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swan-of-sunrise · 4 months

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Three's Company (A Spellbinding-Verse Interlude)

Summary: A week before Christmas, (Y/N) and Loki help Peter maintain his secret identity and find themselves faced with a surprising addition to their happy duo.

Pairing: Loki X F!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi there! Today we've got a little holiday fluff for our favorite newlywed couple, and I'm not even joking when I say that this is pure tooth-rotting fluff lol thank you all so much for reading, I hope that you enjoy! (And happy holidays!!)

Three’s Company December 17th, 2016 Avengers Tower, New York City (Spellbinding Masterlist)

After drilling the last screw into the wall, (Y/N) set the heavy power tool down on an empty shelf and leaned back to admire her handiwork with a proud smile on her face. “There! Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The door opened and she glanced over her shoulder to see Loki saunter into their new shared suite, an impressed grin spreading across her husband’s handsome face when he spotted her fully assembled bookshelf. “Darling, while it’s commendable that you pieced together this infernal Ikea bookshelf all by yourself, why in all the Nine Realms didn’t you just use your Alf Seidr?”

“Because I wanted the satisfaction of having conquered this stupid piece of furniture with my own bare hands,” (Y/N) confidently answered back, drawing a chuckle from Loki as he moved to stand beside her ladder. “And besides, I lived almost all my life without resorting to magic to solve all of my problems; I hardly think it’d be right to start now, even if it meant spending an entire day assembling this damn bookshelf and missing out on-” At that exact moment, the shelf bearing her clunky electric drill collapsed and set off a chain reaction that saw each shelf fall one by one, the last of them slamming against the ladder’s leg and sending her toppling backwards into her husband’s waiting arms. “…Lunch.”

Taking note of the purple-hued glow beginning to emanate from the palms of (Y/N)’s hands, Loki hummed in sympathy and pressed a comforting kiss onto her furrowed brow. “You’ve lost this battle, darling, but you certainly won’t lose the war. How about I draw you a bubble bath and prepare dinner while you relax for a spell, and then the both of us can conquer the bookshelf after we eat?”

(Y/N) heaved an exasperated sigh but gave him a relenting nod, willing her magic away and giving her husband a thankful kiss before pulling back and flashing him a flirtatious smile. “Or…you could always order some take-out and join me in the bath? My arms are pretty sore, after all, and I might need a little help washing my back.”

“Are you trying to tempt me, darling?” Loki arched an inquiring brow as a mischievous smirk played on his lips, his emerald-green eyes alight with a burning desire that sent shivers of anticipation through her body. “Because if so, you should know that it’s working remarkably well.”

Giggling, (Y/N) looped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss, but a frantic knocking on their suite’s door caused them both to jump as the romantic atmosphere was shattered by the reality of their superhero lives. They exchanged matching looks of regret and once Loki carefully set her onto her feet, they both crossed the room to see who was on the other side of their door; when (Y/N) opened the door, her brows furrowed in concern when the panicked and pale face of Peter Parker was revealed. “Peter? Is something wrong?”

“You look as though you’ve seen a ghost,” Loki observed, throwing (Y/N) a worried glance as he opened the door wider and ushered the teenager into their suite. “You haven’t attempted to prank Romanoff, have you? Because I already warned you once that your young age won’t stop her from seeking swift revenge for whatever scheme you might dare to concoct.”

Peter shook his head as he began to quickly pace across their living room, and it was then that they both spotted the large cardboard box clutched tight in his arms. “No, no, of course not; if the God of Mischief himself warns me not to prank someone, then I’m definitely gonna pay attention.” The teenager carefully set the box down onto their couch and started to unfurl its lid. “I’ve got a pretty big problem that I could really, really use your guys’ help with.”

“Well, I’m sure that we can help you with…” (Y/N)’s reassuring words trailed off when a muffled bark emanated from the box and a moment later, the small black head of an excited dog popped up and gave Peter’s hand a slobbering lick. “A puppy?”

“While I was out on patrol earlier in Queens, I stopped a couple of jerks from jacking my neighbor’s car and beating him up and to thank me, he gave me one of his flat-coated retriever’s new puppies; I can’t keep him, ‘cause Mr. Rodriguez gave him to Spider-Man and if he sees me with this little guy in the apartment building, then he’ll start to suspect who I am and then he’ll tell Aunt May and then?” Peter sighed as he plopped down onto the couch beside the box and scratched the onyx-colored puppy behind his floppy ear. “Then I’ll be toast with a capital ‘T.’”

Taking a seat on the other side of the box, Loki confidently extended his hand out for the puppy to sniff and chuckled to himself when he began to lightly gnaw on his long fingers. “So, what would you like us to do?”

“Well, I texted MJ and she said she’d help me find a good home for him but she’s gonna be out of town for a week to visit her grandparents, so…could he maybe stay here until she gets back? Please?”

(Y/N) bit her lower lip in contemplation, torn between her desire to help the desperate teenager avoid accidentally revealing his secret identity to his aunt and entire apartment building and her uneasiness around dogs of all shapes and sizes; because of her aunt’s meager salary as a music tutor and their strict building manager, she never had a dog while growing up and very rarely had the opportunity to interact with one, leading to a reluctant but life-long wariness of them as a whole. But as she watched her beaming husband lift the puppy out of the box and cradle him in his arms while the puppy’s tail excitedly wagged in response to Peter’s ear scratches, her pursed lips softened into a small smile. “Well, since it’s only for a week…I suppose we can look after him for you.”

“Thank you, Miss (Y/L/N)!” Peter jumped to his feet and flung his arms around her in an overly-enthusiastic bear-hug. “I’ve gotta head home and finish up my Trig homework before Aunt May comes back from grocery shopping, so I’ll see you guys next Saturday!”

After giving a bemused Loki a fist-bump and patting the top of the puppy’s head one last time, Peter dashed out of their suite and used his web shooters to close the door behind him. Her husband shook his head in amusement before looking over at her with a pleased smile spreading across his face. “That was very generous of you, darling; I know that you’re not exactly comfortable around canines.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Peter needed help, and I still owe him one. Nothing could ever repay him for saving my life, but working to keep his secret identity a secret for a little while longer seems like a good place to start.” A dark shadow crossed Loki’s handsome features as the abrupt reminder of her near-death experience in the wake of the Battle of Boston hung heavy in the air, and she leaned down to press a soothing kiss onto his cheek before moving to sit on the arm of the couch right beside him. “And besides, I was thinking that this might be a good opportunity to rectify my inexperience with dogs.”

“And you just couldn’t turn down this adorable little face,” Loki lifted the puppy so that their faces were side-by-side and playfully pouted, making (Y/N) roll her eyes at his playful teasing. “Could you, my love?”

A reluctant smile began to play on her lips and while her husband grinned in triumph, the puppy let out a joyful bark and licked the entire side of his face, causing his nose to scrunch up in displeasure as she giggled in amusement. “It looks like the God of Mischief has finally met his match!” Throwing caution to the wind, she stretched a hand out and ran her fingers through the thatch of onyx-hued fur around the puppy’s neck, her shoulders relaxing and her smile softening when she saw his tail vigorously wagging in response. “I think we’re all going to get along just fine this week.”

Loki, setting the puppy down onto the ground and wiping the dog slobber off of his cheek with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, chuckled to himself as he gently pulled her onto his lap and wound his arms around her waist. “It’ll certainly be an adventure; if this little one is anything like the hounds that Thor and I grew up around, then you and I won’t be getting much rest for the foreseeable future.”

“But he’s just a little puppy, sweetheart! How much trouble could he possibly cause?”

The sudden clatter of the ladder toppling over onto the ground caused them both to jump in surprise, and (Y/N)’s head whipped around just in time to see the rambunctious puppy speed by and clamp his small jaw onto the hem of their living room curtains. Loki’s emerald-green eyes sparkled with mirth as he glanced over at her, and his voice shook with barely-concealed amusement as he replied, “Oh, I’m sure he’ll come up with an idea or two.”

It was when (Y/N) and Loki were attempting to coax the puppy into letting go of the torn curtains and the puppy decided that it was the perfect time to relieve himself that (Y/N) started to realize that it would be a long, long week.

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“I’m pretty sure I told you that the training bot was just for running your sword drills, Melisandre, not your Alf Seidr,” Tony joked as he yanked the dismembered torso of an Iron Legion droid out of the training room’s wall. “He’s only been rated to handle medieval-style combat; I haven’t figured out how to make him immune to Light Elf magic.”

(Y/N) tossed one of the droid’s legs into the pile of limbs and winced at the harsh sound it made. “Sorry, Tony.”

“What made you go all Cosmic Sorceress on the poor guy, anyhow?” Natasha asked, setting the fire extinguisher down and crossing her arms over her chest as her expression morphed into a look of concern. “Usually you have a pretty good handle on your emotions and your magic during your workouts and drills. Do I have to grab my Widow Bites and go have a little chat with that husband of yours?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not about Loki.” Giving the spy an exasperated smile, (Y/N) flicked her wrist and used her swirling purple-hued magic to repair the damaged wall before them. “It’s about that puppy we’re taking care of as a favor to Peter.”

The billionaire shrugged as he began re-assembling the dismembered droid. “Puppies are hard work; at least he’ll be out of your hair by this time tomorrow and you two’ll have a canine-free Christmas.”

