No I Wanted To Say U But That Sounds Weird So I Said Ur

black widow but it’s just chaos

(or: yelena belova being a child for 7 minutes straight)

Her Or Me?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in a situation you never would have imagined, and Natasha has to make a choice- will she save you or her sister?

Word Count: 1,844

Warnings: Heavy angst, angst without a happy ending, guns, descriptions of torture, descriptions murder, death, major character death, blood, stabbing, broken bones, grief, depression, self-blame, and cursing.

A/N: Here you go anon! I made this like super angsty, I guessed you might have wanted that? Sorry if this was too angsty though! This was something that was so painful to write but also I was invested in it. I would say enjoy but… read the warnings, man.

Natasha never would have thought that she would have to choose between her sister and the love of her life. You supposed she would have laughed and scoffed. This was mainly because of how smoothly her life had been going- she left the Avengers to live out her life with you, and was fitting into a society surprisingly well.

The idea that someone could simply come by and snatch up the two people she cared most for and threaten her with it- well, she couldn’t even think about it without tearing up.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened. And there was nothing Natasha could do anymore.

Your day started relatively normal. You had woken up a bit late and barely made it to work on time, but you quickly found yourself working through your workday routine. There were meetings here and there, and you worked on responding to emails.

You looked over at the clock and yawned, getting ready to pack up for the day and head home. It was roughly 5:30 PM when you started driving back to your apartment but quickly noticed a van following behind you.

At first glance, it didn’t worry you that much. You were an average person, so the idea anyone would have it out for you didn’t make much sense.

But when you went around the block to your apartment building and the car still followed you into the parking lot, you got panicky. You stopped the car and locked all the doors before reaching for your phone and dialing Natasha’s number.

“Hey, baby what’s up?” You heard the redhead ask from the other line.

You took a deep breath, “Someone’s following me, Nat. Someone in a van- they’re sitting in the parking lot and they haven’t come out yet, but I’m scared.”

Natasha paused, “Okay, don’t panic. Just drive back to the cafe, I’m about a three minute walk from there. We’ll meet up. Just drive there- Yelena works there so you should be safe.”

“No, there’s a man in a dark hoodie walking towards me, I don’t-”

The call ended.

You panicked, looking for every weapon you could possibly use when you heard a fist banging on the window. You silently prayed that Natasha would drive over and assume that you were in danger- which you most certainly were.

You screamed when the man ripped your car door completely off and grabbed your neck and arm. You tried to yell for help, but his grip was too tight, and you were quickly losing oxygen.

Your only thoughts were on Natasha- how you missed her. How it wasn’t your time to die yet. How you weren’t ready.

But then, all you felt was a sharp stinging sensation poked into your neck by a needle, and everything went black.

When you woke up, all you felt was extreme pain. Your arms hung up high by a metal chain, and you quickly noticed blood running down your wrist from how tightly the chains were. You saw a dull light and tried to figure out where you were.

As your eyes adjusted, you concluded that you were in fact in the middle of a warehouse. Deep breathes. Just think, what would Natasha do? You thought to yourself, before checking all your pockets for your phone.

No such luck. All of your personal belongings had been taken away from you.

You attempted once again to scan the room, and gasped in shock at what you saw- Yelena, in the same chains and position as you with a gag in her mouth and desperately fighting the metal that restrained her.

You fought back your urge to scream- you had to help her, and you had to help her now. You lowered your voice and whispered, “Yelena, it’s me. It’s Y/N. You have to calm down, okay?”

You could see the blonde’s eyes widen as she tried to get a good look at you. You noticed her trying to get rid of the gag with her tongue, and eventually, it fell out of her mouth. “They took us. They want to get to Natasha- they want her. They’ll kill us if we don’t-”

Yelena never got the opportunity to finish her sentence when a tall, brunette woman slapped her across the face and put the gag back in her mouth.

You felt sick just seeing the woman’s disgusting, evil smirk at the pain you both were in. “It’s nice to finally have you both here. Truly, I am. Now, I know you’re both very smart people. And I think the two of you know exactly what I want. Hm?”

You paused but nodded, “I know who you want. You want Natasha- you’ll never get her. She’s too smart- she’ll come with the Avengers and you’ll never see the light of day again!” You hissed at her- and your rage only grew when the woman simply chuckled in response.

