#vampire!natasha romanoff x black!fem!reader

[infernalodie]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤��𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳“

Inspo: Labrinth - Dracula Cigarettes After Sex - K.

Pairing: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: There was always someone or something that had been watching you...

Warnings: Angst, sexual tension, smut, dumbification, fingering, mommy kink, and blood consumption.

Words: 3648

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

When Jennifer told you to not delve into the underworld, you really should’ve listened. Maybe that was because of the lack of hours of rest or the constant blabbering your boss did whenever you gave him more evidence and leads to the case you had been working on since you joined the police department. But you knew it was the fact that you wouldn’t dare walk the streets at night. Not down a dark alley, not down a well-lit street–nowhere. You wouldn’t risk it after the things you’d seen happening right beneath your feet.

“You want to make my client testify for–your words exactly, ‘A vampire society living under our city’?” Jennifer questioned, staring at the paper you’d given her. Looking back up at you with an incredulous look on her face, eyes squinting. “Did you smoke something before you wrote this-”

“Jen, this is real!” You exclaimed, grabbing the paper from her hand and slamming it on her desk. “This is fucking real and I am scared!”

Hearing that come from her best friend, a woman who never backs down from anything, scared of some myth surprised her. You became a detective to help solve problems others didn’t have answers to. And an extension of that, you were willing to put your life on the line to do the right thing. But this was something that kept you up at night. A constant whisper being spoken into your flesh, making you shiver despite the multitude of blankets that you hoped would protect you. Yet, no matter what you did, no matter how much divide you created from what could lurk in the dark, you still didn’t feel safe.

So, seeing this altered side of you irked with Jennifer, who rose from her chair and stared at you, concerned. “Y/n, maybe you need to take some time off from work,” she suggested. “We can book a flight to Tahiti once I’m done with this case-”

“Fuck-” You groaned, running your hands over your face. “Jen, this fear just doesn’t go away. I know what I’ve seen and I know what is happening. For all I fucking know, they could be watching and listening!”

Upon saying that, you finally realized your mistake. Looking at Jennifer with wide eyes as you snatched the paper from her desk and made your way to the door. “Y/n, where the hell are you-”

“Get security, Jen! Do whatever you have to to keep yourself for the next few days!” That was all you left the famous lawyer before you were sprinting out of her room and through the firm. Out to do god knows what, which left an unsettling feeling in Jennifer’s chest.

Grabbing her pen, about to look down at her table, she saw the reflection through from her glass desk. Staring at two glowing red orbs before they glowed brighter with a face becoming apparent. The person’s lips twisted into a foul and sinister grin, causing Jennifer’s blood to run cold with the puncture of something slowly pressing deep into the side of her neck.

“My pet is coming home.”

Traversing your way down those familiar alleys that were populated with people searching for the same thing, but with different reasons. Peace, fantasy, change; whatever it was that drove them to look for the Underground, you didn’t care as much as you should. If they wanted to be used as blood bags, then so be it. You were going to bring this entire thing down to the ground and if that meant killing, then you would.

It wasn’t hard to find that obscured entrance near the old docks in Harlem. A large set of oil drums were stacked around it, hiding that huge hole that had a flimsy piece of wood covering it. The hardest part was removing all the oil drums before getting to the entrance without drawing any unwanted attention. And with the already noticeable paranoia, it took you a bit to build up the courage to just enter.

The tunnels had lamps hooked along the right and left corners. One repeating after the other after 5 feet of distance to keep the consistent light in the dusty tunnel. Wooden beams keep some support from the dirt above your head and prevent the tunnel from collapsing. Gun in hand and phone in the other, you carefully made your way forward. Always taking cautious glances behind you, hyper-aware that you were once again entering the territory you didn’t belong in.

But whatever you did, there was a calling to it. Unspoken words echo in your head with an unrecognizable voice being accompanied by them. Perhaps it was the case and how deep you were in it or just the fear of what you’d uncovered. But there was an unaltering fear that would subside no matter the time you spent away from the case. And running away from it might just make things worse.

So here you were, going deeper down the rabbit hole and being able to hear the pounding music that shook the ground beneath your feet. The multiple scents of candles being burnt gave floral scents that assaulted your nose unapologetically. But once you made it towards the exit, the warm lighting of candles was enough to reveal the horrors that kept you up at night.

Sprawled out on couches were vampires and humans. Drinking, eating, and sucking away the men's and women's blood. Balancing a delicate line between life and death with how pale they were. It was voluntary from what you guessed but didn’t change the fact that there were indeed vampires and they were living with the humans. And if they were peaceful, you might give up the chase, but you also knew that these same vampires that were smiling, laughing, talking, there were a few that had murdered humans that were innocent. That’s how you got started on this case and ended up finding this place. Murders that had an abnormality to them raised questions that needed answers.

Holstering your pistol, you carefully moved through the bodies of people walking to private rooms or in the public scenery of the hideout. Gripping your phone tighter by your side as you took multiple pictures. The first time you came down here, you were in too much of a state of shock to even think about gathering evidence. But now with the threat of Jennifer’s life now at stake, you needed to gather all the evidence you could before bringing it to your chief who could properly conduct a plan to raid the hideout.

“You must be her.” The sudden silky smooth voice made you flinch. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you turned to find a blonde woman standing with her arms crossed, a glass with a red substance staining the inside of it. From all the other women you had seen, she wore a pair of black slacks with a black suit jacket to match. Features are soft and seem to be etched to perfection just by the beauty and natural glow she gave. Her pale skin beneath revealed with only a black lace bra covering her breasts from your eyes. Her eyes burned a fiery orange that placed you in a sliver of a trance, hypnotized by the glow they produced. They looked you up and down with judgement, setting your smaller frame ablaze.

But after a few moments, she hummed with a nod, almost confirming her previous assumption. “Yeah, you’re definitely her,” the woman spoke, a hint of a smile on her lips as she stepped closer. Her lips parted to reveal her pearly white teeth, tongue pressing gently to her right canine that was razor sharp. Too afraid of causing a commotion or making your goals known, you stayed planted when the woman stood mere inches from you. Having to anchor your head to keep her gaze.

Her freehand found your waist, nails gently digging into the denim. Pulling you closer, a silent order that you followed and was acknowledged with a hum of approval. “Why she decided to have you to herself I will never understand,” she muttered. “There’s enough of you that we could share. You would be a treat to have in my bed tonight.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, trying to maintain a strong front, you sniffled. “Where is she?”

The woman tilted her head, smiling slightly. “Not going to tell me your name, love?” She inquired. “Mine’s Yelena. And the woman you’re looking for isn’t of your concern.”

As Yelena was beginning to close the distance, the sound of footsteps behind you alerted her. Lifting her eyes past you, nose twitching before she pulled away. “But it seems like our fun has been cut short. These men will take you to her.”

Without so much as a whisper, you were taken away by the two men who you guessed were guards. You were still spiralling trying to figure out how they knew you and how they knew you would be here. But that also meant that they’d been watching. Worsening the regret of even talking to Jennifer about this case that was becoming worse and worse the more time went by.

Being escorted through the dark corners of the main lounge, you were then sent down a hall that had luminescent lights on the ceiling. Casting a faint light aqua on the plain black walls as the sound of the men’s dress shoes bounces off the walls with loud clicks. You were suffocating, strangled by the sense of fear and deprivation of hope. If they knew what you were up to, then you might as well be dead. And if they knew you had evidence, well, you might as well be locked up and used as a personal blood machine. Now, you would shoot yourself before that ever dared to be the case. But there was a tinge of curiosity that tugged at the strings of your mind, wanting to learn and maybe find a reason to turn away from this place and take that well-needed vacation Jennifer had suggested to you.

Stopping at the end of the hall, the two men stood on either side of you. An expectant look in their eyes as they motioned with their heads towards the door that stood in front of you. There was no other sound beyond; only the booming music coming from behind you. Letting out a shaky exhale, you carefully grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, entering the room.

The first thing that hit you was the warm aroma given off. A strong timber and homely scent invades your nostrils and slowly slips deeper into your body. It wasn’t like the harsh candles in the lounge, this was nicer and warmer. Then you were quick to notice that the room wasn’t lit as well as the hallway or lounge, plunging most corners of the room into darkness. Only thing to be seen was a desk that held the source of light with books and papers sprawled across the top. A bottle of blood standing just a few inches from a chair that was turned away from your vision.

Your trance was broken when the door to the room slammed shut, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. Looking around and finding that same feeling of being watched become apparent. There were very few things you could see through the darkness. And with the light aiding your vision, it prevented your eyes from adjusting and telling things apart in the shadows.

“Uh…” There was a pause, pursing your lips and brows creasing. “I heard you were looking for me?”

“That would be right.” The sudden voice made you swing around with your pistol levelled in that direction. A spark of a flame igniting with the faintest features being revealed. Lips, jaw, and eyes that glowed a bright crimson red. Cigarette resting between the woman’s lips that she sparked before waving the match out.

The sound of her shoes alerted you to her approach as she finally revealed herself, and you couldn’t contain the widening of your eyes. The woman stood a good foot above you, without added inches from her shoes. Same as Yelena, her features were soft and sculpted for perfection. If vampires and books related to reality, then you guessed aging hadn’t taken effect and left her in a time period  Her long luscious red hair held a natural shine to it as it fell over her shoulders. Body broad in its structure, which you guessed was muscle hidden beneath her clothes. Almost exactly like Yelena, the woman wore a dress jacket and slacks. The only difference was there was no bra to hide your curious gaze. Just one lift of her arm or sway of the jacket and you were given a peek of what was beneath.

