#black widow x yn

[pipsipey17]

across my memory.

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: an arranged marriage led you to leaving the woman you love. who knew that you would meet again merely a decade later only under different circumstances once upon a december.

contains: angst and some fluff (if you squint hard enough)

a/n: i recommend listening to once upon a december while reading this cause i sorta based this story on that song :>

You have received an invitation by the neighboring kingdom of Volkov, they were inviting you and your husband to their grand ball in celebration of the king’s birthday. 

As you were checking yourself in the mirror you suddenly heard a knock on the door, “Are you all prepared my dear?” your husband asked. 

“I- um… yes, I’m all ready now.” You replied and stood up swiftly from your seat then grabbed all your belongings before leaving the room. 

Once you opened the door, your husband greeted you with awe and admiration in his eyes. You were wearing a deep red ball gown with beads and pearls surrounding it, there was nothing really special about your ball gown, in fact, you found it stocked away in your closet. “You always look so mesmerizing, my love.” He said and kissed you on the cheek and offered his arm for you to hold. 

Attending grand balls wasn't something you really liked, in fact, you always found them socially tiring but your husband thinks otherwise. He would always be happy to attend these gatherings, because of the chance to socialize with other people which he oh so love whereas you were acting like an obedient wife following him everywhere he goes.   

~~~

You finally arrived at the ball and as usual, you walked beside your husband as he chatted with some of your friends and acquaintances. 

“Artur, it has been a while old friend.” A man suddenly said as he shook your husband’s hand and kissed your gloved hand as a greeting. You realized that it was the king himself, Roman Volkov. 

“It has been indeed, I see you’ve finally married.” Artur gesturing to the woman who is assumingly his wife who has a fan covered across her face, only her eyes seemingly visible to you. 

Emerald eyes. Eyes that you remember all too well. 

It’s her. 

“I’m Natasha, it's a pleasure to meet you Artur.” Natasha spoke and bowed slightly to him.  

“The pleasure is all mine,” your husband said as he kissed Natasha’s gloved hand, “This is my wife, Y/N.” Artur introduced and you bowed to her slightly in greeting. 

“Why don’t you both ladies chat whilst Artur and I chat to catch up on things while having drinks?” Roman said as he planted his arm onto your husband’s shoulder.

“Sounds like a great idea,” Artur suddenly chimed.

A total bad idea.  

“Alright, but don’t drink too much.” You said to him.

“I’ll see you later, love.” Artur said, then kissed you on the cheek before he left with Roman. You could feel Natasha’s eyes on the both of you. 

Natasha removed the fan from her face revealing her full facial features, it’s like she hasn’t even aged. She still looks beautiful as you remembered. “Follow me.” she said before you both walked in silence.

Someone holds me safe and warm

Your mind was racing with questions, it has been merely 12 years since you saw each other and the night you promised her a life with you for eternity. 

Horses prance through a silver storm

Figures dancing gracefully

“Some wine?” Natasha offered as the two of you entered what assumably is their entertainment hall because of the piano on the side of the room and with the bookshelves around.

“No, thank you.” You replied, making Natasha shrug and poured herself some wine.

“I can’t believe you’re married, for how long?” you asked.

Natasha swallowed her wine and replied, “For almost five years now.”

Your heart sank upon hearing those words, but you knew it was bound to happen after what you said to her all those years ago.

“I'll end our marriage in five years time, and I promise that I'll be with you until my last breath.”

Across my memory

“Do you actually love him? Is that why you didn't leave him like you said you would years ago?” Natasha suddenly blurted out.

You were taken aback by her question, “Natasha, I-”

“It’s only a simple yes or no question Y/N.”  

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down before saying, “Yes, I love him.” 

That wasn't enough to convince her. She started to move closer and you kept backing away but eventually your back hit the wall, “Look me in the eyes and say that one more time.”

Far away long ago

You looked into her emerald green eyes, oh how you missed those eyes of hers, eyes that would look at you with much love and admiration, but now, her eyes were filled with something different, rage, anger, and sadness.

Glowing dim as an ember

Your mouth opened but nothing came out making Natasha smirk and say, “I know you’re lying but if you insist.”

You wanted to speak but you knew she wasn't done, “You said to wait for you for five years but I waited for six long painful years before I fully convinced myself that you weren’t coming back. I eventually decided to marry Roman. I told myself that I’ll learn to love him and hopefully forget about you throughout our marriage.

But I couldn’t, I acted like a faithful wife around him but I acted like I was in a brothel when he wasn’t around. I slept with multiple women trying to banish you from my mind but I just couldn’t.”

You were stunned and shocked with what she said but she continued, “You probably have forgotten about me after all these years, seeing that you didn’t come back for me five years after you got married.”

Things my heart used to know

You couldn't stay quiet any longer,  “How could I forget the woman who loved me for who I am, the woman who made me feel like I was safe with her. The woman who made me feel like I was… home.” You replied and you suddenly felt your eyes sting, tears wanting to fall but you stopped yourself from being too vulnerable in front of her. 

“If you truly loved me, you could’ve done what you promised all those years ago!” Natasha said in an almost yelling tone. She saw you flinch at her words and immediately regretted raising her voice at you, “I-I'm sorry.” she said and approached you once again.

Things it yearns to remember

She cupped your cheek and her eyes flickered onto your lips silently asking for consent. You nodded slightly and closed your eyes until finally feeling her lips on yours. It was filled with passion and longing, almost like it was a perfect puzzle.

You missed this, you missed the feeling of kissing her, touching her, you missed everything about her.

“You’re as beautiful as the day I last saw you.” you said which made Natasha smile sadly. 

Your tears started to stream down your cheeks and she was there to wipe them, just like how she would before. 

“Would you still run away with me if I asked you to?” Natasha asked with a slight smirk on her face.

You shook your head slightly, “I can’t.” you whispered.

“You can’t or you won’t?” Natasha retorted.

You held her hand and placed it onto your stomach, “I’m… pregnant.” 

You felt Natasha tense up at the unexpected news but she asked, “Does he know?” and you shook your head, “I haven’t told him yet.”

“We can still run away together, we’ll take care and raise the child like our own.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Natasha,” you let go of her hand and walked to where the wine bottle was, grabbing yourself a glass.  “Artur has been wanting to have a child for years and me leaving him for you is a death sentence, for me and especially you.” You said and immediately drank half of the wine in your glass. “This unborn child is now my priority. That is why as much as I want to leave the place I call hell everyday and take another chance of a new life with you I can’t.”

You took another drink and more tears started to flow down, “It also would be best if this is the last time we’ll see each other.” you said with a choked sob. 

Natasha immediately approached you and made you face her, “No, no, moya lyubov, please,” she begged. If her voice already sounded like she was hurt, her eyes showed more pain. “It’s been more than a decade since we last saw each other Y/N, isn’t this supposed to be a sign from the gods that we’re meant to be with each other?” 

She was right, despite after not seeing each for years on end, fate had decided that the both of you would meet once again once the both of you had lost all hope. 

Only in different and more complicated circumstances now.

Natasha held your hand and said, “Please Y/N, don’t leave me again.” Her eyes were begging for you to leave with her.

A sudden knock on the door made you both stand still. “Y/N? Are you in there with Natasha?” It was your husband. 

“I… uh- yes, we’re in here.” you replied and Artur entered the room. 

“As much as I hate to interrupt your chatting but we best get going, it is almost midnight and I know how much you value your rest.” He said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, “I sure hope you and Natasha had a great chat.” 

“We did.” Natasha dryly replied with a fake smile plastered on her face as he looked at your husband. 

Artur smiled and asked you, “Well, shall we go?” 

“Yes, let’s go.” you replied and Artur started to walk you outside with him. “Actually, there’s something I’d like to ask Natasha… alone.” you said to him.

“Alright my love, I’ll wait for you outside.” Artur then left the room and once you heard him shut the door you immediately rushed towards Natasha and crashed your lips onto hers one last time. 

And a song someone sings

Natasha felt it, and you did too.

It was farewell.

You walked out of the room without saying another word, only holding onto the memory of a forbidden love that two women failed to save despite being given another chance to do so.   

Perhaps in another life or in another universe, you and Natasha lived the lives you wanted together. It just wasn’t this one.

Once upon a December

[epiphany-of-a-madwoman]

Forever is the Sweetest Con | N. Romanoff

▹ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

▹ Genre: Fluff with mentions of Smut

▹ Words: ~4k

▹ Summary: The moment you met Nat, you knew it was gonna be one of those things.

▹ Note: I am very gay, that is all.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

You’d first met Natasha at a bar. 

It was a Thursday night and the dive bar was empty. Quiet chatter muddled the music coming out of the speakers. You were seated up front at the bartop, a drink in hand, mindlessly stirring it with the pink straw it came with. The stress of the day was heavy on your mind, but lifting with each sip of your drink. The barstool creaked each time you shifted, the disruptive noise keeping you from falling into a haze. 

The barstool beside you scraped against the floor, a new presence felt on your left. A soft, tired sigh was breathed through your teeth, assuming it was another man that was insistent he was exactly what you needed. And while normally you’d play into it, twirling your hair and giving them coy smiles, whatever it took to get free drinks for the night. Men were always willing to believe whatever story you painted them, and more willing to believe drinks were all it took for a woman to sleep with them. Then once the night drew to a close, you’d disappear from sight, leaving them high and dry.

Tonight wasn’t one of those nights. You’d take the financial hit of buying your own drinks in return for not having to giggle at inane comments or feign interest at a man finally learning what empathy was via a shroom trip. The day had already been exhausting enough, you didn’t have it in you to fake it. 

So you turned your head, a scathing rejection on the tip of your tongue that promptly dissolved. Perched in the barstool with a vintage leather jacket was a redheaded woman. She was striking; emerald eyes with a stare that left you feeling bare and plump lips curled into a coy grin that left you feeling like a nervous teenager again. She had high cheekbones with a face that deserved to be on a magazine, not lit by the dingy bar lights.  

“Rough night?” she asked, her voice low and raspy. Her words broke you from the trance she put you in, and from the glint in her eyes, she knew the effect she’d had. Mouth suddenly dry, you swallowed thickly to moisten it, scrambling for something, anything, to say. 

“Something like that,” you uttered, tipping your glass into your mouth, relishing in the brief burn brought by the tequila mixed in your drink. With a clink, you set the glass back on the bartop, licking the liquid that fell from your lips. 

“Maybe I can help, I know a thing or two about rough nights,” she said, tilting her head to the side, flagging the bartender over to the two of you. “What are you drinking tonight?” 

You shrugged, sparing a cursory glance towards your drink before they rested on her again. “Not sure, I let the bartender surprise me. It’s got tequila, I know that.”

“How about you let me surprise you next.” The words fell from her mouth with ease. They were innocent enough, yet that didn’t keep the flush from burning your face. There was a double meaning to her words, you were sure of it, you just weren’t sure of the exact innuendo that was implied. 

“Sure, but you’ve gotta give me your name first. I don’t accept drinks from strangers.” Your response was quick, voice not at all betraying just how nervous she made you.

She laughed, a short and quiet sound as her smirk curled into an amused grin. “Well I guess that’s something we need to fix.” She holds her hand out to you, “Natasha.”

You took her hand in yours, shaking it. Her grip was firm, but not painful, hands soft and fitting perfectly within yours. “Y/N.”

“Pretty name for a pretty lady.” 

You couldn’t help the snort you breathed out through your nose. You’d heard that line a million times, but never had it sounded so sweet. “If that’s your best line, you must coast on your looks.” You spoke before thinking, internally wincing, praying Natasha wouldn’t take them harshly. 

Instead of frowning, and awkwardly mumbling an excuse to leave, Natasha laughed, eyes twinkling with amusement. The noise was pleasant in your ears, making your heart race against your chest. From the light feeling it put in your head, you were determined to hear that sound for the rest of your life. 

“So you think I’m pretty?” she asked once her laughter silenced. She raised a single, perfectly plucked brow and leaned her body closer to yours. Her perfume wafted into your senses: vanilla, bergament, and jasmine. It was nearly as intoxicating as the tequila in your drink.

“Am I blind?” you laughed, finishing the rest of your drink, wincing as the liquor burned at the back of your throat. You set the glass down, eyes not leaving Natasha’s for a second. 

“I don’t know. How many fingers am I holding up.” She held up three fingers, nails perfectly manicured with fresh polish coloring them red. 

You hummed, feigning an inquisitive stare, squinting your eyes for extra flare. Natasha stifled a small chuckle, biting the bottom of her lip. “Two,” you said after a few moments. Natasha snorted and shook her head. 

“Three, I’m holding up three. Maybe you really are blind.”

You shook your head, reached toward her hand that was still holding up the same three fingers. Your hand wrapped around hers, causing shivers to run up your spine from the contact. “No, it’s two, this--” you put down her thumb. “-is a thumb. So technically, it was two fingers and a thumb.” 

Natasha groaned and rolled her eyes, but didn’t remove her hand from yours. She intertwined her fingers with yours, as comfortable with your touch as you were with hers. “That’s juvenile, it really is.” 

“But you can’t argue with the logic,” you responded, laughing lightly and eager to keep her talking. A thousand jokes and quippy comments ran through your mind, anything to keep her laughing at you. 

“I could, but I’d much rather just sit here and watch you.” 

Your breath was caught in your throat, a flush appearing on your face. You’d heard compliments like that a million times, but those had always felt vapid. Natasha’s eyes though, made you believe she meant it as more than idle flattery. Before you could respond the bartender came over. Natasha ordered two drinks, but you weren’t paying it mind, too busy cementing her side profile to your memory. 

“So, Y/N--” Natasha’s voice puts your focus back into the real world. “What’s got you so stressed tonight?”

You sighed, rolling your eyes, today’s work day coming back to you. “Just work. I’d rather not get into it if you don’t mind. I’d like to pretend the day never happened, at least for the evening.” 

Natasha nodded, not pushing the issue. She knew stressful work days, and also knew sometimes it was best to not speak on them. A moment later, the bartender slid two drinks towards you two, one of which had another neon pink straw. You grabbed the drink, a huff of laughter leaving your mouth as you sipped from it. 

“Well--” Natasha raised her glass and you did the same. “Here’s to drinking away stressful days.”

You clink your glass against hers, a tired grin on your face. “I’ll drink to that.” 

You both brought your glasses to your lips, taking a large drink and then setting the glasses on the bartop. 

“You got any other plans tonight?” Natasha asked. There was a glint in her eyes you couldn’t place, a coyness in her grin that had been there when she first sat by you and vanished once conversation had flowed. But now it was back and it made your stomach twist in knots. 

“No, but I could make some.” 

Natasha nodded, finishing off her drink and slamming it on the bartop. 

“Good answer.” 

You laughed, a weak attempt to ignore your sweaty palms and anxious excitement. 

“Charmer.” It was the only response you could think of. 

She winked at you, lazily leaned against the bar. 

“Takes one to know one.” 

---

The second time you’d seen her had been in a nightclub. 

Bathed in the fluorescent glow of the club lights, red lipstick lined a coy smirk you were beginning to think was her signature. A tight, black dress clung to her body, emphasizing every curve and line of her body. Her auburn hair was straightened and sleek, not a flyaway hair in sight. As usual, she looked beautiful in an impossible way. It was hard to believe she was even looking your way. 

But she was, eyes finding yours through the crowd. 

Bass rattled the ground, music drowning out the sound of your own rapid heart. Sweat and alcohol mingled in the air, creating a distinct smell that would be burned in your memory when you remembered this night. Dozens of bodies covered the dance floor, though it looked more like mass convulsions instead of dancing, not that they cared. Everyone was too drunk to be self-consciously aware. 

A drink in hand, you didn’t dare to look away from Natasha. You felt light; giddy like a schoolgirl from the flutters in your heart. 

‘Oh lord,’ you thought. ‘This is gonna be one of those things.’

You threw back the rest of your drink, wincing as it burned and was bitter on your tongue. But you needed the courage that the daze of alcohol brought. It worked, lingering insecurities and anxieties melting away, your mind was focused on one thing.

Like in a trance, you moved through the club, shoving aside sweaty, drunk bodies to reach your intended target. Eye contact with Natasha never wavered or broke even as she began to push through the crowd as well. A part of you was afraid if you looked away she’d disappear. The back of your mind paranoid she was some figment of your imagination created to fill a void. 

Natasha met you halfway.

“Funny seeing you here, Y/N.” Her tone was teasing and light, somehow heard over the booming music and cheers of the club. 

“Funny indeed. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were following me.” Your lips curled into a smirk, eyes alight with mischief and excitement. 

“Am I that obvious?” She leaned closer. Natasha’s hands found a home around your waist and pulled you closer. The familiar scent of her perfume dulled your senses, a welcomed feeling. You briefly closed your eyes, hyper aware of her hands trailing lower than your waist. 

“Ooo, a little forward, are we?” You tried to keep your voice even and cool, wanting to keep up the charade of not being completely under her spell.

Natasha chuckled, close enough that the noise tickled your ear. “You didn’t think so last week,” Natasha uttered. 

Flashes of last week came back to you, making your skin hot and your face flush. Memories of Natasha wrapped around your body like a python, clothes discarded and forgotten on your floor blurred your vision. You drowned in the scent of her perfume and the sweat that clung to her body, and it lingered long after she’d left. You didn’t wake in time to see her leave, and if it weren’t for the note left on the pillow she laid her head on, you’d think it was a dream. 

“Maybe I had some clarity in the morning, you did leave in a hurry afterall.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice. It wouldn’t be fair to be upset, you’d done the same to a million other people. Karma really was a bitch if Natasha was your karma.  

“Oh,” she crooned, her lips right by your ear. “Sorry I had to skip out on you, had an early start to work.” 

You could barely breathe, short circuiting in the middle of the club. There was a fog in your mind, hazy and unclear when you tried to focus on anything not related to Natasha. 

A huff of laughter left your mouth as you grasped for something to say. Despite your best efforts, nothing came to mind. 

Natasha pulled back, enough to see your face, but close enough her breath fanned across your face. “I did leave a note though.” 

“You did leave a note.”

Suddenly Natasha pulled back, hands moving from your waist to your wrists. 

“You wanna dance?” Even though she had asked she didn’t wait for a response, already dragging you back towards the dance floor, a devious glint reflecting in her eyes.

“Dancing is a dangerous game,” you uttered, but went along with Natasha anyway. She was like a succubus and you were her thrall, subject to her will, whatever that may be. You were half convinced you’d jump from a building if she asked.  

“A little danger never hurt anyone.” 

Your response got swallowed by the crowd. Natasha pulled you closer; chest to chest and eye to eye. Your hands wandered her body, the fabric of her dress soft under your fingertips. She returned the favor, fingers ghosting every curve of your body. The beat of the song matched the rate of your heart as it threatened to jump from your heart. 

Compelled to close the miniscule distance separating the two of them, you pressed Natasha closer to you, eliciting a small gasp of surprise from her. And maybe it was alcohol or something entirely different taking over you, but under the neon lights you kissed her. Natasha’s lips were soft and tasted like cherries, the liquor she’d been drinking making your lips tingle. In sync, her lips moved with yours in gentle urgency. The tip of her tongue swiped against your bottom lip before entering your mouth. 

It wasn’t the first time you kissed, but that had been messy and hurried. You were too drunk to savor the moment, to relish the way her kiss made your knees shake. 

At some point one of you pulled back, only for your lips to latch onto eachother again. You were drunk off the feeling of her body against your and not the liquor you’d been sipping on all night. 

Natasha pulled back for a last time, an almost devilish grin on her face. You half expected for her to utter some quippy remark, but she didn’t. Her lips remained curled into that grin that would be burned into your memory. 

“You’re a bandit,” you uttered, not expecting your words to carry to her ears. But they did. 

“Not any more than you are.”

You didn’t have a response. You were used to holding all the cards, controlling the eb and flow of your flings, but not with Natasha. That would never be the case with Natasha. No longer a sly fox, but a blind mouse stumbling in the dark; she made you feel blind.

Natasha continued to dance, keeping close to your body. You followed her lead, moving with the beat and allowing any lingering sense to dissipate. Living for the moment, desperately clinging to each moment, even as the liquor made it hard to focus on the details. The night passed in the blink of an eye, flashes of dancing and taking shots at the bar all you remembered. At some point the two of you stumbled out of the bar and to her apartment. Just like last time, clothes were left forgotten as your bodies tangled with nothing but breathy moans filling the apartment. 

When the morning came, threads of dawnlight shining on your face, you woke first. Natasha continued to sleep beside you, mouth ajar as she quietly snored. Carefully, you got out of the bed and put on your clothes from the night before. You didn’t want to leave, hopeful it would lead to something more than drunken sex. But Natasha had set the precedent when she left first and you didn’t want to feel the sting of embarrassment.

At her front door, you hesitated, gnawing on your bottom lip. Your eyes flickered to the small pad of paper on her countertop. A soft sigh left your mouth as you walked across the room. 

‘It couldn’t hurt to leave a note,’ you reasoned with yourself. ‘She did it first.’

Haphazardly, you scribbled a note that you signed at the bottom. Eyes darted around the apartment, searching for the right place to put the note. They landed on the refrigerator, one lone magnet resting on it. You slid the note under it and left it on her fridge, then quickly exited the apartment, carefully shutting the door behind you. 

Natasha could be the way forward, everything you’d ever wanted. But you knew you’d pay for it, and recklessly, you decided it was a risk worth taking. 

Maybe instead of stalking me,you could just give me a call?

208.222.3333

Xoxo Y/N

---

The third time you’d seen Natasha hadn’t been at a bar or a nightclub. No, it had been on tv. 

The press was covering a committee hearing at Capitol Hill that had happened earlier that morning. Black Widow from the Avengers had been called to the stand, questioned on the information that had been leaked about Hydra’s corruption within the government. They were demanding repercussion, she felt differently. The voice was raspy in a familiar way, but you didn’t on it too long. 

It’d been over a week since you’d seen or heard from Natasha, not a single text sent your way. You’d ghosted dozens of people, but couldn’t remember the last time you’d been on this end of things. 

Turned out Natasha was your karma, and karma really was a fucking bitch.

You’d been halfway paying attention, your roommate more interested than you. Then again, she’d always been more enamored by the Avengers then you had, hoping to coincidentally bump into Captain America and make him fall in love with her. 

To you, the hearing became background noise as you flitted about your kitchen, attempting to cook your own food to save money. Once all of your ingredients had been chopped and placed in the oven, you grabbed the glass of water you’d been drinking and went into the living room. When you walked in, however, whatever question was on your lips fell short.

In perfect focus, with that same coy smirk on her face, was Natasha. Her red hair was perfectly sleek, the color more vibrant than usual against her all black ensemble. The glass cup slipped from your grasp, shattering on the floor as your mouth hung open. 

‘What the fu--’

Your roommate jumped from the couch at the sound, and turned to face you. “Y/N, what the hell.”

You didn’t answer, simply staring at the screen, unmoving, even after Natasha’s face was replaced with some reporter. An Avenger, you’d been seeing and sleeping with an Avenger. But not any Avenger, the Black Widow. Assassin and spy extraordinaire; the ultimate honey pot, and it was easy to see why. It didn’t take much for her to enthrall you; a smile here, a light touch there. 