“That’s adorable. But your little girlfriend is already on the way, my dear. When I told her that she had two hours to come here and choose who to save-”

You cut the woman off, “Choose to save? No, don’t you want her dead- you want to murder her! You’re using us as bait, why would you-”

“Listen! You do not know what happened in my past. I don’t wish to see Romanoff die. Now, that would be much too cruel. I want to see her suffer- I want to see the pain in her eyes realizing that she will be the reason one of you won’t walk out of here alive. I want her to be tortured by her guilt every day she walks on this planet.” The brunette growled at you, and you almost felt nauseous as you saw a sick smile tilt her lips.

Yelena’s face dropped, and you could hear the broken sobs racking her chest through the cloth in her mouth. You on the other hand felt painfully numb. A type of numbness feeling you’d never experienced before- it was so strong that you felt you couldn’t live with it.

“Three… two… one.”

There was a crash and Natasha came rushing in, a gun pointed straight at the woman’s head. “Let them go! They have nothing to do with us, Widow. Allow them to leave here safely and I’ll replace them.”

The woman, or Widow you supposed, just chuckled quietly and shook her head, “No Romanoff. You’re not calling the shots here anymore. You don’t get to choose- well, actually, maybe you do.” Her head tilted before she called out, “Boys! It’s ready!”

Natasha tried to rush over to Yelena, but the Widow simply pushed her right back.

You saw two men wearing all black walk into the room, and you felt the cool metal of a gun pressed firmly against your temple and a strong, muscular arm wrapped around your neck. You glanced over at Yelena, who was in the same situation as you.

“You see Romanoff, I’m not here to kill you. I’m only here to kill one of your loves here- which is up to you of course.” Widow replied, looking at her nails, seeming completely unbothered by the events that were occurring.

Natasha’s face streamed with tears and she said in a broken voice, “You can’t expect me to choose. I can’t choose between them- I love them both. I can’t-” She was cut off but Yelena’s scream when the man took a knife and firmly stabbed her thigh.

Natasha was quick to run over but Widow was faster, holding her back, “Now, now your lovely sister will be fine, Romanoff. But I have noticed you care for her, yes? I suppose Y/N can be the one to go then?”

You let out a choke when the arm around your neck tightened, and you felt your airway close. “No, leave them alone! Fucking stop, get off of me you bitch! Stop, stop!” Natasha yelled, thrashing in Widow’s arms.

You could see Natasha's eyes go back and forth, watching life slowly drain out of both of you. You had stab wounds in both of your legs, and you were choking while Yelena had both of her wrists broken.

“Stop it! Please goddamnit, stop it! I can’t, you have to stop! Kill me instead, please! Don’t make me watch them die, just fucking please!” Natasha begged in a hoarse voice, cries of agony ripping through her.

Widow tutted, “Oh you poor thing. Don’t you understand? They don’t both have to die. You can save one of them- why let them both die? Choose Romanoff. Their time will come soon.”

“No, no-” Yelena screamed with a sob when the man stabbed her in her upper right arm- “You leave my sister alone, stop!”

“Nat… please.” You begged her, your oxygen slowly running out. You saw the redhead look at you with watery eyes, and looked away, almost too ashamed to see you. “We have everything planned out… we have a future.”

“I’m sorry baby.” She let out another sob, tears violently running down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I love you so much. I’ll love you forever, baby. I’ll never forget you.”

“NO, PLEASE-”

“Yelena.” Natasha whispered quietly to Widow, and she gave a short nod of approval for the man to finally end your suffering

“You can’t, Nat, NO-”

The click of the gun went off, and the bullet ran through your skull. Natasha cried out as blood ran down your temples, and your eyes had no emotion in them.

“It’s okay, Romanoff. We can’t save them all, hm?” Widow said with a sadistic grin before looking towards the man, who still had a grip on Yelena. “It’s okay. Let Belova go with her sister.”

Yelena was quickly removed from her chains and Natasha wasted no time running over to her and grasping her in her arms.

“They’re gone- because of me! I did this, I’m a murderer- I’m a killer-” Yelena shushed her and slowly rocked her.

“No Nat. You’re not a killer, far from it. Widow didn’t give you a choice, okay? You’re a good person, Nat. Y/N understood- they loved you. They would never blame you.” Yelena grunted in pain, falling over.

Natasha gasped and helped the blonde stand, “We have to get you to a hospital, come on. Let’s go.” The redhead promptly scooped up her sister and ran to the nearest door before running into the daylight.

