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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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screechcat · 1 year 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

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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

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-Series One-Shots-

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-Texts with Nat-

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annasfantasies · 3 months ago

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Mischief’s girl

/Loki x fem!Stark!reader

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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 · 4 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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naturesapphic · 2 months ago

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can you write mama!Natasha with a teething baby that chews and bites everything please

Headcannon: Mama!Nat with a teething baby and that bites everything

Mama!nat x baby!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, Kate and yelena being menaces to the team, mentions of breastfeeding

- you were around six months old and you started teething

- it broke her heart to see her baby in so much pain

- stole Tony’s black card so she could buy whatever toys and other essentials you need

- Tony wasn’t even mad because it hurt his heart (that he somewhat has-)

- Nat bought you all sorts of soothing toys and things for you to help with the pain

- the oral gel she got for you helps with the pain

- she’ll put some of the gel on the toys that you love to chew on and it seems to be the best way to help you

- since you are teething, you love to chew and bite on everything you see

- you are like a puppy that wants to get into everything which amuses everyone

- four sharp teeth starts to come out of your pink gums which shocks everyone on how fast they came and how sharp they are

- auntie yelena and Kate love to see what you can bite and what you can’t

- of course they will never give you something that will hurt you but they like to have a little fun with you

- if Natasha catches them, they will get a head smack and a nice talk on how to not to use her baby as an experiment

- yelena and Kate love handing you to the avengers and tell them to put their finger in your mouth (of course they wash their hands) and see what happens

- they will think you’ll nibble on it but they cry out in pain as you chomp onto their finger, making yelena and Kate laugh loudly

- Natasha loves to breastfeed you, it’s a beautiful bond between the mom and the baby but since you have four sharp teeth now, it’s been kinda difficult since you love to bite everything

- all in all, even though it was a painful experience for you and for your family, it was a beautiful cycle of life and everyone who cares about you got to see it in front of their eyes and to comfort you in anyway they can

A/n: thank you anon for this request! I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoyed it. I hope everyone else did too! More requests to come :) remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

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screechcat · 2 years 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!

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mutlifandomloverblog · 2 years ago

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MY FAVORITE SERIES! AAAAHHH

The Mystery Stark (Series)

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Besties/Platonic)

Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader (Besties/Platonic)

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Sibling)

Summary: Tony's sister that disappeared from his life when she was five reemerges. Tony's less than thrilled as he blames her for what became of their parents. Y/N's been trapped with Hydra and she was discovered by Nick Fury during an infiltration by SHIELD. She agreed to join the Avengers, but as long as he hid her true origins. She knew of her brothers resentment, and chose to accept it and all the negative to come with it being as the teams loyalty is to him. In the end she loved him more than anything, and she would never want to bring him pain. However a select few redheads are wary of Tony's warnings as they observe Y/N. Deeply curious how someone as soft and caring from behind the scenes could be the danger he made her out to be. What happens when the truth comes out? Love interest: Natasha Romanoff

TW: Mature Themes, Sexual themes, Violence, Blood, Gaslighting/Manipulation, mention of torture/abuse towards children. Toxic family dynamics.

Chapter 1: Where it all Changed

Chapter 2: Warm Welcomes

Chapter 3: The Dirty Truth

Chapter 4: Sneaky Redheads

Chapter 5: A Delicious Start

Chapter 6: A Rocky Finish

Chapter 7: Are You Okay

Chapter 8: The Little Things

Chapter 9: You Ready?

Chapter 10: Stinky

Chapter 11: Decisions to be Made

Chapter 12: Suit Up

Chapter 13: Co-Pilot

Chapter 14: Showtime

Chapter 15: Tick…

Chapter 16: … Tick …

Chapter 17: … Boom

Chapter 18: Lost in Translation

Chapter 19: Trapped in a Memory

Chapter 20: The Aftermath

Chapter 21: Imagine Me & You

Chapter 22: I Do

Chapter 23: Truth’s Out

Chapter 24: Home?

Chapter 25: Protective Mode Activated

Chapter 26: All

Chapter 27: My

Chapter 28: Firsts

Chapter 28.2: All Our Firsts 🥵🔥

Chapter 28.4: Taking Care of You

Chapter 29: You’re Home!!!

Chapter 30: Malen’koye Der’mo

Chapter 31: We Are Farmers

Chapter 32: Shine Bright

Chapter 33: Atomic Reunions

Chapter 34: I Got You

Chapter 35: All I Ever Wanted

Chapter 36: If The World Was Ending…

Chapter 37:… You’d Come Over Right?

Chapter 38: Another One Bites the Dust

Chapter 39: Never Got the Chance

Chapter 40: This House is NOT a Home

Chapter 41: Mind Games

Chapter 42: Sliver of Hope

Chapter 43: Don’t you Dare

Chapter 44: See You in a Minute

Chapter 45: Battle of a Lifetime

Chapter 46: Soul Link

Chapter 47: You’re Real?

Chapter 48: Forever With You..

Chapter 48.5: …It’s All I Need 🥵

Chapter 49: Girl’s Night

Chapter 50: Wanda-Zilla

Chapter 51: No Egg Rolls? All Problems!

Chapter 51.5: Honey… 🍯🥵

Chapter 51.7: … Mooning 🌚🥵

Chapter 52: Ya Lyublyu Tebya

Chapter 52.5: Our Happy Ending ❤️

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smalls-words · 2 years ago

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Chapter Nine: You Ready to Go to Church?

Summary: Whilst working, Natasha makes a few discoveries about herself. 1 - she's lonely. 2 - people come from all walks of life.

Pairings: Devil!Natasha x Fem!Detective!Reader, Natasha x Wanda, Reader x Steve (exes, co-parents), Yelena x Natasha (sisters).

Warnings: Blood, guns, drugs, death, mourning, therapy. Please let me know if I've missed anything!

A/N: This episode was quite a trek to write but semi-important. I won't be writing every episode of Lucifer for this series but I do seriously recommend watching it.

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The partying devil lay flat on the therapist’s couch, explaining the events of last night in great sensual detail. A pizza delivery boy getting his first experience on the job in a lingerie party, the party itself having three Brittanys, or Brittanies if you wish, and drugs, sex and alcohol of course.

“But I didn’t join them. Three Brittanies in a jacuzzi, three! And I didn’t join them.” Natasha grumbled, dressed in one of her more flattering suits that had a black, lace-hemmed corset top beneath her suit jacket, the buttons undone and tempting the doctor on the other side of the coffee table.