Before you could answer your roommate, who began to walk towards you, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Fishing it out, you stared at the screen and the notification from an unsaved number. 

“Sorry for ghosting, let me explain over dinner at my place? Nat.”

Shaking, your body on fire, you hastily sent a text response. 

“What kind of idiot says no to free dinner. What’s your address?”

You looked up, meeting the curious gaze of your roommate, who now stood in front of you. She raised a single brow, waiting for an explanation, but you didn’t have one. At a loss for words, you stood there like an idiot. 

After a moment you shrugged, sputtering as you tried to conjure the ability to speak in complete sentences. Finally, you managed to spit out the words. 

“I’ve got a date with an Avenger.” 

Everything went to chaos. The previously clean and orderly, if not cluttered apartment, became strewn with various outfits and accessories. The apartment was filled with girlish giggles and partial screeches of excitement. It was like you were a teenager getting ready for her first date, unable to keep the stupid grin off your face. Even after you got shoved out of your apartment, the cool New York air leaving your cheeks rosy, the grin remained. 

There was a skip in your step as you began the trek towards Natasha’s apartment. There were no tricks up your sleeve, none of your usual games and score keeping to be found. 

For once, the stars in your eyes were real and not an illusion you conjured. 

---

You barely raised your fist to knock before the door was flung open. 

There stood Natasha, as perfect as ever. 

Her outfit was more laid back than you’d seen on your t.v screen today, cool and chic in the most effortless way. There was a slight bend to her hair, humidity making it curl just the slightest. 

Your fist still in the air, you simply stared at her with a shy grin on your face. Slowly, you lowered it, eyes betraying the excitement bubbling inside you. 

“Come on in,” Natasha said, opening the door wider and stepping to the side, allowing you to enter. You did so, eyes flickering around the apartment before they landed back on her. The smell of takeout lingered in the air, but was overpowered by the vanilla scented candles lit around the room.

“Hope you like take-out,” Natasha said, shutting the door behind you.

You shrugged, a crooked smile placed on your lips. “I’m sure the conversation will be more interesting than anything.”

Natasha stepped towards you, easily matching your playful energy with the tilt of her head. “Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” 

“Avengers are bound to have some pretty cool stories.” 

Natasha paused, but after a moment of stillness, she slowly nodded her head, a breathy laugh leaving her mouth. “You saw the press coverage.”

“Yeah, yeah I did.”

The teasing expression on her face morphed into something softer. It made your stomach tangle into a million more knots, threatening to never untangle themselves, at least not with Nat around. 

“You don’t mind?” 

You shrugged again, stepping closer to Natasha. “Why would I mind?”

“Dating an Avenger is kinda a whole thing,” she replied, reaching out to you, the tips of her fingers ghosting over you waist. 

“Oh, are we dating now?” Your tone was teasing, eyes lit up with equal parts anticipation and amusement. Against your chest, your heart beat rapidly at her implication. Dating, she wanted to date you, to see you for more than just drunken sex. 

“Yeah, I’d like to date you,” she responded, voice barely above a whisper. Centimeters away, her lips brushed against yours, teasing a kiss you so desperately wanted. Your breathing stuttered, eyes intently locked with hers. And now you could see the small flecks of amber in her green eyes. “Do you-- do you want to date me?”

“Give me a good enough story tonight and I’ll consider it.” 

You leaned forward and closed the distance between the two of you, pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. To the ground, you dropped your purse, hands finding their place on Natasha’s waist. 

In that moment you knew this could be love, the end of all your endings. Forever would be the sweetest con, and you wouldn’t even care if it was. 

You pulled away from Natasha first, placing one last peck on her lips before moving towards the table. There was a bottle of wine, already opened and waiting to be drunk. Aware of the slight shake in your hand, you carefully poured the wine into two glasses. You turned back towards Natasha, stretching one of the glasses towards Natasha. 

“So about that story?” 

She smiled and closed the distance between the two of you, taking the offered glass. Natasha brought the take-out to the table and the two of you began to dig in. Over red wine and greasy take-out, Natasha regaled the events of the past couple weeks. You hung onto every word, enraptured by the way she spoke and the glint in her eye. Whether she knew it or not, Natasha had you wrapped around her finger. For as long as she’ll have you, you’d be there. 

And if she didn't want you to stay, you'd never gonna love again.

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Hello Darkness ~ Chapter 12

… Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13 (coming soon)...

A/N: GUUUYYYSSS, I'M GOING TO THE ERAS TOUR!! I'm so freaking happy and excited that my creativity just bombarded me, and it didn't give a damn that I was supposed to write and article instead of this HUEHEUEE. I can't believe I'm going to see TAYLOR FREAKING SWIFT!!!! I also bought the VIP tickets so I could be really close to her huehuehue I'm so excited!!

I normally write so much angst, but I'm so happy that I couldn't help but writing the fluffiest fluff. Seriously, this is tooth rotting sweet, super adorable. If you know anyone who loves fluff tell them to read this chap as a standalone (if they don't read the fic already), cause this is seriously the best fluff piece I've ever written.

Anyway, happy reading!

Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!Natasha, synthetic cock, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink… I think that’s it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 5000 +/-

You left Tony’s lab feeling no different from when you entered, the smirk on his face telling you just how much he supported your decision. Well, of course he did, he was the one to develop the tech and attach it to you.

He was your best friend beside Natasha, and he knew this decision was going to make you happy, so he did it for you.

As you walked towards your room you took notice of everything in the tower. You were going to miss this place, you were going to miss your team. Tony and Loki were the only ones who knew about your early retirement, they made sure you’d have everything you needed in your new home, a home that Natasha bought and refused to tell you the location, she said it was going to be a surprise; you trusted her, and you knew you’d love whatever she came up with.

You opened the door to your room, Yelena was on Natasha’s lap, your fiancée sitting on the bed playing with your daughter. Neither had noticed you there.

“Come on, Malenky, say Mama,” Natasha said, playing with Lena’s hands as the child giggled madly.

“Ma!” Yelena practically yelled out, bouncing animatedly on Nat’s lap.

“Yes, yes my love, I’m your ma, but I want you to say mama” Nat repeated, her smile growing more and more “Your other mother needs some lovin’ too, you know.”

You felt tears pooling in your eyes, your heart swelling in your chest. If you could relive this moment again, and again and again, you’d do so. Natasha was such a wonderful mother, you couldn’t even comprehend what she must’ve gone through in the Red Room for them to make her think she was unfit for motherhood.

“Mmmmma!” Yelena yelled again, giggling right after.

Natasha threw her head back and laughed too, her smile going from ear to ear, her eyes shining against the light that came from the window. She shook her head then and tickled Yelena “Say mama!” she said.

"Ma!" Yelena said, almost as if she was teasing Natasha.

"I think she's messing with you, Nat," you said, making your presence known.

You walked further into the room; upon seeing you Natasha's smile became a beaming one, a shining beacon of happiness, just like Lena's. You didn't know how to process the hurting in your chest. The two people you loved the most were clearly ecstatic to see you, and that alone made you feel so happy, so fulfilled, that you felt your heart almost bursting out of your chest. It hurt, but it was the best thing you've ever felt.

"She is," Natasha confirmed, looking between you and Lena with what you could only describe as heart eyes. "She just loves messing with her ma."

You hummed and climbed the bed, kneeling beside your woman and your baby, leaning in to kiss Natasha.

"Must've gotten it from you," Nat added as you were just a breath away, your lips ghosting hers, her eyes full of mirth.

"Me?!" You said, putting your hand dramatically over your chest as you drew away.

Yelena laughed along with Natasha and you narrowed your eyes.

"Ohh, so you two are ganging up on me now, are you?" You said, crossing your arms, fighting off your own fit of laughter. You cracked your knuckles then, and an exaggerated evil smile crossed your face. "Well, I guess I'll have to deal with this the hard way, then."

You started wiggling your fingers as you drew close again, Natasha tried backing away but her back hit the headboard, Yelena was laughing hysterically even though you hadn't touched her yet.

"No! Please, please, spare us, oh all-powerful mama!" Your Natalia said between barely concealed puffs of laughter, drawing her knees up to try and protect Lena from your wrath.

"You must face your punishment, troublesome duo," you said, still wiggling your fingers, getting ready to pounce on your prey "So prepare for the… tickle attack!"

You dove in.

"Nooooo, mamaaaaa!" Yelena practically yelled between fits of laughter.

Your fingers danced across their bodies. Yelena was especially ticklish on her neck, while your beautiful Natalia couldn't hold it in when you tickled her waistline.

While Lena curved herself into a little ball to try and stop your attack, Natasha practically pinned her arms to her side in a futile attempt to keep you from her waist.

"Do you apologize for ganging up on me?" You asked imperiously, drawing away to think of a way to get the both of them without using your powers.

"Never!" Natasha yelled back, holding in her laughter.

“Oh, really?” you asked, drawing closer again, your arm sneaking around Nat. She nodded, biting her lip while fighting off a smile.

You managed to get your fingers under her arm, tickling her waist with one hand as the other wiggled around Lena’s head to get to the back of her neck, tickling her there. Yelena squealed and trashed around while Natasha tried wiggling away from your hand.

“Ok! Ok! We give up!” your redhead yelled between fits of laughter.

“What do you say, then?” you asked with a huge smile on your face.

“We’re sorry…” she said with a slight pout.

“Owy mama,” Yelena said, her pout a perfect mirror of Natasha’s.

You felt your hands twitching with the desire to squish the both of them, they were entirely too cute for their own good.

"You better be, otherwise I'll tickle you more, you two hear me?" You said, crossing your arms and looking at them through narrowed eyes.

Natasha nodded with a smile on her face, while Yelena threw her hands up and yelled "Yes!"

You laughed out loud and pulled them to you, giving Yelena's cheeks lots of little kisses, then delicately kissing Natasha's nose before resting your forehead against hers.

"Thank you for this, my love," you said, one of your hands caressing her face, "thank you for giving me our little angel, thank you for giving me your heart."

Natasha brushed her nose against yours, one of her hands coming up to rest above yours, "you should know by now that I'd do anything for you."

~

"Are you sure you don't want to tell anyone else you're leaving?" Tony asked as the last of your luggage got carried to the car.

You smiled up at him, if there was one thing you'd surely miss about this place that would be Tony. Yeah, he's a dick sometimes, and he can be really inconvenient when he wants to be, but he's also one of the funniest people you've ever met, and despite his attempts at hiding it, he's one of the most caring people in the whole wide world.

"Yeah," you answered with a little eye roll, "don't want anyone throwing a fit or meddling in my business. I mean, I'm moving out on the same day as Natasha, they're bound to find out about us."

"And by anyone you mean the wicked witch of the west," Tony teased with a smirk "Why not move on a different day, then? Natasha could go first and then-"

"I'mma stop you right there, Tin-man. I'm not going to leave my woman and my child alone. Also, even if we did move on different days, it'd still be pretty obvious." You said, shaking your head a little, "I mean, we've been living here since forever and neither of us ever said anything about moving, and then suddenly we move out within a couple of days from each other? Everyone would know that's bullshit."

"Yeah, yeah," Tony sighed, "guess I just wanted you to stay a bit more."

You patted his arm and hugged him "We won't be too far, at least that's what Nat said." You chuckled and pulled away, squeezing his arm once more "Besides, I expect you to be visiting quite often. Your goddaughter's gotta be well acquainted with her godfather."

Tony laughed at that and moved his eyes to Lena, who was currently playing with a lock of Natasha's hair while your fianceée said her goodbyes to Loki.

You caught yourself wishing, not for the first time, that your eyes could take pictures. The way the sun illuminated Natasha's hair was magical, the way she tilted her hip slightly to accommodate Lena better, the way your daughter smiled brightly as she played with her mother's hair, you wished you could carry that image with you for the rest of your life.

"I'm really happy for you, you know. She's amazing, she lights up a room," Tony said with a fond smile on his face "and she has this captivating smile. That smile she got from you, it has your toothy grin written all over it. It's amazing how she looks like you, but also like Natasha."

You beamed at him, his eyes shone with love, but also with longing, and that made you realize… "You're thinking about having one, aren't you?" You asked gently, putting your hand on his shoulder.

Tony sighed once more" Yeah. Think that's crazy?"

"No way," you said "I know for a fact you're gonna be a great dad. And Pepper an amazing mom."

Tony's smile came back, and he patted your back a couple times. "I'm gonna miss you, Blue," he said and you used your light blue magic to poke his nose.

"I'mma miss you too, Tin-man." You said then, taking a couple steps towards the car, where Natasha and Yelena were already waiting.

"We're gonna visit soon!" Tony yelled out as you entered the car.

"Maybe sooner than you think!" Loki said.

"We're counting on it!" You and Nat said in unison as she turned the ignition on. You looked at your friends and smiled once more "Don't kill yourselves, you two, and don't do anything I wouldn't!"

You drove away.

~

"Did Loki tell you that he expects Lena to be taught the art of deceiving?" You asked Nat as you took in the scenery.

You knew this part of the city well, it wasn't far from the compound at all, and it was pretty close to where your family lived.

"Yes, he said there's no one better than me to teach her," Nat answered with a smile on her face. "Did he tell you that since he doesn't intend on having children, he's gonna name Lena as his heiress to the throne?"

You turned to her, her smile had turned into a smirk.

"You're messing with me." You said, shaking your head, your eyes going to the rearview mirror to take a look at Yelena.

"I'm actually not. Not this time." Nat said, taking one of her hands off the steering wheel to interlace her fingers with yours.

"But isn't Thor the next in line?" You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, but he doesn't have any children either, so if anything ever happens to him Loki will be the king."

"... And Yelena a fucking princess." You sigh in a mix of fondness and disbelief "My daughter, a literal princess. Holy fuck."

"Well, you are the queen of my heart, so…"

It was only because your daughter had her eyes on the both of you that you didn't make Natasha stop that car so you could fuck her into oblivion.

Your heart swelled hearing those words. You knew no words were ever necessary to show you how much your Natalia loved you, she had proven it over and over again, but still, you felt so validated, so cared for whenever she said those things. You could only hope to replicate that feeling in her chest.

"Our queendom is mutual then because you're the queen of my heart, body, and soul." You said with one hand over your chest.

Natasha raised a single eyebrow, and her smirk grew bigger "Did you just quote Taylor Swift at me?"

You smiled and fluttered your lashes at her. She laughed out loud and squeezed your hand.

"You're lucky you're so cute." She muttered, regaining her neutral expression, though you could see her fighting off a smile.

"I can't help it, it's like she takes a peek into our lives before writing those songs!" You defended yourself.

"Ake it off, ake it off!" Yelena sang, making you and Nat burst out laughing.

"See, even Lena agrees!" You said, still laughing.

"Ok, ok, I'll have to relent this time," Nat said, and you brought her hand, still intertwined with yours, to your lips, making her smirk once again.

"Well, since you're in a relenting mood, could you relent and tell me where our home will be?" You asked, batting your eyelashes once more.

"Geez, five minutes, detka, five more minutes." She chuckled and shook her head.

"You've been saying five more minutes for fifteen minutes now." You said, pouting.

Natasha didn't say anything back, she just kept that damned smirk on her face. You could tell she was excited, the way her finger tapped the wheel gave her away.

You knew Natasha Romanoff enough to know that she had spent a lot of time searching for the perfect house, and you knew as well that you would love whatever she chose because, one, she certainly had you in mind while doing so, and two, your home was with her, no matter where you lived in.

As she drove, you kept stealing glances at her, your curiosity growing more and more by the minute. "Not even a little hint?" You asked then.

Natasha laughed at that, shook her head, and said, "Calm down, detka, it's a surprise. Just wait and see, we'll be there soon enough."

"Where ma?" Yelena's voice popped up, making you laugh out loud.

"See! Even our kid's curious!" You accused, pointing a finger at Lena.

"Rious!" Yelena yelled out, making you laugh once again.

"Now who's ganging up on who?!" Natasha said, smiling from ear to ear.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Natasha took a turn, and then another, and you found yourself in an area you knew quite well. As you got deeper and deeper into the neighborhood, Nat turned down a quiet street lined with trees. You remembered playing with your siblings not too far from there.

And then Nat pulled up. You gasped in surprise, your heart swelling once more with overwhelming love for this beautiful woman you could call your own. It was a beautiful three-story home, it had a modern layout and you could clearly see how it was brimming with technology. But more than that, it was only a couple blocks away from your parent's house.

"Holy shit, Natasha," you exclaimed, completely forgetting for a moment you shouldn't curse near your very intelligent child "This is perfect!"

You unbuckled your seatbelt and practically jumped from the car, your eyes roamed the area, seeing a huge space for a garden, an enormous garage, a pool in the back as well as a weirdly technological shack.

Natasha took Yelena and got out after you, her eyes shining with what could be only described as pride. "I knew you'd love it," she said, setting Yelena down so the kid could run through the space where the garden would be. "And the best part is the location. We're just a short walk to your parents' house, but the Avengers Tower isn't far either." She said, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. "When I took you to my cabin, you told me you missed our friends and your family. This house allows us to be close enough to both."

You turned around in Natasha's embrace, your eyes meeting hers, and as you tried to speak it was as if your voice didn't want to cooperate, you were too emotional, so you only managed to whisper. "I can't believe you did all of this for me. For us."

"Your happiness is my reason for living. I'd do anything to see you smile like that." She said, her eyes looking right at your soul, she cupped your face, caressing your cheek with one hand. "Detka, I love you more than words can say, more than the sun that lights my day, more than the air that fills my lungs. I love you more than life itself. I hope you know that by now."

You nodded, your eyes filling with unshed tears. "I know," you said, kissing her palm "and I love you just as much. You're the one I live for, my everything, my reason to be."

You touched your forehead against hers, your hand caressing her face just as she had done to you.

"Mamaaaa! Look, toys!" You heard Yelena giggle, making you laugh and pull away from your love.

Your heart never felt so full.

~

It was late in the evening when Yelena finally fell asleep in her own room, you and Nat tucked her in and kissed her forehead, and then she was out like a light.

The moment the door to your kid's room closed, you pushed Natasha against the wall and kissed her. Natasha's hands started traveling your body, but you stopped her as you pulled her with you towards the stairs. You'd go to the first floor, the farthest from Yelena's room, so you could properly christen the house.

As soon as you got to the first floor, Nat pulled you to the kitchen and pushed you against the counters. She kissed your neck and rolled up your camisole so she could feel the curve of your ass. You couldn't help but grind back against her, making her let out a little moan.

"Y/N, my love, you always feel so fucking good," she said low against your ear. You arched against her, shivering a little. Nat's eyes were dark with lust. It drove you wild seeing how crazy you could make her.

"Fuck, Natty" you breathe out.

Natasha squeezed your ass then, unable to keep her hands off of you. "Why are we still wearing clothes, Detka?"

You pulled away with an impish smile on your face. "In the kitchen?" you asked, then, biting your lip. "Really? You know I'm gonna have to bleach everything when we're done, right?" You teased, inching in and pulling her lower lip between your teeth.

"Tell you what, Kotenok, I'll bleach it down myself if you let me bend you right here and right now," she said with a teasing smile, her lips brushing yours.

You pulled away a little and tilted your head a bit to the side, your eyes glowing slightly blue. “What if I want you to bend over for me, Natty baby?” you said as you inched closer again, slipping your hand into her lacy underwear and toying with her lower lips.

"Fuck, Detka," she sighed, bucking her hips against your hand.

Your hand went to her clit, massaging it in slow circles as your forehead came to rest against hers. “I have a little something for you,” you whispered.

The moment your hands left her Natasha let out a little whimper, making your body tremble with desire. You grabbed her shoulders and turned your positions, pinning her to the counter and pressing the little Black Widow insignia on your own body.

The telltale sound you two came to know so well echoed through the kitchen, but this time it didn’t come from her. Natasha’s eyes widened at the realization, your eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitancy. You only found a bit of confusion.

“I asked Tony for it,” you said before she could say anything, your hands tightening on her waist “I wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”

You didn’t wait for her answer, you claimed her mouth with yours once again, your hands exploring her pussy once more. Nat only moaned and buckled against you, pulling you closer by the collar of your camisole.

You lifted her up the counter, her legs automatically wrapping around your waist. Her nipples showed through the shirt she was wearing, your shirt. One of your hands moved to rub over the little nub and Nat arched her back, offering herself up to you in a silver platter.

You kissed her neck down to her collarbone, her scent was intoxicating. Nat clung to you, her arms pulling you impossibly closer as a shivery groan left her mouth. You angled your fingers to rub in the exact way you knew she liked, and pleasure ran through you at the sight of her squirming. Her hips ground against you, the smell of her arousal permeating the room as she rubbed against your hand to the beat of her uneven breaths. Her legs began to shake, wrapping around your waist and gripping you to the point it’d leave bruises. You didn’t care, though, you always thought that dying between her legs would be the best way to go.

“Yes, right there Detka, you’re being so good to me, such a good girl,” she moaned, hips still grinding against your hand.

You groaned and bit your lip “Fuck, Nat, you’re so hot, so fucking hot”.

Her hands twisted the fabric of your camisole so tight it almost rip apart, she had this pleased expression on her face, and you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused just by looking at her.

The more you rubber her clit the tighter her legs wrapped around you, drawing you closer and closer. The handle of the cabinet dug into your tight, but you couldn't really feel it, your attention solely on the redhead squirming against you.

Natasha always looked beautiful; in all the years you’ve known her there wasn’t a single stance where she looked anything less than perfect. Even when bloodied and bruised, even when crying and shouting, your Natalia was the most beautiful sight you have ever laid eyes upon, and yet this was one of her most beautiful facets. The bliss on her face, the slight flush to her cheeks, the silver of forest green in her darkened eyes; it was heaven. She was heaven.

You couldn't take it anymore, you withdrew your hand and ripped her underwear, making her practically growl. The sound soon turned into a sigh when she felt your cock rubbing against her lower lips, and you had to fight off this loud, loud moan you knew could wake your child. You don’t know what exactly Tony did, you didn’t know if this was how an actual man’s cock felt, but the feeling was mind-blowing.

You bucked your hips against hers, your cock grinding against her soaking wet pussy as she let out a wanton, needy sound, rocking her hips right back, clad in nothing more than an oversized shirt of yours.

“So eager, my love,” you panted against her mouth “You want my cock, Natty, is that what you want?”

Natasha’s hands gripped your camisole tighter still, ripping it as she, too, panted against your mouth, nodding almost desperately.

You shook your head and bit your lip. “I want you to answer me, baby. Do you want my cock?”

“Fuck, fuck, yes, Y/N! Yes, I want your cock, goddamn it!” she practically screamed.

You smirked, one of your hands making its way to the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly in a fist. “Where do you want it?” you asked.