You had to hold back the shiver that ran down your body being under this woman's dark gaze. All she did was slowly stop right in front of you. Her hulking figure towering with her free hand cupping your jaw and gently turning your face. Red chapstick lips tilted into a grin as she inspected your features closely. “You look a whole lot better in person than from a distance, darling.”

“Who the hell are you?” You muttered, glaring at the woman. Even if she may be overwhelmingly attractive, you wouldn’t let it show.

But sadly, the woman only continued to smile down at you. “Natasha Romanoff,” she answered. “And you are Y/n. Detective for the NYPD and well-known for solving all her cases. But here she is, searching for something to shoot her into stardom, right?”

“That’s not it.” You moved your head from her grasp, which made her snicker.

“Of course, it isn’t.” She moved past you, still continuing to puff on that cigarette. “You have a moral compass that was made before your father died–By the way, you were a cute kid back then.” Natasha collapsed in the leather chair, eyes rolling up and down your body with a glazed thought on the precipice of her eyes. “Sexy now-”

“You knew my father?” You questioned, silencing the vampire that let her eyes flicker up to yours.

Sniffling, she grabbed the bottle and took a swig. The sight of her adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp made you inhale deeply, constricting your air supply as you looked away. Waiting for her to let out a breath to signify she’d stopped. When she did, you looked back to find stains and droplets of blood running down her chin with a few being lost on her lip. “I knew your father because we worked together for a few years,” she said, wiping her face with a napkin. “Now, you were too young and I avoided alerting you of my presence. But I was there and I’ve always been there, Y/n.”

A chuckle slipped past your lips, running a hand over your face. “Ok, so you want me to believe that my father worked with you? A vampire?” You questioned, scoffing in disbelief. “You must think I am stupid to believe.”

“No, you’re a brat that I have to tame till you understand that we’re inseparable,” Natasha stated. “Did you ever wonder why you have that birthmark in the center of your hand? That was when I first saw you. The first time I saw your future and knew what would come to be.” She stood to her feet, slowly making her way around the desk. “Everything up to this moment has been played on repeat in my head for the years I’ve watched you grow into this beautiful woman that was sworn to be mine.”

“You’re fucked up,” you told her, an incredulous etched on your face.

Natasha shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she leaned on the end of her desk. “Or I am a lonely woman looking for something that might bring some light to my life,” she replied simply. “I know you better than you know yourself, Y/n. I know your schedule, I know the way you like your eggs, I know the way you like your hair done–Fuck, I know the way you liked to be fucked.”

That made you inhale sharply, trying to contain the warmth that nestled under your skin. Finding her staring at you amused, lips matching the same emotion. “And I also know that since you walked in here and saw me, there has been a specific scent radiating from you.” She pointed her finger to the apex of your legs, tongue pressing to one of her canines. “From there.”

You stepped back, slightly embarrassed. Again, there was no doubt Natasha was attractive. But all her previous statements, all her knowledge about you created this flame in your chest that felt unnatural and different from everything else. No guy or woman had been able to give you this and it frightened you honestly. And something about the way that she showed love from a distance and watched you do so many things that could’ve thrown her over the edge, making her presence known to you, was intoxicating to dream about.

“It’s getting stronger, darling.” Her words made you blink, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Get a handle on yourself or I’ll do it for you.”

And for the first time tonight or since you picked up this case, there wasn’t fear. You met the source of all those uneasy feelings you felt in the dark. All the whispers on the back of your neck. The feather-like touches on your legs when you slept. The safety and protection in public or in any case that had your life in the balance. You stood in front of it and you felt no fear, only connection.

That’s why when a hint of a smile appeared on your face, Natasha finally had you.

“Try me.”

You couldn’t think.

You couldn’t breathe.

You couldn’t speak.

But, God, you loved every single moment of this.

Natasha had promptly laid you across her desk. Not even attempting to pamper you with some loving touches or her lips where you needed her. Instead, she ripped your pants off and made way for her fingers to glaze over your drenched heat. Getting her fingers nice and soaked before she pressed her fingers past your fluttering cunt where you cried and whined.

The burning contrast of the warm desk versus Natasha’s cold hands put you in a hyper-aware state. Trying to shake the shivers from your ebony skin whilst trying to feel the tiniest bit of heat. From her one hand grabbed at your breasts, while the other was lost between your legs, fingers deep inside of you and never failing to make you cry out in bliss.

You were on cloud nine. Trying to focus on every touch and sound that came from Natasha, but her fingers sucked the soul out of you. Leaving nothing but a brainless and powerless toy she could have her way with.

“Looks like I broke you, love,” she laughed watching the drool slip from the corner of your parted lips. Eyes rolled back with breathless moans unapologetically filling the empty space of her office. Your ebony skin is covered in the marks of her red lipstick from her kisses to somehow enhance your orgasms. But now, it seemed like you were on the brink of going numb, and she liked it that way.

There’d been too many times she’d seen you be a brat and she needed to change that sooner than later.

“M-M-Mommy!” You cried, nails digging deep into the vampire’s sides as your back arched off the desk from the specific curl of her fingers, triggering that fast approach of your orgasm. But the tittle stirred something in Natasha, igniting her crimson eyes to brighten in their colour.

She leaned down, beginning to pant with her eyes focusing on your pulse point. She could see the glow beneath your flesh and how it flashed with each rapid beat of your heart. Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat, salivating as she leaned in closer. “Can I have a taste?” She inquired, feeling your hands finger her hair. Gently tugging her away, not enough that could remove her fully create distance, but she could feel the desperation building in her stomach. You were practically dangling a toy in her face, tempting her with bliss. “Please, let me have a taste.”

Almost like your goal was to make her beg, you pulled her closer and she latched on. The pain grounded you for a few moments, sobbing out before her fingers curled again, slicing the knot in your stomach and making you climax. Both the pain and orgasm sent rapid waves of emotion through your body as you whined, quivering beneath her large frame. Legs curled around Natasha’s waist as you felt the energy in your body slowly be sucked away. Able to let a small smile appear feeling Natasha shake slightly, whimpers muffled from your flesh.

By the time Natasha pulled away, you were panting, your body pale and weak. She stood to her full height, tilting her head with those beautiful crimson eyes staring down at you. How you looked was absolutely perfect, but what you saw might just be better. With the candle lighting, you were able to faintly see the features of her face above her lips. Her eyes shone through the darkness like a beacon of hope. But her lips were drenched in your blood. Her teeth were stained with droplets running down to her chin where they dropped and hit her sensitive body. And even through all of this, that same damn dress jacket was worn.

She smiled, humming with her tongue flicking out, running across her lips. “Mommy has a new treat.”

[dontsearchformyaccount]

soul

my hero .oh my savior in restless nights you were so near .standing far away never left my heart.oh fate , my darling. you gave me something to hold on to ,while all i wanted to do is let go. i will never be able to thank you enough.let you feel how you made me feel. like a never ending knot.pulling me together . all i want is you to be near. but in the end .you´ll never know.

[keenzinemugstudent]

Avengers AU x reader story ideas

so this is a story I made up like when I was in high school but I'm going to be rewriting it's going to be an Avengers AU a supernatural kind of thing where most of them of our loving characters are a part of the supernatural world stupid but it was a fun idea basically you the reader is a 21 year old in college studying to be a doctor you stay with your grandmother who has raised you since you were a baby after losing both your parents in a car accident suddenly weirds things start to happen deaths in your home town start to happen and it all comes back to you some how you've been getting visions and start seeing things other can't which enters Tony Stark who is apparently an old family friend or god father? Not sure basically he tells you that you have to leave your hometown you have to leave your friends your grandmother and live in New York with him for your safety you don't take that very well and you kind of freak out then you find out that he's a werewolf after getting attacked by another werewolf so you now have to live with Tony and you have yet to meet the others the main villain is of course going to be Loki like the original Avengers movie but he is a vampire who works under somebody who's more powerful than him or in the same category either way you are a really important character and you're being hunted down by other supernatural creatures that have something to do with your bloodline which you will find out in the next story if this one goes pretty well this mostly just for fun but I'll see how it goes kind of like work this all out

[ahhhwomen]

Nothing really matters.

Vampire Empire

Part 3

Pairing: DarkVamp!Wanda Maximoff x DarkVamp!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Well this was depressing to write... Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Human pets, abuse, violence, possessiveness, probably incorrect vampire lore, angst, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, kitten play (?), also this is not a Carol positive fic (I have nothing against her, but I needed a villain), death  Minors DNI 18+

Summary: You feel numb, what does it matter anymore?

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @thinking1bee

The next time either of them sees you is in one of Natasha’s business meetings a few weeks later.

Back in Carol’s possession, you kneel in the corner of the conference room while Carol raises her voice at anyone with a slight attitude toward her idiotic ideas.

After half an hour, the constant bickering between the blond woman and Natasha’s respective staff members had become background noise.

There is a crinkling of paper as Natasha scuffles her documents around for a moment while deep in thought. The paper is smooth and high quality, her golden rings glide against the white surface, and she traces black lines of information she can recite in her sleep.

To Natasha’s surprise, you had seemed indifferent to her presence, you didn’t even glance at her once during the introduction to today’s meeting.

Following the same line back and forth, the ink smudges and blurs after the seventh round of Natasha's thumb gliding gently on top of the unimportant details.

She had to give credit where credit was due. You were poised and unbothered.

She could not say the same for herself, however.

Ever since she could smell you getting in the elevator with blondie, she kept glancing toward the door, waiting for your arrival. And now, she continuously spares a glance in your direction when she thinks someone talks too loudly or expresses themselves with broad gestures.

It doesn't take long for her to understand you a little better.

Carol changes you.