“It’s going to be okay, Nat. Y/N loved you. Please, understand that they will always love you.” Natasha slowly shook her head, tears forming once again in her eyes,

“I heard their voice, and it wasn’t one of forgiveness. They loved me with all their heart and I threw it away- I’ll never be able to live without them, Lena. I cannot feel happy anymore.”

“That’s not true, you don’t know-”

“It is. Without them, I’m nothing. Just an empty shell. And for what I’ve done, it’s what I deserve. I deserve this guilt, this suffering. I truly do.”

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under is a compilation of fics that include an age up natasha romanoff with a younger reader. read warnings for more information

older!nat gets a visit from her sunshine and gets mistaken for her daughter

the avengers flirt with reader unaware of her and natasha’s relationship

the avengers have a movie night with natasha and her little ball of sunshine sleeping against her

reader and natasha’s favourite qualities about each other

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"Thunderstorms and Fingers"

Word count 1644

Fluff and smut. Wandanat X FEM Reader.

A/N: A one shot that will more than likely have a 2nd part. Still undecided.

NSFW 18+ FFF 3some, praise kink, fingering, magic manipulation (in a good way) talks of breeding(kink)

It's a cold rainy day. Your favorite. You sit on plush oversized couch in the living room, the fireplace setting off a plethora of oranges, yellows and reds against the simple cream colored walls. The crackling of the wood setting your mind at ease, you take another sip of your hot cocoa, enjoying the way it soothes your throat, the mini marshmallows an added bonus. Everything feels right. The loud boom of the thunder startles you out of your daydreaming. You finish off your hot cocoa and lean back onto the couch, curling up into a ball with a cozy, queen sized fleece blanket draped over your body as you yawn. Your eyes slowly closing, the sounds of the rain pelting against the window pulling you to sleep against your will. Your eyes slowly closing, you open them quickly, you have to stay awake, but the rain and the comfort of the fire and blanket, the way your body fits perfectly into the couch cushions is too much for your senses and soon you're lulled off to sleep.

You don't hear the front door open, you don't hear quiet whispers, you don't feel the couch dip next to you on either side. But you do feel the lips on your forehead, nose, both cheeks then your lips, you feel the second set of lips on the junction between your neck and shoulder kissing just as tenderly as the first set. They're delicate with the placement of their kisses, coaxing you from your slumber and smile forming on your sleep ridden face, your eyes remain close as you hum at the affection you're receiving. You let out a small gasp as you feel a light touch of cold yet warm fingers trail up your plush thighs and under the oversized Tshirt you chose to wear. You let out a small whimper when those same fingers delicately trace the band of your panties. The second set of hands skimming their way up your soft stomach, pausing then squeezing your hips lighty, the contrast of their cold fingers and your heated skin feels delicious. Those same hands moving their way to your full breast and slowly tracing around your nipples now hardened from the cold fingers and squeezing of the buds. You bite your lip to stifle a moan that's begging to be released from the attention your body is receiving.

"don't bite your lip my sweet girl" Wanda says as she leans her forehead against yours, whispering against your lips, her warm breath fanning your face "I want to hear all the pretty noises you make". You slowly release your bottom lip from between your teeth before she kisses you tenderly and swallows a moan that's ripped from your lips as the first set of hands slips beneath the waist band of your soaked panties "fuck" you lowly whimper when your lips disconnect from hers.

"you're so wet detka" Natasha whispers into your ear, hot breath fanning your neck as her fingers connect with your core, the arousal coating her fingers as they slip between your folds, she places a kiss to the sweet spot just below your ear "is all this for me? For Wanda?" she moans as she dips a solitaire finger into your core. You both moan out at the feeling of her slender finger entering you slowly and to the knuckle. Wanda let's out a breathy chuckle "fuck Nat, you feel fuck" your eyes shoot open and you see your girlfriend's eyes red. Fuck. She's feeling what you're feeling, she's tapping into your body. You pull her into a hungry kiss as Natasha slowly pumps into you before adding another finger. You and Wanda both groaning at the feeling of being just a tad bit fuller.

"that's it" Natasha coos at the both of you "that's my good girls" she bites on your shoulder lightly, her teeth skimming before she leaves her mark on your skin. Wanda's hand pulling on your hardened nipple, soft whimpers pouring out of your mouth. Natasha let's out a breathy moan as you do "don't stop Wanda". Fuck. Natasha is connected to you too. Your mind starts reeling at the thought of both of your girlfriend's feeling what you're feeling. Natasha pumps into you a little faster and you start to move your hips along with her thrust. All three of you panting against each other's skin. Your hand on Natasha's wrist to keep her close and help her bury her fingers deeper into your soaked core while your other hand pulls on Wandas hair ripping a moan from the younger red head.