“Why do you think you didn’t join them?” Kate asked, sitting up straight in her chair with a neat pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, her raven locks tied back in a bun.

“I don't know, Doctor. That's what I pay you to figure out, isn't it?” Natasha huffed, sitting up.

“Have you ever considered that all of this… excessive partying… may be your attempt to fill a void?” Kate offered. “‘Attempt’? I filled five voids last night.” The devil smirked, folding one knee over the other.

The doctor sighed. “That’s not what I mean.” When Natasha looked at her with a confused expression, Kate further explained. “A void in your emotional life. You sound… lonely, Natasha.”

The redhead almost cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy. “‘Lonely’? Have... have you been listening to a word I've said? I am never alone, I'm constantly surrounded by people, you know? I party whenever I desire, my bed is never cold.” She said with an exasperated sigh.

“Natasha, being alone and being lonely are two entirely different things.”

“Are they?”

“Of course. You may be surrounded by others, but… do you truly consider any of those people your friend? A peer you respect, someone you like to spend time with. Someone… with whom you share a meaningful connection.” Kate softened her voice, seeing how this was new territory for Natasha.

In classic devil nature, Natasha smirked. “Well, you and I connect quite well.”

Kate immediately shut it down. “I'm talking personally. …What about Wanda?”

Natasha’s smirk fell flat. “No. She and I are on the outs, I'm afraid. Long story filled with betrayal. You actually make a cameo in it.”

“How about Detective Valeria? Do you consider her your friend?” The doctor replied, staying calm despite the frustrated woman in front of her.

“Well, quite honestly, I... I'm not sure what we are.” She murmured.

Kate smiled gently. “Why don’t you try finding out?”

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After her therapy session, Natasha made her way back to Lux to enjoy a glass of her newest scotch ordered from Scotland, though it didn’t help that someone was already there. As she walked along the corridor, Wanda came running up the stairs in a strapless dress and thigh-high fishnet stockings. “Natasha? Listen, can we tal-?”

“I don't have time for traitors.” Natasha cut her off, her words almost a hiss.

“Look, I get that you don't want to talk to me. But someone else is here to see you for a favour.”

“Not in the mood, Wanda.”

“Trust me.You don't want to miss this one.”

When Natasha finally looked down at Wanda, there was a flash of demonic happiness in her eyes. Her irises glowed their swirling red, and she gently turned Natasha’s head by her chin to see a man waiting for her in the main club area.

“Be gone.” Natasha muttered to Wanda, a simple wave of her hand before Wanda made herself scarce.

Natasha slowly came down the stairs, tying up her hair whilst she buttoned up her suit jacket. If this was official business, she’d look official for it.

“You wanted to speak with me?” She declared herself known to the man.

As he stood, his bald head and dark skin tone reminded her of someone she knew by blood. He wore a suit, much like her own, though far more formal - and she didn’t wear a clerical collar either.

“Natasha Romanoff. I’m Father Frank Lawrence.” He introduced himself politely, a smooth slick to his baritone voice as he held out his hand to shake.

She didn’t shake it, instead chuckling. “A priest walks into a bar. I've heard this one before. Never seen it, though. At least, not here.”

She dawdled around to the other side of the bar, pouring herself some whiskey since the scotch had yet to be unpacked. “Padre, how did you of all people find me?”

“Don't let the collar fool you.” He gestured to it minutely. “I have friends from all walks of life. And some of these friends tell me you're the woman to see when you run out of options.”

“Ooh, what kind of nasty trouble have you gotten yourself into then? Pinched too much from the collection basket?” She teased.

“I'm here about a neighbourhood youth center.” Father Frank explained.

“Sounds dreadful.” Natasha grumbled, sipping the whiskey.

“It is... especially when you realise it's being used as a front for an illegal drug operation. The center's director, Lenny Arietta, is recruiting kids from my church to move his product.”

She tsked. “Ah, so this is about young boys, of course it is.”

“One in particular. A kid named Connor. He's had it rough. Lost both his parents at six. Bounced from home to home, some juvie. But deep down, a good kid.” He paused and pulled out his cell phone, a picture already loaded once unlocked.

The devil put down her whiskey and studied the image. A white young male, no more than 16 or 17. A blue beanie covered blonde hair, a grey shirt with a skull on it and blue collar hems, whilst he had a black zip-up hoodie with white drawstrings.

“So, diddling this one, are you?” She asked, handing the phone back.

He chuckled dryly, taking the phone back. “How about I not dignify that with an answer, and instead ask my favour?”

“Thank fuck, I was wondering when you'd get to it.” She grumbled, pouring another glass of whiskey.

“I want you to talk to Arietta before Connor gets involved.”

“And why not go to the police? Got something to hide, do you?”

“They were useless. Couldn't find anything on Arietta.”

Natasha felt a bit protective when he said that the police were useless. She knew that if you had been given this case, you would have tried your damned hardest to solve it. She just knew it.

“Why not ask your boss then, hey? The Almighty Himself.” She smirked, pointing at the ceiling but not looking at it.

“I already have.” He answered.

“Oh, no luck?”

“On the contrary - I believe he led me to you.”

She chuckled heartily. “Oh, I highly doubt that. So that's it, is it? Stop a drug ring to help some kid get out of trouble.”

Father Frank sat down as Natasha rounded the bar again, coming closer to him before she grinned lightly. “What's in it for you? What is it you really want? That dirty dark desire I can see you struggling to hold in.”

She watched with glee as her mojo worked on the priest, his eyes glazing over slightly. “What I really want… is to put my fist through Arietta's face.”

“Ha! And there it is. Wrath.” She grinned deviously, pleased with herself. “Ooh, not so high and mighty now, are you?”

“We all have demons inside.” He murmured, like he was shamefully admitting that fact.

She shrugged. “My demon tends the bar. So come on, what else are you hiding? Hypocrites like you always have something.”

“You don't know anything about me.”

“Oh, I know plenty. You and I are natural sworn enemies.”

He sighed. “Let’s cut to the chase - you gonna help me or not?”

“My answer to you, Father, is a big fat no. Handle it yourself.” She said, mocking his title before she walked off. “Wanda?! Are the Brittanies still here?!”

“No - but Valeria called.” Wanda echoed through the halls.