Your eyes are cast downward, and you hold your head low in a display of obedience. You are sitting on your heels with your hands just out in front of your knees. Your back is strung tight to form a perfect line and the muzzle is only for show. But whereas your posture and attitude would be considered perfection, your eyes are empty.

Natasha’s chair creaks and groans as she rocks back and forth, the leather cushion softens the knockback as her leg bounces against the flooring, unfitting of her usual characteristics, she can’t seem to keep her calm and collected demeanor.

Small tears and wrinkles form, as Natasha tightens her hands against some case report she wrote half-heartedly before bed the previous night. She inhales sharply, her nostrils flaring.

You are still covered in bruises.

They are healing, and so are the once red and angry lines, they are now pinker and more muted. But it’s clear some of them were fresher, it had been close to a month since she had seen you last, yet the color of some were as fresh as a daisy.

Specifically, your face seemed to have been put through the gutter.

Though it was clear that whatever transpired that day hadn’t been repeated, she could still sense in you that Carol wasn’t very light-handed.

She tells herself it is because she pities you for having to go through the blonde’s rage, but there is also something about the two small puncture wounds on your neck that aggravates her.

Her fingers drum against the table in annoyance while she thinks it over, her nails clicking against the resin top of her newly polished conference table.

Pinching the skin between her eyebrows she sighs loudly. Enough so, that the man currently presenting stutters and has to loosen his tie before continuing with a slight tremor to his hands.

She can’t figure it out.

She huffs and readjusts her posture to show she is listening.

Never mind, the little mystery you are, she has business to attend to. With one last glance, she emerges herself back in the matter at hand and makes sure to fix Carol with a hard glare whenever something becomes too heated.

You are sitting on an old wooden bench in the garden.

The flowers bloom around you and rustle in the fresh, spring, wind. If you close your eyes, you can almost smell the rosebush across the tiny plot of land. The birds sing in a tune you are not familiar with, but it’s nice. Lilies hug your legs, all colorful and fresh, there are tiny little droplets atop their pedals, it must have rained before you got out here.

That would explain the chill that settles deep in your spine.

There are dogs around, you hear them bark and growl at each other on the other side of the fence, but you don’t mind.

Because you are in the garden. With a fence between you and them.

Until one of them jumps the fence.

You have been staring at the ground with a slight tremor lacing your every move for the better part of an hour. She seems like a calm dog, but she’s big, bigger than you, and there is this presence to her that you don’t know what to do with.

She smells like the flowers around you, maybe that’s why you don’t flee. No matter how much you want to, you are frozen in your seat as the big hound stares at you.

She licks her snout and blinks slowly while you sit there. It feels like she is mocking you, almost as if daring you to move.

The wind picks up every now and then, the howling of the other dogs growing louder and more concerning, but the big dog doesn’t bat an eye. She growls deeply, but you can tell it isn’t directed at you, and then the other dog’s calm.

Maybe she is a nice dog, but it doesn’t matter.

A dog is a dog.

The fence opens with a piercing screech. Even as you close your eyes in hope, the big dog does nothing. She doesn’t run away, but she doesn’t help either.

She just watches as Master drags you away. You don’t know why you thought she would do anything else.

Master is right.

Master is always right.

No one will help.

You don’t deserve it.

When the meeting commends, Carol drags you out of the room quickly, she has other matters to settle tonight, and she can’t be bothered to stay here too long.

Your knuckles rasp against the expensive flooring of Mrs. Romanoff´s office. The tasteful tree-work makes your bones ache, and your tag jingles repeatedly as bone connects with fifty thousand dollars worth of Brazilian rosewood. The blond woman tugs at your leash impatiently.

“Carol. Wait a moment.”

Please don’t.

Master halted her movements just before she passed through the elevator´s door, effectively also halting yours.

“There is some paperwork James wants you to finish up before you leave.”

Natasha waves her hand around with a roll of her eyes, showcasing false annoyance she knows the blond will eat right up, “Something about an unsettled bank record?” The redhead squints in the blonde’s direction, displeasure hidden not so greatly on the CEO’s face.

Natasha has to work extremely hard to not showcase how disgusting she finds the woman in front of her to be.

The woman beside you tenses up. She bunches her eyebrows and sighs before nodding slowly and releasing the tight clutch on your leash.

A pointed finger comes into view as Carol shifts her body towards you and tilts her head downward to face you. “Stay here.” Her voice leaves no room for arguing, it’s a clear command, you know she only does it to showcase her power over you. You couldn’t talk back even if you wanted to, the clinic made sure of that long before you even knew Masters hard angles.

Nonetheless, you bow your head and place your rump back onto the cruel flooring, somehow it feels even stiffer than the concrete inside your familiar slammer.

There is a long and rather awkward silence before Miss Romanoff clears her throat and breaks the stillness.

“Are you in pain?” Natasha gestures towards her own face as if you need a hint to understand what she means.

Just a few months ago, Romanoff acknowledging you in the slightest would send you through a rollercoaster of fear and wonder. Now you merely play dumb and tilt your head in confusion.

Of course, it hurts.

That was the point, wasn’t it?

“You smell different.” Carol scrutinizes you from afar.

If it weren’t for the years of experience you have with this sort of thing you would give yourself away immediately by tensing up and begging for her mercy, instead, you remain impassive.

The blond woman studies you carefully, waiting for any telltale that you heard her.

It’s easier than you thought.

Maybe it’s from the emotional drainage these days have been, but you barely feel anything as Carol looks you over. No matter how much she has hurt you, her eyes hold nothing compared to the power that the Maximoff clan’s leader has in hers.

You can hear the familiar crunch of rough concrete beneath a heavy army boot.

Master moves closer, but still, you feel nothing.

It’s been three days since that day. The first night you sobbed your sorrows, your pain, your fear, everything that has been building up and suppressed throughout the years all expressed in a puddle of tears and blood.

You don’t know what the women wanted, but something about them had made ancient wounds reopen, and the floodgates that followed were inevitable.

You don’t even remember falling asleep, you find it more likely that you passed out from dehydration or exhaustion.

The other days had passed in a blur.

It’s like you have been stuck in a trance where nothing really matters anymore.

Then the smashing of keys came back, and still, you were inconsolable. You didn’t even acknowledge her when she ran her hands over your bare body. Didn’t blink as her hands took a threatening hold of your collar.

She was testing this new side of yours; you could tell it angered her that she didn’t affect you.

You ruined her little power trip of the day.

She grips the back of your neck and forces you to face her. “Look at me when I am talking to you!” Spit sprays on your face as she talks through gritted teeth.

You don’t care, you just stare at her through hooded eyes, looking but not seeing.

Her hand connected hard with your face; you could feel the vibration inside your skull. And yet, all you could think about were them.

The feeling of concrete pouring through your veins wasn’t so scary anymore.

*slap*

You wonder what would happen if she went all the way…

*slap*

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they killed you.

*slap*

“LOOK AT ME!” Carol screams into your ear, but it is fuzzy and unintelligible to you.

*slap*

“CAN’T YOU TELL I AM TALKING TO YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH!?”

*slap*

“Look at me?” Her hand strokes your chin lightly, but you know her…

*slap*

*slap*

Your head bounces against the pavement.

*slap*

Your vision becomes blurry and unfocused.

She hit you a total of twenty-four more times, before finally relenting and stomping away.

From that day forward you decided to play into it, pretend like what took place with the powerful women never happened to begin with. You were sure it would anger them.

If this is what Carol does when you ruin her little high.

Maybe, they will return and finish what they started if you ruin theirs.

Natasha scratches the nape of her neck as you sit there staring into nothingness. Your brows are slightly raised, and your eyes are wide, to Natasha, it seems like you are in a completely different world.

She leans against the wall, her shoulder squishing against the glass panel, and she crosses one leg over the other. Relying solely on her right leg to hold her up, she looks down at her dress shoes.

Her question was stupid, she knew as much, but what else was she supposed to say?

She wanted to talk to you.

Nat knows she should just leave you be and return back to her office, but when you were being led out of the room earlier your eyes had connected with her, it was a mere millisecond. But in that moment Natasha had felt a chill run down her spine.

Something was definitely wrong.

However, she didn’t expect you to completely shut down after just one simple question.

You are unresponsive to any stimuli while you sit in the hallway with Natasha’s presence close by. The older redhead tries to tap her foot or grunt obnoxiously, just to get a response, but nothing.

It’s not until you can hear Carol’s heavy footsteps that you quicken up and bow your head down.

Carol nods in Natasha’s direction before she passes her and collects you. Her gruff hands slide up and down the expanses of your leash until she finds the position that will yield her the most amount of control over your movements.

If the circumstances were different, Natasha would kill Carol on the spot.

Yet, as Carol takes ahold of your leash and steers you both into the elevator, Natasha lets you go.

Convincing herself it’s for the better. Again.

[theodoresgirl]

Welcome to my Master List Link 2 Pinned/Intro

What I Write - GirlxGuy sfw/NSFW

What I will try to Write for you - GuyxGuy sfw/NSFW GirlxGirl sfw

What i can't write - GirlxGirl NSFW

I tend to write from a female or gender neutral POV unless its stated otherwise. Below is a list and links to my already written story's, and below that is lists and or ideas of who I write for.

Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

Secret Romance - Sleepy!Eugene x F!Reader Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Moon Light - Eugene x Fem!Reader Part 2 , Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Bucky Barnes

Love Triangle - You and Bucky have a 6 year old daughter, But your love didn’t really work out on both ends.

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Tavern Waitress - Killian Jones x Fem!Tavern worker!Reader / Killian and his crew come into your fathers tavern.

Lady Edith - Killian Jones x Snows!Daughter!Reader + 3 year old daughter

Odd Cat - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian meets the Cheshire cat and he's completely in love with her strange personality and creepy appearance.