“That’s sort of the problem…” Both Tony and Natasha frowned in confusion and (Y/N) continued. “He’s grown pretty attached to the little guy; he takes him for walks, plays with him for hours, and even cooks him fresh food for every meal. And look, this is what I woke up to this morning,” (Y/N) trailed off as she strode over to the nearest bench to retrieve her cell phone, opening her photo gallery and showing her friends the image on the screen; it showed a sleeping Loki sprawled out beneath their thick bedding, one arm tucked beneath her pillow while the fingers of his free hand were weaved around the onyx-colored fur of the snoring puppy that was curled up close beside him. “They’re adorable together, aren’t they?”

Natasha smiled at the photo. “I never knew that Loki was a dog-guy; I always figured that he’d get along better with cats.”

“Temperamental and aloof? Yeah, that’s our Reindeer Games,” Tony chuckled, tightening the bolts connecting the droid’s head to its neck and throwing (Y/N) an inquisitive look. “Sounds like the solution to your little problem is to adopt the pooch; the doggie gets a loving home with you two and Loki’s heart won’t be broken, so it’s a win-win.”

“Unless…” The spy tilted her head as she absentmindedly fiddled with the end of her long braid. “Do you not like the puppy?”

(Y/N) emphatically shook her head. “I absolutely love the puppy! It’s just that…well, Loki and I are Avengers with close ties to different realms; we never know when we’ll be assigned a mission or how long we’ll be gone from the tower, and we’re always traveling to and from Asgard and Alfheim. Wouldn’t all that combined make for an unstable and pretty lonely life for a dog?”

“If you and Loki were normal people with normal careers, yeah, but like you said, you’re both Avengers. You two’ve got a tower full of friends who’d love nothing more than to dog-sit for you, or do really anything for you, to be honest.” Natasha reached out and slung an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders as she gave her a reassuring smile. “I promise you right here and now that that dog’ll never be lonely while we’re around.”

“And besides, you two’re pretty set on having kids someday, right?” A grinning Tony shrugged his shoulders in a playful manner. “Seems to me like getting a dog is the best crash-course in parenting to have before a little bundle of joy comes along.”

(Y/N)’s heart warmed in her chest at the helpful words of her friends, her earlier fears and reservations beginning to dissipate as she finally allowed herself to imagine their happy duo expanding into a more chaotic but even happier trio. “Well, in that case…it looks like Loki’s getting an extra Christmas present this year.”

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On Christmas Eve, after they’d come home from the charity Avengers ice skating party at Rockefeller Center with the knowledge that they raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for a handful of children’s charities, (Y/N) and Loki bundled up in their coziest sweatpants, stockings and ugly Christmas sweaters and lounged on their suite’s couch together, where they basked in the bright glow of their illuminated tree and sipped their hot chocolate as they debated which Christmas movie to watch.

“It appears as though we’ve reached an impasse, darling,” Loki sighed dramatically, his long fingers fiddling with the fuzzy end of his Santa hat as he fought to keep the mischievous smile off his face; parting with the puppy they’d been briefly fostering earlier that day had been a subtle but significant blow to him, so it was nice to see that their evening of ice skating had helped to cheer him up. “It’s between a surprisingly faithful adaptation of Charles Dickens’ timeless tale of the true meaning of Christmas that stars the delightful Muppets, and a film that depicts the many misdemeanors and felonies that an eight-year-old commits after his rather neglectful family leaves him home alone for Christmas.”

“Mm-hmm. Decisions, decisions…” (Y/N) playfully pondered as she tilted her head to the side in faux contemplation, the colorful jingle bells decorating her reindeer antler headband sounding and making her husband’s eyes twinkle in silent amusement. “How about this: we can watch The Muppet Christmas Carol tonight, if…”

Loki arched a curious brow. “If?”

“If…you let me give you one of your Christmas gifts first.” She watched while he considered her offer, silent anticipation bubbling up within her as she continued. “There’s no catch, sweetheart; this is just the sort of gift I’d rather give you in private than in front of the others tomorrow morning.” His emerald-green eyes darkened with an all-too familiar desire and she shot him an exasperated look. “It’s not that sort of gift, Loki Odinson. So, how about it?”

“Well, I do enjoy receiving gifts and since you’re such an excellent gift-giver,” He grinned and shook her outstretched hand. “Then I graciously accept.”

With an excited smile on her face, (Y/N) extricated herself from her husband’s arms and hurried over to retrieve a small wrapped package from beneath their Christmas tree, plopping back down onto the couch and eagerly watching while a bemused Loki worked on opening it; when he removed the lid, he cocked his head and looked up at her with polite curiosity. “It’s…a tiny green sweater?”

“Oh, did I forget to tell you? This gift’s a two-parter!” Raising her hand, (Y/N) summoned her Alf Seidr and flicked her wrist, sending a ball of purple-hued magic across the room and using it to create a crackling portal, beaming as a familiar onyx-colored puppy dashed through and leaped onto a surprised Loki’s lap with a joyful bark. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“But I thought…? Didn’t Parker come by this morning to take him away?”

Pleased that she’d managed to successfully out-trick the God of Mischief himself, (Y/N) smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “I may or may not have called him yesterday to tell him that we were considering adopting him; after he left, he dropped him off at the lab so that Bruce and J.A.R.V.I.S. could keep an eye on him until tonight.”

Loki’s eyes went wide and filled with an earnest emotion as his long fingers scratched behind the happy puppy’s ears. “My love, I…I-I don’t know what to say. Are you certain about this?”

“Absolutely,” She replied and leaned over to press a sweet kiss onto his smiling lips. “…But I do have one little request, if you don’t mind.”

“Anything, darling.”

“Can we name him Mischief?”

Before Loki could answer, the sound of shredding paper caused them both to look down and they laughed at the sight of the puppy vigorously tearing into the wrinkled wrapping paper. “It would seem as though he’s already decided that for me, doesn’t it?” (Y/N) giggled when Mischief barked and licked the side of her face, and Loki grinned before kissing her forehead and ruffling the onyx fur of Mischief’s fluffy neck. “Welcome to our little family, Mischief.”

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A/N: See? I wasn't lying about the tooth-rotting fluff lol thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2wx8TZwpDN0l33tES3W3Nk?si=5fcb3ef04de544e7

“Spellbinding” Masterlist

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wolfythewitch · 2 years

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Hi guys I've been talking about too much fluff, here's some angstier ramblings about emerald duo and bedrock bros

#lightning in a bottle au

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nomsfaultau · 3 months

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Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

What Tommy also doesn’t know is that his abuser wasn’t the only one who heard his distressed chirping. The moment Philza hears it his eyes dilate and he takes off flying. By the time he gets to the area Tommy was long gone, but he finds the feathers and blood. Philza snaps back to normal, more than a little disoriented. He’s worried, since obviously some hatchling was hurt, but given their instinct to freeze until their parent comes find them the chick is probably at their nest by now.

Nonetheless, Philza finds himself carefully picking up every last scattered feather. As the days pass, he keeps catching peels of distressed chirping, and his worry only deepens though he never arrives in time to find the poor chick. Disapproval fills him. They should be more careful to protect their hatchling.

Techno is less pleased when he finds his blankets stolen, his pillows gutted for stuffing, and several hay bales for Karl gone. He finds a massive nest in the corner of Philza’s house, the avian automatically hissing at his approach before shaking his head and groaning. He apologizes at once, but it’s fine, Techno has his own share of annoying instincts to cope with. At the end of the day, the little trinket of emerald and Philza’s feathers dangling from Techno’s ear means he’s part of the flock.

It’s pretty rare that Philza goes into nesting mode, triggered by encountering crying babies usually, though nothing ever comes of it. But then Techno frowns, snatching one of the feathers woven into the nest. Instead of the sleek black of Phil’s feathers, it’s rather short and russet, with little bands on it. Philza snatches it back almost at once. Huh. Must be a young avian in the area. Probably not a problem, since Philza left the pups and baby villagers to their actual parents. Evolutionarily, taking care of abandoned chicks was a good way to make sure the species survived. As soon as his instincts realize there isn’t actually an orphan he needs to shelter Philza will be as normal as ever.

Doesn’t stop Techno from teasing, of course. “Winter is a pretty bad time to be laying eggs, Phil.” He earns a light arm punch. To be fair, it’s really annoying to find his stuff stolen and ripped up. The hound army loves the nest though, so it’s alright in his books, even if his favorite tapestry got yoinked.

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#what's that fluff in my angst fic #dsmp #dsmp fic #hybrid au #mcyt #mcyt fic #technoblade #philza #emerald duo #emerald duo fic #something to nom on

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siennafrxst · 9 months

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↳ cassiopeia 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

pairing: loki laufeyson x female reader

universe: mcu

cw: anticlimactic angst, eventual fluff

word count: 1.5k words

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“Okay, let’s get out of here.”

Loki and Y/N swiftly exit the gathering, leaving behind no evidence of the havoc they had just wreaked.

Even though everyone (especially Thor, Odin, and Frigga) knew the particular duo that would be insane enough to execute an equally insane plan, that never stopped them from continuing to do so. Even after the multiple times they’ve been thrown and locked away into cages like wild animals, it was worth it. Wrecking formal gatherings were practically Loki and Y/N’s most beloved tradition. And whenever they did, the mess they’d cause would always work to give them enough time to get away from the boring event. Besides, you can’t deny that it never fails to spice things up.

Chuckling to themselves, the two Asgardians continue to disappear from the crime scene and eventually head out into the quiet night.

“That never gets old,” Y/N confesses with a grin plastered on her face.

Loki returns a similar smile, nodding in agreement. “I don’t quite think I’ll ever get tired of doing that.”

