyes, you rethought your alias, a "Marissa Stanton" posh name, posh personality, bursting with confidence. You had to be her, not act like her, not pretend you're her but be her, like how you were trained to do so.

Stepping into the club in a ridiculously exorbitant pair of red bottomed, six inch heels, you held your head up high, with the poise and dignity of an invulnerable woman who had the world at her feet, okay that was a bit of an exaggeration, no one so much as glanced at you, the whole room was filled with people who dressed, looked and spoke exactly like Marissa Stanton.

Just as you were told, a gorgeous redhead was sitting at the bar with an entire bottle of vodka in her hand. You sidled up to the bar and started mixing up a cocktail. A man in the back had ordered one for no other than Natasha, at least that's what you were going to tell her, you were never good at starting conversations.

"cocktail for you sweetheart, from the mystery man in the back" leaning closer you whispered conspiratorially "he's more cowardly than mysterious in my opinion, wouldn't waste my time with that one" the side of Natasha's painted lips tugged upwards in amusement

"and who would you be, if I may ask? I've never seen you before" you took your jacket off and threw it over a stool "yes it's hard to imagine that you'd forget me if you've seen me before, I'm Marissa, you can call me Ris, my mom bought me half the shares of Viper, birthday gift" you said nonchalantly with the dismissive tone of the wealthy "ah, must be nice " she said taking a chug of her vodka, you eyed her with a feigned frown "that is literally the most cliché 'badass' act ever l, vodka with a leather jacket?" you actually found it incredibly attractive and incredibly gay, but Marissa certainly wouldn't.

She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow "I don't think that's true honey, I think you happen to quite like this look" she pinned you with her frustratingly piercing gaze, after a few seconds too long, you cleared your throat and swallowed in embarrassment as you felt heat creep up your cheeks "do you always do this to poor innocent baristas?" you attempted a sarcastic tone and failed miserably.

"you are far from that aren't you? You're not poor, you certainly aren't innocent and you're not just a barista" your faces have come particularly close at some point of the conversation and you knew she could feel the heat radiating of your skin.

"I think we should take this conversation somewhere else, shouldn't we sweetheart?" the way she uttered that pet name completely melted your brain "do co-owners get the privileges of private rooms perhaps?" she slid a finger down your bare arm

You nodded, barely comprehending the words she was saying and instead focusing on the way her lips moved with every syllable spoken. Without any reasoning, you'd followed her into your private rooms in the club despite your gut and brain screaming at you to resist, but every cell in your body was aflame with want.

"Natasha..." you'd breathed out when she slid her hands up your waist which was only clothed with a thin silk slip. In a split second, you suddenly snapped out of it and remembered that's where your gun was hidden. It was too late.

She grabbed the hilt and had it pointed at your temple "now why would an poor, innocent bartender have a gun in her dress y/n y/l/n" son of a bitch. You grabbed hold of all the emotions raging in you, schooled your expression into one devoid of all confidence and morphed it into fear "I- I just-please don't.." you let a quaver into your voice for good measure. She faltered, just for an instant, a fleeting moment of doubt, that was all you needed, vulnerability usually dissuaded even the best

In three moves, you disarmed her, the victory was short lived though, she kicked the gun out of your grip before you could even secure it, wrestling each other for some time, she pinned you to a desk, you'd come prepared this time, or so you thought, you pressed a curved knife to her throat, with enough pressure to break surface skin and glimpse a thin sheen of red well around your knife' dangerously sharp edge, on her account, she barely flinched. "you're good y/l/n, but do you not know the fundamentals? Don't bring knives to a gun fight." she gritted out

You scowled vehemently, the amount of times you'd heard that shirty piece of advice was absurd "that's only if you don't know how to work a blade, I'm S.H.I.E.L.D, I was sent here to protect you, now will you take the gun off my waist? I bruise like a peach"

When she sent you a suspicious glare, you scoffed "if I was some deranged assassin, I would've already slit your throat and let you shoot me" slowly taking your knife off her neck, you lifted it up to her eye level, standard S.H.I.E.L.D issued. "why on Earth would you flip the gun on me" she pinched the bridge of her nose frustratedly and thrusted her gun into the back of her jeans

"well, I really don't like having a gun shoved in my face" you said returning your knife to its thigh sheath, feeling cold air against your back, you fingered the ruined silk of your dress "oh great, this isn't normally how people undress me in the bedroom Romanoff" she stared at you incredulously and grudgingly took off her jacket and pushed it in your general direction. Your eyes caught on the label and you smirked "so it's true what they say, the devil does indeed wear Prada" you said before pulling on the surprisingly warm leather jacket

"we should talk." Natasha said in a crisp tone "well I know a place, but on one condition" you replied. Shutting her eyes as if praying for any semblance of patience "what?" she implored. "refrain from murdering me this time?" despite her annoyed expression, a surge of amusement rose up clearly on her face

"gladly, I'm hoping you'll return the favor"

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gayerthanevertbh · 3 years ago

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the widow’s bunny - part 6

author’s note | so sorry for not updating soon, i wasn’t feeling well but here’s another part! i think i’m also going to end this series soon, i just don’t know how the ending will appear. enjoy!

summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”

pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

warnings | smut ; pet names ; very 18+!!!

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 so on...

Back in boarding school, never once in your life that a person would smack you in the face – hard. Even though you’ve been reckless and dull, never once did a person hit you in the face. And to a lot of people, they would think that hurting someone if they’ve been bad is a good thing. It could be, sure, but maybe the environment is different or it’s also the culture. You, on the other hand, think that violence is just not the answer – everyone does agree on that.

So her apology, her promises, weren’t real. And god you wish you were aware of her own actions. You wanted to fight back; punch her, kick her, choke her, anything for her to just fucking die. But, no. You chose not to because that’s how a good human being you fucking are.

“I’m sorry,” She rasps out as she tries to reach for your hand, but you quickly flinched away from her. Your eyes averted to the ground, afraid to look at her dark green orbs. She continues on, begging: “Baby, I didn’t mean that. I would never–”

You beat her to it, “You’ve said that 3 times this week.”

“I know–”

“Don’t even fucking start,” you began to chuckle, and felt your cheek. It hurts, a lot. Even by the slightest touch, it felt like a whole chair just rammed against your face. Natasha’s facial expression changes as her eyebrows scrunch and look at you with her hard eyes. Now your stomach feels tingling. Bad move.

“Did you just fucking cuss at me?”

Your throat starts to dry up as you gulp and walk back slowly, her demeanor body getting closer to you with each step back you take. You shake your head, frantically, like some scarred child, and responded with a lighter tone, “Nat, I didn’t mean that. I just, you can’t keep hitting me–”

Her hand collides with your neck and grips it hard, pulling your face closer to hers, and begins to spit out the most venomous words out of her pretty mouth.