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“You're lucky I don't have any active cases, or else I'd send this to Narcotics.” You grumbled as you walked with Natasha up the ramp of the youth centre, dressed in your black jeans, jacket, a blue-black striped long sleeve with your badge and gun in its holster.

“Narcotics? No, no, no, no. I don't give a damn about the drug dealer. We're here to investigate the priest.” Natasha clarified.

“Priest? I thought we were here to talk to the youth director.” You raised an eyebrow at her, questioning her motive for this case.

“We are. To get dirt on the priest. He must be hiding something. And what better way to stick it to dear old Dad than prove that those who speak on His behalf aren't as virtuous as they pretend to be?” She grinned.

You sighed as you approached the youth director’s office. “You thought it'd be a good idea to rope me into your imaginary family feud? Great.”

“Look, am I mistaken or do you catch bad guys? Now, this priest is up to something. Something nefarious... I can feel it.” Natasha said, looking at the passing children with a slightly disgusted expression.

“Last I checked, your feelings don't count as probable cause.” You remarked, knocking on the double doors to the office.

“Well, isn't the fact that he came to me probable cause enough? Or I could just interrogate this youth director by myself.” Natasha shrugged, knocking the door before you could stop her.

“No, just let me do the talking. Mr. Arietta?” You called through the door, checking the handle to find it locked.

“Hmm. Well, if I were trapped in here with these vile children, I'd lock my door as well.” She smirked. You bent down and looked through the small glass gap of the door, scattered papers littering the floor as well as some knocked over science glassware. But just when you were about to pull away, you spotted a pair of legs lying face down on the floor.

“Back up.” You muttered to Natasha before you raised your foot and kicked in the door, the lock snapping on its way open.

“Well, Detective.” Natasha grinned before following you inside, momentarily staring at your legs and wondering about the strength they held.

“Look.” You said, alarmed at the sight of Arietta’s limp form on the ground.

You knelt down, stunned at the pool of blood by his head, and pressed two fingers to his carotid artery. “He's dead.” You uttered before pulling out your phone and calling it in.

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“M.E. puts the time of Arietta's death between 11:30 and 12:00 this morning.” You said to Natasha as she stood by you, crime techs working the scene methodically.

“Cause was multiple hits with a baseball bat. There are some abrasions on his face, so it looks like he struggled before he died. And I found this.”

“Ooh, what's that?” Natasha cooed like a pirate finding treasure, taking the small device but being careful to keep her fingers on the latex glove around it.

“It's a voice modulator. Hey, can you not do that?” You grumbled as she spoke into it.

“Detective, I am your father.” Her voice came out deeper and incredibly modulated, her chuckle afterwards making you shake your head.

“It's not a toy, Natasha. It could be evidence.”

“Well, I'm impressed. Looks like the priest handled it himself after all.”

“We don't know if the priest did this.”

“Well, maybe you don't.”

“Detective Valeria?” A crime tech called for you at the door just as you were about to get annoyed with Natasha.

You handed off the voice modulator to a crime tech and went to the door, a person waiting for you yet you didn’t wait for Natasha to follow.

“Hey, you're the head counsellor, right?” You said just as Natasha went under the tape.

“Uh, yeah. I’m Eric Doyle.” The man introduced himself, an overweight yet ‘gentle giant’ nature to his stature with a cropped haircut, a grey polo and jeans on whilst a clean watch was clasped on his wrist.

“Any idea who might've done this?” You asked him, folding your arms.

“No. I mean, everyone liked Lenny. He was a good boss.” He replied.

“So, he had no enemies whatsoever, no? Especially any who wear clerical collars?” Natasha snickered lightly at her obvious meaning.

Doyle’s face showed that he recognised the name. “So you know about the priest.”

“Oh, yes.” The devilish woman nodded, excited now that there was another lead in her favour.

“Yeah, that guy's always coming around here and getting into arguments with Lenny. But he's a priest, so… not much I can do about it.”

“Right. Mr. Doyle, where were you between 11:30 and 12:00 this morning?” You questioned, getting on with it.

“Uh... here. In counselling sessions with, uh, Nikki and Connor.”

“Connor? That's the altar boy from the priest's photo.” Natasha murmured.

Behind you, two officers were keeping away two teenagers. As you approached, you relinquished the officers and asked them for their names. Funnily enough, they were Nikki and Connor.

“So, is it, is it true Mr. Arietta's dead?” Connor asked slowly.

“Well, duh, dumbass.” Nikki scoffed, dressed in very emo-esque clothes, particularly the ‘SKATE OR DIE’ on her shirt next to a Dia de Los Muertos skull.

“It is. Yeah. Did you know him well?” You asked, trying to be gentle.

“A little, I guess. He- he- I mean, he ran the place.” Connor shrugged.

“Do you know if Mr. Arietta was involved in any drug activity?”

“Drugs?” Nikki laughed. “I mean, I wish he was. That would've made him more interesting.”

Natasha chuckled. “Okay. Enough about the dead guy. Tell me everything you know about Padre Pederast.” She pointed at Connor.

“Who?”

“Father Frank. Did you see him do this? Do you think he's capable?” She sighed, annoyed at his young teenage boy's mind for not catching up.

“Father Frank? Kill Mr. Arietta? No. No way.”

Nikki scoffed. “What do you mean "no way"? The guy's a creeper and totally obsessed with you.”

“He's just overprotective. Ever since my parents died, he feels like he's got to watch out for me or something. But he's a good guy. He's just a little... just a little annoying.” Connor shrugged.

“See? Annoying.” Natasha looked at you.

“Mm-hmm.” You lazily answered her. “When was the last time you saw him?”

“Uh, he... Here this morning.” Connor stuttered.

“Yeah, preacher seemed pretty pissed.” Nikki added.

You sighed, thanking the two before you went with Natasha to the station to look up the preacher, using the devil to help ID him visually.

“That's him. Frank Lawrence. The most evil of people have the most normal names, I've experienced. Beware anyone named Keith.” Natasha warned you, to which you nodded sceptically.

“Well, his criminal record's pretty extensive. assault and battery, disorderly conduct, drug charges.”

“See? Not very priest-like.”

“But nothing in the past ten years.” You added, searching the screen to find a very important document. “Ah, a restraining order filed by Lenny Arietta last week.”

“Ah, well, it's funny how Padre Punchy failed to mention a restraining order.” Natasha snickered. “Please tell me now we have enough to bring this priest down.”

“We have enough to bring him in. You ready to go to church?” You grinned, grabbing your jacket.