“Of course you won’t, you’re the God of Mischief. It’s what makes you—well, you.”

He chuckles softly once more at her statement, staring into her eyes for a brief moment before examining the bewitching, starry night.

“The sky has quite a lot of stars to offer us tonight.”

Y/N follows his gaze and looks up, the many balls of light shining luminously unto them.

“What constellations can you spot?”

“I see… Cassiopeia, right over there.”

He points a finger towards the formation of stars as she nods, discerning the said constellation.

“Do you know the myth behind it?” she questions in curiosity.

Loki gives her a knowing look, raising his eyebrows. “Of course I do — what do you think of me?”

She rolls her eyes at his arrogance. “Enough with the cocky act and just answer the question. I know you want to.”

He lets out a scoff, momentarily gazing back into the mesmerizing constellation before telling the story. “Cassiopeia was a stunning yet boastful queen who claimed that she and her daughter, Andromeda, were the most beautiful creatures to exist, which includes the Nereids. They were insulted by her assertion, and so they made Poseidon punish her for it. But, the only way to prevent him from doing so was if she gave up her own daughter to a sea monster. Cassiopeia selfishly agreed, however, she would later on make a deal with a man named Perseus, promising to rescue Andromeda in return for her hand in marriage. Unfortunately, when he managed to rescue her, Cassiopeia attempted to break her promise with him. But, Andromeda and Perseus fought for their love, so on the day of their wedding, Cassiopeia ordered Agneron and his army to stop them. In the end, Perseus managed to use Medusa’s beheaded skull and turn everyone to stone. And so, the happy couple got their happy ending. The end.”

A soft smile forms on Y/N’s face, noticing the glimmer of excitement hiding behind his emerald green eyes. Loki was never one to show much interest in — well — anything, so seeing him enthusiastic in a certain topic (other than pulling pranks on Thor) was a nice change. It was a side of him that she rarely got to see, but when she did, she loved every second of it.

“You know, if all else fails, you would be an excellent astrology professor.”

Loki rolls his eyes at her sarcastic remark. “Hilarious,” he replies in a deadpan tone.

Y/N chuckles softly, her face perking up promptly as she recalls something. “Hey, isn’t there a nebula within Cassiopeia?”

Loki nods. “Right, the Heart Nebula. Which, you can tell by its name, represents…”

Loki held back, reluctant to say the word he never believed could be real. A feeling that he was sure he would never experience again.

Until he met her.

“Love,” she finishes in a soft tone, her eyes immediately finding his.

They both may have been almost a thousand years old, but they were still completely oblivious when it came to that one, cliche emotion. That one emotion that was arguably the most powerful one, though neither of them knew it at that time. That one emotion that drew the two Asgardians closer, clueless to the reason behind it. Despite almost being complete opposites, like fire and ice, something made them fight for what they had. Something bigger than they realized.

They were just too naive to know what it was. Until one of them would eventually crack the code.

“Loki… there’s something I need to confess.”

He sharply inhales, already having an inane idea on where this may lead. But for some reason… he didn’t want to stop her.

“Go on.”

She sighs. “Well, I’m grateful for our unlikely friendship. Despite our years of constant fighting and petty rivalry, we managed to get over that and become… whatever it is we are, exactly.”

He hums softly, signaling for her to continue.

“But… I can’t ignore this feeling that I’ve been feeling for the past few years. This feeling that I’ve never felt in my entire existence, but… I think I have a solid idea on what it might be — as cliche as that may sound. I don’t know how to put it in words, I just — it’s just this feeling I get whenever I’m with you, and I like it.” She sighs once more, seemingly expaserated. “Look, I’ve never done this before, but, what I’m trying to say is…”

Her mouth was left agape, but no words fell out of it. She could only stare desperately into his eyes, begging for him to interupt her at any moment. But to no avail. Loki simply stood before her, completely dumbfounded with what she was telling him. And yet she couldn’t read his face. She couldn’t tell if he felt the same way, or if he was utterly disgusted, or if he had even understood the words coming out of her mouth. Truth be told, she didn’t quite understand the nonsense she was spewing out either. But it was better than having to keep her mouth shut about what she was feeling. Because she knew that one way or another, she had to let him know. Let him know his effect on her. Let him know the way he was making her feel. Let him know how much he means to her.

But in this very moment — his silence, the void state on his face — it made her want to take all her words back. She’s never been more vulnerable to anyone else before. Maybe she was just making a fool out of herself, opening herself up to the literal God of Mischief. Maybe that was a mistake on her part. But this feeling she’s been feeling for the past few years… it was no mistake. She knew that it meant something. It had to.

Muttering up the strength again, she finally broke the silence.

“Are you really just going to stand there and make me have to finish my sentence?” she questions, almost scoffing.

And to her surprise, he nodded.

“Yes. Yes, I will. Because I want to hear the exact words come out of your mouth. And I want to hear you mean it.”

Loki stepped closer towards her as she was left astonished, not expecting that kind of response from him. But, even if he hadn’t, she knew that she needed to say it.

“Fine. Then…”

She momentarily closes her eyes — having him watch her like this was driving her insane. But when she opened her eyes once more, she was met with the same, desperate eyes she was wearing just a few seconds ago. As though he was longing for her to say it. As though he had been waiting for as long as she did to act upon their feelings. And that was all the courage she needed to keep going.

“…I think I’m in love you.”

In an instant, Loki brought their faces together and kissed her lips, not wasting another second with her.

And for a moment there, time seemed to have stopped. All sense of meaning and logic just disappeared when their lips touched. The two grasped and held onto each other, scared to let go of one another only to realize that it was all just a dream.

When the two finally pulled apart breathlessly, they stay in that singular moment of silence — the rustling of the wind, the muffled chatter from a far distance, the soft yet comforting breathing coming from them both. Their foreheads still connected, they stay in each other’s presence, processing what had just happened. Processing their emotions, the decisions they made tonight. Everything that led to right now.

Until they finally opened their eyes, gazing into one another for one more second before Loki broke the silence.

“I think I’m in love with you, too.”

And just like that, the stars in the night sky weren’t the brightest thing in the universe anymore. It was the smiles that formed on their faces in this very moment.

after more than 3 months, I finally got the motivation to write something for loki. very timely as well since the loki series 2 trailer just came out. I miss him so much why’d they have to kill him off.

likes and reblogs are vv appreciated.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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To Be a Family

Natasha Romanoff x PlusFem!Reader

To Be: Cherished | Mine Forever

18+ | Minors DNI ‼️

Warnings— "Fat" / "Tubby" used offensively, Schoolyard bullying / violence, brief homophobia.

Smut—Face Riding (N), Fingering(R), Marking(N/R), Doubled Strap, Teasing (!!) Overstimulation(R), Orgasm Denial(R), Hair Pulling, Blindfold, Silk Bonds, Roughish, Daddy (N), Good Girl(R).

Top!Nat, reader briefly tries 😂 ‼️

Nearly 11K, and the final piece, making this a trilogy 🤪🥵

Mostly though, it's some whore shit(Nat is a whore for reader, reader is a tease first, whore second) and fluff.

Clarifying information (I’m a Virgo):

Eliza-6m, Sam-4, Avery-5 (adopted 11/2021)

Respectively 1(Mar), 5(May), 6(Sep) by end of the story.

Mama-Y/N, Mommy-Nat

The house was suspiciously quiet, and the mattress was shockingly barren of the usual intruders as Natasha's eyes surveyed the bed. "Moya lyubov, wake up...," she lightly shakes your shoulders, and with clear struggle you peak one eye open, "Natty, is everything okay?," she strokes your cheek lovingly as your words soften her resolve, but then her need returns.

Her hips not so subtly buck into your bare thigh, eyes of emerald green visibly darkening, and you now see her intentions, "You absolute horn dog, I was sleeping peacefully, get away!," a raspy chuckle fans across your skin as she shifts to be hovering above you, lips press to your shoulder before sliding across your chest; sucking your flesh between her lips, her teeth lightly nibbling at your plush skin, whimpers of need betraying your previous sentiments.

"I've missed this..." you hum your agreement, fingers tangled into her short red locks to keep her lips on you, but just as you were melting into the mattress the sounds of encroaching footsteps stops you from enjoying the bliss that is your wife's lips., "Natty..." The redheads fingers dig into your hips, "No" her growls ignored as you throw her off just in time for the door to swing right open.

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"Mama!" Avery shrieks, "Mommy!" Sam follows, both kids jumping into a set of corresponding arms, nuzzling into your warm embraces, and your heart bursts at the seams. Natasha however feigns annoyance, mouthing 'I'm calling the adoption agency' to you over your sons shoulder, and you just roll your eyes then greet your tiny ones. "Good morning angels, did you sleep well?," Your question seemingly enough to open up pandora's box as the energetic duo tell you tales of their dreams, the both of you listening with rapt attention.

"Alrighty now, how about you two run along to get dressed, then clean your rooms while I go make breakfast for the sleeping birthday girl." Natasha smiles at the switch to 'focused' mom, "What about mommy?," You smirk at their call out, "Easy, she'll get dressed too, then go get the little one ready for the busy day ahead." They run along, content with your answer, but the redhead huffs, realizing her dreams of continuing your previous actions were fruitless.

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Breakfast was plated up the exact moment everyone had began to file into the dining room, Natasha settled Eliza into her chair then made her way over to 'help you.' Strong arms wrapped around you from behind, hugging you tightly, placing a kiss to your cheek to 'distract' you from seeing the bacon she thieves, and you let it slide because it was her own plate anyway.