“Try fucking speaking to me like that again and you’ll deserve a lot more than that, you fucking brat. I gave you everything! My love, my body, this fucking house!”

“Nat, stop–”

“And you chose to disrespect me?” she scoffs and slams you against the wall, your head hitting the concrete harshly as you feel nausea kicking through your head. “You’re just a pathetic little bitch that I own, that I want to fuck, that I want to abuse whenever I want to fuck you. Disrespect me one more time, you’ll deserve a lot of beating.”

This was the scariest statement that Natasha has ever spilled to you – and you felt horror within your eyes. Your face begins to pale as her hand grips your neck tighter than ever until you have lost your breathing. Thank god, she let go of you and now you are heaving with all your strength. You fell to the ground, clutching your eyes tight as you held your neck – yelping at how sensitive it was. Natasha stood there proudly and walked a few steps away to grab a glass of whiskey that was already poured onto the glass. Gulping it down, she mutters,

“I shouldn’t have been that harsh to you, I agree, but you needed it.”

What a cruel fucking bitch.

“You’re evil,” you muttered with no shame and wiped the tears on your cheeks as you got up from the floor. She looks at your deflated body and smiles. She fucking smiled, the audacity! You rolled your eyes and sat on the couch, not offering a seat for her – you wouldn’t want to get close anyway. But then, she did get close and sat beside you, her arm linking around your shoulders, and sighed. You don’t know if that was a relief or an angry sigh, but you don’t care at this point.

“Look, all I’m asking is for you to obey me,” she states once again and looks at your eyes dreamingly. “I’m just… do you hate me that much? I’ve given you everything, isn’t that enough?”

“What will make me happy is for you to let me go.”

“Oh please,” she scoffs and swigs her whiskey glass. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like the way I fucked you. You were begging for my cock.”

You hate to admit it but you really were begging to be fucked by her. It’s unexplainable, to be honest, but you couldn’t disagree with the fact that you liked it. It’s the way she touches your body as if she knows it so well and that is what made you lose yourself in this kind of translation that somehow, maybe somewhere, you could possibly like her back. If she wasn’t as psycho, a maniac, then probably you’d fall for her–

“Someone is calling me,” she whispers with a groan and takes her phone that was on the coffee table. Natasha excused herself until you were all alone in the living room, still hurting from the way she slapped you in the face.

The widow goes into a quiet area and sees Clint on her screen. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She thought to herself and took a long inhale, then exhaled when she picked up the call and brought the phone to her ear.

“Clint, what’s up?” Natasha says in a monotone that she always uses whenever she’s talking to her friends. But, Clint wasn’t her friend anymore. It felt too wrong to even think of him as a friend.

“I know you’re busy in Budapest and all that,” A lie. “But, have you seen my daughter? She’s been gone for weeks. The detective and the police are involved now, and I just… you’re my best friend, Nat. I know how much you love my children. So please if Y/N told you to not contact me or anything because she’s away I just – please let me know now.”

The evil she is, the assassin did not have remorse for Clint. Not even a hint of sadness accommodated her body, none. And that’s probably why she kidnapped you – it’s because she wouldn’t feel anything for the people that you loved. That’s a good trait for Natasha.

“Clint, I’m so sorry but,” Natasha takes a deep breath. “I haven’t contacted Y/N since I left. Have you checked the whole city? I’m sure she’s just there.”

“No, she isn’t in the fucking city! She’s not everywhere! She could be fucking dead–”

Natasha looks by her shoulder and sees you holding a glass of water between your hands – looking down. She smiled to herself, finding you adorable in that kind of position while Clint is ranting about you on the phone. I can watch you for hours, detka. You’re so–

“Are you even listening to me?”

Snapping from her haze, she cleared her throat and responded to him, “Yeah. I understand you, Clint. I do, but I really don’t know where your daughter is. Right now I’m currently very busy, you called at the wrong time.”

“Can you at least help me find her? I know you care about Y/N.”

“I’m afraid not Clint,” Natasha tells him apologetically – even though she wasn’t truly apologizing – and sighs. “I wish I could help, but not right now.”

She hung up quickly and placed her phone back at the table, smiling to herself proudly. Natasha took that very well and noticed how her emotions were stable enough for Clint so that he wouldn’t have ideas of course. She walks back to you and watches how your body moves everything you breathe. You look up, catch her eye, and smirk at you.

As soon as she cups your chin, pulling you towards her with a grip that made you slip out a guttural moan and chuckles deeply at you, tilting her head. Whispering, “I had a talk with your father. And, they found my precious baby. Unfortunately, they won’t find us anymore. We will be moving to Paris.”

Your eyes widen and quickly respond with a stutter, “Paris?! Natasha, we absolutely cannot! You’re making the whole situation worse, they will find us. Just give it up already!”

Natasha harshly lets go of your jaw and walks around the room, her hand placed on her forehead as she looks back at you with a darker shade of green eyes. She dangerously whispered close to your face, saying: “They will never find us. You’re mine, Y/N. Whether you fucking like it or not, you’re going to be with me forever. Wherever I go.”

Of course, you couldn’t do anything but let out a few tears and pulled your knees to your chest, trying to calm yourself down from her statement. You’re going to move to Paris, with the person you don’t even love, and it’s killing you slowly. You remember your teacher telling you that you’ll have an amazing life once you get out of boarding school, and you held onto it until a whole building falls on you and now you’re in this reality that you can’t accept yet. Your toxic trait is telling you that you can escape from her little cage, but you can’t. Natasha, knowing her so well, can get on with her ways. Either you’re with her or you’re dead. But somehow you’re preferring to be dead than to fall in love with her.

THE NEXT DAY, Natasha asks you to pack a couple of suitcases for your clothes. Initially, you didn’t want to and will do your best to beg but also remember that she could possibly hit you again. So, you followed her orders.

While packing your belongings, you remember the times when you used to be so happy and not here in this hellhole. You shed a tear as you’re in this dream where you’re finally free from her chambers, running to your mom as she embraced you with a warm hug. You almost felt it, feeling too real, until you got lost in it. Sighing, you closed the suitcase and put it aside from the door.

I love you, Mom and Dad.

You were now taking a warm bath to soothe your aching body until someone who you didn’t want stepping into the shower, kissing your neck passionately. You groaned and whispered to Natasha, “Can we not have sex today? I’m very tired.”

She hummed softly and palmed your breasts within her rough hands, kissing you all the way down to your collarbone. You couldn’t help but expose your neck more as you want to feel more of her intoxicating wet kisses all over your skin. A guilty pleasure, perhaps.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Natasha mutters hotly and brings her hand all the way down to your waist, pulling you until her pelvis touches your ass; making you whimper. “I love the way your body responds to me. Let me touch you, sweet girl. I promise Mommy will make you feel good.”