"a-another" you manage to moan out and as requested Natasha adds a third finger and the feeling of being stretched and filled by your girlfriend's fingers has your mind hazy, along with her deep, hard thrust that reach that spot that only her and Wanda can. It sends your body into a frenzy. Arousal coating her fingers and your thighs as your mind and body reel from the pleasure and thought of your girlfriend's receiving the same treatment. "S-so good sweet girl" Wanda stutters out "taking Tashas fingers so g-good" and you whimper at the praise. Wanda's fingers leave your nipples and you release a whimper before her fingers find your swollen clit and begin to rub tight,hard circles around the throbbing bundle of nerves, ripping earth shattering moans from all three of your mouths.

"FUCK WANDS" Natasha grunts out "D-dont stop" she pleads. And the sounds of your girlfriend's moans and Nats pleads, the sound of your core being filled by your girlfriend's fingers sends you right to the precipice of a sweet release "please" you beg breathlessly "c-can I cu-FUCK" their paces pick up at your words "hold on a little longer" Wanda moans out "a-almost there sweet girl" she whimpers as she rubs faster against your clit which in turn sends the same dizzying feeling to her and Natashas brains and bodies. Their cores on fire from the pleasure they're exacting on you. Both dripping, their panties ruined. "You're so tight detka" Nat groans in your ear "fuck I love filling you up" she bites your ear lobe and you moan out at her words "next time" she says breathlessly "we're going to fill you up with our cocks" and both you and Wanda moan loud at her words "put a baby in you" Wanda groans against your lips "Fuck" you whimper against her "I'm c-close" your eyes squeezed shut tightly "cum" is all you hear before your orgasm washes over you, drenching Natasha and Wandas fingers as they both continue their ministrations against your pussy, arousal hitting you again as your hear them both climax and whimper out as their orgasms wash over them.

You all pant from the earth shattering orgasms you've just experienced. Both pulling away from you, leaving you empty and a small whine to leave your lips before you finally reopen your eyes and see Nat offer her fingers to Wanda. You lock eyes with Wanda as she sucks Nats fingers, your cum coating her tongue and groaning at the sight before she pulls Natasha in for a heated kiss. They both moan at the taste of you on their tongues and you swear you've died and gone to heaven right then and there.

You turn to Wanda giving her a chaste kiss before turning your head to do the same to your other red head. All the while both of your hands trail down their bodies before dipping below the waistband of their pants then panties. Both of their breaths hitch in the back of their throats as you internally smirk to yourself. "W-what are you doing detka" Natasha ask with a slight quiver to her voice, Wanda shuts her eyes tight and bites her lip letting a small whimper pass. You turn your head and ghost your lips over Natasha's speaking just loud enough for Wanda to hear your next words as well "getting what im-" your fingers slip between their folds feeling how soaked they are, you let out a groan at the feeling, arousal once again seeping from your core. Your fingers dip into their drenched pussy's with ease, pushing your fingers to the knuckle before pulling them back out and slipping them out from their panties and pants, your fingers glistening from their slick "owed" you breath out to Natasha as you put both fingers from both hands into your awaiting mouth and moaning obscenely at the taste of them. "Fuck" they both groan out at the sight.

"You're naughty" Natasha laughs out and kisses your forehead before you turn towards Wanda and bury your face in the crook of her neck before simply saying "I know". They both chuckle at your bluntness, Nat burys her face between your shoulder blades, kissing the cloth covered skin. You sigh contently as Wanda kisses the top of your head and Nat kisses the back of your neck, both of their arms and legs tangled with you and each others. You go-to close your eyes when you feel Natasha slip her fingers around the waistband of your panties and you lift your head from Wanda's neck. "You didn't think we were done yet, did you?" Wanda ask with a tilt of her head, accent thick on her tongue. "We're just getting started detka" Natasha chuckles against the back of your neck as she slowly pulls your panties down, kissing your neck before she whispers "we promised to put a baby in you" Natasha growls out as you release a moan at her words and see Wanda's eyes glow red "and we don't plan on stopping til you're filled with our cum sweet girl" Wanda husk out before pulling you into a hungry kiss.

I don’t want your pity, I just want somebody near me

Natasha Romanoff x Reader 

Words: 1k 

Warnings: talks of depression/general sadness. Some swearing. Self-indulgence to the max.