“Bringing down a priest is the only reason I ever would.”

“In. Bring him in.”

Natasha rolled her eyes lightly. “Yes, bring him in so we can bring him down. You’re no fun sometimes.”

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In the underground police parking lot, Malcolm stood and waited impatiently for his visitor. “I know you're there. What, are you watching over me? Like my own guardian angel.”

From the shadows, Yelena appeared, expressionless, in a neat blue suit with a white corset top, along with a few simple-banded gold rings on her fingers.

“Yeah. Grumpy guardian angel.” Malcolm mumbled.

“Forgotten about our deal, Malcolm? Because I brought you back from the dead for a single purpose.” She said, her accent making the man uneasy.

“Yeah, about that, I've... been meaning to ask. Why me?”

She raised a single eyebrow. “Why you?”

“Yeah. I mean, uh, I must be something special for you to go to all that trouble.” He grinned.

She chuckled darkly. “Don't flatter yourself. You're simply… in a unique position to do what I need done.”

His ego deflated at her words. “'Cause I'm a cop.”

“That, yeah.” She nodded, circling him. “And because… I know you'll do anything to avoid going back to Hell.”

When she stopped behind him, he stiffened at her breath on his neck. “Now, stop bothering me with these questions and just finish the task I've given you.”

Malcolm stepped forward to get away from her, turning whilst chuckling sheepishly. “Don't you worry your pretty little head. I'm already on it, all right? Everything's going according to plan.”

Yelena began to walk away before she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him. “Don't keep me waiting. Patience…” She chuckled. “She is not one of my virtues.”

Malcolm sighed, closing his eyes. “I promise you, I... I got this.” He stuttered because when he opened his eyes…

Yelena was gone.

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“Miss Valeria, Miss Romanoff, surprised to see you again.”

“Oh, I wouldn't miss this for the world.” Natasha grinned deviously at the priest.

“Father Frank, when was the last time you saw Lenny Arietta?” You asked him, ignoring Natasha’s jokes.

“This morning.”

“Despite the restraining order.”

“I answer to a higher authority.” He argued slightly.

“Not today you don't.” Natasha sang teasingly.

You gave her one glance and she rolled her eyes, putting her hands in her pockets as she let you question the priest. “What happened when you saw him?”

“We exchanged words. Things got a little heated.”

“What were you fighting about?”

“That altar boy of his, of course.” Natasha chuckled.

You ignored Natasha again. “Why were you fighting over Connor?”

“Because I'm worried that Arietta's gonna pull Connor into his drug ring.” He said, the words suspiciously identical to his last reasoning.

“So, what, you give him a right hook?” Natasha smirked, pointing at his bandaged hand.

Father Frank lowered his head. “Sadly, I did.”

“And then what?” You asked, folding your arms.

“And then I left.”

“Ooh, no, no, no, I think you skipped a part, didn't you?” Natasha chimed in. “You know, the part where you beat him to death with a baseball bat?”

“He's dead?” Father Frank asked, shocked. “Oh, Heavenly Father.” He murmured, painting the cross on his chest.

Natasha rolled her eyes (it seems she likes doing that). “Oh, come on. How gullible do you think we are?”

Father Frank shook his head. “I had troubles with the man, but he didn't deserve to die. And I certainly didn't kill him.”

You sighed, trying to de-escalate the situation. “Can you account for your whereabouts between 11:30 and 12:00 this morning?”

Father Frank thought for a moment. “Uh, I was here. Taking confessions. Mrs. Madison had a lot to say, took up the whole hour.”

Natasha sighed. “By chance, does Mrs. Madison have a limo driver?”

The priest looked at her, confused at how she knew that. “She does.”

“Damn. Just spoke to his alibi.” Natasha said to you.

“You- What?” You muttered.

“The MILF in confession.” She added, pointing to the confession box where a woman stepped out, fixing her ruffled hair and dress as well as her lipstick.

You sighed, poking your finger on the bridge of your nose three times in frustration. “Oh, great. Yeah, as much as I'm sure that followed protocol, I'm still gonna have to question her myself.”

You turned to the priest. “Father, I'm gonna need you to come into the station for a statement.”

After Father Frank collected his jacket and valuables, you and Natasha walked with him outside of the church to your cars. However, your head perked up at the sound of screeching tires, and you spotted a handgun being pointed out of a car window.

“Get down!” You called out, shoving Natasha and Father Frank to the ground before getting down yourself.

A full round unloaded from the gun, a stray bullet hitting the bus stop shelter glass before the driver took off. You jumped up, and though you tried, you could not get a full plate number off of the speeding car.

“And you wonder why I don't go to church.” Natasha sighed, readjusting her suit and corset top.

After three police vehicles turned up and cornered off the church main entrance as a crime scene, you went inside to talk to some people. You sent a crime tech to search the partial of the plate you had, along with the model of the car before finding Natasha by the pews.

“So I spoke to Father Frank's alibi. Checks out. He was in confession with Mrs. Madison from 11:00 to 12:00. He's not our guy.”

Natasha sighed. “Well, maybe she's lying. I mean, you know the sort of people that go to church. Sinners.” She tried to joke, but you didn’t seem to be in the mood.

“Lab results from the voice modulator came back empty. No prints, no DNA. Whoever did this is good.”

“What, so you think this shooting and the youth director's death are connected?”

“We know they have at least one thing in common.” You said calmly, walking up to Father Frank as he sat in the front pew.

“Father, you will be relieved to know that no one was injured.”

“Oh, thank God.” He sighed in relief.

Natasha grumbled. “Please don't.”

You looked sternly at the priest. “Now, Father… this wasn't a random attack. They were shooting at you. But you don't seem surprised. What aren't you telling us?”

He stood whilst pulling out his phone, holding it out and putting it on speaker. “Keep your nose out of our business or else.” A distorted voice came through before the voicemail ended.

“The voice modulator from Arietta's office. You should have gone to the police with this.” You scolded lightly.

“I assumed it was Arietta, and I'm not afraid of him. But if it's The Spider…” Father Frank trailed off.

“Spider?”

“I've heard whispers of another dealer trying to take over Arietta's business. People call him ‘The Spider.’ Scary, violent reputation.”

“Do you know who this Spider is?”

“I don't.”

You studied him for a moment. His eyes couldn’t meet yours and his shaking head showed fear. “You're holding something back, Father. I can tell.”