Just Shut Up - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian and Cheshire meet again in story-broke after kitty falls into a body of water.

Theodore Nott

Burn - Theodore Nott x Female!Reader Hamiliton au 🙏🏻 / Reader finds out about Theodores affair he made public.

WIP’s

Tangled

Flynn Rider/Eugene Fitzherbert Rapunzel Mother Gothel

The Little Mermaid

Ariel Eric ( 1989 & Live Action ) Possibly Ariel's Sisters

Frozen

Anna Elsa Kristoff Hans

Beauty and The Beast

Belle Beast Gaston

Once Upon a Time

Killian Jones

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Golden Trio era

Draco Malfoy Ron Weasley Fred & George Weasley Hermione Granger

*FAN CASTS* Matheo Riddle Theodore Nott

The Marauders era

Regulus Black

Marvel

Bucky Barnes Steve Rogers Natasha Romanoff Peter Parker/Tom Tony Stark Loki Laufeyson Thor Odinson

Scooby Doo

Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones Velma Dinkley Daphne Blake

Twilight

Jacob Black

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore Bonnie Bennett Jeremy Gilbert

NCIS

Jethero Gibbs

Law & Order: SVU

Elliot Stabler Dominick Carisi Rafael Barba Nick Amaro Odafin Tutuola

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Aaron Hotchner

My Hero Academia

Dabi Katsuki Bakugou

Dividers, repost divider By saradika

Word Dividers by CafeKitsune

[naturesapphic]

Y’all send in some fall/Christmas request! <3

For mommy!nat, mommy!alcina, alcina dimitrescu, Natasha romanoff, older!nat, etc <3

[yourmcu]

˗ˏˋ masterlist ˎˊ˗

⋆ - shorter than 1k words or drabble-y

natasha romanoff

⁍ mesmerized one | two | three

natasha x fem!reader. r is part of the guardians of the galaxy. turned into a mini series. mediocre plot driven? fluff

⁍ bloodlust

natasha x vampire!reader. natasha (and steve) go to investigate the aftermath of r’s killing spree. horrible angst. [unfiltered a/n: not much of a fan, feel free to read though]

⁍ natalie

natasha x stark!reader (platonic). the story of how r met natasha for the first time undercover as natalie rushman. humor i’d say, and fluff.

⁍ body pillow

natasha x reader. holiday fic. she finds r cuddling a body pillow, in r’s dream it’s actually her they’re cuddling. fluff

⁍ christmas can be sad sometimes  ⋆

natasha x reader. holiday fic. r’s upset and not feeling the christmas spirit, natasha comforts them. fluff.

⁍ v-day

natasha x reader. valentine fic. r completely ignores the meaning of valentine’s: go on a date like most people, r spends the day with natasha in the empty avengers compound. fluff.

 ⁍ sprained ankle

natasha x reader. r sprains their ankle. it’s pretty bad. natasha takes care of r. fluff.

⁍ 102

natasha x reader. natasha  loves r, feelings aren’t mutual. songfic based on ‘102′ by the 1975. fluff, angst.

⁍ you’re angry, natasha calms you down  ⋆

natasha x reader. drabble! fluff.

⁍ just natasha being soft  ⋆

natasha x reader. drabble! fluff.

⁍ you, natasha and piggy back rides  ⋆

natasha x reader. drabble! fluff.

⁍ comfort

natasha x reader. r struggles with anxiety, nat’s there to help. angst then fluff.

⁍ that untitled natasha one where it’s r’s time of the month  ⋆

natasha x reader. self explanatory. fluff.

⁍ dagligvarer

natasha x reader. black widow spoilers. some redhead comes by your store on a humid day, she's pretty cute.

⁍ ace

natasha x gamer!stark!reader.  your girlfriend, your dad, along with the rest of the avengers, support you during a VALORANT tournament. fluff.

tony stark

⁍ shawarma 

tony x daughter!reader. r gets furious when she sees her dad with a bunch of people eating shawarma, when she thought he fell to his death. humor? fluff

⁍ emotional support mode

tony x daughter!reader. because of the feeling of neglect and being ignored, r gets close to friday instead of her dad or any of the other avengers. tony makes it up to her. angst, fluff.

⁍ wish you were here one | two

tony x daughter! reader. songfic-ish. a:iw/eg au, r is one of the people who disappear after the snap. tony’s devastated. r comes back to for the final battle. slight fluff/humor, major angst.

⁍ forgotten

tony x daughter!reader. au where tony has twins. he likes the other one more than the other, spoiler: it’s not r. angst.

⁍ friday, i’m in love

tony x reader. r captivates tony, knowing their way in science/engineering and also dabbling in the arts. r has great music taste and can play instruments, tony’s in love. fluff.

peter parker

⁍ phone call

peter x stark!reader (platonic). a phone call between best friends, post endgame, set in sm:ffh.

steve rogers

⁍ you’re not wrong

steve x reader (platonic?). him and r are in a bad relationship, steve kinda yells at them. angst.

⁍  being the youngest avenger and fighting steve in civil war  ⋆

steve x reader (platonic). title is pretty self explanatory.

the avengers

⁍ birthday

avengers x reader. the team gets creative on r’s birthday. fluff.

marvel cast

⁍ hell’s kitchen

r and their co-stars get invited to dine at the famous hell’s kitchen restaurant as vip guests. scarlett johansson, tom holland, robert downey jr., chris evans. humor, fluff.

⁍ scarlett and y/n being besties for 7 minutes straight

scarlett johansson x reader (platonic). r finds a video that sums up their close friendship with scarlett. humor, fluff.

work in progress

the rest of my drafts from years ago! stay tuned! (7/31/24)

[missmonsters2]

Between the Lines || III

PAIRING: Steve Rogers & Fem!Reader (Platonic) / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader / Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader / Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Vampire AU. Life has changed drastically since the 1600s. Things are always on the move, and you’ve been very careful to not get on SHIELDs radar. Living on the down-low owning a café, you’re content to live out a quiet existence. That is until the Avengers enter your life.

[Set after the New York Invasion, in CAWS, and goes up to AoU. Canon divergent after.]

Warnings: This series will contain smut(**), poly-relationship, and dark themes.

Note: Things..are happening. Please let me know if you want to be on the taglist for this fic :)!

PART I || PART II

PART III of XX

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The following week was routine once more. Natasha didn't revisit the café, which you couldn't tell if you felt relief or not. David did lecture that you had to be more careful because it was most likely that Black Widow was looking into your background. He wasn't worried she'd find anything, but one can never be too careful.

Steve stopped by the café less too, as they now hung out outside the café more regularly. You had finally given in and hired two more people to the café and promoted Sarah to the manager position, so you didn't have to spend too much time there yourself. You essentially only came in when you knew Steve was going to be in...or maybe on the off chance Natasha would come in again.

Allison's mother was finally discharged from the hospital, but with all the missed time from work, you still found yourself looking after the young girl while her mother picked up extra shifts—not that you minded.

It was currently the weekend, and you had planned to take Allison to the park for a picnic and some games. You had asked Steve to tag along if he wasn't busy, but it turns out that he did have work that day. He seemed really crushed that he wasn't going to be able to go, but you had assured him it would be fine, and they could get together another time.

It was strange. They weren't dating or anything, definitely just friends. But the last time they had gone out together with Allison, the number of strangers who commented they looked like a beautiful family made you panic a bit, especially with the wistful look on Steve's face. It seemed like he was thinking about other things as people made those comments, though, not necessarily wistful to have a family with you.

And you knew—about this lost love, about Peggy Carter.   

The poor man seemed unable to move on while wanting to, but then feeling guilty about it. Since you were supposed to pretend not to know anything, it wasn't like you could talk to him about it. So, they were stuck in this weird limbo.

"Lainey, can we please get peaches?"   

You immediately brought your attention back to Allison, who you had in your shopping cart with multiple things strewn in for their picnic date.    

You grinned at the kid, "Alright, put the puppy face away, you're killing me here. We can definitely get some peaches."   

As the two of you stood in front of the peaches, you meticulously picked out peaches as Allison animatedly recalled a story.   

"Really? How interesting," you hummed to Allison.   

"Quite a cute one you've got there."   

The gruff voice brought your attention away from the peach. You looked up to see a man in his late 30s standing next to your cart with a basket.    

"Thanks," you said politely but curt.   

"My name's Glenn. I just wanted to say hi," He gave you a flirty grin and held out his hand.    

"Hi," you shook his hand politely as he stared at your gloved hands.   

"Cold?" He asked.   

"Something like that," you said with a wry grin.   

"Anyways," you said with an eyebrow raised at the stranger, "We've got to head off now, nice to meet you."   

Just as you were turning away with the cart, the man grabbed you by the arm to stop you.   

"Wait!"    

You clenched her jaw, turning back to him, eyes darkening, and just as you were about to speak a command, someone grabbed his arm and gripped it tightly enough to make the man let go. You blinked, your eyes clearing as you looked over to see Natasha standing there, her jaw set in a tight line and eyes entirely calm.   

"I think you should leave now," her voice was low, and she gripped the man's arms tightly enough for him to wince before she let go with a fling.    

The man looked like he wanted to say something, but there must've been warning bells in his head when he looked at Natasha, so he grumbled and turned to leave.   

Natasha turned her attention back over to you, eyeing the kid from the side. Steve definitely did not mention that you had a kid.   

"Natalie! What a surprise. Thanks for that, really," you said sincerely, a happy grin on your face.   

"No worries," Natasha shook her head with a wave of her hand.   

"You're not working today?" You asked curiously. It was only about one in the afternoon.   

Natasha grinned. "Got off early today," she said simply.   