Her hand slips to your inner thigh as she squeezes it, yearning for your reaction. Your head falls back onto her shoulder and lets her access more of your body. Natasha smirks at you and continues to penetrate your thighs until she gets to your cunt which is surprisingly wet. She groans into your ear and whispers once more,

“Such a fucking slut for me, a good fucktoy huh? Tell me, baby, tell me you’re my fucktoy.”

You couldn’t help yourself again and get lost in this sex hole where it’s just you and her.

“I’m your fucktoy!” You whined and she quietly shushes you as she turns your body around until your back hits on the cold-tiled wall. Whimpering at her goddess, devilish sight – her mouth captures your lips and lets out a moan when you open your mouth so she can have her tongue inside of it. Gladly, she pushes her tongue and you felt how wet it was. Both of your tongues move together perfectly like it was made to be perfect somehow. And, you got so lost that you were starting to become an addict to her taste. She pulls away and presses her forehead against yours and smoothly trails down her long fingers until it is met with your folds.

“Dripping for me, kotenok?” You nodded and slowly opened your legs wide for her, she gladly pressed her core against yours as she ruts you only once – you let out a loud strangled moan and covered your mouth as you watch Natasha capturing your right nipple with her warm mouth.

“I could rip out your tits from my mouth, you know that right? You’re such a fucking whore, just for me. Only for me.”

Natasha spreads your legs wide open until your fleshing cunt is finally exposed all to her glory. She smirked at you and then blew on your clit a little before kissing your pubic bone lovingly. Grabbing your ass from the back, she kisses your hipbones accordingly then whispers against your cunt, “I’m going to eat you out until you can’t come anymore.”

“Oh fuck!” You gasped at the way Natasha’s tongue flapped against your folds like some greedy, starved woman. She shuts her eyes completely and moans against your pussy while licking your folds with her talented tongue. The widow looks back up at you and watches your chest start to heave messily. She can see everything; the way your tits move because of her mouth, your hand are covering your eyes as you felt your orgasm coming through soon, and your stomach sucked in and out – almost can’t take at how experienced Natasha’s mouth was.

It was like watching a favorite movie with Natasha; she loved everything that she saw from you.

“Fuck me hard, fuck me harder! Please–I can’t take it!” you begged loudly. It was all too much, the tongue, the moans, the redhead who’s currently eating you out like it was her last meal – everything was too much. You couldn’t handle it, it all felt too powerful. Too good. Natasha glances back up at you and teasingly presses her entire mouth onto your cunt hard.

She pulls away – although still close to your wet cunt – and spreads your folds with two of her fingers. Then, smirking, she spits on your cunt and licks the fat nub of your clit, making you lose yourself once more. You didn’t even realize that more of your juices were gushing out, pleasing Natasha, and ate it like a champ. She mumbles onto your clit, “Taste so fucking good for me. God, play with your tits. Let Mommy make you come.”

You followed her orders and played with your breasts with both of your hands, kind of frightened because you had no support. Well, one of your legs was placed on Natasha’s shoulders as she greedily eats your cunt. You swallowed hard and played with your nipples as you were about to reach your climax. You can see her eyes attached to where she was lapping all your juices, growling hungrily. If you were going to admit, that turned you on so much more–

“God damn it, baby, you taste so fucking good,” the woman lets out an aggressive sigh. She plays your clit with the tip of her tongue as you try to grind your core against her face for more friction. Your hands were threaded full of her hair and continued to rut against her face until you felt your orgasm coming in any second.

“Nat, I’m going to cum!” you held your breath as you tried your best not to orgasm without the woman’s consent. She looks at you with her usual devious eyes and winks at you. You’re about to lose it.

“Cum in my mouth, baby girl, let mommy feel your cum,” Natasha murmurs right against your cunt, letting out a hum to make a vibration that made you even crazier than before. You finally lose control as you come hard inside of her greedy mouth, moaning and shrieking at the same time. You’re pretty sure you’ve made an awfully a lot of pornographic sounds, not that you’re complaining. You chanted, “Thank you” while still coming inside of her mouth as Natasha took it with a munch formulating her mouth.

As soon as you came down, your pussy muscles stopped clenching on her tongue and the woman pulls away from you – licking her mouth with satisfaction. Natasha finally stands up from the tiled floor and pulls you into a heated kiss. Both of you let out a desperate moan and continued to dance your tongues together as her hands trailed down onto the back of your waist, pulling you much closer to her naked body. She suddenly bites down on your bottom lip and pulls it out, making you whine in pain and most of all, pleasure. The woman chuckles again and grabs your left leg to wrap it around her hips.

“Did you feel good, baby?” she asks while kissing down on your neck sloppily. You nodded, too tired to speak as you’re still coming down from your high, and replied with a breathless whisper: “Yes, I feel so good.”

“Hmm,” Natasha smiles into your neck and looks back into your hooded eyes, pouting slightly. She pecks your lips gently and nuzzles her nose with yours. You soon close your eyes while the woman, who just ate you out, trails her hands up and down on your arm with so much tenderness that you almost believed that this was another Natasha you’re with. Natasha, this version of her, is comforting for you. Because she wasn’t as mean or would hit you out of nowhere, she’s just loving and caring all at the same time.

And that’s probably scary because you could never trust someone like how you trusted Natasha before.

“I love you,” she whispers to your mouth, smiling to herself as soon as she confessed her love for you. “I love you so much, my detka. My kotenok. You’re the love of my life, I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

The water trails down onto both of your bodies as you crept a small smile on your face, feeling giddy with her small confession that it’s possible it won’t mean anything the next day. But, you’re so lost within this phase that it’s hard to get out of it. You want to stay here with her, like this. Maybe it’s all you ever needed and desperately wanted, sure, and it doesn’t feel like you.

Who cares about that right now, anyway?

Without even thinking about it, you said it back – with so much affection that it disbeliefs Natasha completely.

“I love you too, Natasha.”

She lets out a relieved laugh and after a solid 30 seconds, it dies down and sighs with a smile on her face. Natasha crept her lips onto yours once again, feeling the water prickling on both of your mouths, and pulls away with a broken voice, responding: “I love you more, I promise.”

Something inside of you tells you that maybe you should try learning how to love a psychopathic woman, even though it’s not what you wanted or did, but you could try. You can try. Because this is your reality now. There’s no escaping to that.

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“Bonjour Madame! Que puis-je faire pour vous aujourd'hui?”