“I have a confession to make.” He hurried out.

“Finally!” Natasha cheered. “Well, the truth will set you free... isn't that what your beloved book says?”

“I lied when I said Connor was in danger of becoming involved. He already is. Dealing for Arietta.”

“What, that's it? Oh, please don't tell me that's what you've been holding back all this time.” The redhead looked disappointed.

“Wait. If Connor's already in deep, why go to all this trouble to protect him?” You asked.

“He's had it rough. Thinks he can only rely on himself. He's a good kid, Detective. There's still hope for him.”

You shook your head. “Father, you were today's target. We need to worry about your safety first. Do you have a place to stay? We can offer police protection.”

“I'm fine right here. This... is my sanctuary.” He sighed, sitting back down.

“Well, your sanctuary just got shot to high heaven, Padre.” Natasha chuckled. “But if you're looking to lay low, I believe I know just the place.”

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Natasha smirked at Father Frank as he sat in the same booth he met the devil in, strippers dancing in front of them dressed as nuns… initially. They had kept the veils and coifs on, but underneath was nothing but dark red lingerie as they danced to Do Ya Thang Girl by DJ Jubilee.

“Thought this might make you feel more at home, you know.” Natasha smirked at the priest as she sipped on her scotch.

“Sure you did.” Father Frank chuckled.

You walked past the strippers and into the booth, sliding in next to Natasha. “Hey.” You greeted her, to which she gave you a gentle smile.

“Malyshka.” She greeted you back.

“So, partial plates from the shooter's SUV came back with a couple matches. But this is interesting, one of them was recently reported stolen outside the youth center.”

“Oh, so you think someone inside's responsible.”

“I think it's too much of a coincidence not to be, but I ordered traffic cam footage, so hopefully it'll show us who was driving.”

“Hopefully.” Natasha grinned, her eyes falling onto the stripper in front of her.

Your eyes even had a little wander before returning to the task at hand. “Couldn't resist, huh?”

“Well, the man deserves some fun.” The devil grinned.

“Or you still want to prove he's a hypocrite.

“Well, what can I say? Temptation's in my nature.”

Natasha’s eyes fell onto yours and you held her gaze for a moment. In that moment, you felt safe, like being in this lustful partying bar was the safest place on Earth purely because Natasha was there.

“Hmm. And how's that working out for you?” You grinned, looking at Father Frank.

His head was nodding along to the music, his hand tapping on his thigh. Natasha seemed confused by his clear delight at the sensual song. “Padre, does this not bother you?”

“What can I say? I love this song.” Father Frank chuckled.

As the night dragged on, the three of you were having a wonderful time. You even had a drink with them, Natasha ‘accidentally’ making herself sit on your right whilst Father Frank was on your left, keeping you safe.

“You sure you're gonna be okay in here, Father?” You asked, the case coming to the forefront of your mind.

“This? Oh, absolutely. I grew up in places like this.” He excused.

“Oh, I find that hard to believe.” Natasha snickered, sipping on a new whiskey flavour.

He shook his head at her before his posture looked like he was starting a story. “No one's born a priest. Before the cloth, I was just Frank Lawrence, a touring musician.”

“Really? Let me guess... cowbell.” She replied.

“Close. Piano. Good old rock and roll. Opened for Dylan, Bowie, the Stones…”

“The Rolling Stones?”

“Yep. It was a crazy time, let me tell you.” Father Frank chuckled. “I was a lot like you, really.”

As Natasha finished her whiskey, she shook her head with a wry smile. “That's literally impossible.”

“Thought the fun would never stop.” He sighed, a sad expression filling his eyes. “Then, uh…”

“Father, you don't have to…” You murmured, putting a comforting hand on top of his injured hand’s wrist.

“No, no, no, no. Go on.” Natasha interjected.

The priest nodded, giving you a comforting smile. “Car accident. Ten years ago. I was travelling with Connor and his family. Uh, Connor's dad was a drummer, we used to play together. Another car swerved into our lane and, uh… Connor lost both his parents that night.”

Your expression fell into a remorseful one. You couldn’t imagine losing someone like that.

“My daughter was with us, too. She didn't make it, either.”

Let alone your child.

“Thought I'd seen some dark days. Nothing compared to losing my little girl. My heart just... cracked right open.”

His whole body went still. His eyes didn’t blink, his chest barely moved. The memories were as fresh as yesterday’s breakfast for him, even if they were a decade ago.

“That pain…” You muttered, shaking your head. “I’m so sorry, Father.”

“Well, you must have been awfully angry at your beloved God.” Natasha said, a slight anger to her tone but not directed at Father Frank.

“I was so... untethered. Lost. Turning to Him is what saved me.” He replied, wearing a fake but gentle smile.

“So... hold on. God stole your spawn and then you decided to worship Him?”

“I can't really explain it, but somehow it made me feel that she was safe. That's when I discovered my faith. The church gave me purpose. It was there that I crossed paths with Connor again. Me, a parent without a child; him, a child without a parent.”

You smiled softly. “You connected with him.”

He nodded. “We might not always understand it, but God has a plan.”

Natasha sighed. “Yes. I know. But why does everybody always think it's a good plan?”

Suddenly, your phone began to ring and you cleared your throat from the emotion that Father Frank’s story had brought up. “Please excuse me, Father.”

He nodded, though you didn’t need his permission, and you left to take the phone call.

“So, can we just go back to this absurd notion that you and I are in any way similar?” Natasha asked.

“You're right. We're not.”

“Thank you!”

“I'm probably a much better piano player than you are.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow before she looked around the club. Her piano was in the centre of the floor but it was too packed and loud for the two. She turned to the human bartender and told him that she’d be upstairs if you needed her.

“Well come on then, Padre. Let’s test your silly theory.” She smirked, leading him up to the penthouse.

Of course, she let Father Frank play first, his fingers dancing over the keys with the practised grace of an experienced player; though, Knocking on Heaven’s Door wasn’t wonderful for her ears.

“D-Do you know anything that doesn't make me want to, you know, impale myself? Like, uh... Something more upbeat. Something a bit, um... I mean, like, uh…” She shrugged, sitting down on the top side of the piano seat.

Immediately, she grinned as a song came to mind, playing a wilder melody of Mess Around by Ray Charles.

“Oh. I think I know what you mean.” Father Frank matched her grin, beginning to play the bottom side of the song in a similar jive and rhythm.

“Something like that?”