Natasha growled this time, and her nails dug into the skin of your back where the fabric had ripped. “Y/N, if you don’t shove your big, fat cock in my pussy right this second I swear to god I’m gonna handcuff you to bed and ride you all night long without letting you cum.”

You shivered. It would be torture, but it would also be bliss. You didn’t know if she was trying to persuade you or dissuade you. You didn’t want to know.

You pushed in.

“Oh my god, oh fuck!” She shivered as you entered her. It was bliss, it was pure bliss. You buried your face against her neck and bit on that sweet spot of hers, making her tighten around you. “Fuck, detka, you feel so good inside me, so good for your mommy!”

“Mommy, mommy,” you mumbled between each thrust, feeling her walls around your cock as if it was actually a part of you. Natasha was tight, so fucking tight and so wet and warm, and, god, you could stay inside of her forever “I wanna make you feel good,” you kept mumbling “I wanna make you feel so fucking good, make you cum on my cock so hard, fuck, I love you, I love you so much.”

"Oh god, Detka, please, please, go deeper,” she groaned and gripped your shoulders tightly. And who were you to deny the love of your life?

You pulled out until only the tip of your cock was inside of her, and using your magic you made it even bigger before thrusting back in again, going deeper and harder than before.

Natasha's eyes widened, she gasped your name again and again as you fucked her silly, as you lost yourself in her.

Fuck, how could she feel so good? She was so tight and warm around you, so much so that every time you pulled back you felt the absence of her. You could spend days with your cock buried inside her tight pussy; you could even see yourself chilling on the sofa, watching a movie as she cockwarmed you. God, that would be heaven.

You were so lost in her, drowning so deliciously in the pleasure she was giving you that you barely paid attention to the murmured praises you were muttering in her ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, my Natalia, so ethereal. God, do you know what you do to me?" You muttered, feeling her walls tighten up around you, hearing the needy whine that left her lips. "You’re my whole world, my universe, my everything… So pretty, so beautiful, so perfect… Fuck, you feel so fucking good around me, Mommy, so hot and tight… Never wanna stop, wanna keep fucking you forever… ”

Natasha was moaning and panting like you'd never seen her do before. She was always so controlled, moaning only the dirtiest praises, groaning only at low volume, but now she was singing her pleasure with abandon, holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

Looking at her like that, so free, so blissed out, it hit you once again how much you loved this woman. She really was your everything, you would shatter without her.

Natasha pulled you even closer and tucked her head into that sweet spot on your neck. And then she bit down, hard. You groaned and rutted harder into her as she held you close, keeping her head in your neck almost possessively.

You moaned loudly as you felt her licking the bite, your hand making its way to her breast, where you twisted her nipple in retaliation, your hips working harder and faster as you pounded into her with abandon.

“Yes, fuck, Detka," Natasha pleaded, whorish moans leaving her mouth, "keep fucking me just like that. Fuck, that’s so deep. You're so good to your mommy, baby, fucking me so hard,” she was gasping, her breathing ragged, and you could feel her pussy pulsing around you.

She dragged her nails down your back, ripping your camisole even more.

You put your hands on her stomach, under the shirt.

She tightened around you even more, driving you beyond whatever notion of pleasure you could convince.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the moment you tried to speak, she kissed you hard enough to make you see stars.

And then she was shuddering, squirting all over the counter, tightening so much around you that you couldn't help but explode.

Your hands glowed blue over her stomach.

Your come filled her entirely.

She sagged against you.

"Hey, Natty baby," you said then after catching your breath, your glowing hands retreating from her stomach as you placed them under her tights to pick her up. "How're you feeling? Are you ok? Do you need anything?"

She raised her head to look you in the eyes, her forest green orbs filled with adoration “I don’t feel my legs but… god that was so fucking good, Y/N.” she groaned, lowering her head on your chest once again as you placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Fucking good is an understatement. I think you officially broke me. I won't be able to ever have sex again without wanting to make you squirt.” You joked, walking towards the sofa and gently laying Natasha down.

With a single wave of your hand, a warm damp cloth appeared right in front of you. You took it and delicately wiped Natasha clean, caressing and massaging her body as you went.

Natasha's hands cupped your cheeks, and there was so much love in her eyes you felt like your whole life led you right to that moment.

“I really want to marry you, you know?” she asks, stretching her legs with a dopey, lovesick smile on her face.

With another wave of your hand your clothes were fixed, covering your bodies as if they were never tattered.

After making sure your camisole was right, you leaned over her and brushed your nose against hers.

"I know," you whispered, "I really wanna marry you, too. You know that, right?"

You picked her up once again, cradling her lovingly in your arms as you walked her to your new room in your new home.

“Yeah, I know.”

She wrapped her arms around your neck, tucking her face in your neck and cuddling you while you stroke her hair.

It didn't matter if this started out wrong, Natasha more than made up for it by now. And with this place, you felt like it was all coming together. Like this was the beginning of a new chapter in your lives, and you couldn't wait to see what the future held for the three of you in your beautiful new home.

You hoped nothing would perturb this peaceful serenity you found.

You would hate to have to paint your hands red again.

But you would rejoice in the suffering of whoever dared to break your bubble.

If it was the last thing you do.

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pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can word out your love for each other properly.

warnings: slight angst, heavily detailed smut, g!p natasha romanoff, dirty talking, pet names, degradation involved, slight age play kink, jealousy, daddy kink, top!natasha & bottom!reader, and more - minors dni

notes: i want beefy tasha so bad

Birds chirping outside my window woke me up, prompting me to rub my eyes as I sat slowly on this very soft, delicate bed. I yawned loudly and looked around. This isn't my room. It took me a moment to realize I was in Natasha's room, and I was mortified. I knew what happened last night, but my vision was hazy, and I remembered her conversation with Bucky. Her voice was flecked with jealousy, but it was subtle. Next thing you know, I'm in her room. Resting.

"You're awake." I looked up to see Natasha handing me a glass of water and an aspirin to relieve the ache in my head; she didn't appear upset. It was more like she enjoyed being in the same room as me, with no one else to bother us.

“Was I that drunk?” I slurred, drinking from the glass she handed me as she sighed. "I'm assuming you've spoken with Bucky."

Natasha dropped her smile and sighed deeply through her nostrils, "Yeah, he was drunk too. I think he wanted to fight me."

“D-Does he know about… us?” My chest sighs with relief as she shakes her head. I wouldn’t imagine them fighting on the streets; Natasha’s temper can be intolerable. “Oh, okay. So it wasn’t that bad, right?”

“He seems cocky,” she murmured, playing with her fingertips instead of looking at me. “I just–I saw him touching you, and I didn’t like that.”

I sighed as I reached for her hand, and I'm glad she didn't flinch - I needed to let her know Bucky wasn't going to stand a chance. I was entirely hers. I wish she knew that more.

“He’s just a friend, Tasha.”

“He could be more than that–”

“Please?” I cut her off as I cupped her face and drew her closer. We exchanged glances, unsure who would make the first move. She looks at my eyes, then at my lips as she bites into her lower ones. There was no time to fool around. “Tash, look at me.”

She looked into my eyes once again. “I don’t want to sound jealous, but I am. Y/n, I really am. I need to know he’s just a friend, so please just… tell me he is.”

The world felt like it was beginning again. Every time she looked at me, I could swear I sank deeper until I reached the bottom of the ocean and begged to be saved. She was my breath, my knight in shining armor. I'd kill myself for her if I could. I know it's an exaggeration, but I would. She leaned slowly and kissed my mouth, and I could feel how plump and sweet her lips were. I was merely addicted.

I opened my eyes and watched as her face got wrinkled, licking her lips slowly. She was beautiful, like a mature older woman who looked young for their age. I whispered, “I hope you trust me.”

“I do, with all of me. Within me.”

Within me, I repeated her words in my head. Heaven.

“Is Dad here?” she shakes her head, revealing her smirk. “We should watch a movie together. What do you say?”

“Asking me on a date, little girl?” I giggled, nodding my head. Natasha kissed my lips again and brought me to her lap, squeezing my waist softly – afraid enough to hurt me. “Do you want to run away with me someday?”

This made me feel still. This question was similar to Bucky's request for him to marry her, but it was slightly better in her case. It's more accurate than marrying someone because I knew I wasn't ready for such a big commitment. After all, I'm just a kid who has a crush on my father's best friend.

It could be more significant than that.

“W-What?”

Her body deflated with my answer. I shouldn’t have said that; I should’ve said yes – because I would.

“Do you want to run away with me?”

I let out a light chuckle and wrapped my arms around her neck, pressing our foreheads together.

“How are we going to do that, Tash?” she massages my left arm, chasing for another kiss as she feels desperate for me. “Tash, wait–”

“Pennsylvania, have you been there?”

“I thought you wanted to go somewhere in another country, like Spain.”

Natasha sighed, nodding in agreement. “Yeah,” she said. “Maybe we could do something like that. But I want you to be close to Steve as well. I don’t want him thinking I took you away from him.”

“Is it even a good idea to tell him?” I pondered as I made circular motions with my fingers on the back of her scalp. “Like, do you think he’d approve of us?”

There was a long silence, but it wasn't awkward. Natasha looks at me, wondering what would happen if Steve knew about my relationship with her. Would he be disheartened? Disgusted? The second option was more accurate than the first, which he disapproves of.

So what have I been doing with myself?

"We don't have to tell him, baby," she cooed, nibbling on my bottom lip and slithering her hand under my shirt as my nipple felt her fingers on it. "No one needs to know about us. It's just the two of us. Okay?”

Being a secret wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

“Okay,” I whispered, seeing her widely grinning – which made my heart happy. “We don’t have to tell anyone.”

She kissed me again, but this time it was more heated. More passionate if you put it into a more profound word. I felt her hand raking on my right breast while the other was caressing my left ass cheek, moaning and grunting each time I ground on her pelvis – which I could feel her hardening member.

“Oh god,” she groans into my mouth, removing both shirts. “Keep grinding on me, baby girl… feel so good.” I pushed her slowly back on the mattress and kissed her fiercely, trying to take charge. But she was quick enough to spin me around, and I was beneath her, mewling for my life.

“You want this dick, don’t you?” she teases, kissing my ribcage up to my chest as she gives my skin open-mouth kisses. “You want this. Tell me you want this.”

I want this. I want you in me.

“I-I want it, Daddy–” my breath hitches when I felt her tongue flicking on my right nipple, biting it slowly. “Argh! Tasha, oh my god–it feels so good…”

She spent her time making love to my body, her lips hovering over every inch of my skin. I felt desired and craved. Something about her kissing me all over made me feel important and vulnerable. Everyone, including Bucky, sees me as something good or not appreciated. Maybe even both. But to Natasha, in her eyes, I’ll always be that good little girl for her, as she always says.

Natasha pulls down my panties and licks up my pubic bone, pressing her nose onto my clit – smelling me, wanting me. I prided my legs open and quietly asked, “Y-You don’t have to eat me. I just want a quickie. That’s all.”

“Why? Are you leaving me?” I know she was teasing, but I felt a pan of sadness. She knew where I was going today, yet didn’t speak about it.

Bucky Barnes.

“N-No, but I have to see him–”

She pulls herself up and opens my mouth, pressing her thumb and index finger against my cheeks and spitting a wad of saliva on my tongue. "Let me fuck you first, baby," she growls. “Can’t let him take you away from me without claiming you first.”

Natasha swiftly removes her boxers and strokes her penis, getting it hard. I offered to help, but she kept my other wrist in place – I guess she was this possessive today. But she never dared touch me in a rough matter, and she would always ask permission for that. But her spitting on my tongue was something else, immensely turning me on. I looked down at our bodies and saw the tip of her dick leaked with pre-cum, dribbling on my stomach.

“Sorry,” she murmured, pecking my jaw. “I’m hard right now.” It was nature, so it wasn’t much of her fault. I cupped her face again and softly kissed her, then flicked my tongue on her upper lip, begging her to fuck my mouth with her tongue. She gladly did, thrusting her tongue in my mouth as she licked the roof of my mouth.

She mumbles, "You taste so good," she says as she aligns her dick on my tight hole and gradually thrusts into me, groaning in my mouth. “Oh, fuck. you’re so tight, baby.” I inhaled deeply and clawed at her back, digging my nails into her skin. Her penis was always huge and thick. If you look closely, you will notice how many veins she has run the length of her dick. And the tip of her cock was pink, really pink. She doesn’t shave much of her pubic hair, but from time to time, she does.

“Daddy, you’re too big!” I exclaimed, throwing my head back onto the pillow as I felt her pushing more of her length inside of me – turning myself on when I heard her whispering the dirtiest words out of her mouth. “O-Oh god, I’m so full…”

Natasha pulls out slowly and pushes back in again with a roll of her hips, murmuring: “Feel good, baby? Yeah, bet that feels good. You love this big cock too much, huh?” I nodded, whimpering while biting down my lip. “S-shit, you’re clenching on my dick! Fuck, keep clenching around me, baby.”

She holds my hips down and starts pounding me, the headboard hitting against the wall maliciously – hoping that no one else could hear us being so… lewd. But then I realized we live a bit further away from the village, so I took my chances and started screaming her name, rolling my hips with her.

She licks my neck, kissing it and whispering, "Your screams turn me on so much." The room is filled with the sound of our skin slapping one another and the smell of our sexual activity. At this point, she was using you like one of the toys in her collection. “Push Daddy’s cock out, come on baby… you’re gonna make me fucking cum!”

Unconsciously, her hips begin to move, and her grunt intensifies until you hear it coming from outside her room. But I didn't give a damn; I allowed her to beat me down on her bed and beg me to clench around her dick.

And I did.

"Can I call you a slut?" she asked quietly in my ear as she pushed herself inside me. “P-Please? Can I call you my fucking slut?” I nodded, feeling parched. I clutched her close and looked out my window, noticing more birds from the tree looking down at us. It was an odd sensation because these were just animals, but it would be a different story if they were humans.

"Do you realize you're a fucking slut?" She growled as I lifted my legs and intertwined them behind her back, squeezing her. "Are you my slut, baby? My personal little slut?”

"Uh-huh, I'm your slut, Daddy... your personal slut," I nodded frantically. She smiled at me almost maliciously as she realized she'd bottomed out. With my tightness, she could barely pull her dick out, causing her to groan.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking tight… can’t even pull out from your pussy. Your little pussy took this dick, huh?” Her cock twitches as she chuckles, her other hand pressing against my stomach as I scream in delight. “Yeah, scream it, baby. Let them know you’re being fucked, especially by me. Your other Daddy’s best friend.”

"I'm close-" my breath hitched once more as I looked down at our genitals, which were completely fused together. She kissed my lips, and I felt her spit run down my throat, causing me to tremble. “D-Daddy, I can’t take it–oh my god, I’m coming!”

"Cum, baby, cum for me," she says as she gives three more hard thrusts. Squeeze my dick, yeah—oh fuck, I can feel you... you feel so good!" As I climaxed, I arched my lower back and noticed white dots appear. I could tell she was getting close, so I hugged her while chasing another kiss from her, begging for more.

"I'm going to get you pregnant," she grunts, rolling her hips on me hard. "I'm going to make you round and swollen, steal you from your father, and make us a family. Do you want that, sweetie? Want my cum?”

"N-no, wait," I prompted myself, trying to push her stomach out, but she pushed me back down on her bed and began howling. “Tasha, wait–”

“We’re roleplaying,” she simply says, her breath ragged. “Come on, play along with me. M’promise gonna pull out, just play with me…” I decided to indulge her dirty fantasies and let her pound into me once more, my skin burning each time her thighs collided with mine. She looks down at me intently, her brow furrowing as she nears her climax.

“Tell me you don’t want me to cum inside you,” she demanded, her eyes still gazing at mine. As I screamed, she groped my right breast harshly. “Tell me you don’t want Daddy to get you pregnant. Come on… tell me.”

“P-Please don’t cum in me…”

"What if I want to?" she grunts, covering my mouth with her hand as I whimper on it. “Shh, answer me. What if I don’t want to?” I shook my head and writhed away from her, luring her deep inside me until I was pregnant with her children. She admitted that it was all a ruse - she would never get me pregnant.

She removed her hand from my mouth as I screamed, “Pull out! Please, just pull out–I don’t want to get pregnant–”

“I’m here, baby–fuck! Oh my god, I'm here," she says softly, pushing my hair away from my face and kissing me hard on the lips. Murmuring my mouth, she said: “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming deep inside of you; take it all. Take it. That’s it–Ugh, you feel amazing…”

She did not come inside of me. Instead, she drew back and jerked herself off, missing her climax. She decided to come all over my chest and moan out my name every time she spurts ropes of cum all over my chest, some on my face. Natasha groaned in euphoria as she looked down at me; this was a pleasant sight for her. Something captivating that could stain her mind for decades until she dies.

“Are you okay?” she asked, out of breath. I felt her body lying beside me while her hand trailed up and down my stomach. “Please tell me you’re okay…”

“I’m okay,” I whispered, looking at her with droopy eyes. Natasha only smiles and pulls me closer to her, kissing my temple. She says, “That was amazing, better than I’d imagined.”

“Do you like roleplaying?”

There was a pause, but she nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “I do. It’s one of my favorites when it comes to sex.”

“Do you want to do that more often with me?” I inquired. She nodded again, but her smile was one of concealment as if it were a dirty secret. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your fantasies, Nat.” I put my thumb on her cheek and caressed it, smiling back at her.

“It’s just that,” her words trailed, looking down at her penis as she thought about the choice of words she would say. “My fantasies can be really upsetting. Like… I have a thing for age play.”

This took me back. I prompted myself, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “W-What do you mean, Tash?”

“I want you to be younger, like… really young.”

“How young are we talking about?”

“Young enough where you can be, my little baby,” she touched my hand and brought it to her lips, pecking at it. “But it’s okay; we don’t have to do that. I can just… jerk off to my fantasies.”

Her fantasies were seductive and captivating in a dirty way. But I couldn't say no to her, especially since I wanted to repair her fantasies. I never did any of that, especially when she came into my life. But as I think hard about it, I did want those fantasies. I wanted her to share them with me.

“Okay,” I agreed, smiling. “I want to play with your fantasies as well.”

“Good,” she grins and kisses my lips, pulling me back down until our breasts are pressed against each other. “Thank you, Y/n.”

"You should try eating tootsie rolls," Bucky suggested as he drew the cigarette from his mouth. Smoking cigarettes is something Natasha and Bucky can relate to - it's almost as if they're devoted to it. “Do you have the urge to smoke?”

I shake my head. He smiled, sighing: “Good. I don’t want your dad killing me or something.”

“I don’t think he would,” I answered as I looked at the blue skies above me, not minding the strain in my eyes. “He’s too fond of you.”

"You think so?" he asked, to which I nodded. “That’s nice. I mean, Steve is a nice person. It would be a lot easier for me to marry you then, right?”

Here we go again, I thought to myself. He’ll always bring this up. Marriage, kids, stability, I don’t even want any of it from him. I just want his friendship.

“Guess so.” I'm not sure how else I could respond to him. I was too preoccupied with Natasha and our escape to think clearly. No offense to Bucky, but I'd instead run away with her than marrying him. I wasn't attracted to him initially, even though I thought I was. Poor him, honestly. Why is he still chasing after someone who isn’t even interested?

Bucky sat on the grass and threw his old cigarette in the backyard, hoping he wouldn’t get caught. “We should have a burger, yeah? I’m kind of hungry.”

“We literally just ate an hour ago.”

“Still, I have an appetite.” he patted his stomach and rubbed out, chuckling in the air. Clearly, he wanted my attention. And I did look at him, but it was only brief.

“Come on,” he groans, pulling my arm to help me stand on my two feet. “I know one place where they make the best hamburgers. They only cost like, what, 2 dollars? Which isn’t so bad, yeah?”

“Sure,” I agreed, fishing for money in my shorts pocket. “I probably just need to ask for my allowance–”

“Y/n won’t be free for today.” I turned over my shoulder and saw Natasha standing in front of us with a cigarette in her mouth, her chest heaving as the sun burned our skin.

“Would it be okay if I take her out for lunch, Ms. Natasha?” he asked as he craned his neck. “It won’t be too long. I’ll bring her back as soon as possible.”

She puffs a cigarette in the air as she looks at both of us, but mostly at me, almost persuading me to stay with her, to be with her. But I couldn't do it because I hadn't seen Bucky in five days. It's the least I could do for him. But I also wanted to stay for her, to spend time with her in bed, holding hands as we discussed the possibilities.

Natasha sighed, scratching her nape, and said: “Y/n, you have something to do. Your college application, remember?” I remember telling her that I needed to study for my college applications in case I didn't get in. I wasn't academically gifted, but my father apparently wishes for me to become one - which I can assure you will not happen in a million years.

“I’ll get it done once I’m home.”

“Good,” she said, nodding at Bucky. “You better take care of her because you didn’t do your job the last time I picked her up.”

Bucky was clearly getting irritated. It was his posture and his stare, almost a glare. I wanted to tell him that Natasha was just looking after me, but knowing myself, I didn't want to say too much. He would not be pleased.

He would find it disgusting, for that matter.

“I’ll take care of her this time, Natasha.”

“Watch your tongue, boy.”

"Bucky and I will be leaving," I say as I wrap my hand around his wrist and pull him towards me, silently pleading with him to let go of the situation. “I’ll be home in an hour. I promise, Nat.”

She only nodded and turned and walked back to the house, her back facing me. My heart was breaking down piece by piece. I should not have agreed. I could have simply stayed with her. But I genuinely liked Bucky and considered him a friend. I couldn't give up something so valuable that had been there long before her; I'd turn into a jerk.

“Come on,” he said, placing his arm on my right bicep. “Let’s eat.”

I will have to deal with her once I get back home.

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This One Is Mine Pt. 2 (N.R)

Billionaire Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a billionaire and a successful business woman, Natasha has everything and lives her lavish life with her best friends. What will happen if Natasha wants you but Wanda gets in between?

Warning: Dark fic 18+, bunch of sexual tensions, swearing words, drug use, and alcohol consumptions. (Let me know if I miss anything)

A/N: Hello! I'm back again and I'm posting this a day early again because of the busy weekend. I'm glad the first part of this week got a lot of positive reactions to it and I thank you all so much. I'm glad you enjoyed this series. If I miss anybody to be tagged on the list, I'm sorry and you can remind me again. I appreciate it. Happy reading!

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As luck would have it, you see where Nat is sitting. Eye contact finally locked between you and her. 

You can feel your face is blushing when you know that she was already looking at you once your eyes found her. You hope that she doesn’t notice how much you blush even though you know the club isn’t bright enough for her to notice. Your befuddled self wants her attention and you don’t even know why you feel that way. To keep her attention, you start to dance in a seductive way. You sway your hips left and right. You dance with your friends, smiling and sometimes you glance at her every once in a while.

Wanda turns her head to Nat as quick as a deer in a headlight after she hears Nat's stern “No” at her. Her jaw clenched. Then she leans to her so close to her neck and ear as she lays her left hand on to the redhead's inner left thigh, squeezes it gently then with a begging tone and a pouty face she says, “But Natty, I like her. I mean, look at her.” Wanda pauses and glances at you. “Fuck.. I want to know how soft her skin is and how good her scent is. Can I at least touch her a little bit? Please.” A little bratty smirk forms on lustful Wanda's face as she give a quick lick on Natasha's neck.

Wanda and Nat had shared quite often intimate moments, fooling around and satisfied each other sexual desire. Nat is always dominant over her but Wanda knows how to get what she wants either in bed or in general. 