“I don’t speak french, sorry–”

“Deux verres de vin, s'il vous plaît. Et Aussi, peut-être un beignet glacé,” Natasha responds to the waiter with a tight lip smile across her face while you sat there, stunned at how impressive the accent was. You felt intimidated. The waiter smiles at both of you and walks away, leaving you both alone at an expensive restaurant, somewhere around the road in France. You and her just arrived from Ohio today and Natasha decided to take you to a lovely restaurant that was a bit far from your destination for later.

“This is a nice place,” you say after a long-dead silence between you two. She looks back up at you, giving you a small smile.

“France is pretty, yeah?”

“Very,” you responded while taking a swig of your glass that was on the table, taking a large amount of gulp. Continuing, you said: “So, are we staying here forever? What’s your plan now, Romanoff?”

She lets out a light chuckle before putting the newspaper down on the table, leaning against the chair, and clasping her hands together as she places it on her lap. Sighing, she responds: “Don’t call me that, kotenok. We are far off from formality, and no. Maybe. I don’t know yet, we might go to Russia.”

For the past few hours, you have started to make a plan inside your head that goes along with “how-to-love-a-psychopath-even-though-you-don’t-want-to-love-her”. And right now, you have two. One, you pretend to love the way she talks or her action towards you. Two, let her fuck you since you’re only good for that. It sounds as difficult as it seems, but it’s really not. You just need to fake it… right?

Fake it? Should I also fake my orgasm too?

“You alright, sweet girl?”

You shook your head lightly as you snapped out from your daydream or whatever, and looked back at her with an apologetic smile. She smiles back and leans against the table; eyes piercing at you. She then brings her hand onto the table and softly takes your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. If you’re going to be honest, just a quick honesty, you like the way she pecks your skin.

You’re fucking insane.

Kissing it once more, she whispers onto your knuckles: “I can’t wait for us to settle in. I want to be able to fully ravish you in our new home. Everywhere. Doesn’t that sound perfect, baby?”

“Mhm,” you responded with a hum and closed your eyes, imagining a scene where she was taking you to every spot that was available inside your humble abode. The couch, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, and especially the bedroom–

“Here are your drinks and food,” the waiter says with a thick french accent and places the wine glass down with a bottle of red wine. He smiles once again and leaves.

As you simmer the wine in your hands, you watch Natasha as she brings the rim of the glass to her mouth, takes a sip of her wine, and smiles gently at you with teeth. You smiled back and took a small sip and clutched your eyes at how rich the taste was. You’ve never tried expensive wine in your entire life, so this was all new to you.

“Never tried the finest wine, huh?” she asks while smugly putting her arm against the chair that supports her back. You giggled and nodded at her – feeling a little embarrassed with your own reaction.

She says, “It’s okay, darling. That’s perfectly–”

Y/N Barton, a 20-year-old, went missing in Brooklyn, New York. Investigators and the FBI are currently hunting for who could be the possible kidnapper of the child, and there are none for now. The girl has been missing for weeks now, and the Barton family will do everything they can to find the girl.

You heard your own name on the radio that was a few feet away from you as you looked at Natasha with horror in your eyes. She looks back at you and clenches her jaw. Fuck, she’s dead. We’re all dead.

“Come on,” she mutters and grabs your wrist, walking out of the restaurant as fast as you can. She immediately brings you inside her black SUV, almost pushing you inside, and closes the door with a loud shut. You bite your bottom lip with fear and press your knees together as you watch the older woman turn the ignition and drive away with a screech.

“Isn’t it stupid that we had to leave so soon? They’ll have suspicions over us–”

You can’t believe that you’re helping a kidnapper who is driving you both away from the restaurant you stepped in. And, more to that, you can’t believe you heard your own full name on the radio. They were going to find you, finally–no–you don’t even know at this point, you’re just confused. Natasha grabs your right hand and kisses the back of it roughly, whispering: “They’ll never find us. I promise. Okay?”

Without saying anything else, you muttered an: “Okay.” and continue to sit back tight as she drives you to the new house that you and her are going to live in – for now. Honestly, you can’t help but get into deep thoughts about why you are helping her to escape from the right authorities. Maybe you were getting comfortable with her? Or you just don’t want to be back in an isolated area where you’ve been awful. Or maybe, you’re falling in love with Natasha.

You scoff quietly to yourself, how can you be in love with Natasha when the only thing she does is to fuck you and hit you on the face; and also call you degrading names. But, you’re starting to feel sorry for the woman and have this connection towards her where you can fully open up to yourself. And, that’s merely not going to happen.

Right?

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naturesapphic · 1 month ago

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Love your stories! And you’re so nice <3

Ok, crazy idea: Nat who has always been a sub, but the right combination of words accidentally activates her Black Widow mode and makes her extremely dominant in an unexpected way, kinda like how Bucky’s hydra keywords worked. Imagine the reader being sooo certain they’re in charge, only to accidentally say the wrong words and *boom*, Daddy Nat is here. And maybe Natasha is wearing her black widow catsuit

Day 2: Activation

Natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: sub/dom, smut, daddy!natasha, rough sex, slight face slapping, degradation

Kinktober/fall/halloween masterlist

Natasha had just gotten off of a month mission, not allowing any contact with anyone, especially you. So when you saw her coming off the quinjet, you rushed outside and met her halfway. She took you in her arms and the two of you had tears in your eyes as y’all held each other. “I missed you so much natty…”. You whispered against her shoulder and she hugged you tighter, her nose buried in your soft hair as she inhales your sweet scent.

“I missed you more dekta..”. Natasha whispers back to you and the two of you head inside of the compound. Going up to y’all’s room, the tension was building. Y’all were sexually frustrated and the two of you needed each other now. You pushed Natasha up against the door of y’all’s bedroom and started kissing her neck, you had her whimpering underneath you, even though she’s taller than you. Her whimpers and moans was what drove you and you started to pull down the zipper of her catsuit when you started talking dirty in her ear.

Well you thought it was dirty until you brought up of how much of a sub she was and how you could easily control her. She stiffened for a moment and you pulled away immediately, scared that you messed something up. Then, out of nowhere, Natasha opened yalls door and picked you up, making you squeal in confusion. She threw you on the bed and started tearing your clothes off. “N-nat?” You shakily asked and she looked up at you with a lustful gaze, mixed with a glare. “Shut up slut before I make you.” She growled and you felt your pussy throb at her dominance.

You were usually the one who’s dominant but it seems that your degrading words took an effect on her and she’s in control now. You secretly fantasized about it because Natasha always seemed to be very dominant but it was the complete opposite in the bedrooms. She was more on the submissive side while you took control, which you honestly didn’t mind but it seems to be different tonight. She got off of you to go into the closet and secure a strap-on around her waist, on top of her cat suit. You felt your mouth water as you watched her walk over to you, swaying her hips seductively as if she’s luring you into a trap.