"Lainey...peach..." Allison whined slightly, her lips jutting out in a pout. You turned over with a slight chuckle and roll of your eyes.   

"Alright, alright, I've got the treasure in tow, we can go." You turned back to Natasha, biting your lip slightly. It was a long shot, but why not. Sometimes it was better to keep people like Natasha close to ward off suspicion.   

"Listen, I don't know if you're busy today. We're about to head to Central Park for a picnic. Steve couldn't make it, but would you...would you like to join us?"   

It was a lot to ask someone who you've spoken to just once, even though it was a lengthy time. Natasha considered it for a moment with a tilt her head.    

"I'd love to," she said after a moment. If the opportunity to get to know the mysterious girl presented itself, why not?   

You smiled, "Great! We'll meet you there. Bring anything you'd like, but I do have a lot of food and drinks."   

With that, you went separate ways before shortly meeting up at the park again. You made small talk as you put out a picnic blanket and set everything down. Natasha helped carry some things, and as they sat down, Allison already pulling the kite that you packed.   

"Oh, hold on, I'm just going to get her set up," you said, walking off with the bouncing child.   

Natasha watched from a distance, arms crossed as she sat with her legs pressed together and on her side.   

She thought about calling Steve to see what the deal was with the kid but decided against it since she didn't want to end up answering the hundreds of questions the guy would have about seeing you. Allison didn't quite look like she was yours as the two of you shared different hair and eye colors.  

Maybe a niece?   

Before she knew it, you were back and taking a seat with a small huff.    

"Tired?" Natasha asked with a grin.   

You gave her a wry grin back, "Think I'd be used to that bundle of energy now, but she definitely keeps me on my toes."   

"Is she yours?" Natasha asked with a tilt of her head.   

You shook your head, feeling like a broken record with how much you had to repeat things.

"Oh, no. She's my neighbor's kid. She's a single mom and just got out of the hospital. They don't have any other family in the city, so I offered to watch her. Now, her mom is picking up some extra shifts to make up for what she's missed, so I watch her when needed."   

Natasha gave a small gentle smile. "You have a lot of free time?"   

You shrugged, "Well, I did end up hiring more people and promoted my one employee to be a manager. So, yeah, I guess I do have more free time now."   

Natasha hummed. "I guess your side book rentals does make a good profit after a certain point."   

You laughed, "Sure does! I'm like a blockbuster."   

"You do know they went out of business, right?" Natasha said with a raise of her eyebrow and a smirk.   

"I'll become Netflix then," you replied right back without missing a beat. It caused Natasha to chuckle. With that, you pulled out a thermos and some paper cups.   

"Coffee?" You asked, and Natasha nodded. You handed the redhead a cup, and the aroma already made Natasha feel warm.    

"Mmm," Natasha purred at the taste. "Seriously, there's got to be a secret ingredient in this coffee. I refuse to believe you can just make it this good."   

You jokingly looked affronted. "Well, suck on it. I do just make it that good."   

You pulled out the peaches that you bought, wiping them clean with a wet paper towel, and began to cut it with a knife. Natasha watched, again, with the black gloves but also that it was clear that you were experienced with holding a knife as you cut it with ease and quickly. You took out the pit and shaved off peach skin into a plastic bag and put the sliced peaches in a container.   

"Allison!" You called out. The little girl looked over and beamed with pure happiness as she trotted over for the fruit.   

"Thanks, Lainey!" Allison made a move to grab a slice, but you grabbed the girl's hand gently.   

"Hold it there, my little criminal. The last thing we need is sticky fingers. Here, use a fork."   

Allison grinned as she grabbed the utensil with the fruit already on it and took a bite. She eyed Natasha, and the redhead smiled at her.   

"Are you friends with Steve?" Allison asked, remembering that you told Natasha that Steve couldn't make it.   

Natasha looked taken aback slightly before smiling at the kid. "Yeah, we're friends."   

Allison simply nodded but didn't ask any more questions, which Natasha found a little strange.   

"Okay," she said simply. Maybe the kid was assessing her?   

"Do you like peaches?" Allison asked, and Natasha blinked. She should be more used to this, with Clint having kids and all.   

"Yeah," Natasha replied with ease. "They're delicious."   

Allison grinned, and Natasha felt like she passed some sort of test.    

"Great!" Allison exclaimed, passing over her container with some peaches left. "You can have some of my peaches. I'm going to go play now. If you play with me later, I'll tell you some funny stories about Lainey."   

You looked in disbelief as you looked at the child, "Don't you dare, Allie."    

Allison stood up, grabbing the frisbee, spotting some other children in the field. She laughed, looking at Natasha once more and winked as she ran off.   

Natasha had to put her hand over her mouth as she tried to control her laughter. You glared playfully at the redhead.   

"I can't believe I was just used as leverage for your participation," you muttered.   

"Why? You got some really embarrassing stories?" Natasha smirked.    

You merely pursed your lips together and pretended to zip your lips, and Natasha found herself relaxing a little more. She really should use this opportunity to find out more about you, but she found that it was just natural to be the moment with you.   

But as you handed her a cut sandwich that had a fried cutlet in it with a mystery sauce, Natasha found it was the time to ask about the gloves.   

"Are you a germaphobe? Or perpetually cold?" Natasha found that the weather itself was warm, no need for gloves. She knew some people with arthritis would wear gloves, but the type that you wore didn't seem like it was for warmth.   

"Kind of a germaphobe," You answered, without missing a beat. You took a bite of the sandwich, leaning a little back.   

"Nothing extreme, but working at the café and touching money has gotten me sick a couple times. I don't like touching things directly if I can help it."    

Natasha nodded, enjoying the sandwich. She didn't question it too much when there were people like Tony Stark out there with weird quirks himself.   

"So, I guess since you know I own the café, what do you do?"   

"I'm a personal assistant for Stark Industries," Natasha answered, eyeing your reaction. You didn't seem to react much.   

"Oh, cool. Must keep you busy if you work for Tony."   

"You know Tony Stark?" Natasha asked with an eyebrow raised, and you gave her a look.   

"Who doesn't know Tony Stark? Even I, a hermit, would know."   

Natasha smiled, but she felt it. There was something off about you. Knowing Tony Stark meant knowing about him being an Avenger. So, you had to know about other members who were publicly known. Steve had been doing so many interviews.   

But Steve wouldn't appreciate her asking outright.   

Even if she wanted to, Allison had come back from playing frisbee. You gave the girl a hand wipe and handed her a sandwich and juice that was in a bottle to avoid spilling.   

"Alright, kid. We got enough time for one more game, and we're gonna head out. Your mom said she's going to be home for dinner. Choose wisely."    

Allison pursed her lips, gripping her bottle before she seemed to come to a decision.   

"Jenga! I'm going to win this time."    

You smirked, "alright."   

Allison immediately moved over to Natasha. "Can we team up? Lainey never loses in this game!"   

Natasha blinked, looking over to you, who nodded. The redhead looked back to the kid and smiled. "Alright, we'll secure victory this time."   

"In your dreams! Allie will spill my dirty secrets, so there will be no mercy."   

With the game set up, they began. You were pretty good, but Natasha was just as good. The redhead noticed that you had incredibly steady hands. As you took pieces out, your hand was impossibly still.    

Eventually, they had gotten to where the stack was pretty unsteady, and a lot of the levels had only the middle pieces, including the bottom. It was coming down to that even trying to take any side pieces would result in the stack collapsing. As it was Natasha's turn, she eyed the stack, calculating her best bet. It would have to be the bottom piece. She steadied her hand as she latched onto the piece, and with precision and quickness, she yanked out the piece, the stack moving down perfectly without even swaying.    

Allison cheered, and Natasha smirked at you. You didn't even look phased. You eyed the stack, and just like Natasha, it would be foolish to try to grab a side piece. 

This was it.    

Natasha watched in disbelief as she saw you eyeing a middle piece that was literally in the middle level of the stack with no side pieces.   

No, you wouldn't.   

Would you?  

There was no way you could grab that without having the stack fall over.   

You lifted your gloved hand and put your fingers in a flicking motion, and with just the right amount of force and speed, you flicked the piece out, and it flew right into Natasha. The stack lowered another level and barely swayed as it settled.   

You looked at Natasha smugly.   

"ты серьезно," Natasha muttered are you serious in Russian and she swore, the slight twitch in your lip made Natasha believe that you knew what she said, but as quick as she saw it, it was gone.   

"Ugh," Allison groaned, taking out a piece, making the entire stack collapse. "I'll never beat you, Lainey."   

You laughed as you collected the pieces to put away. "Practice, sweetpea. You can challenge me in the next lifetime."   

You cackled as Allison playfully threw a piece at you in retaliation.    

"Don't worry, we'll get her next time," Natasha said to comfort the young girl who leaned against her and sighed.   

"There's a next time?" You asked playfully, and Natasha tilted her head.   

"Should there be?" The redhead asked back cryptically.   

You licked your bottom lip slightly, the action drawing Natasha's attention to it.   

"Yeah," You said finally. "We're friends, right?"   

Natasha nodded. "Yeah, friends."   

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It was a few days again before you saw Natasha at the café. She seemed to stop by more often now to pick up coffee but didn't have the time like Steve did to sit around and chat with you.   

It was fine by you, it seemed like Natasha did find you odd, but not to the point where she was investigating you.   

It was becoming a problem, though. You liked Natasha and Steve, liked spending time with them. But the more you did, the more you were putting yourself at risk, putting David at risk.    

You figured you would have to leave soon. Maybe tell them you had a family member in another country that was ill, and you needed to take care of them. Then, you would die in a fiery car crash with nothing to identify you but your dental records and disappear and start over with a new identity.   