“Yeah.” She smirked.

“Okay.”

As they played, Natasha was impressed. “Father has got soul.”

“You ain't seen nothing yet.”

“Oh? Would you like to take the top?”

“Why not? Excuse me.”

As they swiftly swapped places, with Father Frank playing a glissando up the keys whilst Natasha spun around him to sit on the bottom side, she laughed heartily.

Though she wouldn’t admit it aloud, she was having fun with this soulful priest.

It was then that you appeared in the elevator, though neither of them noticed. You were happily surprised by the sight before you, tapping your finger in your pocket to the rhythm as you came to lean on the bar beside the piano. After a few more seconds of playing, Natasha noticed you out of the corner of her eye and immediately stopped playing.

“Oh.” Father Frank chuckled, looking between the two of you.

“Hi.” Natasha said after clearing her throat, putting her stoic face back on.

“Hi.” You greeted softly, giving her a knowing warm smile as if to say ‘I caught you having fun with the priest, hypocrite’.

Natasha cleared the air with her shrug. “Yeah, well, I suppose that wasn't completely terrible.” She directed at Father Frank.

“Not completely.” He laughed, patting her shoulder gently.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Father Frank's story about The Spider checks out, and I got a lead so we should go.” You said, looking at Natasha.

She nodded and grabbed her jacket, patting Father Frank’s shoulder. “Well, you stay here. You need the practice.”

And the two of you left with the priest’s hearty laugh echoing in the penthouse.

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Upon exit of your car into a hidden skate park, you walked beside Natasha and mentally noted how she scanned the premises. “I talked to Narcotics and one of their CI's said The Spider's rumoured to hang out here.”

“Well, I don't know why you had to bring me along.” She said.

“What, are you anxious to get back to your new friend?” You teased.

She scoffed. “Please. The Devil friends with a priest? That's absurd.”

“It's absurdly adorable. You know, it's okay to admit you like the guy.”

“He's everything that I stand against, Detective.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes we get along best with the people we're most different from.” You shrugged.

As you scanned the place, Natasha observed you. You looked tired, a bit frazzled even. when she saw a man looking at your ass, she took a step towards you, glaring at him with the fury of a thousand suns.

If only her eyes were glowing. That would shock him into being a decent member of society.

“Look.” You said, pulling her out of her glare to look through the crowd.

“Oh. Little Miss Sunshine from the youth center.” She chuckling.

“Yeah, Nikki.”

“What's that she's doing?”

You watched her hands move swiftly between people before sighing. “Drug deal. And a smooth one. Maybe she's The Spider.”

“Ooh, black widow, then. Lovely.” Natasha grinned, about to stride forward and confront her but you held her back.

“Wait. She's giving it to someone else.” You muttered, pulling her back.

You pressed up against her chest, trying to minimise your visibility from Nikki. Natasha looked down at you, perplexed, her cheeks a little red as she tried to keep it down.

“To Connor.” You realised, seeing the boy accept the money from Nikki.

Then his eyes fell on you. With fear or rage or something in his eyes, he pulled out a gun and shot into the ceiling, sending the crowd into a frenzy.

“Get down!” You yelled, pulling out your own.

Though the crowd was working against you as you tried to squeeze through a gap between the people rushing out of the fenced skate ramp and the fence itself. You raced through the back door where Nikki and Connor went through, but the alley was empty.

“Gone. Great.” You sighed, putting your gun back in your holster.

“Why was the black widow giving her cash to altar boy?” Natasha asked, checking the alleyway with her glowing eyes as you checked your ringing phone.

“You never want to carry dr*gs and money on you at the same time. Makes you a target.” You opened your phone. “Or because Connor's The Spider.”

Natasha stopped glowing her eyes, satisfied that nobody was nearby, and looked back at you.

“Traffic cam footage.” You showed her your phone, a clear photo of Connor in the driver’s seat with a gun in hand.

“Ah, from the church shooting. So the boy the priest was trying to protect is the one who tried to kill him? Well, isn't that an ironic kick in the cassock?”

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When you returned to Lux, Father Frank was evidently shocked at the news by the way his hands shook whilst he held your tablet in his hands. “This doesn't prove Connor's The Spider.” He said firmly, giving you back the tablet which had Connor’s photos on it.

“It's pretty damning, Father. And it's enough for the APB that just went out. Connor's been declared armed and dangerous.”

“Armed and dangerous? The boy needs to be helped, convinced to turn himself in.”

“Father, he shot at you. He fired into a room full of kids.”

“Yes, but he shot up, didn't he?”

You sighed, knowing he felt for this kid as if he was his son. “We'll do everything we can to bring him in peacefully. I promise you that.”

Father Frank sighed too. “If you'll excuse me, I... need some air.”

Natasha wandered over with three drinks of whiskey in her hands, offering to the priest but denied. She then turned to you, smiling gently. “Drink, malyshka?”

You shook your head. “I have some digging to do. Will you watch over him until I get back?”

“What?” She huffed. “You want me to babysit the priest?”

You smirked as you retreated into the elevator. “I babysit you all the time.”

Natasha mumbled grumpily to herself as she walked towards her balcony, standing right next to Father Frank as he held a cigarette in the other hand.

“Need a light?” She offered.

He chuckled dryly. “No, thanks. Quit years ago. Still enjoy the ritual, though. Always keep one on me.”

She nodded, putting her lighter back in her pocket. “Please tell me you didn't come out here to talk to Him.”

“God? Why not? This is as good a spot as any.”

Natasha laughed, shaking her head. “Right.” She did pause though, looking at him with curiosity. “Does He, uh... does He ever talk back?”

He was quiet before answering. “I don't need to hear Him to... hear Him. If you know what I mean.”

“Well, yes, He never talks to me, either. Listen, um…” She said to quickly change topics. “Sorry about the altar boy. Surely you know you're not to blame. I mean, some people are just... beyond saving.”

“That's where you're wrong. There's still hope for him.”

She sipped on her drink, giving him a doubtful expression. “He shot up your church, he's most likely running a drug ring behind your back, and, oh, yes, killed a man.”

“I don't believe that.” Father Frank countered.

“Look, what if it's true?”

“Then he needs me even more.”

She scoffed, looking at him like he was a freak. “How can you still have faith in this boy?”

“God has faith in him. In all of us. Even in our darkest moments.”

“Oh, you really believe that.”

“I do.” He answered back quickly. “Why don't you?”