The kids were scarfing down the pancakes, "Slow down angels, your food isn't going anywhere.," you playfully reprimanded them, keeping your eyes on the infant shoveling the scrambled eggs into her mouth and smiling at her when she'd clap some between her hands, "But mommy's doing it too.," Sam snitches over his mouthful, and you gaze over to see your guilty wife who just shrugs her shoulders, then her fork expertly steals a pancake from your stack, and you suddenly realize this is why your mother always ate while she cooked.

Within a half hours time you'd managed to load everyone into the Subaru Outback, but you couldn't help but notice your wife's gaze shifting towards the stingray corvette, drowning in longing, and it's in the moments like these that you wonder if you might've rushed her into all this before she was ready.

You can't exactly fit a family of five into the sports car...

Motherhood was a shared dream, mentioned from the start, but Natasha herself didn't seem to understand just how much sacrifice follows. Lack of personal space and sleep didn't bother her, but the having to share you actually did. She had never been able to claim anything as truly hers, but after acquiring your love she finally knew what it was like to have it all. Married life was truly blissful, but the call from the agency came almost just as quickly, you were ecstatic, and in the moment so was she. Now she's a mom of three, and at times she does find herself missing the freedom that came without the title.

Natasha was pulled from her trance when she saw a set of keys flying at her face, then she looked up to see your sympathetic smile, and her feet were shuffling as soon as she saw you trying to enter the drivers seat of the wagon. "Detka, what do you think you're doing?," the door you'd opened suddenly closing, and your body was being leaned against the car, "Natty, you can meet us at Wanda's, go for a joyride my love.," You'd pecked her lips in closing, but she had stopped you once again., "No detka, we're a family, and we'll travel as such, now hop into the passengers seat, we can't be late."

The look in her eyes told you she appreciated your sweet gesture, but the underlying fear led you to see she was afraid to lose all of this, "Natty, Wanda isn't that terrifying.," you choose to tease her, silently changing the subject, and noticing her clear appreciation in the way she playfully nudges your arm, then slaps your ass while shoving you towards the passenger side, because for as long as she's available you'll never be made to drive.

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Wanda was literally right at the edge of her lawn when you pulled up, "Auntie Wanda!" the kids squealed, quickly running into her open arms, their excitement only growing at the sight of a very special blonde, "Auntie Lena!!!" The redhead playfully scoffed as they dropped from her hold, she swiftly turned to pull Natasha into her arms, then as she pulled you in she stole the baby from you with a kiss to your temple as an offering.

Natasha grabbed your hand before you could follow the crowd, using it to spin you into her for a loving kiss as everyone else walked away., "I love you Y/N/N, thank you for earlier, but I need you to know I'm all in.," Your arms tightly wrapped around her waist, head settling down on her chest as you sighed., "I know you are Natty, but I also can't help but to think I might've rushed you into motherhood."

"Oh moya lyubov', I wanted this just as much, I just have to admit it really sucks sharing you..." You pull back to catch a rare look at your wife up close, "Yeah, I too miss the days when I could have you all to myself, now Eliza-bear takes all of your time..."

Natasha giggles as she leans in to kiss you once more, making sure to linger for her own selfish needs, "Just say the word detka, I have their case worker on speed dial...," She laughs loudly as you glare at her, "Natty!! Stop it, they're going to hear you one of these times." Her inappropriate laughter just continues as you drag her into Wanda's backyard so you decide to leave her with Yelena.

Wanda truly planned a perfect party, there was a petting zoo and a clown all manifested by her powers, the decorations fit the baby shark theme perfectly, the goodies were pastry chef level, and the kids were having an absolute blast. Tireless hours spent running around in fits of laughter had your lips in a constant upturn, and you could see the same was to be said for your wife's as she and Yelena played along with them.

Wanda was equally as happy, the precious baby having grown tired was napping on her chest, and you were just silently observing the joy until Natasha snuck up from behind you., "Detka! Come play with us...," you lurched forward, your wife quick to catch your terrified form, "Jesus Nat..." She placed a kiss to your shoulder in apology, your hands clasping over hers as you worked to pull yourself together, then your eyes dropped to the sad little girl.

"Mama, Mommy..." Avery's shaky voice calls out for you two, Natasha quickly moves around you to scoop her up, and you move to join the embrace, "What is it honey?"

She sniffles lightly, then her sad eyes travel between the both of your concerned ones, a tiny smile then etches onto her features in a truly confusing manner. "Thank you for being our mommies, and giving Liz a birthday party." Natasha's face contorts almost angrily at the unnecessary gratitude, and you too fight the tears that threaten to fall, her obvious pain blanketed by her innocence truly hurts your soul, but for Natasha the incident is a uniquely clarifying one that helps to heal her inner child.

"Oh sweetheart, you don't have to thank us, we're just doing what we're supposed to do.," You coo, hand lifting to wipe the tear from her eye line, then shifting to wipe away at Nat's, who sighs at the comfort your touch offers her.

"Avery, I know you're probably scared, but I promise that this is a forever arrangement.," Natasha proudly relays to the brunette in her arms, "Yeah?" she asks, her voice uncertain. "Ave, you're our angel, and you're here to stay." You place a kiss to her cheek, then leave her alone with Natasha once she'd settled down, collecting your remaining brood and saying your goodbyes.

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With Natasha retiring from the Avengers, and only remaining available for end of the world threats she had a lot more time for frivolity. Summer proved to be the perfect time for the both of you to take the kids out to experience the world like they truly never had before. So, you'd taken an entire month off from the group home, and July became the month to make core memories, and unbeknownst to Natasha it would prove to be a challenging one for her.

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Natasha was stood behind the grill, hand tightly flexed around the tongs that were meant to be flipping the chicken over, but she was far too entranced by you, the goddess currently sat on the steps of the pool as your children surrounded you in various floatation devices. Your smile innocent as can be as you watched Eliza splashing at the water so aggressively, just to be shocked every time it hit her face. The older kids found amusement in the act too, but they were soon over it, and began traveling around the entire pool by means of the wall, with your warning to be careful on their minds.

Natasha hated that during this wholesome event her predatory focus was on you, but not enough for her to look away though, she couldn't help it when you looked that good. You were sat there in a bright pink one piece and she wondered why she'd never seen it before today, she had a delicious view of your cleavage, and the sides over your hips were tastefully cut out. It's like your body was calling to her, screaming to her that it was perfectly crafted as a place to rest her hands, all her mind can think of is gripping you by your exposed skin and shoving you against a wall.

"Mommy, is the food almost done? I'm sooo hungry!" Sam shouts from the poolside, your gaze finally meeting that of your wife's, and it's then that she notices the mischief beneath them. Natasha meets your smirking face with a scowl, her gaze dropping to the near to burning chicken, then slowly shifts over to your sons expectant face., "Five more minutes honey, how about you all get out and changed, yeah?"

Natasha sneaks a glance at you once more, eyes falling to your bottom as you step out of the pool, wetted swimsuit clinging to your every curve, and the months of sexual frustration causes a painful pit to form in her stomach. Your luscious hips swaying about teasingly not helping her one bit as you dance around to keep the shivering baby content, then she freezes once you make your way over to her.

Quickly she works on looking busy, removing the chicken from the grill, covering it up with a layer of aluminum, and pretending that you didn't catch her previous stares. When she can't avoid your presence any longer she looks up to see your smiling face right before her, and then over to the adorable baby with her unicorn hood covered head against your chest babbling nonsense as she slips into dreamland.

"Smells so good honey, thanks for manning the grill tonight, you're a trooper.," your fingers lightly trail across her heated skin leaving behind a trail of goosebumps, "Oh my baby, you're so hot, let me help you cool down...," Natasha gasps when your wet body leans into her supposedly dry body. "I'm sorry honey, I didn't intend to make you dripping wet..." Natasha's hand quickly settles on your hip to keep you firmly against her, plump lips smashing to yours for an obviously needy kiss, tensions both rising and fading all at once.

Her tongue slips into your mouth, and her grip is so tight you're sure it'll leave behind bruises. You'd only intended to tease the woman, but this outcome wasn't something you were all that opposed to. You'd begun to melt into her until the sounds of giggling ruined the moment and you expertly slipped off indoors to change, winking back at your flushed wife, and purposefully swaying your hips for what she can only assume was a means to torture her.

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Natasha had forgotten that she agreed to help Clint fix up his barn, so your fun summer was interrupted by an impromptu trip to the farm. The kids were happy to be together again, having run off towards the horses with wide smiles as soon as their feet touched ground. Then Laura had beamed at the sight of your cuddly baby, so you guys weren't feeling all that guilty for having brought them along.

It wasn't all a waste for you either as you find yourself gawking at the sight of your wife, her strong arms effortlessly hauling the trimmed pieces of oak over to Clint as he nailed them in. The beads of sweat dripping down her face that she wipes away with the bottom of her shirt, exposing her dewy, toned abs to you, followed only by her knowing smirk that has you turning away as she playfully winks. Natasha's attempt at payback was working out well, but her celebratory pat on the back was unknowingly short lived.

Laura just came back out to the patio, passing you over a lemonade, "I'm shocked you're all here, Nat had told us you guys were busy this month, then she called back the other day agreeing to help, but I'm not complaining.," she says while cuddling the one year old closer, you look back to see your wife already staring at you, she waves before making a show of removing her shirt and you catch on to the cheap play at hand.