It was another month that passed that neither Steve or Natasha showed up, and it worried you.   

Steve used to stop by 3-4 times a week and Natasha at least 3 times when she was free. You were aware that sometimes they would have missions, but they were always back within days, the latest a week.    

That night, you called David.   

"What's up? Great timing, I have some more news about The Winter Soldier and the descendants." You got an immediate reply.    

"Great, brief me on that later. I need you to look up something else. Something's wrong. I haven't seen Steve or Natasha in over a month. Can you find anything?"   

You could hear something like "good riddance" being mumbled, but you chose to ignore it.   

"Oh shit," David finally said.   

"What? What's wrong?"   

"Steve has been listed as a fugitive. It looks like SHIELD is compromised by HYDRA. Black Widow is most likely helping him, and Nick Fury is dead." 

It was quiet on the other line for a bit, you could hear him clicking on his keyboard.   

You were shocked, and worry overcame you. Steve was a fugitive?    

"Ah shit, this was what I wanted to tell you. The Winter Soldier is in America, caught him on a couple street cameras. He killed Nick Fury."   

"Is the man actually dead?" Based on your past experience, there was no way the man would die that easily.   

"I'll have to look more into that and get back to you. I don't know. There's a lot of shady shit going on within SHIELD. It doesn't look good right now for them."   

"Where are they? Can you find them?"   

"Hold on, let me find any live feed from street cameras." 

The minutes passed by agonizingly as you heard typing on the keyboard and the mouse clicking.

"Okay, I've got visuals. I'll send the details to your phone. What are you going to do?" 

You were already changing and packing anything you might need.

"Well, I know The Winter Soldier doesn't play around. I can't just let them deal with whatever's happening. I need you to send more intel to my cell, okay?"

David was silent. "You know this means you're exposing yourself, don't you?"   

You sighed. "Yes, but...I don't know...I care about them enough."

David let out a huge frustrated sigh. "Fuck sake's, fine. I'll send you some details. You better hope our asses don't get imprisoned."

"Well, if Fury is really dead, we might not have to worry about that too much. Worst case scenario, we can work for Stark."   

"Oh, so we just really exposing our asses to everyone now."

"Well, I highly doubt we'll be able to keep our existence a secret to just two Avengers."   

"I hate you."   

You let out a chuckle as David hung up. You sent a text to Allison's mother that you would be out of town indefinitely handling some personal business, but you left some money and a babysitter's number in Allison's drawer when you were over the other day in case of emergencies.   

Grabbing your car keys, you left.   

Somehow, you knew you were going to change everything by doing this, but maybe that wouldn't be the end of the world.  

PART IV

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

I’m A Monster (Loki X Vampire!Reader)

Characters: Loki X Vampire!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Blood

Request:Can I request a Loki x reader? She's on the team and a vampire. When Thor brings Loki to stay at the tower she's automatically drawn to his scent. They end up falling for each other and he allows her to nip him a few times for bloody treat.

You had been on the team for a while. You were already a bit of an oddball so you fit right in. Fury had you on the team since you were agile, fast, but also incredibly strong. You’re not sure but it might have something to do with the fact that you’re a vampire. Because of this, you had a thirst for blood and so Tony had to pay for bags of blood for you. You only needed a shot of blood once a day to function, but Tony didn’t want to run out and then you be in a bad place where your instincts kick in and someone could get hurt.

Because of your lifestyle and everything at came with it, including accidents, lashing out, and being raised as a natural born killer, you had a strong mind. You could catch peoples scent and know a lot about them without them even speaking to you.

“I don’t understand why I must spend time at this tower!” Loki roared at his brother. Thor just pulled him along to the main room. Thor had asked if his brother could stay at the tower. Tony was hesitant for obvious reasons, and he had strict rules. No taking over the world, no leaving the tower without one of the other avengers. One muck up and he’d be locked away.

Before they entered the room, you could sense Thor, but you could sense someone else… they had an interesting scent, one that made you fascinated by the person who had it. The door opened and Loki looked around the room, instantly locking eyes with you. A fresh, interesting face. He could tell something was off about you, but he couldn’t guess what.

Nat didn’t like the way he was looking at you and was quick to sit close by and glare.  

After Loki was allowed to wander the tower, he quickly made his way to his room to be alone. He hated being here and wanted to leave as soon as possible, but he knew the only way to leave was if he showed compassion and love in his heart.

He heard a knock on his door before it opened, revealing you. He creased his eyebrows, why had you come to see him? “Who are you? I don’t remember seeing you last time I was here.” He commented. You came and sat on the bottom of his bed and he sat at the top.

“My name is Y/N, I joined the Avengers not long ago. During the battle I was actually considered a villain myself… they took me in and helped me.” You informed him.

“If you believe that they will forgive me, you’d be wrong. I am considered a monster to them.” He spat at you. You looked him right in the eye, and he felt rather unsettled.

“I am a monster, Loki. I can run at inhumane speeds, rip men apart with my bare hands, and I do it simply for the blood. I’m a vampire, Loki. I’m a true monster, the things kids are scared of, and they pushed that aside and helped me. If they can do that for a real monster, they can help a considered monster.” You informed him, standing up and moving to the door. “If you need me, you can find me in my room or in the main room, don’t worry, I don’t bite.” You joked, before leaving the room.

Getting close to him didn’t help your addiction to his scent. Something about him was just… captivating.

Loki and you would talk every day and you were one of the only people he talked to, and the only one he liked. The Avengers usually found you talking about something random, laughing together and you teaching him about your world while he tells you about his. You were best friends and your friendship rivalled in danger with Natasha and Clint.

“Agent L/N, I need a word.” Fury ordered. You quickly left Loki’s side to go talk to your boss. Since his time here, you hadn’t gone on a mission. You were faster and stronger at night, so they only sent you on night missions every so often. Loki being Loki, he followed quietly behind. “You have a mission to complete tonight. You’ll be going alone, here are the reports.” Fury told you, handing the files to you.

As soon as you walked back into the room, Loki was quick to grab your hand and take you to his room. “Loki what’s wrong?” You asked.

“Are you going on a mission all by yourself?” He asked. Realising he overheard, you sighed.

“Loki, I’ve gone on them before. I’ll be fine.” You reassured. “I need to go.” You told him, turning to leave but he kept his grip on your arm.

“Why? Where are you going?” He asked. You sighed.

“I need a shot of blood to make sure I’m at my strongest for the mission. Tony has some blood stocked in for me. It’s the next closest thing to fresh blood.” You told him. Instead of letting you go, he offered his wrist to you. You looked up at him surprised but he just looked stern.

“Fresh blood is better, right?” He asked.

“Are you sure?” You asked, and he quickly nodded.

You sat down with him, and carefully sunk your teeth into his arm. He didn’t seem to be in pain, he didn’t even flinch. He just kept his eyes on you. You only took a few sips before pulling away and cleaning up his arm.

“Thanks for this…” You told him.  He shook his head and quickly dismissed it.

“Agent L/N, it’s time to head to your mission.” The interspeaker informed you. You sent a reassuring smile to Loki, giving him a kiss on the head before leaving.

You were gone the entire night. Loki could barely sleep. What if something went wrong? Laying there, he realised how badly he needed you… how much he craved you. Your smile, your laugh, your voice, how you kept him down to earth, and treated him normally. It finally came to him why he found you so interesting.

He loved you.

He waited in your room for you to come back. His heart wouldn’t stop beating at a rapid speed. He jumped up when the door opened. You walked in, your head down. As soon as the door closed you seemed to sink into the floor. Loki quickly picked you up, sitting you on the bed and turning on the light. He saw the blood that stained your hands and dug under your nails. “Y/N, what happened?” He asked softly.

“I… I lost control… he got me so angry… he talked about you and I got so angry… I-I ripped him in half…” You admitted. Loki held onto you tightly. He had never seen you at a disadvantage. He had only seen you as a strong woman.

“Hey, it’s ok. We all mess up. You looked up at him.

“I-I’m a monster…” You told him. He shook his head quickly.

“I don’t care. I still love you.” He blurted. You looked at him surprised by what he said.

“You don’t mean that.” You accused. You were covered in another man’s blood, how could he love you? To prove his point, he quickly kissed you.

“I mean every word.”

Thank you for reading! If you have any questions or requests, please send them in!

*Not my gif

[infernalodie]

𝐀𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏) || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦“

Inspo: Sleep Token - Alkaline

Pairing: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: When you met her gaze, something in you knew simplicity was forever gone...

Warnings: Description of murder and mainly building plot.

Part Two - Finale

Words: 1503

DNI IF YOU’RE SENSITIVE TO WARNIGNS ABOVE!

Dust particles, bugs, buzzing lightbulbs, and cold steel bars. Tattered clothes, aching limbs, starvation, dehydration. These were all things that you had to adapt to. The conditions of your captivity were nothing shorter than torturous. All because of the damn creatures that lurked at night feeding on innocents that matched the right criteria for their consumption.

Vampires. Wretches that came from an unknown entity or power. Information on them was vague other than what the governments divulged.

You’d never encountered such, but you had known of their existence. It was a worldwide problem that the higher powers weren’t sure of how to combat. So, it left the defenceless the main victims.

But two days when you were taken, you made sure to put up a fight. Stabbing one of those vile creatures in the throat before you were knocked out. Now thinking back to it, there might’ve been some better ulterior actions you could’ve made, but you knew it would’ve ended with you in here. Locked away in what seemed to be a whiskey distiller judging by the barrels lining the walls and brick pillars keeping the foundation above standing.

The details were meaningless. You’d seen fellow prisoners be taken wailing and screaming, kicking their legs about like children in some false hope that they would get away. And when they were taken above the basement, they were never seen or heard from again.