Nat's thigh softly flinches from her touch. She sighs and rolls her eyes playfully before she responds to Wanda's whinny request. She holds Wanda's face by her jaws to make Wanda look at her eyes once again. "Fine. You can BUT only when I say so, and when I say stop, you know what to do." Said Natasha dominantly.

Wanda smiles victoriously. "You look so hot when you have control over me like that." She said it softly as she teased Nat with a "biting" gesture. “You are still such a brat.” Nat teases with a comment.

“Your favorite brat.” Wanda retorts playfully then kisses Nat’s cheek and back to her sitting position. She decides to join in the euphoria that the controlled substance has to offer. She sets a line then inhales easily as her husband takes another hit from the bong. Tony and Pietro casually enjoying the effect from the cocaine and now talking with girls they met somehow.

You saw everything and it instantly drove you crazy. Your mind can’t unsee that tempting view from Natasha and Wanda that was presented right before your eyes. As Lick It by Valentino Khan echoes loudly, you start to dance more, trying to be as seductive as Wanda for Nat to watch. A random attractive girl comes to you and starts a conversation with you while dancing with you. Her hands hold your body and get pretty close with you. You subtly move around and make her back face Nat just so you can see Nat, or perhaps her reaction when you are dancing with the stranger. Your mind feels like moving so fast. You can’t decipher why you want her attention so much. The urge to keep looking at her or even to walk there to her and make a move feels so strong.

Your eyes betray you, refuse to leave the view of Natasha Romanoff. She takes her turns inhaling the white line to heavenly pleasure while still having the effect of Absinthe and weed earlier. She lays her back on the back rest of the couch, spreading her legs a little bit. She lays one of her arms on the top of the back rest while the other hand subtly taps her lap as her eyes look at yours accompanied by a knowing smirk. Her gaze stabs your heart through.

Gosh the way she sits really makes you want to be on her lap. Natasha can see and she knows how much she has you in her grip despite how drunk and high she is. She desired you even more. Her mind picturing you dancing seductively in front of her, only for her, nobody else. She wants to claim you as hers. She knows she can have you. She is a confident woman and the stimulant drug raises it up on so many levels.

Your vision is sometimes blurry. Sometimes you feel like you are spinning, or have a double vision. You start to put effort to stand straight while you dance and it makes you drunkenly laugh together with the girl you are dancing with. Unamused, Nat shifts her sitting position. She leans forward with her elbows on her thigh, both her hands entwine each other. Her heart races.

Wanda notices how you are and what you are trying to do. “Oh, someone’s trying to get your attention, Natty. You better move fast, darling, before someone takes her away from you.” Wanda teases Nat with a slight sing-song tone.

"Like I told you earlier, Wands, she is mine." Nat answer.

“Maybe you should ask her to join us here and try the good stuff we have. You know what I meant?” Wanda continues her way to get into Nat’s head as she gently taps her fingertip on Nat’s nose.

“I will but she is different. She would’ve come here already if she was like the others.” Nat turns her head, looking upset.

“She is playing hard to get, sweetie. She wants you to come to her.” Wanda suggests but silence is all she got. The red haired woman grabs the bong to distract herself from Wanda’s words but the brunette next to her quickly grasps it from her.

“Well, in that case, seduce her slowly. Make her want you even more.” said Wanda.

Nat furrows her eyebrows and as soon as she is going to question why she did that, Tony talks to her and drags her attention to him and the girl who is sitting on his lap. She turns her head to Tony and gets engaged in a conversation with him.

Meanwhile, you are multitasking between dancing and watching what’s going on. You are so focused on the VIP spot that you don’t notice that Kate and MJ go back to the bar to get some more drinks.

Your focus is split into two between the girl in front of you and what Wanda is doing. You see the brunette setting another round of hits on the bong and inhaling the whole smoke from it before she quickly grabs Nat's jaws to turn her head to her.

It is obvious that Nat is caught off guard for a few seconds but instantly figures out that Wanda is trying to do the “shotgun” trick. Wanda’s lips are merely an inch from Nat’s. She slowly blows the smoke in the direction of her lips.

Nat inhales all the smoke in and as soon as the smoke is running out, Wanda kisses her on the lips, passionately.

Natasha returns the kiss as passionately as Wanda did. The two of them quickly sunken in a deep french kiss. Wanda subtly parts her lips and you can see clearly that Nat slips her tongue in. The kiss gets way more heated once Wanda feels Nat's tongue touch hers and surely the brunette welcomes it eagerly

Their mouths move in unison. Wanda's hand squeezed Nat's thigh once more, this time so much closer to her center. You know it does something to Nat by her obvious reaction to it. Her right hand without any hesitation wraps Wanda's throat tight enough to make her gasp in enjoyment and parts her mouth a little wider, then Nat quickly takes this chance to nibble Wanda's lower lips, gently pulls it until her teeth lose its grip to it.

The view you just saw instantly gets in your head. Wanda’s plan worked. You don’t even care about the girl in front of you anymore. Seeing them kiss makes you have a huge urge to get so close to Nat.

Both of them smile at each other after the kiss. "Your lips still taste sweet like always." Nat stated and a smirk appeared. You swallow hard your desire. You want to feel and taste her lips. You want her hand wrapped around your throat the way it did to Wanda’s. You don’t know if this the alcohol thinking or it’s you but some part of you even wants to be between Nat and Wanda. What’s wrong with you? Yes, that’s what you are thinking now.

You close your eyes and try to shake those images in mind off you. Like a projector your brain keeps showing images of you lying between Nat and Wanda or the image of both of them touching and kissing you all over you. You start to hear voices or sound, well you thought you did. Sounds of her whisper and moan in your ear. Your brain starts to think how Nat will sound when she praises you. You went back to the bar to get another shot of drink.

"You still like to bite my lips." Wanda sensually responds. "Well, you know me and what I like." Nat whispers.

"She was looking at us. She bit the bait." Wanda informs after she notices that you eagerly watched what just happened between them two earlier.

"Alright, you two. Get a room." Tony poking fun at both of them..

"Oh, the old hot flame came back between you two?” Pietro teases right after he takes another sniff of more cocaine.

“We were just fuck buddies, Piet.” Nat casually answers Pietro. “We still are.” Wanda adds and Nat nods with a smile. "Yes, we are."

“I have no problem at all with it.” Vision jumps in with his jokes then sips his scotch.

Nat cleans her nose after taking another one then with such confidence, as soon as she sees you are back into the dance floor she stands up. “Now, please excuse me, I’m gonna claim what’s mine.” with that Nat walks to the dance floor, to you.

“Hey Nat! Here, you might need this later.” Tony’s voice falters her steps. He throws a small pack of the euphoric white drug. She caught it and kept it in her pocket then continued to walk towards you.

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The warmth from the alcohol hasn’t left your throat, slowly moves down past your chest then to your stomach. You are not really listening to what the blonde girl is saying to you. All you hear right now Oxytocin by Billie Eilish starts to play. You knew you should’ve drank water but you took another shot instead. Subconsciously, you want to stay drunk to keep your confidence standing tall just in case Natasha comes to you. “Oh hell, what are you thinking, Y/n. She won’t come to you.” You internally have a pep talk with yourself.

All of a sudden, your heart skips a beat from beating so fast. Your lungs forgot how to breathe when you see the one and only Natasha Romanoff standing a few steps in front of you then walks towards you.

Without a second thought, you left the blonde and walked closer to her.

“Hi.” She greets you politely yet gives you a smile that has a lot of meaning behind it. “Hi.” You answer confidently, thanks to the alcohol.

“I’m Natasha. What’s your name?” She asks as her hands suddenly pull you closer to her. You gasp. One of her eyebrows raises at the same time with a smirk. “My name is whatever you call me.” You have no idea where those confident words come from but Nat likes it. The mix of lust and high self esteem you have right now lead you to move your body, dancing sensually for her. You love the feelings of her hands on your hips. Your hooded drunk eyes admiring every inch of her face and her red locks.

“Really? I would love to call you my good girl if you can be one.” The dominant tone vaguely and slowly shows up as she responds to your somewhat inviting answer.

“Will I be rewarded if I’m good?” You ask.

Her lips that curved into this alluring smile, makes you want to kiss her. Like a magnet, it pulls your face so close to hers. Her lips almost catch your lips into a kiss but you are trying hard to fight it. You quickly turn around, let your back gently press onto her front.

The feelings of her hand glides gently circling your waist as she turns you around to face her again and wakes the tiny hairs behind the back of your neck.

She can feel your breath land on her face as she gets your face close the way she wants it.

"I want my good girl to look at me when I talk to her." Natasha said it with a stronger dominance tone, her hands run from your upper back and slowly down to your lower back, your hips then to your ass cheeks. She squeezed them a little firmly.

Your lips are slowly ajar and you let out another breathy exhale. “Okay, I’m looking at you now, at your gorgeous green eyes.” You talk in almost a slur as your half closed drunk eyes look at hers. Your heartbeats tripling in speed and you wonder if she can feel it through her chest. You are no longer trying to dance to impress her. You are stunned by her charm, too stunned that all you can do is sway slowly just so you can feel her body rubbing against yours.

”Good girls always get rewards.” She says as her eyes flicks between your eyes then to your lips and back to your eyes. Her right hand cups your cheeks and the right side of your head. Her slender fingers rake between your hair and she grabs your hair delicately but her grip gets stronger slowly. You almost let out a moan from the feelings but you manage to hold it back. “So tell me, what is my reward if I am being your good girl?” You look at her curiously. Your tone gets more and more teaseful. You are dying to know what she will give or do to you.

You thought you had successfully been playing hard to get around her but you are too drunk to know that you failed miserably and Natasha knows that. She knows you have fallen into her trap. Just like Wanda told her, you bit the bait. “You’ll know once I think you are good enough or deserve it.” The green eyed woman in front of you gives another tricky answer as her left hand leaves your ass and slides up past your hips, your ribs then it stops right under your breast so close to where you wish she would stop at.

Natasha fights the urge to have you right there, right now. She knows Wanda was right. She needs to subtly lure you more, make your mind going crazy so you will beg her to take you with her. She leans to you and gives you the lightest kiss on your neck. You barely feel it but enough to frustrate you and you let out a little complaint. “That’s no fun.”

She pulls her head away from you and her piercing green eyes look at you straight to your soul and almost stop your breathing, thinking that you might have said something wrong and lose your reward that was mentioned.

“Come with me to the restroom and I’ll show you fun.” said Natasha.

In a split second you ask yourself if you really heard what you think you heard. You are battling if you should come with her but your desire and her appeal gets the best in you. You are nervous yet thrilled and you said yes instantly.

Wanda keeps watching both of you while kissing a girl who is grinding on her lap but suddenly Wanda stops the kiss as soon as she sees both of you walk away. Vision notices and curiously asks while he is enjoying another brunette giving him a lap dance  “Wanda, darling, what’s wrong?”

“Nat is taking her somewhere. She is such a fucking tease to that girl and to me. Fuck, I really want her.” She answers as she grabs the whiskey from his hand and takes it in one gulp. Wanda is desperate to have you together with Natasha or perhaps, all for herself. It irritates her that she can't have you when she wants to because of Natasha.

Tony laughs. "Maximoff, you heard her, right? That girl is hers."

"I know. I'll find my way until Nat shares her with me." Wanda confidently replies under her breath then takes a hold of the jaw of the girl who is waiting for her on her lap. She continues kissing the girl as her right hand grasps her hips as her order for the girl to continue grinding on her.

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You follow where Natasha is taking you. She is holding your hand so protectively, walking through an ocean of people. You love the feeling she is holding your hand. You even try to focus so you can see her hand holding yours. Bad Guy by Billie Eilish starts loud and it feels like adding more rush feelings in you.

Your mind ponders what both of you are going to do. Some people look at both of you as you pass. Some of them even look like they are gossiping about both of you.

Wait, what if you will be on T.V tomorrow or social media. That can’t happen. As much as you don’t want it to happen, you can’t stop your feet. You want to be with her. Fuck, what should you do? Where are Kate and MJ?

It was Natasha’s intention to subtly keep them away from you. That was why she told Dimitri to make whatever they want to drink, get them too drunk to pay attention where you are or what you are doing.

All of those thoughts in your head magically disappear as soon as you see her look back at you and she opens the restroom door.

Without wasting any second, as soon as you both are in the bathroom, Natasha locks the door and quickly picks you up, you squeal and spontaneously both of your hands are locked around the back of her neck for balance.

Once she sits you down on the counter, she leans into you. Her body gets in between your legs. Her right hand gives a light tuck on your hair but enough to make you expose your neck. She buried her face in the crook of your neck. She inhales your scents as she brings one of her hands on your thigh. “You smell really good. I love it.” She whispers and gives a few short soft kisses on your skin, once again her lips barely touch your skin. Your breathing gets faster and a low and soft moan slips out of your lips when you feel her hands slide up your skirt way up there. The restroom sounds so quiet but you can still hear the muffled sound of the music from outside.

The sounds of the breathing and soft breathy whimpers from both of you fill up the room.

Your guard slowly falls apart and you slowly run your hands up to her hair. You even moan a little from feeling her soft red hair brush your hand. She suddenly squats down then she spreads your legs wide as her darkening lusty green eyes look at you, sending heat to your center.

You think of every possible naughty thought your brain can come up with but soon the thoughts are replaced by confusion. You see Nat line up white powder on your left thigh and she inhale the line. The feeling of the tip of her nose brushing up your skin and her left hand moving up at the same time really gives a rush of soft electric waves that wakes up every single nerve under your skin including between your folds.

She steals your breath more when she licks the residue of the euphoria-producing drug off your skin, she runs her tongue so close to your core. “Fuck.” The word forces its way out of your lips. She looks up to you and smirks when she is served with a view of you watching her while you bite your lower lips enjoying every single inch of your skin that she licks.

Natasha stands up, still between your legs. After a few times of her teasing you with her kiss that barely meets your skin, you finally feel her lips kiss your neck. She nibbles your neck then sucks it gently as her hand surprises you with touch on your center through your lingerie.

“Oh my god.” A breathy moan escapes. With a little pressure, her middle finger circling your clit through the damp fabric. “You are wet already.” She whispers. Your brain turns into a puddle as soon as her voice makes its way to be heard.

You try to move up your hips. Noticing your effort to grind on her finger so you can get more friction from it, her other hand forces you to stop your movement. “Sssh. Slow down. The fun has not even started yet, detka.”

She leans back a little, you whimper in disappointment. She carefully poured the cocaine along her middle finger that touched your wet center just now.

“Here is the fun that I want you to try.” She explains as she refers to the little stacked line of coke. Her voice and her tone sound so soft but feels so seductive as soon as it is caught in your hearing. Your hesitation is visible for Nat. You blink a few times to keep your eyes open, the alcohol starts to make you drowsy even though you hear what she said.

“This will keep the fun up for you. Trust me.” She tries to convince you. No words come out of you. All you do is keep looking back and forth between her and the white ticket to euphoria land on her finger.

“C’mon sweetheart. You know you want it.” She whispers seductively then licks your earlobe. She brings her focus back to look at you at the same time gets her finger a little closer to you. Just like that, you no longer have any guards between you and her seduction and influence.

You grab her wrist, get her hand closer to you and you sniff the whole powder off her finger. You can smell your own wetness lingering on it. In a second, the powder changes to a rush of burning feelings shooting up to your nasal and brain then you feel numb in your nose. You close your eyes from the shocking feelings as you pinch the bridge of your nose. Your forehead puckered, showing a line between your eyebrows. You sniff once more.

"There you go. It's okay, gorgeous. You are doing a great job." Natasha's tone is totally opposite from her intimidating one you heard earlier. She praises you and it just turns you on one more time. Giving you a whiplash of emotion, being praised and under her control at the same time.

Shortly, you feel different. Your eyes wide open, your heart thumping wildly. This huge confidence falls on you as if the world is in your very own hands. Without even thinking twice, you pull her hand as you suck her middle finger, taking the residue that's left and tasting your own self as you locked your hyped up lustful gaze with hers.

That view itself, flickered her desire to life. Turning her on in a millisecond. You are driving Natasha Romanoff crazy. The feelings of your mouth sucking her finger, makes her softly grunt with such sexual urge.

"Oh sweetie, your tongue and lips will be numb for a little bit." She slides her finger agonizingly slowly in and out your mouth, making you moan a little then she pulls her finger out.

"Then it means you can bite my lips as hard as you want." You reply in such a sensual tone as you bite your own lips.

"Such a good girl. My good girl. I was right. You are different. You are exactly how I like a girl." Her left hand cups your face and she brushes her thumb across your lips.

You start to feel overwhelmed, you want her so much more now. You want to dance with her, you want to pull her closer to you. Your body begged for her touch, her lips and everything you can get from her. Her little touch, the sound of her breathing, and her voice calling you her good girl twist a knot in your stomach. You try to touch yourself as you try to close your thigh.

"Ah ah ah. I didn't say you can do it yet." Her hands squeezed your thighs firmly, not letting them close and push your hand away from your needy pussy.

"Please, touch me." You beg in a whisper. She doesn't say a word but you feel her nails dragging around your thighs up to your center but stop when they are almost reaching where you need her the most. Then multiple knocking sounds echo in the restroom.

"Let's get out of here and have some fun with me, princess." She pitches her idea then lays another soft kiss on your collarbones. Then she helps you get off the counter, holds your hand as if you are hers, and leads you out of there.

Pt. 3

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Home With Her

summary: natasha gets comfort and support when she comes home to her girlfriend

pairing: vampire!Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

word count: 890

warnings: swearing, (consensual) blood sucking, lmk if i need to add any more!

A/N: this has absolutely nothing to do with a recent self revelation nope none! anyways! also i hope to make grandma @whelpimhere proud! and if @wolferine doesnt catch the reference i added just for her, then my entire life was for nothing </3 but i hope yall enjoy besties! :D

As soon as the door opened, you were rushing to the living room. You ran over to your girlfriend, who appeared to be limping.

"Natty," you breathed into her neck.

She smiled, then kissed your forehead.

Natasha had been gone for five days. She told you that she'd be scouting new locations for the two of you to live in.

Of course, you wanted to go with her. But you both knew that you'd just slow her down, a downside to being human.

"Are you okay?" You asked, bringing your hands up to cup her cheeks.

"I am now that I'm with you,"

You blushed at her words. Before saying anything else, you stood up taller to lean in to bring your lips to hers. She reciprocated the kiss, running her tongue across your lips.

"Did you find anything?" You asked.

"No," she replied, frowning. "I'm sorry, detka."

You kept your hands on her cheeks. Instead of saying anything, you ran your thumb along her jawline. She leaned into your touch before gently grabbing your forearm.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again. "You shouldn't have to live like this, isolated from everyone because of what I am,"

"Bullshit," you replied. "I love you, and if I have to live in the middle of nowhere to be with you, then so be it,"

Natasha smiled. She leaned forward to plant a quick kiss against your lips before pulling back again.

Being the girlfriend of a vampire was definitely an adjustment for you. But you truly believed Natasha was your soulmate, so you'd follow her to the edge of the earth if you'd have to.

Just then, she broke away from the hug to look behind you.

"What's that?" She asked.

"Damn it," you muttered. "It was supposed to be a surprise,"

You sighed, going to get it and show it to her. You held up the loose strings, sighing at the sight.

"I wanted to knit you a blanket, but I couldn't get it right. Now the yarn is just a big fat knot, Nat!"

She laughed and smiled at the same time.

"Well, I appreciate the gesture, detka,"

Before you knew it, she grabbed your hand and lead you to the couch. For a few moments, the two of you sat there in silence, wrapped up in one another's embrace. You leaned your head against her chest as she wrapped her arms around you. You were right up against her heart, even if you couldn't hear it beating.

You didn't fail to notice the way her fingers gripped against your arms. Her nails dug into your skin, something that only happened when she was anxious or hurt.

"Are you okay?" You asked her.

"Yeah, why?"

"Did you get hurt?"

"No,"

"Did you get the chance to feed at all?"

Her silence gave you an answer. You sighed, adjusting yourself so you were sitting across from her to face her.

"So when was the last time you fed then?" You asked her.

"Last week," she mumbled.

"Natty!"

"I couldn't find any good sources out there!"

You sighed again

"I don't want you to go any longer without feeding,"

Before she could say anything, you pulled the collar of your shirt down and moved your hair to the side.

She had fed on you a few times, but it wasn't often. She was always worried she'd hurt you, despite you telling her she wouldn't.

"Y/N/N, no,"

"Natasha, we both know you need to,"

"Detka..."

You pulled your collar down further to expose your entire neck to her. You sat up on your knees, facing her before giving an encouraging nod.

Your girlfriend hesitantly leaned forward, burying her face in your neck. Goosebumps arose as you felt her breath against your skin.

She inhaled deeply before wrapping her arms around your waist. She attached her lips to your neck first and then ran her tongue across.

She softly bit down first, not enough to draw blood. If you were going to led her feed off of you, she wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

Soon enough, you finally felt her fangs prick against your skin. You closed your eyes as blood began trickling out of you. Natasha bit down harder, sighing in relief as she finally tasted your blood on her tongue.

She kept a firm grip on your hips, making sure she could feel you moving if you were hurting. Luckily though, you stayed still as your girlfriend sucked your blood.

It was only when she felt your temperature drop that she pulled away. She could still taste your blood, but didn't go back for more.

Instead, she leaned back and pulled you against her again.

"Feel better?" You asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "Not only 'cause of the blood though,"

"Oh?"

"Having you in my arms makes everything better,"

You smiled, turning around to place a quick kiss against her lips.

"Being in your arms makes everything better," you replied.

She reciprocated your smile before pulling you back in for another kiss.

"As for scouting for new places," you began. "I'm home as long as I'm with you."

If Natasha was being honest with herself, she didn't always understand your optimism. But she was always grateful for it; as she was grateful for you, and you, her.

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Eternity

natasha romanoff x reader

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You woke up to blinding light, the sun seemingly shining brighter than normal. Letting out a groggy groan, you let out a deep breath and turned your head, simply observing. Even in her sleep, she was utterly stunning. Her red hair shone in the light and her features were perfectly imperfect. It was a sight you could get used to and wake up to every morning.

You and Natasha had seemingly fallen asleep on your backs last night and ended up holding hands. It was weird considering you had never slept in that position and that Natasha had fallen out of that habit, taking up to cuddling into you at night. You didn’t dwell on it, though, wanting to savor this moment for eternity.

“You know, it’s very rude to stare.”

You felt a sleepy grin form on your face at your lover’s words.

“I’m not staring, I’m admiring.”