"Well, when she mentioned it to me there was no reason to say no when the kids get along so well...," you nod in the direction of the spies, "...plus, Sam and Avery missed all of you.," Laura snorts at your jab at your collective spouses, then she goes to pass over Eliza in favor of serving those hard at work some fresh lemonade., "Oh no, enjoy your baby snuggles, I'll take this down to them, it's no problem."

She lazily rebuttals but quickly ends up giving in to your offer, and so you set off to bring lemonade to your dearest wife and her shady partner in crime. Natasha smiles when she sees it's you approaching, but then she sees you'd taken your baggy shirt off to reveal a red tube top and booty shorts, flashbacks of your first time together flooding her mind, and her need for the ice cold drink had steadily increased.

"Hiya Natasha... Clinton.," you tightly greet, the retired archer quickly retreats with his drink before he could be wrapped into the clear stand off between you and his best friend. Natasha too tried to snatch up the drink, but as quick as she was, you were quicker—perks of working with young children you suppose.

"Moya lyubov', may I please have my drink?," Natasha pleads with a gentle smile, and soft eyes full of deception., "I'm not sure, the walk over here left me rather parched myself honey, may I have a sip?"

Natasha sees the look in your eyes, and it's obvious your intentions were anything but pure, but she's also never found it within her to be able to say no to you., "Of course detka, you don't even have to ask.," Your genuine, warm smile was enough to make her momentarily forget about the unofficial war of teasing you've found yourselves engaged in this month.

Beautiful green eyes full of want watch you with an unwavering attention, your tongue poking out to wet your lips, her cup slowly rising to meet them, a small sip you gently swallow down, the moan of pleasure you release as the taste hits your tongue, all of which leaves her in another stupor that she now realizes she can't even handle on her own since she's trapped herself here for a weekend.

With a clearing of your throat her eyes lift from your lips, and then she's reaching forward to grab her cup, but with her skewed attention she accidentally nudges the drink, spilling over half of the sticky contents onto your exposed chest., "Oh shit, detka, I'm so sorry.," she panics, her eyes however are locked on the way the pale yellow droplets trail down over the top of your breasts, lines of sugar left in their tracks, and finally soaking into your top.

Clint was cringing at his best friends inability to even function, so he took some initiative, he balled up her discarded shirt, then with a bit too much strength he threw it at the back of her head, receiving a middle finger as thanks. Natasha pointlessly wipes at your dried skin, nervous face never rising to look at yours in fear of your reaction, but you give her no choice as you lift her face by her chin.

"My love, I'm fine, it's just a little lemonade.," You chuckle, then to her shock you lean in to kiss her, your tongue briefly entering her eager mouth., "Thought I'd give you a little taste since you sort of lost your chance there..." Natasha's a bit out of it as you pull back, even more so as you place a few light kisses across her jawline on your journey to her ear., "Well, I'm off to shower now Natty, you seem to have left me a sticky mess..." You chuckle as her breath hitches, and entire body tenses under your departing touch.

Natasha watched you leave while desperately trying to bring herself back to her own body. Huffing and cursing herself for ever thinking teasing you at the Barton's farm was a good idea, then when she finally turns she sees her far too amused friend already looking at her., "Jesus Nat, you're down bad..." The archer laughs out as she returns to helping him, then Natasha accidentally knocks the man over in the process of handing him another piece of wood., "Sorry..."

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Natasha has been frustrated ever since you'd become mothers, a long ten months of being left high and dry, reduced to nothing more than a quickie in the shower, she's desperate. The summer shenanigans furthering her need. You've enjoyed every bit of teasing her too, she's seen the glint in your eyes, and now she's more than excited to punish you for it today. This stint of relentless teasing will finally be coming to an end as she's gotten an idea, and the ball had already been set in motion.

"Detka, fill me in again, what are we doing this weekend?" You hummed thoughtfully, racking your brain while transferring the pancakes over to the lined up plates from the griddle., "Natty, I have no clue, I'd thought we were staying in." She smirks at the desired answer, excitedly spinning you around by your hip, and a pancake goes flying across the kitchen, but she leans in to kiss you, temporarily cutting off your scolding, "Right answer detka..."

The sultry tone isn't lost on you, "Natasha...," her smirk widens at the warning in your tone, and your heart stops when she leans into your ear, "Lena's on her way to pick up the kids, enjoy being able to walk while you still can." Pulling back she sees the pure terror for what's to come in your eyes, her lips peck your frozen pair, then she walks away in a fit of laughter.

Her cheeky threat nearly had you crumbling, because as much as you've enjoyed teasing her, you missed the trysts of the past just as much. Flashes of when she'd bend you over the couch and rail you stupid from behind as she would answer along to jeopardy roll through your mind, or all those long mornings you spent warming her cock while she took her time finishing up her paperwork, whispering steamy phrases into your ear, and once you were a squirming mess she'd fuck you senseless.

To put it simply, you just hid your frustrations better, and leaving Natasha in a fit she couldn't quite resolve without you was kinda enticing. Feeling how desperately she needed you now had your heart beating out of your chest. Sounds of tiny feet pitter pattering across the kitchen floor brought you back to yourself, and with a shaky resolve you met your family at the dining table with their plates, Natasha took in your obviously bothered state, winking over at you while securing Eliza into her seat, and expertly ignoring your glare.

Checkmate...

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Natasha had just finished sending Yelena off, turning around she noticed you'd left her, and with a lust driven pep in her step she entered the unusually silent house in search of you. Natasha slowly traveled through the house, this game of cat and mouse absolutely thrilling her, leaving her an opportunity to ponder just what she wants to do to you, and the longer she's on the hunt, the more her devious thoughts run. "Detka, you can run, but you can't hide from me, I will find you and have my way with you.," her harmonious taunting traveling down the hallway and through the bedroom door, a pang of arousal shooting straight down to your lace covered core, and the doorknob turning had you desperately shaking in your place.

The retired Avenger pushes the door open in the most nonchalant way possible, trying to keep an unbothered composure, but then the sight of you leaves her breathless; a bright red lingerie set clings to your body deliciously, your breasts pooling over the top of the lacy bralette, thick thighs fitted with matching rings of red, and your delicate belly held in place by the high waisted fabric concealing your dripping core. After anticipating a day like this was on the horizon you'd purchased a beautiful lingerie set while out on one of your grocery shopping trips, and it seems to have done the trick.

She smiles tenderly at you, an overwhelming sense of pride flooding her chest at the way you now exude such confidence, as perfect as you are, she's just happy you're finally seeing it too. The woman's eyes widen when you move to take thoughtful steps to lessen the offensive gap, calloused hands reach out to grip you by the hips but you stop her, pushing them away. An eyebrow raised in challenge doesn't seem to deter you, her interests piqued as your hands fall to her hips, fingers sliding through the loops of her jeans you suddenly pull her flush against you, "You know Daddy, I was kinda hoping I could have my way with you first..."

Natasha groans as your low tone serves its purpose of riling her up, "Go on then detka.," With confidence at an all time high you use your hold on her to slam her against the wall, her breath hitches at the unexpected impact, emerald eyes swirling with a mix of shock and need as they anticipate your next move.

The answer comes as her shirt and bra are flying across the room, and your lips were quick to attach themselves to her own, your tongue slipping into her mouth, while your hands fall to her exposed breasts, massaging the skin and pinching at her sensitive nipples. Her whimpers of immense pleasure transfer over to your mouth, then as her hips start to move on their own accord you're pulling away, lightly giggling as she attempts to chase you.

Natasha observes your eyes twinkling with a unplaceable mischief, "Patience is a virtue love, and it seems to me you don't have any of it..." your fingers slip through the loops once more. Natasha nods as you stare into her eyes, slowly dropping to your knees you take her pants with you, and the woman is already struggling to regulate her breathing at the sight of you, just so pretty, and obviously ready to please, with those doe eyes of yours, swimming with a faux innocence that drives her up the wall.

Natasha leans against the wall, bracing herself as you drag her panties down her body next, leaving a trail of her slick behind on her legs that you use you're tongue to eagerly clean up. Your tongue sliding across the skin of her thigh, then as you began to leave your marks you heard a buzzing. Natasha's head was reeling, her ringing phone not even registering in her mind until your tantalizing touch left her skin entirely.

"Detka, don't you even dare think of stopping.," her hand gripping your hair tightly, darkened eyes searching yours, then she finally hears the phone, groaning loudly as she does.

Once she relinquishes her hold on you she reaches for the phone, and while she answers it you return to working her up., "Hello?", Yelena on the other end begins to ramble about something the baby was doing, Natasha was struggling to keep her breathing steady as her irritation steadily rose., "Listen you little shit! CALL KATE OR WANDA, but leave me alone!", Yelena gasped as the phone clicked in her ear, shuddering as she realized what was likely taking place on the other end of the line., "That is disgusting..."

Natasha's hand returned to your hair, fingers tangling into your locks and forcefully slotting your face before her glistening cunt., "Detka, don't even think of making daddy wait any longer, your teasing will not go unpunished...," and with that she shoved your face into her, a loud moan leaving her as your nose nudged her engorged clit, your skilled tongue working her over, and not even a minute into riding your face is she releasing into your mouth, body shaking as her beyond overdue orgasm rolls through her, hips continuing to fuck your face while you graciously accept every last drop of your wife's addicting arousal as it rolls over your tongue and down your throat.

Natasha uses her grip on your hair to pull you away when it becomes too much, peering down at your shining face through her hooded eyes she enjoys the way your chest heaves as you're desperately sucking in air after pleasing her. Your blown out irises, and plump lips a sight too hot for the woman to handle, a new wave of arousal bringing her back to her original plans.