No one knew what they exactly did. From the whispers of conversation, you could hear from down the hall, you knew the vampires were harvesting them. And when they were done harvesting, they killed the human. There didn’t seem to be a sign of them ever stopping either.

Pressed to the corner of your cell, you toyed with a rock. Digging the object into the ground, scribbling random shapes. But the sound of voices alerted you, lifting your head to hear footsteps approach. Shadows danced across the walls from what looked like candlelight.

“Miss Romanoff, you must understand that this is a business,” a man’s voice spoke. “We can’t just take one from the batch. We’ll be behind on our deal with the Director. He expects 20 that are ready to ship and supply to allies. Not 19 and a half.”

The source of the voice appeared from down the hall. A man with a suit that had dust and tattered sleeves was following a woman, two guards behind them. Their faces revealed for a millisecond as they passed a light fixture hanging from the ceiling.

You caught sight of the woman’s vivid red hair, resembling the tone of a rose. Her white dress shirt compensates for her chest with two overall straps connecting to her black dress pants and hooked over her shoulders. Black leather gloves stuffed into her pockets, able to hear the fabric straining from clenched fists.

The man skittishly following in tandem was a mess. A lens in his glasses cracked and his hair was unkempt. His suit was ruined with dirt and ripped with his dress shoes looked older than yourself. But his drugged-out nature did make you believe this was a man of ingenuity. After all, he was questioning the woman on business on the correct measures to take.

They stopped within the darkness, obscuring their expressions from your vision. You made no movement to change that, too afraid of what type of attention it might draw. Instead, you heard the woman, Romanoff, exhale heavily. “Where is the half barrel?”

“R-Right here, ma’am.” The man moved toward the wall and pointed to the one in question. “I highly suggest that we fill it with the remaining prisoner of the batch before we think of-” As the man turned to the woman, her hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the ground.

The sheer force of the impact made the ground vibrate faintly. The man choked, unfinished pleas slipping out through cracked lips. “Must I remind you Banner of who it is you speak to? Or shall I save myself the breath and kill two birds with one stone?” Romanoff questioned. Her voice a rich American accent that had a tinge of darkness to it, calling upon goosebumps to rise across your body.

She reached toward the barrel mentioned before and popped the cork, causing the liquid to spill out. Romanoff pulled Banner’s face underneath and kept him there. Gurgles of his attempt to breathe fall weak. His body thrashed and his hands fought at the vampire's vice grip.

You couldn’t help but cringe at the sounds, closing your eyes with your face twisting up in disgust. It wasn’t as bad as the many things you’d seen on the news or from the media, but it still left your stomach twisting in disgust.

When the sounds stopped, you peeled your eyes open to see the last three figures standing in the hall talking quietly. But your attention quickly shifted toward the stream of blood coming from where the three were standing. Its red, thick form absorbs the dirt and dust as it slipped beneath your cell door and invaded your temporary space of hell.

There was no stopping the whimper that fell from your lips. Rapidly attempting to stand to your feet, you accidentally placed the palm of your hand on the rock you had been toying with. Applying too much pressure to the point that you pierced your hand, making you hiss as you pressed your back firmly to the wall, holding the limb close to your chest.

But it was too late. You could hear footsteps slowly and methodically approach. A harsh chill clung to the inside of your chest as you stared into the darkness as the figure grew large and closer. Until she stood in front of your cage door. The light hung above you gave you some vision of her face. Her strong jawline, plump lips, and pale complexion. But her eyes stood out the most. They glowed a fluent red, much like her hair. Both were beautiful if you hadn’t known what she had done and what she would continue doing after you were dead.

“Y/n, isn’t it?” Her question made you shiver. The sound of your name rolling off her tongue was faintly soothing. Maybe this was just another trick or power that vampires had that you weren’t aware of. But you wanted to hear it more.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself and say that the woman wasn’t attractive. She truly was the definition of gifted in beauty. It made you wonder if she used it to her advantage. If this “business” she conducted was originally built on her looks and how her voice had some sort of hypnotizing effect.

“How do you know my name?” You barked defensively, but your intimidation was less than none.

The woman sighed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a vintage cigarette case and a lighter. “My men go through the belongings of the people we take. Learn who they are, what makes them tick, and if any of their family meets their standards to be harvested,” she explained. “But I went through yours, personally.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Is it some sick and twisted turn-on for you? To get to know the person you’re going to kill?” You spat. “Well, you can learn this. Killing one of your men was the best decision I’ve ever made. I can die happily knowing they're dead.”

Romanoff chuckled, placing the cigarette between her lips and lighting it. The orange glow reveals her full face and her eyes staring intently at you. It was unsettling. You thought she would be rearing to rip your throat out or give you the same fate as Banner, but she just stared. She wasn’t giving anything away for you to act upon.

Inhaling deeply, Romanoff pulled the stick from her lips and exhaled slowly. “You mean, Rogers?” One of the two figures behind her stepped forward just enough to reveal a bandage around his throat. Eyes resembling daggers directed toward you as Romanoff continued. “It will take a day or two to heal since everyone under my command has strict orders. But I am sad to say Y/n, you didn’t kill him.”

There was silence only found on your end, pulling a grin across the other woman’s face. She waved her hand, saying, “I mean, we can go over the countless things likely running through your head, but I have my own plans for you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t you dare fucking try it,” you warned. “I’ll kill you myself.”

Romanoff laughed, tossing her cigarette into the stream of blood and clapping her hands. “This is why you’re going to be mine, Y/n. You’ve got heart, just like how I imagined you too,” she said. “I’ve waited so long for this day.”

With one last wave of her hand, the door swung open, the lock shattering. And you couldn’t get a word out before Rogers charged at you and darkness claimed your vision.

[galgadotsgal-blog]

Masterlist

NCT

BTS

MONSTA X

TXT ( no smut for them for they are all babies )

SF9

BLACKPINK

STRAY KIDS

• Harry Potter

• Ronald Weasley

• Hermione granger

• Draco Malfoy

• Young! Sirius black

• Young! Severus snape

• Young! James Potter

• Young! Remus lupin

• Young! Lucius malfoy

Gar Logan ( titans )

Jason Todd ( titans )

- another nsfw alphabet w/ Jason Todd

- nsfw alphabet w/ Jason todd

Dick Grayson ( titans )

Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle

Clark Kent

Tim drake

Wally west ( young justice )

Connor Kent ( young justice )

Martian manhunter

Miss Martian

Joker

Batfam

- the family ( Batfam x fem number reader, umbrella academy )

Captain marvel

Natasha romanoff

Peitro maximoff

Wanda maximoff

T’challa

Peter Parker

Tony stark

Clint Barton

Steve Rodgers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Venom

Eddie Brock

Okeye

Wolverine

Charles Xavier

Magneto

Brad Davis (yes I write for him)

Runnan

Rayla

Callum

Aaravos

Claudia

Soren

Bnha

Children of whales

Attack on titan

My bride is a mermaid

Rosario + a vampire

Naruto

Ouran high school host club

Blue exorcist

Avatar the last airbender

Seven deadly sins

Umbrella academy

- the family (Batfam x fem number reader crossover )

Supernatural

Teen wolf

Twilight

Stranger things

Voltron

My babysitters a vampire

Detective pikachu

Nsfw alphabet

[infernalodie]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 (𝐩𝐭.𝟏)

“𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵“

Inspo: Chase Atlantic - Consume

Pairing: Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Werewolf!Fem!reader

Summary: She found you in the most unexpected times and she has sworn to protect you at all costs.

Warnings: Torture, gore, and some angst.

Words: 2112

Part Two

The steel walls that lined the hallway were all too familiar to Natasha. They had the familiar residue of doctors, scientists, and soldiers that patrolled up and down the winding halls. It reeked of scents from all different types of colognes and sweats. A true detestable aroma Natasha hated encountering every time she came to this part of the base.

But she did it for you.

Coming to that all too familiar door, red and yellow stripes lining the door. Precautions for what lay awake just on the other side of this small chamber. Looking up at the camera above the door, Natasha stared at the lens for a moment before the door unlocked. It slid open, revealing blackness with the heavy aroma that she missed more than her mortality.

Natasha’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and immediately spotted the small figure curled in the corner of her cage. Body trembling with the scent of salt in the air; tears. Stepping inside, the door slid behind her, plunging her into the black before a single light inside the cage turned on. Revealing her little pup.

You were shaking, trembling from the things the doctors had done to your body. Scars from old and new traumas touching your silk skin. Tears of anguish run down your cheeks, silently praying to a higher power to let you free. But that was Natasha’s guess considering there were whimpered words falling from your lips as you. The space around you was torn to shred with your small mattress no longer resembling a piece of comfort with all its fluff scattered across the cage floor.

It hurt her seeing you like this. You were so, broken. She never wanted you to get caught up in her troubles. If she’d known what would come from ever meeting you, maybe she would’ve left you to die in those woods.

For 10 minutes, Natasha had been inhaling that scent of rare blood. She knew it to be from a Werewolf, but finding where it was had been quite some trouble. None of her other troops had stopped the dog yet, but she believes that from her tracking, she was starting to catch up to the disgusting creature. Its scent only grew stronger the closer she got.

Breaking through the edge of a clearing, she heard the whimpering of a dog. Even with the heavy winds, the scent and sound didn’t get carried with it. She walked through the knee-high grass. A path already being laid out from the Werewolf that had come through with specks of blood weighing down on the blades.

As she got further she finally saw the whimpering dog. Chest rising and falling with quiet cries falling from its lips. She could see the large wound on the Werewolf's stomach. It was from teeth marks and had ripped the flesh at a gruesome depth that barely revealed your organs. One ear was bitten off and the Werewolf’s arms were scratched and bitten to shreds. Even half of its face was torn off, revealing the bone.