Nat let out a playful groan, taking her hand out of yours and using it to gently push your face.

“You’re so cheesy,” she muttered with faux annoyance, finally opening her eyes and staring at you.

Simply shrugging, you pulled her closer to you by her waist, ignoring her little squeal of surprise.

“Mmm, only for you,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss on her neck.

You only stayed there for a moment, soaking in the peace, before you felt Natasha’s hands urging you to look up. Once you did, you had no time to process before her lips were on yours, pressing the most loving kiss to your lips. You swore you could never get tired of her gentle caresses and vanilla chapstick.

Once, she pulled back, you slowly opened your eyes, trapped in a daze that was caused by the simple essence of her.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” you whispered back in the same tone.

You stared at Natasha, wondering why she seemed so glow-y. She didn’t seem to carry such heavy burdens. Stress would usually paint her face as soon as she woke up, knowing it was going to be a busy day full of reports and anticipation, wondering if she was going to get called on a last-minute mission.

But you didn’t see any of that. There was no underlying worry or concern about the future. She looked carefree. And to think about it, you felt lighter too. You didn’t feel the mental pressure or any heavy lingering. You were just living in the moment.

“Coffee?”

It seemed, though, that her caffeine addiction would never change.

-

It was later that day--at least you assumed so. The never seemed to dim and neither of you could be bothered to check a clock. The two of you had migrated from the bedroom to the couch, turning on some James Bond movies that Natasha, for some reason, loved, and cuddled and relaxed.

Besides the noise from dialogue and the occasional explosion, it was quiet. The AC wasn’t overbearingly loud, and your phones hadn’t rang once. Neither of you could’ve been more thankful. It was a well deserved off day and your body was feeling and basking in the relief--you could tell it was the same for Nat.

As the next movie closed and came to an ending, you felt yourself growing bored. You never could sit still for long, something that the redhead always got onto you about. On pure impulse you reached for the remote and paused the movie, jumping up from the couch before Natasha could cause you any bodily harm.

“Hey!”

You ignored her protest and went to the record player that was sitting on the bookshelf in the corner of the room. Putting on a vinyl, you turned it down to a relaxing volume and listened as instrumentals filled the air.

You took dramatic ‘elegant’ steps to the couch, placing your hand out and staring at Nat’s unamused face.

“May I have this dance, darling?”

The woman simply stared at you with a deadpan look on her face for a short moment before she could no longer keep up the facade. A smile cracked through and she dropped her hand into yours, sighing in feigned inconvenience.

Gently pulling the redhead up, you brought her into your arms. You let the music guide your movements, allowing it to do with you as it pleased. It controlled your steps, the twirls Natasha did, and the kisses you pressed on her hairline. It fueled the love and allowed it to swirl through your home, suffocating you in all its glory.

The music whispered and influenced your mind. It told you that--yes. You would love to stay here for eternity.

-

The mission had been grueling. You and Natasha were hilariously outgunned and outnumbered. Soldiers seemed to clone, three taking place of one you just killed. The sinking feeling in your stomach told you that you weren’t making it out of here unscathed.

You had been hit one too many times. You could feel your end nearing. You knew that this was a lost battle but you needed to find her. You had to say goodbye first.

You dragged yourself across the harsh ground, bullet casings and dead remains caressing your singed suit and scarred skin. Tears and sweat made their way down your face, striking through the dirt, blood, and grime.

Every movement brought you pain but you refused to give up. Natasha deserved this.

Finally, you saw her red hair. It was dull, lifeless--just like her. She, too, was giving up. Quickening your pace as much as you could, you dragged your body towards hers. You had to feel her one more time, no matter how much it hurt.

Pain blinded your senses but at last, you could touch her. You could grab her hand and take your last breaths together.

You pulled her limp hand in yours and watched as she turned her head towards you. Her head was bleeding profusely, lip split, and her suit darkening, no doubt being caused by her blood. Her breath was labored and you realized she was waiting too. Waiting to let go together.

Your lip quivered as you felt yourself go cold and as Natasha’s grip grew lighter.

“I love you,” she whispered. It was almost unheard with the sound of the soldiers yelling, their gunshots, and pounding footsteps. But you’d always hear Natasha. She knew she’d always be heard.

Her chest no longer rose and her hand went limp.

As you tried to sob, you found that you couldn’t. You were only capable of coughing and with it, came blood bubbling up your throat.

And as you choked, you could only hope that in the afterlife, you’d be with Natasha for eternity.

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Pov: Y/n watching Edits and reading fanfiction all day

Nat: Watcha doing Baby 👀

Y/n : *throws phone across the room * DrUgS

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Y/n: Guys, I need help

Tony: Financial help?

Bruce: Emotional help?

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Clint: Family help?

Thor: Magical help?

Natasha: Help moving a body?

*everybody stares at Natasha*

Natasha: ...What?

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Cruisin' For A Bruisin'

Summary: The crew is on a much needed (and definitely deserved) vacation from hero-ing about. It's important to remember that you can plan out a trip, but you can't anticipate everything that happens on said trip.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader

[AU Masterlist] Arc 2: This is Part 1

Warning(s): This one's pretty wholesome for the most part, but I will say there are some descriptions of violence. Also strong language, but if you've been here long enough you know that-

Note(s): WELCOME TO ARC 2 BAYBEE! Jaws is back and I could not be any more excited to get back into this shit! As far as I can tell arc 2 is definitely gonna be longer than arc 1, but I hope y'all enjoy :3

Word Count: Skidding pass 2.9k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

It'd been a little over a year since you'd joined the Avengers. There were certainly a few incidents here and there, the biggest being the dismantling of the Red Room which, incidentally, led to Natasha reuniting with her folks.

It was certainly one way to meet your girlfriend's family, that's for sure...

Things seemed to finally take time to settle, at least for a little while.

It was newly June and you along with Natasha, Wanda, and Vision were set to go on the cruise trip you'd booked around Christmas time last year.

---

"How were you able to swing two months off mission calls, babe?" You looked up from packing your suitcase at Natasha's voice, a small smirk growing on your face.

You made your way over to Natasha before wrapping your arms around her waist. "Well, I'm still not greenlit to go out in the field for a slew of reasons, Wanda's only put on for specific assignments, Vision's her plus one, and you have, what? Three years' worth of PTO? We're in the clear, Natty. The team will be fine for a month or two."

Natasha let out a hum of agreement before she brought you closer for a kiss. "That- and you harassed Tony to figure it out."

You raised a brow in mock confusion, "I thought that part was obvious." Your mouth pulled into a genuine gleaming smile as you got a laugh out of Natasha as she wrapped her own arms around your neck. "You're a menace."

"Is that meant to be a bad thing?" Your lips met in another kiss.

"Never a bad thing."

As the two of you finished packing, you met up with Wanda in the Common Room of the compound, where she was talking with Vision. The atmosphere was sullen with only one set of bags on the couch.

"What's goin' on? Did they not have SPF50 at the Walgreens?" You set yours and Natasha's bags down before going to get the keys to the Quinjet. "I'm sure we could find robo-sunscreen on the way, man."

Vision looked at the back of his hand for a good second. "I don't think I would need protection from the sun, seeing as my skin is-"

You came and wrapped your arm around the synthezoid's neck, jangling the jet keys by his ear. "Joking! Again. If anything, we'll just cook eggs on you when you overheat like a copper pan. We aren't gonna be on an air-conditioned boat the whole time you know." And just like that, the light atmosphere you'd created sunk back down as Wanda and Vision looked at each other. You looked between the two in clear confusion, "Alright, what's the deal?"

Vision eyed Wanda for a bit longer before turning to look at you and Natasha, who just came into the room. "I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany the three of you on this vacation. I will be remaining on call."

You tossed the Quinjet keys to Natasha as she came further into the room. "That's ridiculous, we all sent in time off notices weeks before now. How'd this even come about?"

Vision let out a sigh, "Captain Rogers came to me with concerns of being understaffed during the next few months with the search for HYDRA operatives still ongoing; With Dr. Banner still off-world, Mr. Barton indisposed with his with his family, and Mr. Stark only expected half of the time, it is rather easy for me to see Captain Rogers' point. Out of the four of us approved for time off, it was determined that I would be the one to stay behind in case of emergency."

---

You'd spent the cruise enjoying each stop between Hawaii and French Polynesia, and it's been anything but a normal experience with you around as the agent of chaos.

Wanda made sure to get plenty of pictures to cement the new memories. There's photos of you "hugging" a manta ray, Wanda and Natasha relaxing on the beach in Bora Bora, several pictures at dinner, and even one of all three of you having an absolute ball watching one of the night shows in Samoa.

Your most recent picture was a group one after you laid on a blowhole in Savai'i. You almost gave the nearby family of five a heart attack, but it was still fun to do.

The last two weeks have been a welcome break for the three of you. Despite some of your more "peculiar" ways of having fun, this has been a freeing and relaxing time. No missions, no threats; a true vacation.

Wanda was currently in her cabin across the hall from yours and Natasha's on her nightly call with Vision. Next time he had to come, Steve be damned. Wanda was a good sport about it when Vision was called in at the last minute, but you all wished he was here as well.

Natasha had taken to video calling with Yelena as well, though they weren't as frequent with her being on her own mission.

You had your own time to talk with Yelena that mainly consisted of her cosigning whatever fuckery you were up to on your vacation.

Part of it might be just to get a reaction out of Natasha.....Which she always did-

It was wonderful to see Natasha just unwound and be less serious, Yelena is one of those people that just pulls it out of her.

Their Relationship had noticeably improved since they were brought back together last year, after learning more about each other that they hadn't had the privilege to learn before, having been separated for their most formative years.

-----

You and Natasha sat on the secluded deck connected to your cabin. The open air was refreshing as you let Natasha lean back into your arms, watching the sunset on the water.

"I'll be honest and say that I can't choose between Tahiti or Savai'i,"

You placed your head on top of Natasha's. "It's always going to be Enoka for me. It was so long ago, but can remember the views on the island as clear as day." Your words were less clear, almost like you were talking through your teeth. "The white sand beaches occupied by damn near everyone in the mornings, green peaks covered in flowers, the quiet that surrounded the deep waters at night... Seeing the sun make everything above me glimmer while it was up high in the sky. Those small "nothing" memories are one of the few things I haven't lost to time... I just wish I had pictures to show it to you."

Natasha slowly rubbed your forearm that was across her stomach as she encouraged your rare moment of open vulnerability. "Well that's why we're doing this. Making new memories closer to home..."

You focused on the soothing gesture as you thought of those same flickering pictures taken through a toddling interpretation.

In the morning you, Natasha, and Wanda were going to part from the cruise ship and make your way to where Enoka would be via a smaller, personal yacht (paid for by you, modified by Tony, who was convinced to do so by Pepper).

There's nothing that could ruin this moment for you. With two of your favorite people by your side, you were going to visit what's no more than a watery lump of land that once was your home and put it to rest for good.

-----

After leaving the cruise ship, Wanda focused on directing the three of you through the smaller crowds of people walking in the opposite direction away from the docks. "What's this boat called again? Delilah?"

Natasha unfolded the small piece of paper in her hand to reread the messy script, "The Blue Delilah. It should be near the end of the pier."

You grasped one of their wrists in each hand, "It's just up ahead!" Both Wanda and Natasha cringed slightly as you just barely missed bulldozing a group of people on your way to the boat that turned out to be a custom Sunseeker 76 yacht.

before the three of you boarded the yacht, a brown-haired man wearing thin rectangular glasses came up to the three of you with a gleam in his eyes. Your eyes narrowed at the camera in his hand before he even started speaking. "I'm really sorry to bother the three of you, but you're Avengers, right?"

You just blankly stared at the man while Natasha, while also on guard, she was more cordial when she addressed the man. "We're not exactly on duty right now, but did you want something?"

Wanda noticed that there was a dark haired woman not too far behind him simply staring at the yacht before looking toward the three of you. The bespectacled man, who began perspiring the longer you stared him down, jumped to answer. "I just wanted to get a picture with you guys, my wife and I are really grateful that you all are around to protect us."

The three of you looked at each other. While all of you weren't keen on taking pictures, the couple seemed harmless enough, Wanda read as much from both of their thoughts. The man, Graydon, was both nervous and excited; worried that he'd come off as a creep that was bothering them. His wife, Tara, had a similar train of thought in not wanting to bother the three public. Tara's mind was notably much quieter than her husband's; presumably the result of a calming tactic.

Wanda mentally relayed this to both you and Natasha before the three of you finished wordlessly discussing the matter. With Natasha nodding, Wanda spoke to the couple. "One picture wouldn't hurt."

Graydon's face lit up as he gestured for his wife to come closer, essentially saying they were in the clear. Tara came to stand on the other side of Wanda while Graydon went to find a passerby to take the picture on his camera. After he showed a willing older man how to snap the photo, he stood on the right of Natasha with a rather dorky thumbs up.

You left your mask on, put you arms over Natasha's and Wanda's shoulders and squinted your eyes a bit to give the illusion of a more positive emotion on your face as the brief flash irritated your eyes.

After the picture was taken, Graydon rushed over to the volunteer cameraman to see how it came out. Tara turned to Wanda with a small smile as she exited her personal space after a small shaking of hands. " Thank you for indulging us, and it really is a pleasure to meet you, Misty Red."

Wanda watched the dark-haired woman walk away in confusion. "Misty Red? Who's that?" Natasha raised a single brow while all you did was laugh at Wanda's expense.

Natasha's confusion didn't last long with her own deduction skills. "Apparently that's what the people are calling you," a slow smirk made it's way to Natasha's lips as you were still laughing, "I mean, it does makes sense." The redhead was the first to turn and make her way toward the ramp of the yacht.

"I can't decide if they made you sound like a wrestler or a porn star! I just-" You broke another bout of laughter.

Wanda's eyes narrowed at your juvenile line of thought as she crossed her arms. "It isn't even that funny, Jaws. You're just milking it at this point,"

You took a second to recover from your laughter, "It's funny to me. You don't gotta get it cuz I think it's funny. There's no shame in what you do, Wandy."

Natasha rose her shoulders as she continued to make her way onto the boat. "That's just what happens when you let the public name you."

Wanda almost felt the need to defend her lack of an alias, "I didn't think it had to be very high on my list of priorities!"

You lightly pushed the brunette forward and up the ramp to The Blue Delilah. "Uh huh, get on the boat, Misty Red."

---

When You, Natasha, and Wanda all made it onto The Blue Delilah, a smaller inconspicuous boat pulled off behind it at the same time, noticing that the yacht had a discreet Stark Industries logo. Their plan isn't clear at the moment, but it is clear that they're tailing The Blue Delilah. They follow a long way behind, but have their own tracker placed on the ship so they don't lose the yacht.

The three of you were on the private yacht for about four days so far travelling to Enoka.

Note: All citizens of Enoka have the location of Enoka ingrained in their brains, so Jaws always knows where it is. This is a similar practice for the inhabitants of a certain other living island...

As you got closer to the island, it was clear that it's not completely submerged, but it definitely looks different to how you remember.

The goal now was to see if there were any inhabitants on the island that were still alive and who survived the flood over a decade ago.

You didn't voice it, but there was a new sense of anxiousness and hope that started brewing in you at the prospect of going home.

Maybe there actually was a "home" there left...

-----

About a day out from the Island, the engine to The Blue Delilah seemed to stutter, so you went to check it out and before you reach the engine room on the back pad, you noticed large ripples from something that dove back into the water.

Soon after you heard sounds of a struggle on the yacht and booked it back to where Wanda and Natasha were.

There were two attackers engaged in fighting with the two women, four were on the floor unconscious already. It's rather bold for a group of six, well seven.

Jaws grabbed the arm of the seventh attacker that tried to sneak up on them and threw them over their shoulder.

The attacker you were dealing with was a woman and she had armor that stood out a bit more than the others; she had less of it, toned brown skin shown through the large gaps between the armor pieces, and the shoulders were a bit more prickly and menacing in comparison.

'Definitely their leader.'

You raised an eyebrow at the sort of reptilian bone mask obscuring most of the woman's face. "What, were you too good for Bleach?"

You can see the woman visibly squint behind her mask before she grabs two daggers from their place on her hips, "I know fuckin' Kisame isn't talkin' about me, "

Your own eyes narrowed at her retort. 'Well fuck you, too.'

With both of you having been insulted by the other, the two of you rushed each other. The two of you were essentially going blow for blow for a while before you knocked the bone mask off of your attacker's face.

It revealed more dusky brown skin, a few scars on her face and a tattoo of some kind under her right eye. The woman turned to face you fully, wiping blood off the corner of her lip. "You might be one of the more skilled pirates I've come across. It's a shame I consider your life past tense already."

Suddenly, the woman then tackled you off the yacht, knocking your breathing apparatus off in the process, hoping to hold you down and drown you herself. Her daggers reaching to slice at your now exposed neck.

Putting her knife up to your neck, she then notices the gills on each side of it, which throws her off.

It's then, underwater, that she gets a good look at you before her eyes widen considerably, confusing you.

"Y/n, is that really you?"

There's that name, your name. Hardly anyone called you by your given name when you were little, and you hardly cared, but...

"Ys tath uyo, Y/n?"

Your own eyes widen at the familiar language coming from this woman's mouth. Only one person would really insist on using it back then...

"Sienna?"

And with that one word, the woman threw her daggers to the side leaving them to float in the water away from the two of you before tightly wrapping her arms around your neck. You hug her back just so.

After the two of you pulled away, she almost immediately slapped you with a new fire in her molten brown eyes.

"Agh shit! Did you grow talons?!" It wasn't hard enough to actually hurt, but you definitely felt the woman's nails drag across your face.

"Ehrwe ni eth FUCK veah uyo eneb?! Y thugoth uy' DDEA lla heste rayse!"

Sienna went to smack you again before you held both of her wrists in your hands to keep her at bay, your eyebrows furrowed. "Y itd'dn eyrall cieded ot velae, ni cesa uy' omowesh trogof!"

Sienna shook her head as she struggled to get free of your grip, her dark locs waving wildly in under the water. "Elt og of 'em! Y vat'ehn retnotfog shit!" Sienna then began to try and kick at you to let her go, so you brought her into another hug as she resisted.

Her attempts grew more and more feeble as the power behind her punches to your chest fizzled out. It was only then that you realized she was crying.

Sienna's voice was raw and heavy with emotion, "Ehrwe ddi uyo og?! Y odloke nad Y odloke nad Y odloke lla rove rof uyo..."

You let her sob into your chest as you held her, floating in the underwater quiet.

"Y'm ghrit ehre, sersit."

** footnote: I wanted to use a completely different script for the Enokan language being spoken, but I couldn't find a way to import it so that it was shown, so instead I made a simple code using typoglycemia (aka just unscramble the letters of each word). To make it so that it didn't look as clunky, I sometimes replaced (i) with (y). Some words that end with vowels may have an apostrophe that takes the place of the vowel. Apostrophes can also be found at the beginning of words with vowels for fluidity's sake. I didn't think swears should be scrambled cuz that just *looks* off to me. The point of these changes is to have this resemble a spoken language more than it is a blatant tactic to confuse you.

Here's a word unscrambler in case you need it

[checkingoutforheroes]

Too much, my dear.

Y/n: Natasha, I trust you, I do, but are you sure about this whole thing?

Natasha: As for now, we have to pick a side.

Y/n: The discussion about this accord alone makes us fight. I don't want the Avengers to break up.

Natasha: That makes us both. None of us want that to happen, but you understand the accord. You'd know both side has the consequences. You just have to make a choice, for which side are you on.

Y/n: Are you going to Vienna?

Natasha: I have one more place to stop. I'm meeting Steve, hope he already made his choices. It's up to you but I'll be glad if you were there.

Y/n: I haven't made my decision.

Natasha: Bye. For now.

*Few hours later, at the UN meet at Vienna.

T'challa: Ms. Romanoff. Its a pleasure to see you here.

Natasha: The pleasure is mine.

T'challa: The two of the Avengers here can make a great change and positive review for supporting the accords. Excuse me, I have to see my father.

Natasha: Two? *she turns around and see you walking confidently towards them with a smile on her face.

Y/n: Is that a smile on your face, Romanoff?

Natasha: Well, like I said, I am glad you're here.

Y/n: I trust you. So, you better be right.

Natasha: You love me.

Y/n: Too much, my dear. Too much.

[pipsipey17]

love and literature | chapter 3: bad kind of butterflies.

professor!natasha romanoff x college student!reader

series masterlist | main masterlist

summary: some unexpected news from your sister.

contains: just some tension ig

previous chapter | next chapter

It has already been a month since you have been living with Natasha on the same roof and a lot of adjustments have been made, not only at home but also at school. Some of them were fine but the rest of them annoyed the hell out of you.

You hate her that was certain, but you have been feeling things for her whenever the two of you had interactions with each other. Whether they were good or bad. You knew it was wrong and weird but you fantasized about kissing her

“You coming Y/N?” Wanda asked as you were walking to your next class along with Pietro, Peter and Carol.

Pietro is Wanda’s twin brother and you have the same classes with him in almost every single subject except for Russian Literature that’s why you have been friends with him too.

Well for Peter, you and him have been lab partners since freshman year and he has been a huge help for you when it came to Science. He is definitely a Science geek but he means well.

As for Carol, apparently has had a thing for you since you started playing for the volleyball team of the university. She’s a beautiful blonde, has a bold yet great personality and is even the captain of the cheerleading team.

You decided to give it a shot, even though you already told her that you don’t take relationships that seriously. She agreed saying that she’s willing to risk it and that she might even change that for you. And now, you have just been letting the relationship take its course and see where it will take you.

“You know I can’t Wanda, ever since Natasha moved in I haven’t been able to go out after school because I apparently have to ride home with her.” You replied with a hint of disappointment and annoyance in your voice.

This was one of the adjustments that annoyed you, since Natasha brings her car to school everyday, your sister told you that you can just ride home with her. Except for the days that you have student council work to do or you have volleyball training cause you go home later than usual. You couldn’t even stay in one room together without you feeling a bit angry or annoyed at her, let alone a car ride home with her even though it’s only a 30 minute car ride.

“Oh come on baby, it’s the weekend tomorrow, why don’t you text your sister that you’re going out later and see how that goes.” Carol said as she placed her arm around your waist.

Wanda rubbed her temple and said, “I swear, Professor Romanoff isn’t even your sister and yet she acts like one more than Maria.”

“She’s more like a babysitter in my opinion.” Pietro snickered, making Wanda roll her eyes at her twin brother.

You started typing your text message to Maria and a few seconds later you hit send. Your sister immediately read the text message and replied with, “Alright, just don’t be home too late.”

“So?” Wanda asked as she heard the sound from your phone.

“She said yes.” You replied, making Wanda squeal with joy.

“Hell yeah! We’re getting drunk tonight.” Peter cheered.