The previous months of want for you send her absolutely feral, the grip in your hair being used to pull you up, and into her for a bruising kiss, giving you no time to adjust before she's shoving her tongue down your throat, and moaning as she gets a taste of herself, the desperate need to taste you has her throwing your body onto the bed by the way of your hips, hovering above you and smirking at the healthy fear residing in your eyes.

"I'm going to destroy you...," she whispers as she bites into your neck, "...all these months of teasing me...," her tongue licks over the fresh mark, slightly soothing the pain caused, "...and you thought you'd just get away with it did you?," Lips continuing to travel across your collarbones as they leave no skin unmarked., "Well detka, you thought fucking wrong."

"Fucking hell detka, you're so fucking hot in this little ensemble of yours, sad it's got to go.," her hands then yank the lingerie off of your body, and then the next thing you know you're being plunged into a world of darkness as she uses the leg rings as a blindfold., "Natty..."

A harsh slap is laid to your cunt, your body jolting as you loudly moan in response, "That's not my name detka, and you know better..." Your teary eyes look to her, and in the moment she thinks you've never looked more beautiful., "I'm sorry daddy, I was just a lil confused..." Nat's resolve briefly softens, not that you could see., "I know detka, now, you know what to say if it's too much, so is it?" ... "No, it's okay."

"Good girl." She teases, before taking away the warmth you'd grown accustomed to, a dark chuckle leaving her as you whine and thrash about., "Ah-aht detka, don't make me regret my words.," your thrashing ceasing as her menacing tone leaves no room for brattiness.

Natasha sorts through her box built for nights like tonight, the thick layer of dust on top lending her to realize just how long it's been since she'd been able to have you like this. Settling on silky bindings, and a thick, cum filled strap she steps into the harness, slipping the attached end into her eager cunt, then she's returning to your side, and tying your hands together., "No touching daddy, or seeing her, only letting me use your body as I see fit, do you understand detka?" You nod, "Words moya lyubov'... Color?"

Natasha's lips meet yours with ferocity, fingers trailing down your body as soon as you mutter your understandings, pinching at your nipples before continuing on their path to your core. Teasingly stroking through your folds, her fingers collected your abundant arousal to smear over your clit, rubbing in tight circles, and your loud moans were swallowed by her.

While her tongue explored your mouth, nimble fingers traveled even lower, and as she sucked on your tongue two fingers pushed passed your entrance, being greedily sucked up into the warm space, and she groaned at just how tightly your walls gripped onto her digits., "You're always so fucking tight for me detka..." Natasha had no intention of getting you off yet, in the moment she's only here for her relief, so she thrusts into you at a slow pace, enjoying the feeling of your walls pulsing around her, and wanting nothing more than to taste you.

Just as you were nearing the edge she pulled her fingers out, your adorable whines thrilling her, she pulled away from your bruising lips, moaning in appreciation as she slipped her fingers into her own mouth, finally getting the chance to taste you after months of waiting. Natasha's walls flutter around the strap that resides within her, her hips buck reflexively, and you whimper when the strap nudges you. Your sounds spurring the redhead on, and with ease she slams the cock into you all at once.

"Fuck, fuck, daddy that feels so good...," Natasha hums in agreement against the soft skin of your neck, taking a few deep breaths before pulling out and slamming back into you. She fucks into you without relent, your low toned moans and hot breaths fanning over her ear have her walls fluttering like crazy, tipping her over the edge once more, "Shit detka, you're so fucking hot...," and her pace only increases as she wishes to drag her orgasm out, and push you into a dizzy state of your own.

"Daddy... I-I please, I want to see you... I need to see you, to feel you, I can't cum if I don't," Natasha's heart beams at your confession, but she's not done with punishing you for teasing,"I don't remember saying you could anyways detka, if you want to cum, why don't you beg for my forgiveness then."

Natasha picks up her pace, laughing into your shoulder when your almost pleads fall short as she continues to hit that spot within you that always leaves you breathless. "Daddy, I-.," she smirks, "Yes detka?," slowing down ever so slightly as she wants her to hear you begging, "I-I'm sorry for teasing you, daddy please, I need to cum so bad... I need to see you, to feel you, I'm so sorry... Won't do it again!"

Natasha mockingly laughs at you, your obvious lies not convincing, because you're not sorry, and she knows you will do it all again, plus, the need to tease you is still prominent. So, her hand slip between your sweaty bodies as she firmly presses her thumb into your clit, sending your body into a fit of despair; your legs trembling, a harsh scream painfully rips through your dry throat, and the pit in your stomach tightens to a place of unbearable pain, but even if you wanted to disobey her, you can't come until she lets you see and feel her, you've already tried...

Natasha's heart aches after your scream fades into a string of whimpers, so even though you're not muttering 'red,' in an act of silly contrition she slides her hand back up your body, skillfully untying your bonded hands, and they reflexively fly up and wrap around her, your fingernails digging painfully into her shoulder blades.

Her soft lips gently land upon yours as she slowly pulls the makeshift blindfold from your face, then pulls back to stare into your eyes. Natasha smiles down at you with a teasing glint and you return it with a goofy one of your own., "Go on then, cum for daddy, be my good girl.," Her hips then pick back up to the previously dizzying pace, your hands grip her by the nape of her neck, and lower back, pulling her in for a needy kiss. Pushing her in that much deeper, and with one final press to your clit you're falling apart, and it's not long until Natasha falls with you as the sight of you losing control always has a tendency to do that to her.

"I hope you're ready detka, you're free to cum as you please now, but there's no limit for how many I plan to pull from you tonight..." You squeal once Natasha's threat registers as she flips you onto your side, then she fucks into you from behind until you're uncontrollably shaking, and cumming hard, drenching the sheets with a loud scream of "daddy."

Then without much reprieve she's flipping you back onto your back, pulling you to the edge of the bed as she lifts you by your thighs, resting your legs against her own body, and leaving your hips raised as she's fucking you from an angle that has you immediately gasping for air, and gives her a view of your blissed out face. The pace at which she fucks into you bordering animalistic, and with the added stimulation to your nipples she's able to draw another two orgasms from you in rather quick succession. Lowering your trembling body back onto the bed, and kissing every available inch of skin as she waits for your breathing to return to an acceptable rate before continuing.

Even in your state she's able to maneuver you onto your knees, the sight of your your stretched hole pulsing around nothing while your arousal drips onto the sheets beneath you has her totally awestruck, then a quiet 'green daddy,' has her sliding back into you with ease. Leaning her front against your back, her own breathing becoming labored as the intensity catches up to her and you're not fairing much better, the babbling mess that you are shaking beneath her as you are blinded by your fifth orgasm of the night, both of you collapsing at once, and your wife lays on top of you until her stomach rumbles with a different type of need.

Natasha pulls out of you slowly, whines of confusion tumble from your smushed face, and she smirks at your beyond fucked out state., "They'll be with Wanda tomorrow night, and at Tony's most of Sunday, so get your rest now detka, because I'm far from done with you. You're all mine for the weekend sweet girl." Her words break through to you, well in partiality, "No, for forever..." Natasha chuckles at your delirious mumblings, feather light kisses are placed all over your back in hopes of providing reassurance, "Forever sounds perfect to me moya lyubov', now get some sleep while I make us some fuel for round two."

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The weekend was long indeed, come Sunday morning your legs were immobilized, and Natasha beamed at the hilarious revelation. The love making wasn't over either, because she meant it when she said all, but today's experience had been different from the last two, it was soft, there was no rush as she took care of you, and you in turn did the exact same.

Then come afternoon she was tending to your every little need, and that night she handled everything; takeout was ordered, kids were fed, bathed, and then were put to sleep with ease. Natasha returned to your shared room and gave you an all body massage, working out the deep tensions she herself had caused, your groans of relief sounding like music to her ears. "Goodnight detka..." She lovingly whispers, soft kisses placed over your cheeks, and her heart flutters as your lips naturally quirked up in your sleep, and your sweet snores filled the empty space around.

——

Summer was officially ending, and Natasha was pleading with you not to enroll the older two into the private school. "Detka, we are more than capable of teaching them the abc's, 123's, and the fundamentals of life.," you had rolled your eyes, continuing on with the application process as planned, "Yeah, please, try your curriculum on me then, persuade me.," Natasha's smirk is quickly falling when you send her the stare that reads 'not like that,' so she tries to use words to convince you.

In a patronizing way she sings the child's educational songs to you, to which you equally as pettily clap for her., "Murder is bad, unless they've done horrible things and deserve to be shivved," your eyes widen, "If someone tries to threaten you, give them fucking hell, and if —." Natasha's brows furrow at the hand you've now placed over her mouth, "Natasha, it's settled.," her eyes light up, "They're going to school."

Her shoulders instantly deflate, and she falls against the couch in an exaggerated huff, arms folded over her chest. "Oh my sweetest Natty, I know you're worried, but they'll be safe. Tony wouldn't send Morgan there, and recommend it to us if it wasn't a secure front..." Natasha's mask falls as you straddle her lap, tears fall down her cheeks without stop, and you pull her face into your chest to allow her the comfort. Strong arms wrapping around your waist to keep you there, and she breathes you in, the woodsy undertones of your cologne and your skins natural scent effectively soothing her.