Her face fell stoic once again. “Because He didn't have faith in me.”

“Hmm.I felt that way once, too. But now I know, deep in my heart, God has a plan for me.”

“Oh, His plan for me was quite clear.” She scoffed, glaring at the cloudy sky for a moment.

“How do you know it's finished?” The priest chuckled.

Natasha stood there in silence, pondering his words and views. In her head, it possibly made sense that the plan for her wasn’t over. But the hatred and betrayal in her heart threw that thought into the garbage disposal, hoping that it could be as easily forgotten as it was learned.

“Excuse me. One of my parishioners, uh, a lot of them are still upset about the shooting.” Father Frank held up his phone.

Yeah. Don’t… Don’t worry about it.” She muttered, leaning on the balcony as he entered the elevator to take the phone call.

Pressing the ground button with determination on his face.

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After finding out Father Frank was no longer in Natasha’s custody, you quickly drove to the club and found Natasha.

“Why would he do that? Why would he just run away?” You scoffed, collecting the devil to the bar.

“Wanda, the priest, have you seen him?” Natasha asked the demon at the bar doing stocktake.

“So you're talking to me now?” She said bitterly.

Natasha glanced at you before glaring her glowing eyes at Wanda. “Have you seen him?!”

Wanda relinquished and bowed her head slightly, just enough for Natasha to be pleased and stop glowing her eyes. “He was down here on his phone. Heard him talking to someone named Connor. He left to go meet him.”

“He left? Where to?” You asked, though Wanda ignored you.

“Maybe he's trying to convince Connor to turn himself in.” You said to Natasha.

“No. He's probably trying to hide the little miscreant. Put his faith in God, not the police.” She scoffed.

“Why do you care about a priest?” Wanda sneered.

“I don't.” Natasha bit back, tempted to glow her eyes again.

“Where would he hide him? Where would he hide Connor?” You muttered to yourself.

“Somewhere he considers safe, I assume.” The devil shrugged.

It clicked in your head. “Sanctuary.”

You stormed out to your car, thankful that the valet hadn’t moved it, and jumped into the driver’s seat. You kept your lights and sirens off, and drove quietly along the street to the church.

“Malysh.” Natasha said quietly, trying to steady your shaking hand by putting hers on top. “Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to get involved with a shooting again? Jimmy did a number on your shoulder.”

You looked over at her briefly before driving, though not moving her hand from yours. “I’ll be okay. I did some extra exercises at the department.”

“Okay.” She said, though still worried.

As you stepped out of the car, you stormed up the stairs and pulled Natasha in behind you. “Behind me, always. You are not getting shot on my watch.”

You leaned in by the window of the front entrance door, seeing Father Frank with his hands in the air, with Connor pointing a gun at him. You snuck in quietly through the door, crouching to the floor so that you were no higher than the pews.

“You don't want to do this. I know you. This isn't you.” Father Frank reasoned with Connor.

“Sorry, I don't have a choice, okay? I have to do this.”

“I get it. You don't think you can rely on anyone else to survive... but you're not alone. I'm here for you, whenever you need me, son.”

“I don't need you! Okay? I don't need anybody!” He said, with a strained tone to his voice.

“Go on, then, shoot the altar boy.” Natasha murmured in your ear. “In the leg or something, obviously.” She added after you shushed her.

“Just do it, Connor. Pull the damn trigger already.” A voice said before a familiar face came from the right side of the church.

“That's Eric Doyle. That's our Spider.” You realised.

“The counsellor.” Natasha muttered.

“You know, Nikki… I trust her. But you? I think you're too attached to this preacher. You're gonna have to show me that you're not.” Doyle spoke to Connor, like a devil on his shoulders.

“No shot from here.” You told Natasha, moving closer to the scene.

“I know you, Connor. That drive-by, you intentionally missed me, didn't you?” Father Frank asked calmly.

“Stop talking. Please.” Connor whimpered, his hand shaking around the gun.

Doyle sighed. “Make him stop talking. It's really easy.”

“You couldn't do it then, and you don't want to do it now. God's giving you a second chance right here.” The priest whispered, trying to coax the boy towards him.

“E-Enough with the sermon, preacher! Connor, just shoot this son-of-a-bitch already.” The Spider huffed.

“Just follow your heart, son. I have faith in you.”

You slowly crept behind the front pew, gun in hand and eyes lasered onto Connor’s gun.

With a few trembling breaths and shaky hands, Connor lowered it and faced Eric. “I can't do it, Doyle. I'm sorry.” He said, dropping the gun.

Doyle sighed. “I'm sorry, too, kid. I can't allow weakness, not when I've just taken control.”

As he pulled out a gun, Father Frank pulled Connor backwards and behind him, stepping in front.

“No!” He yelled as Doyle fired the gun.

Straight into his heart.

You shot Doyle in the stomach, rendering him useless as you kicked away his gun. He wouldn’t die, though he would hurt.

“Hands up. Get down on the ground.” You told Connor, trying to be firm but gentle as he did exactly as you asked.

“Father!” Natasha yelled, rushing to his side. “No, no, no, you idiot! The bloody hell were you thinking?!”

“This is Unit 831 at St. Morgan's Church. We need two ambos, code 4.” You called into your phone, putting the phone down but letting it continue.

“Don't go anywhere, you moron!” Natasha growled at Father Frank, his suit quickly becoming sticky with blood as she put pressure on the front and back of his chest.

“It's okay. I'm not afraid of dying.” Father Frank muttered, spitting out some blood.

“Well, you should be. It's really boring where you're headed.” She said, pulling off her jacket and pressing it against his chest.

“I hope so. I've had enough excitement for one life.” He chuckled.

“Stop talking like that. You've got more to do here. You've got more people to annoy.” She said, her voice becoming shaky.

“Pressure on the wound, Natasha.” You told her, keeping your gun facing Doyle.

“I am!” She growled. “Just come on, Frank, stay with me, stay with me.”

He groaned as she adjusted him in her grip, time ticking by as all they could do was wait for an ambulance. Natasha had no first aid experience, and you didn’t have any equipment necessary for such a wound.

“Oh, uh... at first… I didn't understand why God put you in my path. But then it hit me.” He chuckled, blood spilling onto the cuffs of Natasha’s long sleeve shirt.

“Maybe... He put me in yours.”

“I… highly doubt it. He gave up on me a long time ago.”

“You're wrong, Natasha. Remember… your father... ha-has- has a plan.”