She got to the edge of the bed and leaned over to grab you by the ankles and pull you down to where she could reach you. You let out a squeal as she bends your legs until it reached your chest, opening yourself up for her. With one hand, she aligned the strap to your entrance and pushed it in making you form an O with your lips. Natasha just smirked and started thrusting into you, little groans and huffs leaving her plump lips, her full breast moving slightly in her uniform. She leaned down and started sucking on your neck, leaving love bites behind. You reached up to her hair and slightly tugged on it which set her off. She slapped your hand away and used the same hand to wrap her hand around your throat.

Her gaze was darker than before and she gave you a glare. “I’m in charge.” Was all she said before she got up on the bed and started fucking you into the mattress. At this point you were sobbing and begging her to stop but she wouldn’t until you did the safe word. This was your fifth orgasm of the night already and she was trying to pull one more out of you. “Come on you little slut. I know you can give daddy one more. Come on.” She demanded slightly, giving a little slap to your face. That’s when you came on her cock again and she pulled out making you cry out at the emptiness. She shushed you gently and held you in her arms. “Such a good girl. Daddy is in control now.”

A/n: thank you so much for your support and your sweet words Anon! I hope you like this! Halloween/fall/kinktober requests are still open for all the characters/people I write! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest. Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

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screechcat · 1 year ago

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Alright, home dogs. I am a Natasha Romanoff simp in need of help!

There is this one fic I can not find, and it's about Reader being a CEO and nat having a daughter. Bat works for Reader, and one day, she brings kiddo to work, and little lady makes her way into Reader's office.

Nat finds her there and I'm pretty sure the kiddo had started calling Reader Bubbles or smth.

Pleeeeeeaaaaase help meeeeeee!

#natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha x you #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasharomanoff x reader #black widow x y/n #black widow x reader

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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Big Bad Wolf…

Dark!Natasha Romanoff x InnocentFem!R

Prompt: “Send me a photo, and I’ll write a fic about it 🤪” (sent by @mostlymarvelsstuff )

Warnings: Infatuation—Stalking, Alcohol/Drugging, Kidnapping.

Smut: Non-Con, R is a virgin, Mommy (N), Detka/Kotenok (R), Knife Play, Oral/Fingering (R), Strap—Cock warming, Degradation.

18+ | Minors DNI !!

Natasha's been watching you for awhile now. Prettiest little thing she'd ever seen really, the innocence you radiated was such a draw in. Every time she heard you giggling she just knew you'd be her perfect little baby, you were naturally sweet, and in turn easily corruptible.

Which is why she was irate whenever she saw you enter the bar she owned in your skimpy little outfits. Trading in your long, floral dresses for these overtly revealing outfits. That crowd you found yourself with was a group of rotten apples. Ruining you before she ever had her chance to, and she wasn't having it; nope.

You didn't know it yet, but you needed her.

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The moment Natasha watched you collecting your belongings she knew it was time to set her plan in motion. You'd been sipping on the long island iced tea that she mixed especially for you for an hour now, and it was infuriating how slow you were at polishing off the drink.

Natasha thanked the heavens that you were still her good girl deep down, because while your friends selfishly stuck around you took off so you could sleep properly for your classes.

"I'm heading out Bucky, close up the bar for me tonight," she tossed the burly man the keys, never once sparing the man a glance as she was too focused on following you out the doors.

The bar wasn't more than a block away from your dormitory, so just like always you began to make the trek home with your keys between your fingers, with pepper spray on the chain. That didn't matter much though when you began to stagger so much to the right you were practically walking towards potential traffic.

"Woah there honey, are you okay?" A familiar looking redhead caught you just as you were about to fall into the street, "'m okay," you did your best to smile at her, but in your state you couldn't tell that only half of your face moved, it'd honestly looked like you were having a stroke, but to placate you—her clueless, and far too trusting sweet girl, she softly smiled back.

"It looks like you had too much to drink kotenok," she gently swept the mess of hair from your face, then gently guided your head into her chest while her other arm slid under your legs so she could hold you bridal style.

Natasha's heart beat wildly at the thought of one day marrying you, it was a reality she was only moments away from reaching now that she finally broke you away from your miserable life so she could offer you the whole world.

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The following morning came with eery silence, but it was soon filled by the clanging of metal as you pointlessly pulled on your restraints, your muscles aching caused you to cry out. You're unsure how long you'd been made to stand here in you unconscious state, but it was likely long with how easily the pain brought you to tears. Light sobs left you, pulling the pleased attention of your kidnapper to you.

"Now, now darling—don't hurt my feelings," Natasha called out from the shadowed corner she'd been patiently sat in. It'd taken you an entire eight hours to find your way out of the drug induced darkness you were plunged into.

"W-who are you?"

"Natasha," she answered sparingly, it wasn't much, but it was all she was willing to offer.

"W-why did you lock me up?" you sounded so small, entirely helpless, and that filled Natasha with an almost carnal need to brutally destroy you, "I thought you were there to save me..."

Natasha was honestly impressed, you were the only one of her captives to ever remember the twisted moment of fate. Where she ensnared you into her intricate web of diluted dreams, and brought you to her soundproof basement.

"Please, I—," you nervously went to ask more in wake of her silence, but she was now stood before you with her slender finger pressed to your trembling lips, "No more questions."

Once she could see the fight simmering in your eyes she lowered her finger, then much to your further discomfort she nuzzled her nose into yours, "I did save you baby, the world is a scary place, you're just too precious to be made to face it alone," she sloppily pushed her lips into yours for a kiss you didn't want to reciprocate.

It was only when she ran the tip of her blade down your body that she was able to control the moment, digging into the material of your top until you felt it digging into your skin. Natasha took advantage of your gasping, her tongue slid over yours with an eagerness to rival that of a toddler set free in a candy store.

Unfortunately for you, it seemed that the way that her blade continued to tear your clothing apart, while her tongue unashamedly explored your mouth turned you on in a desperate way. Never in your life had you been touched by another, you'd been saving yourself for that special someone, but it seems out of reach now.

And oddly enough, you were fine with that.

Not only did some minuet part of you being driven by intense bouts of lust want her to continue marking and harshly groping you the way she was, but your body actually needed it. Natasha smirked against your cheek, you were panting affectedly, and your hips were moving in the same manner as they bucked into hers.

"Oh my, see what I mean baby?" she stared at you in awe, pupils blown wide and wearing a smirk that could only translate into trouble, "I've just taken you hostage, and look, your slutty pussy is begging for me to fill it up."

To emphasize her words she lifted your skirt, and used her knife to haphazardly cut the thin material from your body. A pang of arousal shot straight through your body when you watched as the woman held your panties up to her face, the sparse light in the room proving just how wet you'd become in only seconds, and you felt yourself dripping freely as you watched Natasha lick your essence off them.