"What if—?" Your soft lips cut her paranoia off, a soft engagement of kisses shared, "Natty, it's normal to be worried, especially with your former line of work, but sheltering them will just as likely harm them." Natasha nods against your chest in silent understanding. "Plus, Morgan's been there for three years now, and she's had no run ins, and let's be honest here honey—Tony's got a lot more enemies." Her light giggles calming your anxious heart, "They're going to be okay because their mommy is their fiercest protector, and I'd like to thank their mama is a close runner up."

"You definitely are, but you know, you're an even greater personal pillow..." Natasha teases, using her strong hold she suddenly shifts your bodies until your back is flat on the couch, her body settling atop of yours and her face buried deep within the crook of your neck.

—

Natasha was right, it wasn't safe there, but the culprit of your daughter's afflictions came in the form of her fellow six year olds, more specifically Camren; the blonde boy with deep dimples who has been taught that his actions have no real consequences if he just cracks a smile, and bats his thick lashes.

He's been harassing your daughter since school started about a month ago, you only just found out over the phone via the principal's aide. Apparently him harassing Avery was easy for them to overlook, but once she punched the boy square in the face it became a 'problem of safety,' and a 'means for suspension.' Natasha is still none the wiser being that she's off at the compound training her body, and because you're not too sure she wouldn't come to finish the job that Avery had started.

Upon making it to the school the receptionist was waiting for you in the parking lot with her arms crossed over her chest, and a scowl meant to intimidate, but really she just looked rather constipated. "Mrs. Romanoff?," You nodded, keeping your unbridled anger at bay, but still feeling it simmering from within, "Follow me."

Avery was sat in a chair with her knees pulled to her chest, her tear stained face resting on them, and her lip quivered when seeing you., "Mama?.," Your heart broke at the sight of the distraught girl, and as the door closed you took in the rest of the room. The principal was sat behind his desk with an ominous expression, to the right sat a slender woman in a suit with an obvious set of worry lines, the little boy beside her with the shiner fills you in on as to why that may be, and she looks pretty pissed.

"Mrs. Romanoff, so nice of you to join us, please do take a seat.," the principal booms, startling you from your observations, and you settle besides your daughter, a comforting arm wrapped around her as you do., "So, as you can see, your daughter Avery here did quite a number on Miss. Jones's son. We'd like to offer a respectful discourse of the next steps with you for your daughter's expected punishment."

The smile on the little boys face pisses you off, the matching one upon his mother's has you on the verge of seeing red. "Well, if we're talking punishment, what is it he'll be receiving then?," His mother scoffs, turning her body to face the man behind the desk, incredulously shaking her head and awaiting his expected defense.

"Well, as you can see your daughter is fine—." Now it's you scoffing, "Fine? My daughter who is shaking like a leaf, and who's sobbing is fine? Camren's apparently been bullying her for over a month now, your school never once did a thing about it, and once she retaliates you seem to care? Yet still, only she's up for suspension?"

Silence filled the tense space, the principal processing his next step, but the other parent cuts him off as she loses her temper., "Your daughter had no right to touch my angel, Camren said nothing that wasn't true, that's hardly classified as bullying if you ask me."

"It's a good thing I wasn't asking you then... Ave's, can you please tell mama what's been happening?" Her head lifts from her knees, you quickly pull her trembling form into your lap, and scratch up and down her back for comfort., "Well, he keeps calling me 'Tubby,' and 'Fat,' which makes all the other kids laugh at me and that makes me really sad. Then today he called you fat, and it just made me so mad Mama, so I punched him just like Mommy had taught me how, and then he shoved me to the ground, and said 'You're just a stupid fatty with two Mom's, you're such a freak.' After I got back to class they came to get me, and I was so scared because they wouldn't even let me call you..."

Your head was absolutely spinning, the words she'd stuttered out far more informative than the previous phone conversation, and the last bit tipped you over the edge of your fury., "Alright, I'm ready to talk, and I'll even be quick. Avery will receive no punishments, but Camren over there will be expelled effective immediately." The woman beside you gasps, and the principal stammers, "Ma'am, with all due respect, that's just not—."

"I'm going to stop you right there, had you actually respected me you'd have never let it get this far. I hope you know I have no problem making all of your lives a living hell, this school's existence is dependent upon the elite is it not? You know, such as Tony Stark, and The Black Widow, messing with them sounds like a PR nightmare to me, but what would I know right? Not like I'm married to one, and have the other on speed dial or anything."

The horrified looks on all parties present leaves you feeling accomplished, the reluctance on the man's face as he nods has you ready to laugh. "Miss Jones, it seems your son will have to find a new school, we here at Baxter Academy don't tolerate bullying of any kind, and upon further investigation it's clear your son had instigated it all, and Avery here was defending herself."

Camren and his mother jump up, scarily so, mirroring one another to the tee, and you fear for the boy's future as he never stood a chance., "Careful there Miss, my wife is a really talented lady, might blink and wake up in Heaven..." The pair leave in a huff after your clear threats, you stand too, prepared to leave yourself.

"Avery is not being suspended, but we will wave her need to attend for the week to allow her a chance to recuperate. We're truly sorry for all of these misunderstandings ma'am." You nod in appreciation, but little does he know his days here are equally as numbered, anyone who didn't protect your angel will be replaced before you even consider bringing her back.

Avery was attached to your hip when you left, quiet sobs still leaving her, and breaking you. Yelena already had Eliza, so she had no issue agreeing to pick up Sam after you'd briefly filled her in, Russian curses flying out, and you had no intention of translating so you hung up. "Angel, would you like to get ice cream with me and mommy? She's going to meet us there." She nodded against your shoulder, but still said nothing, and you were feeling a bit worried.

The car ride is silent at first, soft music playing while you drove around the city, giving her the moment to process, and for you to calm down. "Mama?" You hummed, "Are you fat? Am I? Was Camren and his mommy right then?" You'd expected the questions, but the rate at which they flew, and the brokenness in her tone you couldn't have been prepared for.

"Come here angel.," You gently command as you're now sat in the parking lot, and she climbs into your lap. You cup her chubby little cheeks, giggling as she further scrunches her face up when you kiss her little nose. "Well, yes, Mama is fat honey, but no, you're not fat at all lil lovey." Avery looks to you inquiringly, "Mama, why is being fat so bad anyways?"

You sigh, "There's nothing wrong with being fat honey, it's not a basis of someone's worth, and it's not even an accurate measurement of someone's overall health. Even if someone like Camren or his mom says otherwise, he was just trying to hurt your feelings. Nobody has a right to shame you for your weight, and if it ever happens again you come straight to me okay? All that matters in this life honey is that you're happy and healthy, and I feel like you're both."

"Oh, I'm so very happy mama! I am sorry he was trying to hurt your feelings, that's not very nice... You're the bestest, most beautifulest mama ever! He's just a little shit." You snort at your daughter's words, "Honey, that's a bad word...," She smiles mischievously, "I know, but mommy said it's sometimes okay to say when you're telling the truth, she says it a lot when we are out with Auntie Lena."

"Well, then I'll let it slide this time honey, but I will be talking to mommy..." She giggles, as if she knows she just stirred the pot, then she cuddles further into you as when you step out of the car, "I love you mama.," you kiss her forehead, "I love you too angel, now let's go enjoy some delicious ice cream!!," her squeals bring your heart a sense of peace as her spirits been successfully lifted.

Natasha's already sat at a table inside when you enter, you observe her pained expression, and when she looks up at you all she gives is a small smile that doesn't really reach her eyes. "Angel, I think mommy could use some love.," you settle her down, and she runs into Nat's open arms while you go to order the ice cream. Natasha's quickly smiling over her shoulder at you, the former assassins heart settling as she realized that you'd already taken care of it all as Avery excitedly talks her ear off.

Doesn't mean she won't handle it her way too, she's got her own skillset and lots of free time on her hands...

——

"Natasha, absolutely not!" You shriek as her phone is shoved in your face yet again, a horrid baby costume on display, "I don't see why we can't be a family of murderers, Halloween is for the spooky, you're being no fun!" You sigh, she drives a hard case, but you just refuse to relent here., "I'm not sending my family our first Halloween photos with Eliza dressed as the horrifying child from the Seed of Chucky!," a quiet correction following you, "Glenda."

You have to give it to your redheaded wife though, her Amazon killer wishlist is perfectly crafted; a gender bent Chucky costume for her, paired with a gorgeous Tiffany for you, and then your precious baby girl was in line to be the hideous Glenda. Avery and Sam were going to be enemies from her third favorite franchise, Nightmare on Elm Street. Sam was going to be a truly terrifying Freddy meant to go up against Avery's creepy Jason.

After hours spent pointlessly bickering with you Natasha caves, as she was always going to. So, while the kids spent the Saturday with the famed archer, you, Laura, and a reluctant Nat went out on the town to prepare for the month's festivities, and after hours of shopping you'd both returned to decorate the house.

Natasha's soured mood suddenly gone as she giddily creates a murder scene in the guest bathroom, while you set up a beautiful harvest wonderland on the front porch, oddly shaped gourds lining the banister, pumpkins on the steps, and faux hay bales replacing the year round seating.

Natasha comes barreling out of the front door, "Detka, come look at my masterpiece!," you retreat from her when red stained hands try to grab you by the face, "Oh, sorry detka..." Sheepishly she shifts her gaze to the porch, "This looks amazing honey, but you really need to come check mine out, it's an exact replica of one of Lena's and I's best assassinations. Don't worry, he was a literal scumbag."

"Even then, please do keep this information between us."

—

Natasha's hands are holding you by the hips, both of you stood before the mirror in your costumes., "Jinkies detka, you sure look hot.," her face falling against your shoulder, loudly laughing as you nudge her for using your catch phrase as a come on, "Velma and Daphne, the secret sapphics, sure you would've looked hot as Tiffany, but fuck, is it bad that I want to just rip this ensemble right off of you?"