~~~

You were now at the parking lot of the school on your way to find Natasha, a few moments later you finally saw Natasha and she was leaning against her car with a cigarette in hand, she was also already looking in your direction.

“Isn’t this a non-smoking area?” You asked with your arms crossed.

Natasha hummed, “Yes, but I am not a student like you.” She quipped.

You wanted to roll your eyes so badly at her response but you stopped yourself, “I’m not riding home with you today, I’ve got plans.” You said as you looked directly at her emerald green eyes.

“And by plans you mean?” She asked with her brow raised and a drag from her cigarette.

“I’m just going out with my friends.” You simply replied.

Natasha looked behind you and saw that Carol was waiting by the light post a few meters away from the both of you. “Right, friends.” she said with obvious sarcasm in her voice. She clicked her tongue and asked, “Does Maria know about this?”

“She does,” You replied and showed her your conversation with Maria earlier.

It wasn’t what she meant, she wanted to know if Maria knew about you dating the cheerleader but she would just ask you about that some other time.

“Fine, I’ll see you later.” She lastly said before she dropped her cigarette onto the ground and stepped on it, she then went into her car and drove off.

“Shall we go?” You suddenly heard Carol ask as she held your hand.

You nodded and said, “Yeah, let’s go and have some fun.”

~~~

A few drinks later, you decided to call it a night, it was getting late and you didn’t want an earful from your sister at an ungodly hour.

But what you didn’t expect was seeing a very familiar car waiting by the entrance. The window rolled down and you saw the very least person you wanted to see, Natasha.

“I didn’t ask for a chauffeur.” You said with annoyance.

“Your sister asked me to pick you up. She has an emergency at work if that's why you're wondering I'm the one picking you up instead of your sister.” Natasha plainly said to you with her piercing eyes almost as if she's going to eat you whole.

You were a bit scared with how she's looking at you but your anger and annoyance were dominating, “I'm not riding with you, I'm clearly not drunk so I don't need someone to bring me home. Plus, I'm going to walk Carol to her dorm.”

If Natasha was keeping her composure earlier, she’s sure as hell isn't now after you mentioned that girl.

What she did next is something you didn't expect at all, she got out of her car and grabbed both of your arms, placed them on your back then pushed you onto the wall and twisted one of your arms making you hiss and curse in pain.

“Ow! S-stop that!” you yelped.

Natasha leaned on your ear and whispered, “I'm going to stop once you step inside the car. So, I'll tell you this one more time, get. in.”

The way her voice husked in your ear definitely made you feel something but you still weren't going to easily fold, “Like hell I will.” you said making Natasha twisting your arm more making you scream in pain this time. After a few moments you finally gave up, “A-Alright, I-I'll get in.” you said, making Natasha chuckle and let go of your wrist, “Good, thought we're going to be here all night.”

Natasha then strutted back to her car as you continued to rub your wrist in pain later seeing a slight bruise forming as you entered the car.

“That's gonna teach you to listen to me, Y/N. I may be living rent free in your household but that doesn't mean you're allowed to disrespect me once we're outside campus.” Natasha said as she started to drive away.

You rolled your eyes and sat silent in your seat, until your phone rang, the caller ID revealing that your girlfriend was calling. "Hey babe. Yeah sorry, apparently, my sister told Natasha to pick me up." you heard Natasha click her tongue.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise. Alright. Bye." you said then ended the call.

"Didn't say the 'L' word?" Natasha suddenly asked.

You scoffed, "No, we're not seriously dating. There's no need for that."

"Ah, so it's more on just sex then?" Natasha asked with a smirk on her face.

"What? N-no I mean… kind of, I mean…" you groan in frustration, "You know what, it's none of your business."

"Fine, I already got a clue anyway just from the answer alone." Natasha replied, her smirk not leaving her face.

"Whatever." you said while rolling your eyes.

Natasha suddenly grabbed your thigh and dug her nails into it making you hiss in pain, "Roll your eyes at me one more time, you're going to get it." she said as she continued driving and digging her nails into your thigh.

What she said and did made you remain still and silent in your seat, thankfully, you were already near your home.

Once you arrived, you immediately left the car and went inside to your bedroom, laying face planted onto the mattress and finally succumbed to sleep.

~~~

"I'm going on a business trip for a few weeks," Maria said as you ate breakfast.

"What? You're leaving me here?" You said in shock and disbelief.

"I wish you could come with me but you have school and plus, you have Natasha to stay here with you."

That was the issue, you didn't want to be left alone together with the woman you certainly despised with your whole being.

"When are you leaving?" Natasha asked as she got up from her seat and placed her dishes on the sink.

"Tonight, so that's why I won't be here once you guys get back." Maria replied as she also got up and placed her dishes on the sink.

You lastly got up and gathered all your dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. After that, you hugged your sister and said, "Take care big sis."

She hugged you back and replied, "Of course I will. I love you little sis."

You said I love you back and Natasha was just watching the whole scene unfold in front of her, it always made her smile when she would see you let all your guard down around your sister, it just meant that you really felt safe around her.

It reminded her of her sister, Yelena. Who is busy traveling the world and living her best life, making up for the lost time she had before because of their past.

Maria released her embrace. “Go wait for Natasha in her car, I have to talk to her about something first.” she said and you nodded in response then left the room with Natasha's car keys in hand.

Once they heard the door close, Maria took a deep breath and spoke, “You can… take care of her for me right? She tends to be reckless sometimes and I just want to make sure she's not going to be in some trouble while I'm gone.”

“You can count on me Maria, I mean, I already got a taste of that when I picked her up last night.”

What Natasha said made Maria raise a brow at her, “Really? What did she do?”

“She refused to get in the car with me, but it's fine, I managed.” Natasha replied with a slight smirk on her face.

“I see, well… I hope you won't experience more of that in the next few days. Well, anyway, you guys got to go, it's getting a bit late.” Maria lastly said before they hugged and Natasha left the kitchen.

Starting tonight, you'll be left with the woman you hate but at the same time feel certain things for. You're nervous but excited even to see what will happen the next few days of the two of you living together without your sister.

Natasha got in her car and started the engine. But before she starts to drive she looked you in the eyes and said, “Look, I know you don't like me and I can't blame you for that but we'll be living together for a few weeks and I want us to be friends even just for the time being for the sake of your sister.”

A smirk formed on your face, “Alright, if that's what you want then let's be friends.” you simply replied and Natasha did a simple nod in respone and started to drive you both to school.

Let the games begin.

[drghostwrite]

You’re Not Alone…

Okay so I was gonna wait to write the Natasha x reader but I saw a quote and it made me think of her so here it is

Quote: “she looked my demons in the eye and smiled, she fell for the very thing I thought she’d fear”

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: Natasha and Y/N fell for each other but what happens when your past comes back to haunt you, can she handle it or will it break what you worked so hard to build. Also sticking with the female super soldier storyline.

******************************************************** Your heart was beating fast, your breathing heavy, but you kept running. Every muscle in your body screamed for you to stop, to give up but you couldn’t, branches and thorns pulled at your clothing, ripping through your skin, the gash in your side oozed blood as you ran. You watched as bullets embedded in the trees around you sending wood splintering into your path, you ducked and then jumped a log continuing to run, you turned back seeing the lights coming and before you turned around you stepped over the ledge sending you tumbling down the hill, you laid at the bottom feeling the blood running, you willed your muscles to move to get up, anything, but they stayed put.

“Over here!” You heard one yell. You heard boots crunching the leaves and branches, you squinted as a light was shined in your eyes, one of the other female agents squatted down next to you.

“Oh sweetheart, you really thought you could get away, after Rogers and Barnes we know what to expect and love you might be twice as strong as them but we planned for that.” She held you by the collar of your jacket and studied the disdain and pain in your eyes. “Looks like the Huntress isn’t as good as she thought.” She chuckled and you let out a sob.

“Don’t worry love this won’t hurt too much, or maybe it will who knows.” You watched unflinching, unable to move as her fist came across your face, everything blacked out as she knocked you out cold.

You shot up into a sitting position on the bed the blankets falling around you, your grey ribbed tank showed off the cold sweats and your heavy breathing. You jumped as Natasha reached a hand up running it soothingly up and down your back.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing it was just a dream.”

“Another one?” She asked concerned, this wasn’t the first time you’ve woken up in a panic and most times it was the same dream, the female scientist from hydra and you weren’t ever able to escape.

Natasha sat up leaning on you, she wrapped an arm around your back and laid the other across you lap placing a kiss to your neck and then placing her chin on your shoulder. You sat there and sobbed, “Nat I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what baby?”

“The dreams, the sleepless nights, I need closure and you don’t deserve this, you deserve to be loved and spend your days being loved not here like this.”

“Y/N.”

“No you don’t deserve someone like me all this trauma I carry, you’ve had to go through enough on your own.”

“Y/N Romanoff, look at me,” she looked into your reddened eyes and tear stained face with a gentle forgiving smile, “if I ever would’ve second guessed your love for me or that this would work I never would’ve asked you to marry me, I knew I wasn’t just marrying the smart, witty, funny and drop dead gorgeous super soldier, I know a lot of what Bucky went through and even what I went through, I understood that there would be things there but never once did that scare me.”

You looked back into her eyes as she pulled you into a kiss her hand gently on your cheek, her thumb swiping away tears. “I want you to remember who put that ring on your finger.”

“Natasha,” you said leaning your forehead on hers and letting the tears fall. “What did I do to deserve a woman like you.”

“Baby, you deserve so much more than just me.” You pulled her into another kiss, there was nothing behind it no alterior motives, no cheesy or sexy intent, just love, pure love.

You laid back down and she wrapped herself around you, she made sure that you felt secure and that’s how you fell asleep laying in the arms of the woman you love.

You woke up in the morning to light leaking through the windows but Natasha wasnt sleeping next to you, you got up and did your morning routine and when you went to grab your coffee before heading out to train the recruits you found a note on to the coffee pot.

Hey beautiful good morning, I’m gonna be working with some of the recruits today but I was hoping that maybe we could meet in your office later around dinner.

You smiled and grabbed your things, after a tiring day you made your way down to your office, it was actually really spacious and you had it decorated, pictures of the avengers hung on the wall of you with various other friends (Wanda, Tony & Peter, Steve & Bucky), some classes of recruits that you helped train and there were a ton of pictures of you and Natasha with friends, or even the two of you, found around you desk. You heard a knock on you door and watched as your wife slipped in a case file tucked under her arm, you stood and greeted her with a quick kiss to the lips.

“So how’d today go?” You asked her, as you both sat down together on you couch, she propped her legs over your lap.

“Well these recruits were feeling testy today.”

“I’m sure you gave them hell though.”

“Oh you better believe it.” You both laughed, she never tolerated disrespect especially if it was someone inexperienced and that didn’t know what they were doing.

“I also did some digging.”she motioned to the case file she had.

“Oh?” She handed you the file and you accepted flipping open the first page, you stopped breathing a knot forming in your throat, you looked at the picture clipped on the front page, it was the female hydra scientist from your dream.

“Natasha, what is this?”you looked at her for an explanation.

“I went back through some old case files from hydra and found this, your name is mentioned or at least your alias of the huntress. Turns out that is doctor Quinn Alexander she was known for engineering and even won awards, after she went missing though and turns out she’s the one who created your formula, the first person to make a female super soldier, she made you twice as strong as Steve and Bucky essentially making you a super, super soldier. Her research showed that her main purpose was to see if she could A. Create you and B. To see if she could breed you with another soldier creating a superhuman race, but it didn’t work because Bucky escaped and then she was killed... I thought you might need some more closure so it’s all right there in that file whether you want it or not.”

“Nat thank you, thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me.”

“Baby I know exactly what this means, I didn’t have someone to do that for me and I had to go through it alone. But you’re not alone, I’m here to help you fight these demons even if that means sleepless nights.”

Tears rolled down both of your cheeks and you leaned forward kissing her, that was the moment you knew you made the right choice you had married the right one. She was never going to let you fight alone and you will do the same for her.

[thatonebrazilian]

Hello Darkness ~ Chapter 10

… Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, chapter 12 (coming soon)

A/N: Hiiiiii!!! I promised you guys dark!reader, didn't I? So PREPARE FOR THE GORE. (and although I was already planning some torture and mass murder, Wanda on MoM did help inspire me a little). Also, sorry it took so long, writer's block and all that.

Oh, if I forgot to tag anyone just lmk!

Summary: You were happy with Wanda until you found Vision on her bed. You loved her, though, you would have forgiven her eventually, but Natasha couldn’t let you throw away your chance at true happiness like that. So she took matters into her own hands.

Warnings: Cheating, Kidnapping, Gaslighting, non-con sex, non-con drug use, non-con alcohol consumption, Stockholm syndrome, soft!dark!Natasha, synthetic cock, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, praising kink, little bit of mommy kink… I think that’s it, lmk if I need to add more. MINORS DNI. You have been warned. *THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES OF DEATH, TORTURE AND MASS MURDER*

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 7007

You had never felt like that before; pride like that, love like that. The pain had been unbearable, yes, but Natasha was there holding your hand through it all, and just that one gesture made everything better.

And then you had her in your arms, your baby girl, Natasha’s baby, and it’d felt like everything was as it should be, like every event in your life was culminating into this one moment. You had looked at your little girl’s bright green eyes, just like her mother’s, her hair took your shade, but you swore you could see a bit of fire in it, as if the deep red of Natasha’s hair wanted to poke out through the hair color your child inherited from you.

Your child.

You had looked at Natasha then, and you could see it clearly as you looked into her eyes, that glint that perfectly mirrored the happiness you had been feeling, the pure love and devotion she felt for you, for both of you.

And as you took another look at your child, there was only one thing that came to mind.

“Yelena,” you had said, smiling and looking at your baby girl.

Natasha had blinked once, twice, and then her eyes filled with tears. “What?”

“It’s a fitting name, don’t you think?” you had asked, smiling up at the love of your life “Yelena Y/L/N-Romanoff.”

“I love you,” Natasha knelt to the floor beside your bed, stroking your face with one hand and holding little Yelena’s with the other, her tears falling freely “I love you so much, I don’t even know how to-”

She broke down sobbing, and you had always known Natasha loved you, even before you knew it was romantic, but now it seemed to stand out like a beacon as you realized just how much she loved you, because the sight of tears in her eyes had always been a rare one, and for her to be vulnerable with you like that was enough to tell you just how much you meant to this woman.

“Oh, Natty, I know,” you said, you understood, she loved you more than words could describe, she loved you so much she didn’t know what to do, how to express it, be it in words or actions.

“I just can’t- You gave my life meaning, Y/N, you have no idea how-” she cried a bit more and kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then the corner of your mouth; she took a big breath in then “I’ve been having nightmares my whole life,” she said, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear “but having you by my side drives them always, it’s like since I met you I’ve been blessed with recurring dreams. Even more so after I started waking up by your side. Night after night, after the sun inflicts light upon us, your presence just soothes me, you make me feel like I have nothing to be worried about,” she kissed your cheeks then, and you felt her smile on your skin “It’s like you gave me life when I was nothing but an empty husk of a person; And now you give me this, her, a child, our child. Our Yelena.” She looked you in the eyes and leaned down to kiss your lips, you had never felt more peaceful in your life “I want to give back, I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to just be in silence, I want you to feel comfortable enough to say anything you that comes to your mind without having second thoughts, I want to hone your moans, to make you sing, touch your body like the masterpiece it is, I want to grow with you, to intertwine your spirit with mine, to merge our souls. I want to have your firsts, your lasts, and your forever.”

Your eyes stung with the sudden overflow of tears, you had smiled at her and pulled her closer, kissing her lips, trying to convey through that simple kiss all the feelings you couldn’t express through words.

“I love you too, Natalia,” you had said then, touching your forehead to hers “more than I ever loved anyone else, more than I even thought possible to love someone; I love you more than I love myself.”

Nat pulled away a little and smiled at you, wiping your tears with the pad of her thumb while reaching for her pocket with the other hand.

“I really do want forever with you, you know?” she said, her hand coming back holding a beautiful little box, your heart started hammering in your chest “Would you grant me this one more blessing? Would you allow me to spend the rest of my life by your side?” she asked, her red-rimmed, beautiful green eyes staring at you with so much hope “Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god,” you whispered, not quite believing this was really happening “Yes, Natalia! A million times yes!”

You had never felt more complete than at that moment.

The joy never seemed to fade. Days had passed, and you were as happy as on the day Yelena was born, as happy as in the moment Natasha asked you to marry her. The happiness you felt seemed everlasting, all because of the two women you had the luck to call your own. Your fiancée and your child.

When Natasha popped the question was like something snapped in you, and you finally realized that you didn’t need your job to be happy, you didn’t need your colleagues, you didn’t need anything but her and Lena.

Of course you wouldn’t just cut off all the other people you loved, no, you wanted Yelena to have uncle Tony give her the most mind-blowing gifts, you wanted uncle Loki to teach her magic, and you wanted uncle Thor to drool over her like you knew he would. But you realized you didn’t need to be near them, you didn’t need to be an avenger to feel fulfilled, and you didn’t need to be a superhero to help people.

What you had said to Natasha before Lena was born still stood, though. Because even if you knew you didn’t need the thrill of the fight to be happy, you still liked it, so you wanted that one last mission.

Of course Natasha didn’t like that, she worried about you too much for her own good. She didn’t try to stop you, though, even if she really wanted to. And, god, she did, how much she did.

You knew it wasn’t just out of worry. Yes, she worried about you more than anything else, but you knew there was something else bothering her about this particular mission. You’d be there with the other magic users, and with them alone.

You’d be there with Wanda, and she’d have to stay in the compound. First and foremost because someone had to stay to look after Lena, but also because her expertise wouldn’t be needed for this one.

She knew you loved her, you were sure of that, but you also understood how she couldn’t trust Wanda to be near you, and you knew how she felt, after all you wouldn’t like Bruce coming back and hovering over your fiancée.

“Are you absolutely sure?” she had asked you a million times before your departure, it was endearing, to be honest.

“Yes, Natty, I’m sure.” You had said, smiling at her. God, she was beautiful when she worried about you like that.

“Ok, have you gotten your gear?” she asked, checking your backpack to see if everything was in order.

“Everything in place, Captain” you answered, a smirk on your face.

Natasha lifted a single brow as she finished checking everything. “Captain?”

“Well, we are in the bedroom, and you do call the shots here, so…”

She laughed and shook her head, walking towards you. When she gathered your hair in one of her hands you thought she’d pull it and push you against the wall in a last attempt to coerce you to stay, but then she smoothly moved the other hand beneath your curls and placed a necklace on your neck.

“What is this for?” you furrowed your brows a little, your fingers tracing lightly over the beautiful piece.

She blushed a little and looked at Yelena, there was a similar piece on your baby’s neck. It made you realize what it was and a warm feeling spread through your chest.

“Tracking devices,” you said, a smile blooming on your face; you then looked at Natasha with as much love and adoration as she was looking at you “you want to make sure we’re ok, even if we’re not nearby…”

She nodded and pulled you in, tucking her face in the crook of your neck and hugging you tight to the point it became harder to breathe. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Please, come back to me.” She whispered against your pulse point, leaving a kiss there.

You pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes; you wished you could imprint the image in your head, for she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen in your life. “Remember what I told you the other day?” you asked, caressing her face “I can’t promise to never get hurt, but I can promise to do everything in my power to come back to you”, you looked at Lena then “to the two of you. No matter what I have to do.”

Your eyes darted to her tempting lips. God, they were so plump, and you knew for a fact their taste was one of the best things to ever grace your mouth.

You pulled her closer.

“Besides,” you said then, biting her lower lip and palming her ass “We need to start working on that baby brother for Yelena, you know.”

Natasha smiled at that, her hand slowly pulling the zipper of your jumpsuit down. “We might have to get started now if you keep that up.”

You laughed and pulled her into a deep, searing kiss; an image flashed into your mind and you found the heat pooling in your belly almost unbearable “Fuck,” you exhaled, pulling away from her mouth “I bet you’d look so fucking perfect with a round belly, Tasha.”

Natasha smiled sadly at you “You know I can’t carry children, Detka,” she said. You knew that, you knew what the red room did, but you couldn’t keep that perfect image out of your head.

“Hmm,” was all you replied, leaning in and kissing her languidly on that sweet spot right behind her ear.

“Five minutes until departure” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice sounded in the room, making both of you groan in annoyance.

“Guess that’s my cue,” you said, kissing her one more time, then moving to the crib you had conjured (your magic was way better, thank you very much) for Yelena. “Bye little Lena, momma will see you soon.”

You turned to leave, but stopped at the door; you had never thought it’d be so painful to part ways with someone, especially since it was temporary. You turned around and pulled Natasha by the hand, pressing her against the wall as your mouth invaded hers like you needed her to breathe. Which you knew very well you did.

She moaned under your touch, her tight coming to press between yours.

“Three minutes until departure” it was F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice again, you shut your eyes tightly and, summoning every bit of your strength, you managed to pull away from Nat’s lips.

“I love you, my beautiful fiancée,” you said, touching your forehead against hers.

“I love you more, my future wife”.

And then you walked out that door, finding Loki waiting for you right outside your room.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Let’s get this over and done with so I can come back to my family.”

Things were never easy for you, of course not.

S.H.I.E.L.D had sent a team to this place before yours, a reckon team. They had infiltrated the base and gathered enough knowledge for a strike team, yours, to come back and deal with these fuckers, whoever they were.

Now here you were, not too far from the base you were supposed to invade. It was only you, Loki, Strange, and to your dismay, Wanda and Vision. To be honest you didn’t even know why Alexa was here; he was powerful, yes, and he had somewhat magical abilities, but they needed magic users for this and he was not one.

Whatever the reason, though, you couldn’t say you hated having him there, because as laser beams started being shot your way, you imagined his vibranium body would make a nice enough shield.