“My father?” She asked, confused.

“Yeah.”

She realised what he meant. “You know?”

Lightning flashed and thunder clapped above the church as she looked at the blood spilling beneath Father Frank. Though when she went to speak to him again, his eyes were in the back of his head, lying limply.

“Frank? Frank!” She yelled, still keeping pressure on the wound.

Though it was futile.

“Frank.” She whispered, lying him down on the ground.

Tears pricked her eyes as she closed his, looking up at the ceiling briefly before her sadness became anger. Frank was a good man, a loving father figure to Connor, but someone preyed on him.

“Natasha…” You murmured, trying to get her attention.

She looked over her shoulder at Doyle, blood seeping into his shirt and zip-up hoodie. “Time to pull the legs off The Spider.” She seethed as she walked over, picked him up and held him two feet off the ground by her hand around his neck.

“Natasha, stop!” You yelled as Doyle choked.

“Why did you do this?”

“I don't know.”

“Why?”

“He was bringing too much heat!”

“Why?! WHY?!”

Doyle’s choking began to grow quiet, his hands weakly scratching at Natasha’s hand on his neck.

Natasha, stop. Father Frank wouldn't want this.” You said, your breath shaky as you saw the scorned woman.

“Stop.”

She yelled out in anguish and let Doyle drop to the floor, not caring for his safety as his legs crumpled beneath him and he gasped for air.

You quickly came to her, holstering your gun as ambulance and police arrived outside. “Natasha…”

Her whole body went still. Her eyes didn’t blink, and her chest barely moved.

You watched her retreat out of the church towards the crime techs, speaking her part of the scene before you did the same. After what seemed like half an hour, you watched Natasha leave the scene in her car, with one of her valets at the wheel.

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Resting at home with Steve on the couch beside you, you turned the TV off and sighed. Steve, I know I wanted to talk, but, um... my mind, it's just…”

“Somewhere else?” He murmured, looking at you with a small smile.

“Yeah.”

He sighed. “Yeah, mine, too.”

“Can we do this another time?” You asked, smiling softly.

“Yeah. No problem, Y/N.” He answered, gently kissing your forehead.

He agreed to stay at the house to watch Peggy whilst you drove to Lux. You had seen the emotion in Natasha’s face, how hard her heart had shattered when Frank died.

As you entered the club, you smiled at the security guards who knew you by memory now. You casually made your way to the elevator, dressed in your work clothes but jacket in hand. As it opened, you smiled gently as the keys to Knocking On Heaven’s Door played from the piano.

You watched her for a moment, listening to how she played. The liquor in her glass told you she’d been there either for a moment or for hours, since there was a bottle beside the glass.

You were tempted to hum along but instead put your jacket down and walked over to her, leaning over her shoulder to get her attention.

She immediately stopped playing and looked at you - with every ounce of attention she had.

“Hi.” You said softly, your hair hanging down like a beautiful waterfall for the redhead to admire.

She didn’t know what to say for a little while, but when you sat beside her on the piano chair she spoke. “Bit late for a new case, isn't it?”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. “I'm not here for a case. I'm here for you.”

“Oh. Really?” She smirked, leaning slightly towards you as she tried to use her mojo.

“Yeah. Thought you could use a friend.” You murmured, gently brushing some hair out of her face with a focused expression before looking at her again.

She exhaled softly before clearing her throat. “Do you play?”

“Mm. No. No, I don't.” You replied with a light smirk.

“Come on, you must know something.” She insisted.

“No. Uh... All right, well... let me see. I had three years of lessons… and this is all I remember.” You said, beginning to play the melody to Heart and Soul.

Natasha laughed heartily. “Surely, you must be joking.”

You stopped, shaking your head at her with a cheeky grin before playing again. To Natasha, you had the funniest little expression of focus, your eyes carefully looking at the keys to remember.

“Alright, then.” She muttered, beginning to play the accompaniment to it.

Through the night, you sipped on her drink and she gladly refilled it when necessary. Fatigued and warm from both the alcohol and Natasha, she took you to her bed and let you rest in it for the night.

“Goodnight, malyshka.” She gently kissed your forehead, heading out to her balcony for a smoke.

She looked out onto the marvellous landscape of the city, lifting her lighter to the end of her cigarette but it would not light. In frustration, she threw the lighter off of the balcony, not caring who or what it hit when it landed.

She glared up at the sky. "You... you cruel, manipulative bastard! Was this all part of Your plan? It's all just a game to You, isn't it? Well, I know punishment, and he did not deserve this." She gestured to her sleeves and the bottom of her shirt, covered in blotches of Father Frank's blood.

"He followed Your stupid rules and it still wasn't fucking good enough! So what does it take to please You? Break Your rules and you fall! Follow them and you still lose?! Doesn't matter whether you're a sinner! Doesn't matter whether you're a saint! Nobody can win, so what's the point?!"

She leaned her elbows on the balcony railing, her head folding down into her chest. "What's the fucking point?"

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As midnight struck across town in a 24/7 diner, Malcolm sat with six plates of food around him and two empty milkshake glasses, another only half-full.

“Enjoying the life I gave you?” Yelena’s deep voice popped up from next to him, giving him a fright.

“Hey... did food taste this good before I died? ‘Cause I don't remember it being this friggin' delicious.” He chuckled, the angel beside him looking him straight in the eye.

“I don't care what you're doing with your new life, Malcolm... except for what I've asked of you. What's taking so long?” She questioned lightly, like she was his friend.

“Come on, come on, chill out, Yelenalady. Here, have some waffles.” He smirked, sliding over a plate of three waffles with strawberries and cream piled on top, though slightly melted.

After a flash of lightning outside, she was whispering right in his ear in a taunting voice. “Do you want to go back, Malcolm? Because I can make that happen.”

She watched the fear in his posture grow, his appetite slowing as he held a burger up to his mouth but didn’t bite it. “Yes… you're remembering it now, aren't you? I bet your 30 seconds in Hell felt like 30 years.”

Her voice became stern. “Imagine what eternity would feel like.”

“I'm sorry. Okay? Sorry. Look… I got it. An untraceable gun. It won't come back to me. I'm ready now.” He stammered out, showing a small pistol that had been removed from evidence, still in its bag.

“Good.” She smiled, patting his shoulder gently.

He cleared his throat. “So who do you want me to kill again?”

“Her name... is Natasha Romanoff.”

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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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