"Fuck kotenok, you're too delicious for your own good, I'm going to devour you whole."

Seeing the way she looked at you, as if you were her defenseless prey—you believed her wholly, because the truth was clear as day, you were defenseless against her in every possible sense.

"Tell me kotenok," she whispered hotly against your tense jaw as she deposited teasing nibbles to the skin, her hand also teased your folds, and "What do you want?"

"I-I," you looked down in clear shame, your hands balled up into tight fists, the skin now taut around your knuckles, and you squeezed so tightly that your joints popped, and at the sight of you doing so it filled the redhead with uncontainable glee. She'd always suspected, but more so hoped, that you'd be pure, and with how desperately your clit twitched at the simplest stroke she knew you were a virgin.

"Shh, it's okay detka," her lips lightly suctioned over your pulse point, causing you to moan in a mix of shock and pleasure, your hips wildly bucked into her hand, and she smirked against your skin, "Mommy will take good care of you."

Natasha dropped to her knees, "Oh fuck, you smell divine baby, can't wait to drink your sweet nectar straight from the source," she teasingly licked a strip up your slit, groaning in sync with you as pleasure overran you, and your taste temporarily melted her cognition.

A whimper left your lips a second later as your knees buckled at the sensation of the redhead between your thighs, and in a show of mercy she lifted your leg over her, opening you up even more for her enjoyment, and saving you from permanent damage to your shoulders.

Natasha was relentless with her ministrations, this wasn't a tender first time, but instead a mission for her to bring you to ecstasy for the first time in your life, to show you that you'll never need anyone besides her to get you here. Her expert tongue swirled around your entrance a few times before it dove into you.

"Fuck, oh my gosh, wh-what...," your hazy mind tried to make sense of just how good you were feeling, but as she harshly sucked your clit between her lips while entering you with one finger there was nothing more to understand.

Inexperienced as you were, you could tell that your pussy gripping onto her finger was a sign that she nearly had you tipping over the edge of a bliss you were desperate to reach. Sloppily as ever your hips flailed as she now thrusted three fingers into your greedy cunt, "You're such a slut Y/N, this pussy has yet to be touched but still, look at the way you're moving with me."

"Mommy, it feels so good," you practically shouted, causing her to chuckle against you, which only added to your pleasure, making you even more desperate as you bucked down.

"You were born to wrap around my fingers," she groans against your clit as your walls all of a suddenly clung to her, in a matter of mere seconds your orgasm overtook your body, and you screamed out a slurry of profanities as your back arched off the wall and your body shook.

Natasha slowly stood up, her fingers still deep inside of you as her other hand sought to free you as her lips softly pressed over the entirety of your glistening face as you came down.

With a gentle care she removed herself from within you, carrying you over to the bed she settled you down, then she finally stripped herself of her clothing. Eyes of a green flashed with a devious glint when the strap fell loose, she stroked it as if it were real as her eyes took in your slightly snoring form. With expected ease she slipped right on into you, your slick now coating her thighs as she bottomed out.

Natasha wanted nothing more than to rail you into the mattress, but she wanted you awake for such an experience, so she'll settle for a good old fashioned cock warming until later.

In your exhausted state you leaned into her comforting embrace, your sweet nature leading you to go against the very grain of rationality. All the alarm bells in your mind had been temporarily snoozed. Natasha knew it would take time to break you in fully, in the morning she anticipates you cowering away, so she held you even tighter to her chest, and watched as you slept peacefully. Not a single line of worry present on your face, as if you want to be here.

Deep down she knew you did... Girls like you need someone telling you how to live, to keep you safe, or else you will eventually wind up in the bed of some deviant. Natasha could never have lived with herself if you had met such a fate, but fortunately she saved you just in time.

"Goodnight kotenok," she placed a kiss to your hairline, then settled into the mattress with a dopey smile as she imagined the future; she was more than excited for the journey ahead.

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smalls-words · 2 years ago

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Save the Cat

Summary: Natasha has to save you. She has to.

Pairing: LadyThor!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Feline!Reader

Warnings: Mind control, Dreykov, blood, Reader hurting Natasha physically and emotionally.

A/N: If you don't already know by the title and character type you are, this was taken from She-Ra's episode of the same title. Hope you enjoy Lady Natasha (Iron Maiden as I've called her in this).

*this is official Marvel comic art of "Natalia Romanova Earth-23223", credit to Marvel*

“Now for the last time - Where. Is. Y/N?” Natasha spat at Dreykov.

“Natasha?” Your weak voice echoed from somewhere.

“Kotenok?! Where are you?!” Worry laced her tone.

“Ah, yes. Your little kitten.” Dreykov chuckled, sitting back in his chair.

“She hoped you would come for her, the poor thing. So all I had to do was wait. As she would have said, you are so very predictable. Come here, child.”

Natasha watched as two taller Widows led you through the main door, your head covered by a hood before you unveiled it. Your sclera were tinged green, a sign of Dreykov’s controlling poison, and your mane…

Your beautiful mane… it was cut short and firmly combed against your head. Your ears stuck upright, as they normally did, but there was no mane to compliment them now. You looked robotic, and even your voice was wrong.

“Hello, Natalia.”

That name gave her shivers when it came from your tongue. It didn’t belong there; she was Natasha, Tasha, even Natty - anything but Natalia.

“What did you do to her?!” She growled, lunging towards the Widows to free you but they blocked her, dragging and holding her back as you knelt down in front of Dreykov and bowed.

“I have made her anew. I saw her mind, so ensnared in grief and rage and pain… and I brought her to the light. Isn't that right, little one?” He asked as he offered his hand, which you took, nuzzling his arm lovingly.

That was a gesture Natasha knew to be reserved for her. “Y/N, you have to fight it!” She begged you.

“My place is with the Red Room, Natalia. I don't want to leave.” You stated monotonously.

“Tell her what I've done for you, little one.” Dreykov stopped touching the chip in your neck and let you go, urging you to go to Natasha.

You walked over to her forced kneel, tears brimming her eyes as you leaned over her. “Dreykov has given me peace. Something you could never do.”

You held her cheek, a gesture Natasha craved but she never had the thought to ask you for. “You broke my heart. But he has made it whole again. Don't you see? This is for the best. I'm happy here. You could be happy, too.”

Natasha glared at Dreykov over your shoulder. “Let. Her. Go.” She snarled, the tear falling down her cheek contrasting her emotion.

Dreykov walked over to you and let his hand fall to your neck, holding the scruff and rendering you motionless. “Shall we make a deal, Natasha? I will give her to you, if you want her, that is... But first, you must do something for me. You… will give me the hammer.”

“Never.” She declared, knowing how much power Dreykov could have if Mjolnir was under his control.