But how the hell were they shooting at you? Your team was stealthy enough, even using magic to mask the quinjet; all you needed to do was go to the base, which wasn’t too far from where you stood, and make it go boom. There was even a fucking forest surrounding said base, they shouldn’t have spotted you.

The fucking laser beams being shot at your team were seemingly coming from the trees, you also spotted a couple machine guns near one of the big tanks (what they contained? You had no idea).

Only then you seemed to notice that the layout the reckon team had given you seemed to be wrong. That should have been the first signal. It was a pity you couldn’t realize it then.

“We’ve been compromised!” Strange shouted as hundreds of soldiers left the building, running right towards you. You couldn’t see their faces, all of them were wearing helmets.

“Oh, what gave you the impression?” Loki yelled back, shooting freezing rays of his own toward the soldiers.

“The smart maneuver would be to leave right now,” said Vision, the stone in his robotic forehead glowing before shooting out at the enemies.

“You did read the report, didn’t you?” you asked through gritted teeth, your distaste for the droid growing stronger and strong by the second “If we leave, the tech they have here could be used to destroy dozens of cities.”

You stopped half the rays shot your way and used your magic to reverse their trajectory, creating a couple explosions that brought down dozens of soldiers.

“Yes, but we could come back another time!” Vision insisted.

“Are you fucking dumb?! They already know we know about their tech, they already know we want to destroy it!” you yelled at him, clenching your fists, but not taking your eyes off the battlefield “If we leave, they’ll take whatever they have here and hide it away!”

“And we’ll find it!” Vision insisted, blocking a laser beam from hitting Wanda.

Ah, you see now what this is about. He wanted to protect Wanda.

“Not before they use it to kill hundreds of thousands of people!” you yelled, creating a ball of blue, unstable magic and shooting it at the rapidly approaching soldiers.  “Fuck it, you won’t understand no matter how many times I try to explain. You don’t have empathy to understand, you’re a robot, you don’t have a heart; You know what? You can go if you want to, I’ll finish the fucking job alone.”

Fuck him, fuck her, they could very well leave if they wanted to.

“We’re staying. I’m not leaving her behind,” you heard Wanda say to Vision.

“Wanda…” he started to say.

“I’m not leaving without her, Vis.”

And then the soldiers were upon you; none of them attacked you with their fists, though, they were all armed with this strange sort of gun that blasted a green, smelly ray.

One came right at you, but with a single lift of your hand, you redirected it back to a group of goons.

You used a blast of magic to explode one of the tanks nearby. Turns out whatever was in it was volatile, cause the explosion was so much bigger than you expected. The resulting boom caused a big gust of wind, knocking down a lot of soldiers, almost knocking down Wanda as well; the ones unfortunate enough to be near the tank when it exploded were now nothing more than bloodstains on the grass. Wanda and Strange looked at you with a horrified expression, Loki’s smile was a proud one.

And then down from the sky, sliding down zip lines that came from seemingly nowhere, came a hundred soldiers more. They were wearing the same uniforms, the same helmets; they landed with such lightness, such grace, like they had practiced it their whole lives, that it gave you the impression that those weren’t men; more than that, it gave you the impression that you had seen someone move as fluidly as them.

That’s when your eyes focused on the belts they were all wearing. Although it was hard to see surrounded by this much darkness, they stood out to you like a beacon. The insignia you saw every day, the one that was more often than not pressed against your skin.

The Black Widow insignia.

This was not any organization.

This was the Red Room.

And then you heard Wanda scream, her body surrounded by a green aura before it disappeared. She almost fell to the floor, but Vision caught her in time.

“Wanda, are you ok?” The robot asked, and it almost seemed as if there was panic in his voice.

“My- My powers… I can’t feel my powers!” she said, looking desperate, her eyes then met yours “We have to go! They have weaponized magical inhibitors!”

You gritted your teeth, you didn’t know what was happening. The Red Room was supposed to be gone. Natasha killed Dreykov years ago. If not him, who was doing all of this?

All the widows stilled for a moment, and you looked behind you to see an army of Lokis. You knew they were illusions, Strange knew it, but the Widows didn’t, or at least you hoped so.

You looked at him “Good idea,” you said, and then there was another you. Loki, the original one, smiled at that.

“Good, for your first try.”

“This is not an illusion, Loki,” you said, both your hands and your clone’s glowing blue. You concentrated some of your magic in your eyes to try and see where these Widows were coming from.

“What?” Loki asked, “What is it then?”

“A doppelganger,” you said, your double fighting off some Widows while you looked at the sky trying to find… Oh, there it was.

You took off then, leaving your other self there to fight with the others.

“And what do your original self intend to do?” Loki asked, you could hear him perfectly through your double.

“This became really person all of a sudden,” you said, but the voice sounded through the version of you that was near Loki, “they have magic inhibitors, you won’t last long, take the others and leave.”

“What about you? Natasha will be devastated if something happened to you.” He said.

“I’m doing this for her. Now, listen to me, goddamnit.”

He said something else but you couldn’t hear it now, you were too far away, even to listen through your clone. It didn’t matter though, you found the giant floating building you were looking for. You flew towards it, dodging all the projectiles coming your way.

The fight beneath you was forgotten, your other self could deal with that on her own.

When you landed, all you saw was blonde hair before you passed out.

You woke up slowly, the fog in your mind lifting slightly as your eyes adjusted to the sight in front of you. You were in a room, there was only a woman by the door, a blonde one, looking at you with no emotion behind her eyes.  

“Who are you?” you asked, or at least you tried to, your voice was a bit too slurred to formulate proper words.

The blonde just tilted her head almost robotically, taking a slow, menacing step towards you; her hair was tied in a ponytail, the top part divided into braids that fell and dissolved into gentle waves. You have seen braids like that, you were sure… You saw them atop Natasha’s head quite frequently.

You remembered Natasha’s beautiful, melodic voice as she told you about her little sister, the one she presumed was dead, the one with blonde hair and eyes as green as hers. Well, Nat was wrong, this girl’s eyes were beautiful, yes, but not in a million years they could compare to Natasha’s. Your eyes focused on the Black Widow insignia on the belt the blonde wore.

“Yelena?” you asked, then, eyes zeroing on her “Yelena Belova?”

She didn’t say anything, just stood there, looking at you with not a single ounce of emotion behind her eyes.

“Yelena, listen to me, I’m Natasha’s fiancée; your sister thought you were dead. What happened?”

You were expecting an answer from her, instead, you heard clapping; slow, methodical, like whoever was doing it was merely mocking you.

“Congratulations. I have to admit I didn’t expect you to figure it out this quick. I was hoping she’d have a bit of fun with you first.” The voice came, followed soon after by an old, fat man walking into the room. “But I guess I should’ve known my Natasha wouldn’t choose just anyone to spend her life with.”

Red, ugly rage filled you, not just because you thought you knew who this man was, but because Natasha was yours. You tried to release your powers, to trample down whatever advantage he thought he had, but somehow you just couldn’t.

Then you remember the needle to your neck.

They had inhibited your powers.

When Natasha had done it you had felt completely bare, like a part of you was missing, you had felt powerless and helpless, but… this didn’t feel like it, this felt more like numbness, like trying to look at something that’s underwater, like trying to walk in quicksand.

It was irritating, it was maddening, but it didn’t make you afraid.

“Dreykov,” was all you said through gritted teeth, your face morphing into an expression of pure rage. You hated this man, not because he delusionally thought he owned your woman, but because he took everything from her. He took her childhood, her freedom, her innocence, and the possibility for her to carry children of her own.

“Hello Y/N,” Dreykov said in a mocking tone, a condescending smile on his face “now that introductions are out of the way… I’ve heard something really interesting about a baby. Yours and Natasha’s biological daughter. Yelena, right?” he laughed a little and shook his head, as if you had just told him something funny “How darling of you to name your child after Natasha’s little sister. Such a special child it must be.”

You clenched your jaw as he walked towards a desk and sat on top of it, trying to act all cool. “You know, I personally chose Natasha for the Black Widow program because she has perfect genes. And I mean that in a literal way. Her body is more resistant to diseases, her strength is superior to the normal person, she is smarter, her brain works faster; she is one of the very few perfect specimens out there...”

He went on and on about how perfect Natasha was; you knew that all too well, you’ve seen her every scar, both physical and mental, you’ve seen her at her best and at her worst, you’ve seen her fight, love, cry and laugh. You saw her as she held you down against your will to make you hers, and you saw her as she held your hand during your child’s birth. You knew all there was to know about Natasha Romanoff, because she was part of you.

“And now,” Dreykov continued “now I can only imagine all that I could do with a child that doesn’t just have perfect genetics like her, but that also has magic! The world would be mine, I wouldn’t even need my other widows; just our little Yelena would be enough.”

Your chest hurt at the thought of him getting anywhere near your girls.

“You will not touch my daughter,” you said with pure hatred in your voice.

“But, why keep just her?” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken “No, I’ll keep Natasha and aunty Yelena here as well, then I’ll have my perfect assassin trinity.”

Your eyes glowed blue, and Dreykov suddenly took a step back.

“Stay away from. My. Wife!”

A blast of pure, raw power left you, throwing furniture to the ground, breaking windows, and almost knocking Dreykov and Yelena down.

The old, balding man turned and bolted for the door, but a wall of dark-blue energy sealed it shut. He turned to Yelena with wide eyes and yelled “What are you waiting for?!” He then pressed a button on his watch and an alarm went off, red lights blinking as if in a warning.

From the ceiling then dropped what seemed to be dozens of widows. They all made a protective circle around Dreykov while Yelena pushed a knife against your throat, not yet breaking skin.

“How are you doing this?! We gave you magic inhibitors!” Dreykov yelled, but then he shook his head and look heatedly in the blonde’s direction “It doesn’t matter. Yelena, dose her again.”

And then you felt the pinprick on your neck once more, but you didn’t pass out like last time. Instead, the muddiness your felt got worse, your vision blurred, Dreykov’s voice was all weird… And yet, it didn’t cloud your judgment, you hated Dreykov with the same intensity, you wanted to kill him with the same passion.

Kill; you’ve never been driven to kill another, ever, and yet that’s what you wanted to do. You wanted to kill Dreykov for all he did to Natasha, for all he wanted to do to her and your child. You stopped squirming in your seat, trying to save your strength. Dreykov’s shoulders slumped a little and he took a step forward, the sea of widows protecting him parted, allowing you to see the ugly, balding man.

“You are a strong little thing, aren’t you?” he asked then, that irritating smile back on his face “My Natasha chose well.”

“You’ll never convince her to join you. You’re delusional if you think you will.” You said, gritting your teeth, your voice sounding drunken.

He tilted his head a little and his smile grew ever bigger “But who said anything about convincing?” he asked then, pulling Yelena to him by the arm, pulling out a knife from one of the widow’s belts and plunging it into Yelena’s side. You cringed, she didn’t move, she didn’t make a face, she just stood there, motionless.

Just then it dawned on you.

She was being controlled.

“You see, I have this nice little gas that allows me to control all these beautiful weapons,” he said, gesturing to the women around you “and it makes them stronger, their pain tolerance higher.” He took a step away from Yelena, blood coated her sides now. “Natasha won’t be able to do anything but succumb, just like her sister has. Just like you will have by then.”

He took another step towards you.

Rage, rage was all you felt, rage and the silent scream of your powers, the invisible push against your skin. Anger. Unconformity. Hatred.

“I’ll make you scream,” you said, barely more than a whisper “I’ll make you wish you were dead. You should have never come for my family.”

Dreykov snorted.

“Why do you think I came back after all this time? I could’ve come for my Natasha whenever I wanted, but now? Now there’s a magical child out there waiting for me. No one’s gonna stop me from getting my hands on Yelena.”

Blue, that’s what you saw, that’s the color that surrounded the room before you. The dam broke, and your powers punched through the fog, through the muddiness.

You never really understood why people gave you the superhero name you had. Wanda was the Scarlet Witch, Sam was the Falcon, Steve was Captain America, Tony was Iron Man, and your Natalia was the Black Widow.

You… were good, you never handicapped anyone, you’ve never killed anyone. You were the one the Avengers always sought out when they needed comfort.

And yet, you have been deemed the angel of death.

The Reaper.

Now, as the blue of your powers turned black, as the tip of your fingers burned with hellfire, as you looked in Dreykov’s eyes and saw his very soul, you finally understood why.

The chains that held you in place burst out as if they had been exploded and you slowly got up, your hair swirling madly around you as if there was a strong wind current in the room. The widows all surrounded you, but you couldn’t see their faces, all you saw were their souls, ready to be taken.

As if they could read each other’s moves, they pounced on you with perfect synchronicity. Their batons, knives, and guns all set into motion.

No one managed to touch you, your now dark powers enveloped you like a barrier, every shot the widows took bounced harmlessly, and every knife that came close met fierce resistance.

“You can’t fight them all off!” Dreykov yelled from behind Yelena, who stood in a defensive stance in front of him at the back of the room.

You didn’t seem to hear him, all that reverberated through your ears were his earliest words. Your body was hot, as if on fire, your eyes glowed dark blue.

“You will leave my family alone.”

 “Someone dose her again!” Dreykov yelled.

“You think you’re so smart;” you said, lifting with your magic the widow that was coming towards you with a syringe. You wouldn’t let any one of them touch you, you wouldn’t let them hurt your girls “think you’re so powerful,” with a flick of your fingers you tore the widow’s hand away from her body, she didn’t scream, but a river of blood flowed from her torn wrist to the floor. You threw her body against a far wall “when actually you’re nothing but tiny, measly man” this time seven widows pounced on you at once. You tore their bodies into pieces, the cracking of bones echoed loudly in the room, you could feel yourself becoming stronger as every soul left the widows’ bodies and came to you. You were somehow absorbing their essence. “Hiding behind tiny, measly women” you locked eyes with one of the widows, there was nothing behind it, but you knew she had a soul, you could see it thrashing inside her, wanting to come out, to break free, to run to you.

She wanted to die, you realized. All of them wanted to.

Well, who were you to deny them of their wishes?

As you pulled a few more towards you with your magic, you could see their blood pulsing in their veins. You pulled one’s throat, tearing off her pipe, making her gurgle in blood before her soul flew in your direction, and then there was the one with red hair. You looked deep into her eyes. They were wrong. You ripped them off. Another one came, her batons ready. They never even got to touch the barrier, you had severed her arms from her body.

Soon the room was filled with the metallic stench of blood, red like an inferno, morbid like death, the marble floors tainted dark red. There was only Yelena now, her blank stare on your face, her body ready to pounce. But she didn’t, Dreykov pulled her by the arm and pressed a knife to her neck.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll kill her. Natasha will never forgive you if you let her die.” He said, a manic smile appearing on his face, a frightened look in his eyes.

“Will she ever be able to break free?” you asked then, not caring about what he had said. You knew he wouldn’t kill the only thing standing between you two.

“There is no breaking free,” he said, pulling her closer, pressing his body against hers “her mind, her body, and her will are mine to command. Even if you managed to break my hold on her using your magic, she’d eventually, inevitably, fall back into the habits ingrained in her mind since she was a child, she’d go back to trying to fulfill her utmost desire: to follow my orders”.

You clenched your fists. Yelena didn’t deserve this.

“Did you command her to take my wife and my child to you?” you asked, then, because if there weren’t any long-lasting orders maybe she’d be able to live a somewhat normal life after Dreykov was gone.

“I did. And she will succeed.” He said, his manic smile growing, making you sick to the stomach “Because you won’t kill her; you may have killed the others, but you won’t kill Natasha’s sister, she has you on a tight leash, you won’t do anything that might anger her, so it’s only a matter of time before-”

You lifted a single finger, shutting Dreykov up, and then you took a couple steps closer to Yelena. She was beautiful, more beautiful than you imagined she would be, but her beauty could never compare to Natasha’s. No one could ever compare to her.

You looked deep into those blank green eyes of hers, her plump, pouty lips turned slightly down into a frown, her strong jaw set. You knew they weren’t blood-related, but you could see a lot of Nat in Yelena’s expression.

“Do you think you will ever be able to break free?” you asked her.

Once again no words left her mouth, all there was were those blank eyes staring at you. She didn’t say anything, but you saw the same glow around her head you saw in the others. Her very soul, afraid, desperate to break free.

You could almost feel it, its anger, its pain.

You lifted your hand to her cheek, she didn’t move, her defensive stance was still in place though. Her skin was smooth and a little wet. She had cried, you realized, even if her eyes weren’t red-rimmed.

You didn’t know why she was crying, though; you didn’t know if it was because of the widows you slaughtered, because she was happy to hear that her sister was happy and had a child named after her, or because she simply couldn’t take it anymore.

“I wish you could see her now,” you said then, smiling sadly at the blonde “she’s truly happy, Yelena. She has freedom and love, and that’s really all she’s ever asked for. I wish you’d have gotten that, too.”

You didn’t even have to lift a finger, the snap of Yelena’s neck echoed loudly through the silent room, she fell to the floor in a matter of seconds. Painless, clean. Efficient.

Dreykov’s eyes bulged to the point where they almost fell off. Your eyes were drawn to him like magnets. You took a couple steps closer, stepping over Yelena’s body.

“Any last words?” you asked, giving him his voice back.

He did this. He killed the woman who would be your child’s godmother. He killed your sister-in-law. He destroyed her life, Natasha’s life.

He’d pay for it.

“You- you can’t kill me, if you do it, all of my widows won’t stop until Natasha and your baby are dead!” he yelled, backing up against the wall.

You tilted your head a little to the side, your eyes hardening. “Do you really think I worry about your widows?”

Dreykov raised his hands desperately. “But do you really want to live your whole life looking over your shoulder? A single mistake, a single distraction on your part, and your daughter will be gone.”

You felt something in your stomach, it was like hunger, but it was definitely not physical hunger. You didn’t want food… You wanted blood. His blood.

“So why don’t you be a good boy and tell me the location of these other widows so I can finish this once and for all?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?! Once I tell you you’ll kill me.”

You leaned closer, your eyes emitting a dark blue glow. “Here’s the thing, Dreykov, either you tell me where these widows are, or I’ll read it out of your mind. The difference is, if you do cooperate, I’ll simply kill you, but if you don’t…” you smiled menacingly, whispering your next threat “I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

You pulled back and looked at him, willing to let him decide, but when no words came out of his mouth, you smiled sadistically at him.

“Pain it is.”

You brought him closer with your magic, his wide eyes filled with fear. “Hum, I wonder if I can turn back time on your body, but leave your mind to remember everything that happened,” you mused, a dark grin on your face.

“What do you think yo-”

You broke his hand, it was a minor injury compared to what you were planning, his screams, though? They sounded as if you were already killing him. He was so weak. It was ironic how he trained women until they were perfect assassins while he himself couldn’t take a broken bone.

You moved your hands then, turning back time with one, keeping his memory with another. You didn’t know if that would work, but it didn’t hurt to try… Well, it didn’t hurt you.

Dreykov didn’t stop screaming as his hand snapped back into place, the bones gluing themselves together again. You smiled.

“So,” you said with a gigantic, sadistic smile on your face “how did it feel, does it still hurt?”

He looked at his hands with horror in his eyes, it seemed as if he understood what you intended to do.

“No, please, don’t-”

You broke his hand again, his screams were deafening. God, why did he need to be such a baby?

“Does it hurt the same amount, or is it different?” you asked, truly curious.

 Dreykov didn’t answer, just kept on screaming. You shrugged and turned back time, watching with interest as the bones in his hand mended yet again. You smiled as the dark blue of your magic surrounded his arm.

“What are y-”

You tore his arm from his body, his screams intensified. You wondered how long would he be able to keep that up. The screams, you mean. He’d keep up with your methods for as long as you wanted.

 “You can’t keep doing this, someon-”

You turned back time again, seeing his flash knit itself together again. The dark-bluish fire you conjured next burnt his skin like nothing you’ve ever seen. The smell of burnt flesh wasn’t really pleasing, but the sight in front of you definitely was.

You turned back time again, this time conjuring a sword and slashing his stomach.

“What?” you asked as he thrashed around, his organs falling out “Don’t you like taking people’s organs away without their permission?”

Next, you pulled his heart out with your bare hands, only a thin layer of magic covering it as to not stain your skin with his dirty blood.

“I can’t-”

You turned back time again.

“You can.”

You proceeded to snap his neck, break both his legs, tear his ears off, dilacerate his nose, and pour acid into his eyes. He only kept complaining, and complaining, and complaining. What a crybaby.

“This is getting tiring.” You said then, conjuring an ax and using your magic to open his pants. His eyes widened then, and it was as if all the other torture methods you inflicted upon him were ok, but you could not touch that small, wrinkly thing he called his cock.

“Ok! Ok! Please, I’ll tell you everything, please!” he yelled, trying to fold forward in order to protect his genitals. It was honestly ridiculous.

“Oh silly,” you said, shaking your head with a condescending smile on your face “I already know everything. I read your mind.”

You brought your ax down, and the scream he let out then was animalistic. But he hadn’t suffered enough, no suffering would be enough to make up for what he did to Natasha. So you used your magic to lift his severed cock, because of course you wouldn’t touch that disgusting thing with your hands, and proceeded to use more magic to turn him around and throw him face-first to the floor.

With his white, wrinkled ass up in the air, you stuffed the cock in it. By how much blood he was losing you imagined he’d have maybe a few more hours of life. There wouldn’t be anyone left to help him, but you weren’t an amateur, you tied his hands and feet, stuffed his mouth, and broke his bones just to be sure.

You took a step back to admire your work and smiled at the thought that your family would never be a target to the Red Room ever again.

“It was good doing business with you, Dreykov.” You chanted as you left.

You felt… Good. It was good to make him pay, you felt, more than ever, a hero. You didn’t just save anyone, you saved your family. But there was still more to be done. Somehow, after reading his mind, the location of every widow stood out to you like a beacon. You knew where every single person who ever worked for or with Dreykov was, and you knew that you had to take care of them, too, least they try and carry on with Dreykov’s orders.

So, just before you returned to the compound, you snapped your fingers, killing every single one of the people who had ever worked for him, leaving only your wife to tell the story.

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gun down | n.r

requested by anon | hold on i cant do the "this" thing 😂🤦🏼‍♀️ its jealous reader when nat is being casually friendly to a civilian and reader just cocks a shot gun at nat and nat will be like "detka, no hold on NO NOOOO"

summary | maybe you took things too far when you saw natasha talking to some random girl and everything was a misunderstanding.

warnings | gun involved, super fluffy i think, reader just being jealous HAHA 

notes | i tried... i really did. i hope you enjoy it though. <3

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It was Christmas Eve when you and Natasha decided to go to a small carnival that was near Central Park. Natasha never experienced her childhood and was so brightened with all the sparkly lights and the toys that she saw when it was all displayed in the area. You asked if she wanted one, but she would shake her head and tell you: I'd rather just look at them. And you would smile and hug her tight, nuzzling your head into her neck.