She clicked her tongue as she stepped forward, alerting the Werewolf to turn its head towards her with a whimper. Eyes shut with its breaths beginning to become shallow each second. “You dogs never could follow the peace treaty, could you?” She crouched beside the Werewolf, nose scrunching up in disgust of the hairy beast. “Steve never could stay in his kennel, could he?

Laughing, Natasha glanced around and looked back down at you with a grin. “So, now he has you guys hunting in our lands, right? Steal our food?” She asked aloud, beginning to shake her head as she stood up and began to pace. “No. No, no, no. That just won’t work. I don’t know what the hell happened to you, but you just broke our peace treaty. Now, I know you can’t tell Steve with you all fucked up as you are, so I’ll take your head and put it on a post just at the border. That sound all right, Mut?”

When she looked down, she felt her chest tighten at the sight of a bright set of your eyes staring up at her. They have dilated adorably - if she was being honest - they were tired. No fight could be seen in those beautiful eyes and instead of you, the Werewolf reaching out to attack, you curled up. Tail tucked between its legs - everything. It was surrendering in fear.

Natasha didn’t know what to say or do. She was used to Werewolves putting up a little fight in the decades before. They fought valiantly, but at the end of the day, they were merely dogs that she put down. But there was something about this one that made her stop for a moment and just stare curiously at you. She knew there to be someone just beyond this form and she wished to know and see who it may be.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing?” She muttered, crouching down and running a hand through the lush black fur. Natasha’s smiled faintly when she saw your curious bright eyes staring up at her. Body somewhat relaxing under the soft palm of the vampire.

But she saw your eyes constrict and flicker behind her. It’d been too late for her to react, but you roared. Quickly shoving Natasha out of the way and attacking the Werewolf that had been sneaking up on her. Your mouth wrapped around the Werewolf’s throat with your teeth beginning to sink into the flesh.

With you wounded badly, it didn’t take much for the other to use that to their advantage. Claws stab into your stomach and cause you to cry out, letting go and stumbling back onto the ground. Whimpering and crying when you felt the large foot press against your chest. Those all too familiar red eyes staring down at you with amusement.

By some slight chance of savoury, the vampire grabbed the Werewolf by the throat and slammed the creature to the ground. Grabbing its arm and beginning to pull ruthlessly. When the wolf cried and attempted to scratch at Natasha, its arm was restricted by another vampire, Yelena, who wore a grin.

It only took a few seconds later before Natasha tore the Werewolf’s arm off and slapped them with it. She growled, tossing the limb to the side as she pressed her foot to the wolf’s throat. “Pete, nice to see you, kid.”

The painful sound of bones cracking filled the air as Peter’s Werewolf form reanimated to his human. His groans and cries of pain filled the air as he choked on open air. “You are breaking the law, Nat,” the boy spat. “This could start a war.”

Yelena laughed in amusement. “And I am sure you hunting onto our land isn’t, right?”

Natasha hummed, glancing back at you. Finding your form to have reverted to your human with your bare flesh exposed to the night air. Your silk skin was showcased to her in so many places for her to get a taste. But she blinked, clearing her mind of the thoughts and looked to her sister. “Give her your jacket.”

The other seemed reluctant, clearly not used to seeing her sister show care for their opposition, but listed nonetheless. Allowing her sister to keep the boy pinned as she went to your unconscious form and covered it with her jacket.

“Why were you hunting her?” Natasha asked, jutting her head towards you.

Peter huffed and puffed, groaning from the venomous pain from his missing arm. “Our business doesn’t concern you, Nat,” he hissed. “Tribe affairs. Leave her with me and we’ll be off your land.”

Natasha clicked her tongue. “As far as I am concerned, you were practically hunting a pup. Was she putting up any fight, Mut?” She asked as the boy continued to glare up at her. “I think you’ll take her place on that pike quite nicely, don’t you?”

Before the boy could ask what she meant, her hands wrapped around his head and began to pull. Screams of pain filled the air until suddenly the flesh and bone gave way with Natasha dismembering the boy. Blood shooting from the open wound and splashing her face with his disgusting foul blood.

She stood to her feet, holding the head tight in her hands as she turned back to Yelena, who didn’t at all seem bothered by her sister’s actions. “Take her back to the halfway house. Leave her in my room.”

Yelena clenched her jaw, lifting your weightless body in her arms. “You know, Tony isn’t going to like this very much. He already has it out for you from last year.”

Natasha scoffed. “This isn’t a debate he gets to have. Just take her and I’ll take care of her when I get back.”

The blonde nodded before sprinting in the direction of their base. Natasha marched in the direction of Steve’s compound.

Steve’s tired figure was relaxed in his chair by the campfire. The night air brushed past him with small brushes with his eyes closed, still wishing to feel Peggy’s warm touch. A year had passed since he lost her. It’d been a long and unforgiving year for him without her by his side. And there would be many more to come.

But his eyes shot open when he heard the front gates swing open rapidly. Turning his head to find Sam and Bucky running in his direction. Their scents were intermingled with something familiar. Blood.

“Steve, you need to come see this,” Bucky told his best friend, who didn’t wait to ask questions and followed them.

“What is it?” Steve asked curiously.

Neither answered, but stopped good 10 feet outside of the gates and pointed to the hill in the distance. A pike stabbed into the ground with an object on top. Steve’s eyes narrowed and he felt his chest tighten up. Peter Parker. Below it was a piece of paper tied to it and Steve’s anger and resentment mounted to a new level.

‘Stay in your kennel, Muts.’

“Puppy?” The soft voice had you lifting your head slowly. Your glassy vision obscured what was in front of you, but you quickly were able to make out that red hair.

Your face scrunched up as you crawled to the glass and pressed your hand to it. Tears streamed down your cut and bruised face as you stared at your girlfriend pleadingly. “Nat, please, I can’t stay in here. I need to be with you.”

Natasha felt her heart crack with each syllable that fell from your lips. Her eyes beginning to welt up as she sat just opposite of you. Carefully placing her cold hand over yours. So close, but still so far.

It must’ve been 3 months since she was captured and you were locked in this cage. For too long has she been deprived of your blood, specifically. And for far longer, you have been deprived of her touch. The only moments she got with you were these. Which was a sorry excuse of making up for the lost time.

“You’ll be out soon, I promise,” Natasha reassured. “I just need to pay off my debt with Fury, and then I-”

“Stop lying to me!” You screamed, shocking the woman as you sobbed. Hand sliding down from the glass as you curled up in a ball. “I can’t take it anymore, Nat. They’re killing me! I feel her being ripped from inside of me Natasha and I can’t stop them!”

“Feel who, Y/n?” Natasha sat up, leaning closer to the glass. “What do you mean, baby?”

“Luna!” You cried. “They’re sucking me dry and taking her from me! I can’t lose her, please! Oh God, please, help me!”

Her heart was shattering into a million pieces hearing you. Not only because she was seeing her little puppy suffering, but your voice was mixed with Luna’s. Both of you crying out for her, begging for her assistance.

But she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t break you out because it would just result in you being killed. And if that happened, she wouldn’t have any reason to live. Truthfully, she wouldn’t be able to live without you. After you marked her, it extended to her and made the idea of space unbearable for both of you.

But it would only have to be for a little longer. Natasha had a plan beginning to be formulated in her head as she had made her way here. She could only hope that Maria knew where she came from and would follow through on her end.

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Marvel Masterlist

$ = Smut * = Fluff ! = Angst

Wanda Maximoff

($) The Wolf - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

(*) A Sunday Kind of Love - Wanda Maximoff x Black!Male!reader

Kate Bishop

(!) Opera House - Kate Bishop x Black!Male!reader

(! * $) Mark My Words - Kate Bishop x Male!reader Part One - Part Two

(! * $) You’re All I Want - Kate Bishop x Fem!reader Part One - Part Two

Natasha Romanoff

(! *) Hurt For Me - Natasha Romanoff x Black!Male!reader

(*) Play With Fire - Natasha Romanoff x Black!Male!reader

(!) Everybody Dies - Natasha Romanoff x Black!Male!reader

(! *) Reputation - Natasha Romanoff x Black!Male!reader

($) Desire - Succubus!Natasha Romanoff x Buff!Black!Fem!reader (medieval au)

($) Flash - Jarl!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader (viking au)

(! * $) Gangs of London Series - Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

(! *) Consume - Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Lycan!Fem!reader Part One - Part Two

($ *) Billie Bossa Nova - Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

(! $) Dracula - Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Black!Fem!reader

(! $ *) Alkaline - Vampire!Natasha Romanoff x Black!Fem!reader Part One - Part Two - Finale

Yelena Belova

($) For Your Love - Yelena Belova x Fem!reader

(! * $) I Can’t Go on Without You - Demon!Yelena Belova x Fem!reader Part One - Part Two

Steve Rogers

(!) A Final Stand - Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!reader

Jennifer Walters

($) Piece Of You - Jennifer Walters x Black!Fem!reader

(! $) Mount Everest - Jennifer Walters x Fem!reader

Shuri Udaku

(*) Hide & Seek - Shuri x Black!Male!reader

(! $) Need You - Shuri x Black!Male!reader

Gwen Stacy (Into The Spider-Verse)

(!) Ascenisionism - Gwen Stacy x Black!Fem!reader Part One - Part Two

(!) The Bridge - Gwen Stacy x Black!Fem!reader

Miguel O'Hara

($) flowers & sex - Miguel O'Hara x Gn!Reader

(!) Multiple Endings - Miguel O’Hara x Black!Fem!reader

More coming soon...