“Very well.” He pressed a button on the smart device of his chair's arm.

Natasha fell forwards as the comm device in her ear released a high pitch noise. She threw it down and Dreykov crushed it beneath his boot, a touch of her finger to the ear canal showing red blotches.

“You miscalculated. I see all. I know all. You thought yourself worthy to challenge me, just because of that stupid hammer! But you are nothing, save the last of the First Widows to fall at my hands. You have led your friends to destruction.”

Natasha lifted her eyes at the sound of your gasp, your sclera dimming back to their natural feline colour with your pupils looking down at her - before Dreykov took control again.

She saw you.

“Go on, fulfill your purpose. Bring out the hammer, and strike me down.” He dared Natasha, who was almost at the point of sobbing.

“Alas… you two must have a lot of catching up to do. I will leave you to it. Let me know when you're ready to make a deal.” He patted your head and you purred softly.

Natasha’s heart cracked at that.

But when your claws extended, she knew what was going to happen. She dodged the first punch, weaving around you so as to not hurt you. A kick to the face was close, but she caught your ankle.

You simply extended your leg violently, bringing her to the ground. You threw a punch to her head but she rolled out of the way, kicking you up gently but firmly. You reacted quickly and grabbed her by the hair, ready to claw out her eyes but she cocked your elbow up and pushed you down by the shoulder, holding you in a painful position.

“Y/N, listen to me. I know you're still in there. I am not leaving without you.” Natasha sniffled, her heart and mind battling for you and her safety.

“It's gonna be okay, just let me help you-” She cut herself off as the bones in your arm twisted unnaturally, distracting her from the three claws below long enough for you to rip through her suit and make her groan out in pain.

You weaved around Natasha, wrapping your arms around her almost lovingly; one hand over her shoulder and the other against her waist, your tail curling around her leg as you nuzzled against her neck. “Everything is already okay. We are with Dreykov now. There is no need for you to suffer, Natalia. Come into the light with me.”

Natasha yelled as she grabbed the hood of your suit and threw you over her from behind herself, throwing you back towards Dreykov’s desk before the chip in your neck hit the edge of the table.

Your dark laughter sent chills down her spine - she knew that laugh.

You always used it when you trained against other young Widows - right before you killed your opponent.

“Snap out of it, Y/N! I don't want to hurt you…” Natasha pleaded desperately.

You finished laughing with a satisfied breath, your head cocking to the side. “But you have already hurt me. Dreykov has set me free of that pain. The pain that you caused.”

You stood, lifting your leg to lean against the desk. “He will set us all free… forever. A world of peace, without end.”

You used your strength to push off of the corner, giving you a serious height advantage over Natasha to throw a punch. You missed, and she hit you across the face, trying to recalibrate your mind like she did with Clint all those years ago.

You then landed one right against her cheekbone, almost breaking it, before you lunged with your claws. She gripped your wrists and matched your steps backwards as you walked towards her, but she shoved you with enough force to have you tipping towards the glass window that led to a near-fatal drop.

“Y/N!” She yelled in concern.

You noticed the lower glass windows and laughed wickedly, stepping back to the ledge before you let yourself go. Natasha lunged forward and grabbed you by the belt of your suit, pulling you into a tight hug that was a few steps back from the ledge.

She cried out in pain as your claws dug into her back, easily tearing through her serum-ised skin.

“Oh, Natalia… How long will you drag this out? You will destroy the ones you love in the process.” Your voice came out distorted, almost like Dreykov was speaking through you, whispering in her ear.

You kneed Natasha in the stomach, winding her slightly whilst she groaned painfully. With her distracted by the pain of her body and her heart, you held her by the collar of her suit as she leaned over the ledge, hanging by your hand.

You and Dreykov sighed out of one mouth. “She was afraid, in the end. And she suffered. Perhaps I will make her my new vessel. Though, she would not last me long. What do you think… Natalia?” Dreykov’s voice disappeared upon her name.

In anger directed at Dreykov, she gripped onto your arm and pushed back with all her might, slamming you into the desk and subsequently, the screens behind it. Electricity sparked from them and connected to your chip, the jolting sensation causing you to laugh.

Natasha watched the green fade in your eyes again, revealing the fear beneath.

“I am not giving up on you, Y/N!” She yelled, determined.

“Then you're a fool. You cannot stop the Red Room. Dreykov will reign triumphant over all the universe. It is… destiny.”

You cried out as the electricity from the breaking monitors electrocuted you. “No!” Natasha growled defensively, pulling you away from them. Soon enough, the screens exploded and Natasha dove in front of the desk, one hand cradling your head.

She saw the chip crackle with overloaded energy, your closed eyes fluttering open to see that through your fighting, her hair tie had been sliced and her beautiful red waterfalls of soft locks drifted down her shoulders.

Your breathing was ragged as you spoke. “Natasha… you should have stayed away. Why did you come back? We both know I don't matter!”

She cupped your cheek, frowning in light confusion. Didn't you know? “You matter to me!”

Tears welled in both of your eyes as you held her wrist softly, only for Dreykov to take back control. You gripped it tighter, using it to pull yourself up and slap Natasha across the face.

Your body moved towards the ledge but the chip was failing; your poison dosage was failing, and the jolts were signs of it. You faltered in your step as you regained brief control, standing no further than a metre from the ledge.

“Come on, Y/N. You’ve never listened to anyone in your entire life! Are you really going to start now?!” She scoffed, but her pleading tone never left.

You turned to face her, green flashing away. “You’re such an idiot.” You smiled softly.

“Yeah, I know.” She chuckled.

You hugged yourself tightly, Dreykov’s whispers fading in and out of your mind. Natasha took a small step towards you. “I’m going to take you home. You’re going to be safe, with me, like you always were.”

“P-Promise?” You stammered, two tears making tracks down your face.

“I promise!” She nodded frantically, holding her hand out to you.

“Tasha…” You reached for it, wanting to be back with her.

But electricity jolted at your neck and your wrist flexed up, away from her. Dreykov’s voice overpowered yours and you stood up straight, your neck cracking.

“Disappointing. Some creatures are destined only for destruction.” Your voices layered once more.

The chip self-destructed, sending thousands of volts through your neck and a blood-curdling shriek echoing into the halls and the entire facility. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

And you fell.

“NO!” Natasha yelled, but you smashed through the glass.

She didn’t hesitate to jump after you.

When she woke, she saw you lying limply on the cold ground a few metres away. Her head pounded, she was most definitely concussed, and when she tried to stand her deformed leg screamed in pain so she face-planted.

Still, she crawled over to you, sitting up to assess the damage done to you. “Y/N?” She asked shakily.