When it was about time to leave, a lovely civilian approached your wife and you watched them intently as they talked. You were a little distant, but you were there just wondering how your wife would react. The woman was indeed forward and flirtatious, and to you it seemed fun to watch as your wife got all flustered.

"Are you alone this Christmas?" the woman asked, touching Natasha's wrist but the redhead quickly pulls away with a nervous laugh – feeling a lump in her throat when the civilian was dangerously close to her. Never once in her life had she encountered someone like this, it was always her that was forward.

"You seem kind and all that..."

That was it for you and decided to go home alone with a thick coat wrapped around your torso while you had hers, thinking if you should throw it in the street. But that would be too barbaric and scandalous – so you walked back home that was extremely near Central Park.

Natasha shakes her head in disapproval and shakes the woman's hand in kindness, looking around to see if you were there. But as she expected, you weren't near her. The redhead says, "I'm flattered but I'm in a happy relationship with my wife."

The girl was rather baffled, her eyes twitching as she tries to speak: "Oh! I'm so sorry–"

Natasha didn't even let the girl finish and instead followed you back home where there was worrisome inside of her that was roaring out. She was thinking if you were upset by the scene, which was understandable, and couldn't wait just to hug you and let you know that it was all a misunderstanding.

"Baby?" her voice echoes inside the living room, removing her thick leather shoes and kicking them off – gulping nervously. "Baby, I know you're home. Come on now, come to mommy will you?"

You come out swiftly with a silver pistol in your hand, pointing at her with a blunt face as she turns around with a shocking voice and covers her face – realizing that you're the one who's holding the gun, her gun. She gives you a nervous smile and tries to reach for you, but you shake her off with the gun in your hand.

"Baby, hey! You gotta stop this," she asked you with her hands in the air, like asking for mercy – which you find amusing. Usually, you're the one who's asking for mercy but the fact that this woman is even frightened by you is just hilarious and fun to look at. She drags her words, saying: "Little one, please drop the gun. I swear I didn't flirt with her–"

"Lies," you say but not in an angry way – surprisingly and you almost laughed when you hear her let out a tiny whimper. She shakes her head frantically and holds both of your wrists, smiling at you but trembling.

"My sweet angel, you gotta drop it down... okay?"

"No."

"Please?" Natasha begs, bringing you into her arms and holding your wrist that has the gun in your hand. She gives you small pecks on your head, whispering with a sweet tone: "Come on, don't make mommy sad. You know I'd never cheat on you."

Rolling your eyes playfully and you pulled away with a scrunched look on your face, you responded with your voice a little louder than before.

"Are you really sure you weren't flirting with her?"

"I promise my love, I didn't." she reassures you, her smile never fading away, and wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in with a hum in her voice. She pouts down at you, but you knew she was joking and no matter how much this woman tries to be a badass woman who wears a leather jacket all the time, you see her as this baby that likes to be cuddled. So, you sighed and dropped the gun to the ground – making her smile with a toothy grin.

"I love you so damn much."

You both laughed in exchange and pressed your head against her chest – hearing her heartbeat that thumps on your temple. Moments like this really get you all flustered and blinded, but you like it that way. And she did too.

"I love you more, Tasha."

thoughts? <3

[chelleztjs18]

This One Is Mine Pt. 1 (N.R)

Billionaire Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a billionaire and a successful business woman, Natasha has everything and lives her lavish life with her best friends. What will happen if Natasha wants you but Wanda gets in between?

Warning: Dark fic, 18+, bunch of sexual tensions, swearing words, drug use and alcohol consumptions. (Let me know if I miss anything)

A/N: Hello! I was gonna post this tomorrow as in the schedule but I'll be kinda busy tomorrow. So, why not post it a day early, right? Natasha and her friends wears the clothes that was shown in the cover except Wanda, she wears a dress with the same color. You don't have to listen to the songs in the fic while reading it but if you do, I hope it will make your reading experience more enjoyable. Happy reading! Here is the playlist for this series:

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

The moon shines up high, a cold breeze passes your legs that are fully exposed. The warmth of your short skirt only covers down to a little above your knee. If it’s not because your best friends Kate and MJ insist for you to come, you are probably home by now but you are in line with them to get into this one famous fancy night club called “Black Widow'' instead. You are not gonna lie, it is one of your favorite clubs to go to. You love the drinks, great dj not to mention the people who come here always look good. It’s not a secret that there are a lot of upper class people who love to party here. The club is always packed every time you come.

“I can’t believe that you didn’t even change your clothes before you came here. You looked like someone just came here straight from work.” Kate lets out her comment.

“Uh maybe because I came STRAIGHT from work, Kate. I could’ve gone home first to change my clothes if you didn’t text me every five minutes to hurry up.” You defend yourself with your reason. “Also, what’s wrong with the button up blouse and my mini skirt? I think it’s not that bad.” You added.

“I know. I know. I’m just excited. We are here to celebrate you. It’s your night. It would be more fun and more friends would come if you didn’t ask to keep it low-key.” Kate rolls her eyes playfully yet letting out her disappointment.

“Well, it’s okay. I don’t want it to make a big deal about it. I just want to celebrate it with you two. You two are my best friends and that’s enough for me.” You explain with a fake pout but genuinely meant every word.

“Awww, y/n, that’s really sweet. Don’t worry about what Kate just said. You look pretty and we understand. Thank you for doing this with us.” M.J responds in awe as she gives you a little hug and smiles at you and Kate.

“Yes, I’m glad I’m part of tonight’s fun. We love you. You know that?” The brown haired woman smiles and squeezes in another hug.

“Of course.” You answer as you check the time on your watch.

The night gets colder and the line is getting longer. The three of you have a great laugh and talk while waiting in line. The security lets some people in every time there are some people leaving the club.

The three of you are getting closer to your turn to get in and you get excited, especially Kate. She loves the place more than you do, hence the destination choice she made for the girls night out with you and M.J.

As soon as the security almost opens the way to let somes group of people ahead of you, someone talks to him through the COMM in his ears, and everything changes. He stops himself from letting people in.

“Sorry folks. VIP first.” He explains as he turns his back and focuses on who is coming. You hear overlapped voices of disappointment from the others in line including Kate’s and MJ’s.

“This is so unfair. How much longer we gotta wait. I wonder who’s coming. Oh maybe a celebrity? Look at those paparazzi.” MJ lets out her impatience followed by her wandering thoughts. “Or probably just another rich person, MJ. You know this place, always full of them..” You calmly respond as you playfully slap her arm with the back of your hand and patch a smirk at her.

Not too long after that, a shiny black limousine pulled up and parked in front of the club. The street light shines and reflects on some parts of the car. The windows are all dark as if it meant to avoid any attention to whoever is inside while on the road.

People start talking and wondering who it is gonna be. All eyes are on the limo as if it doesn’t matter for them anymore if they get into the club or not.

The paparazzi are all ready to snap pictures just like an army who are ready for what’s coming  in front of them. They all know who’s in the luxury moving box of steel.

All the commotions really drag your attention and your gaze to the center of it. You hear people asking each other “Oh my God, who is it?” or “I heard that she’s coming tonight. It’s her birthday today.” and “Do you think she’s coming with the others? I really want to see all of them.”

With all those overlapping comments, your mind gets so curious. You look at the limo without even blinking. Who is she? Who is this woman they were talking about?

The door finally opens, you see a woman coming out of the limo. A super attractive red-haired woman wears bright red suits and pants with a black lapel that blends in perfectly with her loose satin shirt under it. All of those paired beautifully with her black clutch. Her black and silver necklace cooperates with her same color high heels to highlight her black and red vibes.

You are so intrigued by her. You don't know why your mind imagines your fingers raking through her short red hair, caressing it. You are stunned by her look until you hear Kate’s voice.

“OMG! That’s Natasha Romanoff! Damn, she looks so good! I hope her sister Yelena will be here too. I have a huge crush on her.” Kate comments in amazement.

“Natasha who? Her sister?” You look at Kate with furrowed eyebrows as you ask confusedly. “Seriously? You don’t know who Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova are? Okay, I’ll tell you more after this.” Kate’s hand squeezes your hand excitedly as she looks surprised but she gets distracted with more people who get out of the limo. You look at Vision offering his hand to help his wife, Wanda, to come out. Her twin brother, Pietro comes out next followed by Tony Stark.

“Oh wow, The Maximoff twins are here too with Vision and Tony stark. So the whole gang's here.” MJ’s comment leads your gaze to bounce between the rest of them.

You know The Maximoff twins. Who doesn’t? They are the Sokovian siblings who inherit their parents’ fortune of Maximoff Co. but their business skill multiplies it. Not just that, people know them from their lavish lifestyle.

Vision, who used to be the British Royal family doctor and now the owner of many big hospitals in big states. He holds Wanda's hand as they slowly walk behind Natasha. You always adore them. To you, they are that power couple. It’s no secret that they have an open marriage and paparazzi often snap pictures of them with who they call “partner in fun”. In every snap, they are with a different person. Wanda and Vision always wear matching clothes, similar themes or at least whatever colors that compliments each other.

Of course, the brunette Wanda looks so alluring yet sophisticated. Her long sleeve burgundy red somewhat short dress with a slit exposing her thigh with a very low cut perfectly highlighted her cleavage. The dress wrapped her heavenly body perfectly. Wanda’s burgundy dress matches ideally with Vision’s shades of brown jacket and pants over his cream turtleneck.

Her brother Pietro, the ladies man,wears his black suit, spreading his charm. Clearly busy giving teaseful wink or smirks. Some girls are even lucky enough to get their hand kissed by him. From their excited reaction, you guess that they probably won’t wash their hands for a few days.

Then there is Tony Stark, the only heirs of Stark’s family wealth and company. It’s not a surprise to you that Tony’s fashion is a little more different than the others. This time he wore blue suits with black tie and pants. His gray shirts peeping out from under his jacket suit. Being eccentric he is, of course he wears different style athletic blue and black shoes and never forgets his glasses. In his defense, he once said in an interview that always wears sunglasses because of the camera flashes. But seeing he’s wearing the light blue shades right now that probably can’t really block the brightness of the flashes, it’s obviously only for fashion purposes instead. He gives a kiss on the cheek of one of the ladies who asks for a selfie with him shortly before he follows his friends into the club.

To your surprise, you caught Natasha and Wanda glance at you as they walked past in front of the line. Natasha’s glance makes your stomach somersault, instantly making your heart beat faster. Meanwhile, Wanda’s glance at you from head to toe and smirks make you feel like you are a prey, voluntarily.

“Wow, they all look so cool.” MJ doesn’t take her eyes off them until Nat and the rest get into the club. “Yeah but too bad, Yelena is not here.” Kate sighs in disappointment.

“Okay, I know the rest of them but who are Natasha and Yelena?” You ask curiously.

“She is a famous business woman. She is super rich, the CEO of Romanoff Inc. Her company is really big and goes international. She runs it with her sister Yelena. You know the twins and Tony Stark but you don’t know her? They are all best friends and hang out together. Their lifestyle is everybody’s dream.” Kate answers you in rambling.

“Well, Kate, you know me. I don’t really keep up with this whole famous people thing in social media. Work gets me really busy.” You respond to her rambling.

“That’s why you need this night! To have fun. Okay?” MJ tries to cheer you up. “Yeah, we will, After we finally get in.” You let out a sarcastic joke and made your best friends giggle.

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As soon as Natasha takes a seat on her VIP couch, she takes a sip of her favorite cocktails.Tell Me When To Go by E-40 plays loud in the club. Her eyes are analyzing her club tonight. She is happy with the new manager’s work. She loves how packed the club is, her eyes subconsciously look for you and her mind wonders if you are already inside or not.

“Happy birthday, darling.” Wanda gives a small kiss to both of Nat’s cheeks as she hands the redhead an envelope before she sits on Nat’s left side. Vision takes his spot next to his wife while Tony slouches next to Nat and Pietro sits side by side with his brother in law on the comfy large black and red U shaped couch. They always sit in the VIP spot that’s always reserved only for them. It has the best view of the club. They love it because practically they can see almost every spot in the club but still a little further from public and have some more privacy. Two dancing poles in front of each end of the couch.

The black table is perfectly set up like usual with bottles of expensive alcohol, ice buckets, snacks or everything they need and even their high end custom made bongs complete with their weed stash. Their favorite drinks and cocktails have been made prior to their arrival. Some bodyguards take a stand not too far from them. Pietro lit up his cigar right away. His eyes observe the surroundings. Excited with the crowd, especially the ladies. He blows out some smoke then takes a sip of his drinks.

“What’s this?” Nat takes the black envelopes as she asks and her green eyes meet with Wanda’s. “It’s your birthday gift from me, Vision and Pietro. Open it.” The brunette answers.

Nat quickly opens it and pulls a photo out of it. “A picture of a yacht?” She tilts her head in confusion.

“YOUR yacht. You sold yours a while ago and you have been too busy to get a new yacht. So we got you one.” Wanda answered excitedly. “Oh wow, thanks Wanda. Thank you boys.” Nat’s gaze flicks from Wanda, Vision then to Pietro as she shows them her gratitude.

“You are very welcomed, Nat. They berthed it next to ours right now. We didn't want to ruin the surprise for you if they brought it to your spot.” Vision explains then proceeds to light up the weed on the bong and inhale the smoke of it.

“You are welcomed, sestra! I picked the bigger size, so you can have a bigger party. Just don’t forget to invite us when you have a party.” Pietro answered jokingly. Wanda and Vision laugh at his jokes.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget, Piet.” Nat smiles and shakes her head to his antics. “And now, it’s my turn. Happy birthday, Romanoff.” Tony hands her a small red box then smokes a weed joint on his other hand.

Nat opens it and finds a key in it. “This is the key to..?” She asks in a playful way. “Well, it’s just a small gift. Do you remember the winery you like in Sonoma? Not too far from it, I saw this nice property with a nice Spanish style house. It would be a nice getaway for you. I added a little touch. You know, a shooting range, and a spacious gym since you and your family love shooting guns and martial arts. Plus extra space for some of your precious car collections.” Tony casually describes his so-called small birthday gift.

“Oh wow, thank you Tony. All of you gave me these huge gifts. Now, I’m gonna have to give you better gifts on your birthdays.” Nat lets out her joke. The bass from the speakers starts to pound the air as the DJ plays Flip The Switch by Valentino Khan, Chris Lorenzo in line.

“Oh, you know what I like, Nat. If you find any interesting women, share them with me. Or let us have them after you, right, Vis?” Wanda answers her best friend in a teasing way and Vision agrees with an excited “Uh-huh.” in his nods then kisses Wanda’s cheeks.

“Well, just like Pietro said, just don’t forget to invite us if you are having a party.” Tony adds.

“Speaking of parties, I have another gift for our party tonight.” Pietro announced enthusiastically. “What’s that?” Nat turns her focus from the dance floor back to Pietro. “Well, I bought a bottle of old original Absinthe liquor. It’s so strong and it even can make you hallucinate a bit.” The Sokovian billionaire describes as he takes the bong from his brother in law to take his turn to smoke.

“Oh really? I have heard about it. Where is it now?” Nat pitches her question a little louder against the loudness of the music and people partying. “I told my assistant to send it here. Your bartender should be making some drinks for us with it by now.” Pietro smiles proudly about his surprise followed by some coughs out of him.

“Oh, which assistant? The one that Wanda fucked yesterday before the big important meeting with me and the board?” Nat smirks casually joking about what Wanda did. The brunette is really open with her best friends and brother including Vision about how high her sex drive is and how much she loves women. She knows her friends are okay with it, the downfall is they sometimes poke fun out of it just like Nat did. “Yeah, that one.” Pietro laughs.

“Oh, her? Yes, I did and she is really good. A really obedient assistant. She was so…let’s say, tight.” Wanda shares her short trip to yesterday’s memory of hers as she gently bites her lower lips then gives Nat a naughty smile.

Both Natasha’s index finger and thumb softly pinch Wanda’s chin so she can look at her forest green eyes that spark from the aggressive blinking spotlights following the beats for the music. “Oh, I know that, sweetheart. I know how she is.” Nat gives her response to the brunette next to her then wink at her.

The waitress brings a tray of cocktails that has the Absinthe that Pietro got for tonight. All of them cheer and take a big gulp of the green liquor.

Just like Pietro said about the Absinthe, they all start to get tipsy in a different way not to mention the effect from smoking the weed starts to kick in. Their body starts to relax more, but their throat still feels the warmth from what they drank and their heart starts to pump a little faster.

“Look what I’ve got! Look at these white beauties. Maximoffs, yours was really good last time but trust me, this one is even better.” Tony casually tosses a medium size bag of cocaine on the table. It’s more than enough for five of them to share all night long.

Wanda slowly blows the smoke from the burning weed that she inhaled. She hands the bong to Natasha for her turn shortly before she grabs the bag to check the white substance in it. “This looks good and if it hits good, give me the seller number, Stark.” Wanda's broad accent always shows up bolder whenever she gets drunk or high.

As Natasha is taking a hit, her eyes finally lock with the person she has been waiting for, you. She casually blows the smoke out, coughing a little as she watches you and your friends get to the bar.

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"Oh my god! Finally!" Kate tries her best holding herself not to jump in excitement as soon as the three of you get into the club.

You can feel the bass as if it punches your heart following the song beat. Some people bump into you when you are walking. The smells of alcohol, cigarette smokes and light marijuana fill the club. Your eyes keep trying to adjust with the light that keeps blinking in a random rhythm. The air feels sticky and warm from how many people are in there yet you also feel the cold breeze from the air conditioner that works really well.

You see two large screens on the high walls shining bright plays optical illusion video that match with the rhythm of the music. Few sexy female dancers dance on the dance pole and some of them dance inside giant bird cages. Some of them swing on the swing inside the cages like canary bird. People are dancing, jumping like crazy that you thought it was the effect of whatever they consume. You see some couples or maybe they just met there kissing in the darker part of the club like there is no tomorrow.

You and the girls walk to the bar right away. The bartender was about to greet you but he got a call. “Hey, Dimitri. Make them the same drinks you made us. Then give those three girls whatever they want, it’s on the house. Keep the drink flowing for them. Also tell Boris to tell the securities to let them do whatever they want as long as it's not dangerous.” Nat ordered from the other end of the line. “Yes, boss.” The blonde Russian bartender takes Nat’s order without any question.

Lose Control by Missy Elliot Ft, Ciara starts to play. You enjoy the vibe around you, the music makes you move your body a little unlike Kate, she literally starts dancing as she starts to sing the lyric

“Wow, this place is always a hit. Look at those beautiful people. I always love the DJ here. Look at Kate, she is not even drunk yet but already dancing like one of those dancers.” MJ looks around and comments on everything she sees including joking about Kate. “Well, you know how she is, MJ.” You laugh. Then you feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around so do MJ and Kate as soon as they notice.

“Hi ladies. Ms. Romanoff ordered this for three of you. Don’t worry about what you order tonight. She will take care of your tab.” Dimitri informs the three of you with a smile and slides three green cocktails in front of you girls.

Kate and MJ gasp. “No, fucking way!! Ms. Romanoff, THE Ms. Romanoff?” MJ asks in such disbelief and you are more concerned about what’s in the drink.

“What’s this?” You asked. “It’s house special drink. Trust me, this is really good with a very expensive strong liquor called absinthe. You are lucky to be able to try this.” The blonde answers in a friendly manner.

“Oh, we are definitely drinking this. I've heard about that liquor. Thank  you!” Kate quickly grabs her drink. You sweetly thank him and grab yours, so does MJ. “Well normally, I wouldn’t drink anything from—” You try to express your thoughts but Kate doesn’t even let you finish your words. “Girl! Are you crazy? It’s from Natasha Romanoff, you better drink that! Wow, this is awesome. I wonder where she is watching us from.” Kate looks around the club to find Nat but the crowd is blocking the view.

“This means she is interested in you because I saw how she glanced at you. Wanda was looking at you too.” MJ tells you and Kate as she drinks her drink.

“You did too? I thought I was hallucinating when I noticed that earlier.” You finally tell them what was on your mind as you drink the strong cocktail. “How awesome would it be if she is really interested in you??” The excitement from Kate’s tone was easily heard despite how loud the club was.

“There's no way she is interested in me.” You roll your eyes playfully. “That’s a bummer.” MJ plays along with the joke. “Why not? There's a chance that she does." Kate winks at you. “You are crazy.” You shake your head at Kate’s comment and giggle but it gets into your head a little bit. Who would say no to the charming Natasha Romanoff. The first time you saw her, your mind was already all over the place. You imagine you caress her hair in a certain position, so close to you, for crying out loud.

You and the girls hang out near the bar a little longer and drink three more of the same drink. The three of you underestimated the strength of the alcohol in it from how smooth it is. You thought that the bartender was right, the drink is strong. It hits you harder than you thought it would be.

You can feel yourself start to get drunk., not tipsy but drunk. You can see that Kate and MJ are in the same state as you. You hear the DJ starting to play Heads Will Roll - A-Trak Remix by Yeah Yeah Yeah now. People start to cheer from knowing what’s gonna play soon from the intro, including Kate and MJ.

“Y/n! I love this song!! Let’s go to the dance floor now!” Kate and MJ drunkenly pull you to get to the dance floor. The more the alcohol gets in your blood, the faster your heart beats. The louder people cheer and the song gets the more you want to move and you start to dance under the alcohol influence with your friends. The three of you laugh and dance. Your eyes start to search for Nat albeit how drunk you are now. Little do you know that she has been watching you this whole time.

She watches and analyzes you. She notices that every time a man tries to dance with you, you will quickly refuse or drag yourself away but you are comfortable dancing with any girls who approach you. The more she watches the way you dance and your smile, the more she is drawn to you. She wants you. For some reason, she sees that you are different from other girls she met.

While Pietro and Tony are busy enjoying a line or two of the expensive white powder, what a coincidence that Wanda is also eye-ing you. She recognizes that you are the cute one she saw in the line when she walked by. She is watching you sharply like a hawk. Just like Nat, the brunette wants you too. Her desire skyrockets just by watching how your body moves. Both Nat and Wanda are looking at you like you are their prey yet both of them don’t notice that they are looking at you at the same time.

Wanda lets out a little growl as she feels every inch of her crave you, and being high and drunk only makes her want you even more. “Vision, dear. I want her tonight.” Wanda demands without even letting her gaze off you as she points at you.

Before Vision gets the chance to respond to his wife's words, Nat interrupts. Stern was her tone when she said “No. This one is mine.” as she keeps looking at you. Pietro and Tony laugh a little at the unexpected small competition between the Russian and the Sokovian women.

Pt. 2

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