A/N: This is my first fic ever so please go easy on me. Also I wrote this at 2am while listening to Mitski which is a warning all on its own.

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Does Nat ever take her mediocre gf to an Avengers party or does she not want her to meet her colleagues? 😂

LMAO ok so i think reader actually likes to text with the avengers, totally harmless "hows nat today" or "whens nat coming back" but refuses to tell nat anything about it just to drive nat up a wall so yeah shed def go to an avengers party w nat

notes: this is just a little pre-party primping:)

Nat's been tired lately, coming home late and exhausted and sprawling over you just to feel you squirm. But work's work, and tonight it just so happens that work means a black-tie dress code party. This means that she's dragging you along with her because she refuses to suffer alone.

Tony's ordered limos for everyone. Ludicrous, because who the hell does that. Billionaires, Nat tells you dryly when you bring it up. You point out that she's upper class too.

"I'm fiscally responsible," is her response.

"Stingy, you mean," is yours.

She does not dignify that with a response. Instead, she shuts the closet door on you and flips the lights off while you're in there.

"Mad 'cause you lost the argument," you call out after her.

"Can't hear you," comes her faraway voice. You assume she's gone into the bathroom to get changed.

You pull on your fanciest lingerie -- you never know with Nat's libido -- and pick out your outfit. You're nearly done with the getup when Nat swings the door open and sweeps out, looking gorgeous and above it all. You stare.

Nat gives you a passing glance and glides past you to the floor-length mirror, delicately sweeping a strand of hair away from her face. Her gown dips low on her back, skin creamy and smooth aside from a few raised scars you know well. Her ears are ringed with expensive golden hoops and studs. Her hair is loose for now, but she's squinting at it, lifting it this way and that, combing it out.

You reach out for her, grabby hands, whiny.

Nat sighs, and her eyes flicker to you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her painted lips. "Don't be clingy. We don't have the time for it."

"What if you stepped on me," you mutter, dumping your face into her shoulder and snagging her by the waist.

Nat scoffs. "Maybe after."

"What if we had a private party?"

"A stepping on you party?" she says dryly.

You shrug, peppering kisses along the column of her neck. "Sure. I'm down."

"You know, normal people just say: oh, you're so pretty, baby."

You tuck your smile into the slope of her shoulder. "Oh, you're so pretty, baby."

Nat turns her head, nosing at your cheek, coaxing your face towards hers. "Thanks," she murmurs, lips brushing over yours. "And I can't wait to step on you tonight."

You snort, grinning widely. "You know, normal people-"

"I think that you're literally insane and that I have four lifetimes worth of issues," she says, nudging you away from her so she can pull her hair into a bun. "But I guess you look nice."

You pretend to wipe a tear from your eye. "No one's ever said that to me before, baby. You really mean that?"

"No," she deadpans, "now piss off before I put my hands on you in an unsexy way."

"That's impossible."

Nat's eyes flicker to yours in the mirror, eyebrow raised. You smile, making to breeze by her, but you take a pitstop to drop a kiss on her cheek, which she very graciously accepts.

"I'll go pick your shoes for tonight," you call down the hall.

"No!"

You laugh.

Black Widow Movie [Deleted Scenes]

to play the fool pt 1

| natasha x fem!reader | request by @strangegardentaco

summary: You’re not an Avenger. Not even close. But sometimes, damn, you really wish you were so everyone would stop getting on your ass.

warnings: blood, violence, spidey-baiting, r is an idiot

a/n: this was the greatest request I’ve ever received. I wrote way too much and I’m sorry. Probably will have a part 2, maybe a part 3. Also I’M ONE FOLLOWER AWAY FROM 150! i know that’s probably not a lot to most people BUT IT IS TO ME so I posted this because people always follow me after I post my fics :)

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Yes, Mistress: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

A series of related fics following the relationship of the reader and her new Domme, Mistress Natasha, as they explore her sexuality and submissiveness.

Series warnings: sub/Dom dynamics, sexual themes, kink negotiations, explicit f/f content

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The Meeting -  The reader goes to a quiet café to meet Mistress Natasha in person for the first time and they talk through what she can expect from this new relationship.

Floating -  Mistress Natasha takes it easy for the reader’s first session to ease her into the release that can be expected from their time together.

Responsive -  Before their next session, Mistress Natasha picks out her sub’s outfit and then invites her to meet at the park. She rewards the reader’s good behaviour in the bathroom of a café.