Your chest was moving rapidly, short and sharp breaths making her lungs burn with more than just pain. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” She pulled you in close to her, cradling your head against her shoulder whilst her other arm supported your back.

Footsteps surrounded her, but she simply cried into your shoulder. If this was to be your last moment on Earth, she would be here with you until the end.

“I am sorry for the needless waste, Natalia. It did not have to be like this.” Dreykov spoke through a Widow, clearly older than the others.

“Are you ready to cooperate?”

Natasha’s breath shook as she held you. Should she? Should she really cooperate with this man? Would he kill everyone she loved until he would?

Her mind continued to spiral whilst her heart took control.

He would have nothing by the time she was done with him.

The bright cyan in her eyes caused the controlled Widows to step back, the Bifrost opening up for her. She stood easily, holding you in one arm whilst the other rose to the heavens. Piece by piece, the suit unravelled onto her arms as electricity crackled around her form. Her hair fell into two thick braids, her helmet falling over them and her eyes, whilst her boots finished forming under her heels.

Mjolnir’s handle fell into her grasp, forming back together with every broken chunk glowing with pure power. At almost six foot four, the red cape settled by her ankles as she looked down at you.

Your breathing wasn’t as ragged anymore.

She swept you onto her shoulder before she attacked the Widows, the cracked Mjolnir splitting out with her attacks to wind them or put them on the floor. An elbow to the face here, the butt of the hammer's handle there, before she blasted five of them with enough electricity to send one to their grave.

She stood over the only conscious one, her sclera a sickly green as Dreykov watched through.

“You miscalculated, Dreykov.” She hissed, electrifying the girl just enough to put her to sleep.

She adjusted you into a bridle hold and found the Quinjet in the southwest corner, with Yelena and Wanda waiting for you both as they held off as many Widows as possible.

“Bozhe moi. (My God.)” Yelena gasped after they were all down.

“The Iron Maiden. She’s back.” Wanda guffawed, but noticed your limp form in her arms.

“Keep her safe, keep her still.” Natasha ordered, the two moving inside.

She lifted her hammer to the darkening skies, lightning connecting to Mjolnir before she threw it down and blew up the facility from the inside out, pure vengeance coursing through her veins at the mere thought of what they had done to you controlled or not.

She turned to walk inside, watching Yelena struggle juggling you and the ship. "Beta-01: Yelena Belova! Natasha, your Quinjet is being dumb!"

“Alpha-01: Natalia Alianovna Romanova.” Natasha spoke out into the room.

“Administrator confirmed. Welcome, Natasha Romanoff.”

“Hey, FRIDAY. Get us home.” She smiled gently before a red tendril wrapped around her wrist.

Wanda and Yelena had tears in their eyes as they sat on either side of your still form. Natasha came to you and lifted you into her arms, being gentle as she adjusted you.

“Come on, kotenok. You’re not done, not yet.” She cooed, pressing her forehead against yours.

“Time to come home.”

Wanda and Yelena moved back as Natasha began to glow, her entire form consumed in the Bifrost colours that soon consumed you too. Natasha’s light began to brighten exponentially, causing Wanda and Yelena to cover their eyes.

Once it was gone, they saw Natasha sitting in her torn-up suit, still holding you close.

A cough made Natasha’s happy tears form, your heterochromatic feline eyes making her smile.

“Hey, Natasha.” You grimaced, pressing your ear against her chest to make sure you weren’t seeing things.

She cried freely, as she had always done with you, before pulling you into a tight hug. You gasped slightly, but you wrapped your arms under and over her shoulders, nuzzling into her neck.

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Nightmares plagued your mind, only this time, it wasn’t Wanda doing it. Flashes of being submerged in a big green tank, bubbling heat consuming you whilst Widows held your thrashing form down.

“NATASHA!” You roared yourself awake, a pool of sweat collected on the bed underneath you.

You shook and curled in on yourself, and when the door opened and light landed on you, you flinched and hissed at it.

“Hey hey hey, it’s just me.” Natasha cooed, coming towards you quickly which made you flinch again.

“Easy, kotenok. Shh shh shh…” She soothed you, slowly raising her hands to touch your cut hair.

An instinctive yowl came from you but you took a few deep breaths before you fell into Natasha. Childhood memories flooded back as she comforted you - brushing through your mane of hair, gently running her fingers up and down your back, pulling your tail to wrap around her.

“I’m right here.” She murmured softly in your ear.

You wrapped your arms around her tightly and she winced, instantly making you let go. “What… What did I do?” You gasped gravelly.

Though you were stiff, you pulled Natasha down onto the bed. She didn’t fight you; this was what you needed. She did, however, gently pull up the back of her shirt, showing you the scabbing wounds that were your claw marks.

You looked all over her body, not just at those. Several claw marks grazed across her thigh, there were a few by her shoulder blade. All of this pain, you’d given it to her.

“I… I’m so sorry.” You slowly fell into a meltdown.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry, Tasha. I-I-I couldn’t control it, he was too strong.”

Natasha turned herself over at the sound of your tear-filled words, your face screwed into absolute guilt and regret. She gently pulled you down next to her, pulling the bedsheets on top of you both as you continued to cry.

She lifted her hand to your head and gently began to run her fingers through the short strands, scratching a few times behind your ears. She knew you were calmer when your tail curled around her leg, but she did not stop comforting you once.

“It was not your fault, Y/N. Do you hear me? It wasn’t you. Dreykov hurt me, Dreykov made me bleed, not you.” She murmured.

She waited until your meltdown was reduced to sniffles, still never stopping her ministrations. She gently kissed your cheek, pulling you even closer into her body, her own eyes pricking with tears.

“Purr for me, kotenok.”

You shook your head as it was nuzzled against her neck. “I-I can’t.”

“You can. I know it’s scary, knowing that you did it for him, but he is gone now. He can never hurt you or make you hurt anyone ever again.” She promised you, sealing it with a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Please purr for me.”

You tried a few times but it didn’t come out. You huffed slightly at yourself, Natasha withholding her chuckle at your cute angry face, until it broke through.

You tried it again. It happened.

Natasha nuzzled into your neck after she adjusted you to lie slightly on top of her. Her hands fell to your side and your tail instantly moved to curl around it, letting her scratch it softly. You purred gently because your chest was still sore from your fight, but it was enough for Natasha.

“Thank you. How are you feeling now?” She asked you quietly, moving a small strand of hair out of your face.

You didn’t answer her question, nuzzling against her instead. Everything inside of you was raging like a thunderous cloud, but Natasha was slowly shining her warmth. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” She murmured, softly rubbing up and down your back; even drawing small circles and lines. “I’ve got you.”

A/N: This is was going to be a mini-series based on She-Ra but I couldn't be bothered and I knew it would take way too long. So, you guys got the best bit imo :)

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