"Of course it's bad, seeing as how the entire mystery team is downstairs waiting for us.," You tease the woman, turning around in her hold and squealing when she just pushes you up against the mirror., "Not even a quickie?" Natasha smirks as you work to shove her away, "No Nat, not even a quickie, now let's go..."

When you made it downstairs your special brood was already loaded up and ready to go. Eliza was in her Scooby Doo get up, sitting in the Mystery Machine wagon eating her peach Gerber puffs, Avery was taking on a gender bent Shaggy, and Sam was dressed as Fred. Everyone's costumes having been hand made by Wanda, and you're almost certain Natasha is the one who convinced her that Velma's skirt was this short as you had to pull it down again.

"Look who finally decided to join us..." Wanda knowingly teases as she's stood before you in her Hex Girls costume, and as you roll your eyes at her you land your gaze on the other two members, Yelena and Kate., "Sorry, I was having a bit of a wardrobe malfunction." You tease right back, seamlessly dodging the flying pumpkin, and heading straight out the front door with the wagon and baby in tow.

After getting a bunch of group photos together you'd driven off towards the rich neighborhood of Tony Stark. Natasha and you were walking hand in hand, smiling widely whenever your kids would beam to you about the full size bars, and then gasping when they returned with a wad of cash from another. Their innocent little smiles were enough to warm your entire being. Then you almost broke when all the little kids who were able to recognize your wife were running up to her in their Black Widow costumes, completely enthralled by meeting their actual hero, and she wasn't shy about the tears when they left and she leaned into you.

—

"My glasses! I can't see without my glasses.," You shriek as you flop onto the bed, throwing the prop glasses to the side table, looking up to see your wife smirking and shaking her head., "You are just so fucking cute detka...," She coos as she moves towards the bed, hands settling on your legs, inching up slowly as you squirm until she reaches the apex of your thighs.

"Jeepers Y/N, it seems you misplaced your panties too, but no worries, I'm on the case..." She gasps, soft hands bunching your skirt up, "And I'd have gotten away with this earlier, too, if it weren't for those meddling kids!" You laugh at her petty play on words directed at your children's rights to their festivities, slowly relaxing into the bed as she moves down your body to successfully solve the reoccurring mystery of your missing panties.

——

Christmas was only a week out, and the older kids were finally on vacation, so you had found the time to go ice skating in the city today. Natasha was apparently an expert so she was currently teaching the older two how it was done with an excitable Eliza strapped to her. You on the other hand were clinging to the wall for dear life while Yelena skated around you., "Y/N, it is not that hard, stop the dramatics.," "Give me your hand kiska, I will protect you.," (Pussy)

"Y/N, look up! It's the kissing plant!" Yelena smirked as she now stood before you, blocking your route, looking over your shoulder to her sister, who then followed her eye line to the mistletoe hanging above the both of you. "Y/N, we don't have much time! Kiss me, it will make Kate jealous enough to stop being so shy, and we both know Natasha will destroy you in bed." Yelena takes initiative as you stare her down in shock, leaning in her lips nearly meet yours, but just before they make their mark she's flying over the wall of ice by means of a booty bump., "Cyka..."

Eliza's giggles bring you back to see your wife's angry face now staring back at you., "Natty—." Her lips brutally smash into yours before you could defend yourself, only ever retreating when the smushed baby starts to fuss., "Mine!" A gentle smile thrown her way resolves her anger, "Natty, Lena was just being an idiot, and I was completely thrown off, I'm all yours..."

—

Yelena had kept her distance for the week so that Kate could nurse her 'back to health' after Natasha had severely bruised her buttocks. But since it was Christmas Eve, and you already made it up to your wife, forgiveness had been given to the blonde for the sake of the holidays.

You had just settled the excited kids down in bed, then made sure Kate and Yelena were comfortable in the guest room before meeting your wife in the living room to play Santa. "Detka, why does the jolly man get to give them the Nintendo Switch, and we're giving them stuff like books?," You settle beside her, taking the wrapping paper roll from her and get to work., "Well, because Santa would never give them books, and we value their education so we would."

She looks to you completely unconvinced, "Natty, it would be lame to tell the kids at school Santa got them 'Junie B. Jones' or 'Harry Potter,' but we both know they will also be held up in the book nook we built for them as soon as they're unwrapped. Plus, we also have the very special delivery coming with Wands, remember?"

She beams widely at the reminder, her initial excitement being the only reason you'd agreed to such a gift in the first place., "Detka, are you ready to go to bed? If my sources are correct they'll be waking us up soon, Avery being the source..." You settle the last of the kids gifts beneath the tree, then with her help you get off of the floor, and settle snuggly into her arms.

"I'll be up in ten my love, I have to run grab a couple of gifts from the car, and nibble on some carrots and cookies for the imagination of it all." Natasha grumbles but concedes, lips pressing to yours for a sweet kiss that neither of you want to pull away from, but in the end she does.

As soon as she's gone, aka the coast is now clear, you settle another set of gifts beneath the tree, a silly smile on your face as you do, a bit too excited for tomorrows reactions. Then you begrudgingly nibble on the sugar cookies, eat a bit of the reindeers mix, throwing the rest to the ground before scampering upstairs to get a couple hours of sleep.

—

"Wake up! Santa has come!" Your eyes flutter open expectantly at the excited voice, "Yelena! What the fuck? Where are the kids?" Natasha is annoyed, but honestly you're rather amused., "Don't be stupid Natalia, it's only 5:30 in the morning, they're still sleeping!"

Natasha chases her sister out of the room, and you use the time to stretch out before making your way down to start breakfast, ignoring the pained screams coming from the backyard, even looking away when Yelena's pleading eyes meet yours through the window.

The kids eventually come running down the stairs as the smell of cinnamon wafts through the house., "Mama, why is Auntie Lena holding peas to her cheek?" You stifle your giggles at your son's question, "She fell down the stairs.," Natasha is quick to answer him with a half lie "Oh no, are you okay?" He sadly asks, tiny hands moving to cup her good cheek, and she softens at the tenderness., "Yes malen'kiy." (little one)

Breakfast was a smooth experience, you getting the baby up and ready as you'd already eaten. Meeting everyone in the living room where they'd patiently been waiting, handing a tired Eliza to her mommy so that you could hand the gifts out one by one. Everyone was pleased, their squeals filling the space telling you so. The kids had already hugged everyone in the room, screamed their thanks to Santa Clause; Sam settled into the cushy reading nook, and Avery began setting up the switch.

"Looks like Santa had another gift to give." You beam, a big box wrapped in penguin paper in hand: To Yelena & Natasha | From: Santa written onto the pre-made sticker.

Natasha quirked her brow, while Yelena shook with anticipation in her seat as the box was settled between them., "Go on then, open it!" Yelena tore right into her end, while Natasha gently unwrapped her side like it was her job. "Oh my gosh! I've always wanted this since I saw it for the first time three seconds ago!" Yelena shrieks appreciatively, you giggle at the stark honesty, then within an instant your breath is gone as Natasha collides into you.

Fresh hot tears soak through your Christmas pajamas, and you just hold onto her tightly, because you didn't expect such a reaction from your wife, but it's also a totally acceptable one. "Thank you detka..." You smile as she speaks, "It wasn't me love, it was Santa..." her wet chuckle in response warms your body, and then there's a knock on the door.

Natasha pulls back from you with a wide smile, "It's time!" She sprints to the door, and you regather the kids, placing blindfolds over their eyes, and watching as your wife and best friend enter with adorable white cats with black tipped ears, and noses in their hands. Natasha lifts one up high showing it off in all its glory, and you smile warmly back at her excitement.

"Are you two ready for the surprise?"

"Auntie Wanda?! Are you our surprise?!" Wanda smiles at Avery's excitement for her, "No silly, but I did bring the surprise with me." Sam pipes up, "I'm ready! Please show us!" Natasha and Wanda step forward, gently settling the furry babies into their laps, and you uncover their eyes as they gasp at the new sensation.

Both kids squeal, "Oh my gosh!!!!" Sam pulling his into a loose embrace, while Avery nuzzled her nose to the bewildered cats. "This is the best gift, thank you so much —." Avery paused.

"I picked them up, but your mom's got them." Wanda answers her silent question, and both kids jump up to hug all the adults present anyways.

Wanda headed towards the kitchen to start the Christmas dinner, her supposed gift to you, and so you settled down with Eliza to help her understand the new toys she'd just received. Sam took 'Liho' to the reading nook with him, and the cat happily slept at his side. Avery spent her time explaining the game she was learning herself to 'Tigger,' who just stared at her as if he understood her completely. Natasha and Yelena, with the help of Kate began to use their Easy Bake Oven from Santa. Testing their treats out on unsuspecting victims all day, and everyone had pretended to like it for the sake of their feelings.

—

Natasha and you'd happily settled into your bed after the long day of Christmas festivities. Sleep consuming your mind the minute your body had hit the mattress, but Natasha found herself wide awake, the joy today brought her had kept her mind running a mile a minute. Liho was lying on her legs, purring like crazy, while Tigger was asleep upon her greatest accomplishment in life's tummy.

Holidays tended to be a time of reminiscing, and that's exactly what she was doing with her fingers in your hair, and a smile on her face. Everything good in her life is because of you, and her heart fluttered wildly at the thought of what could've been had she never gone into the Glory Hole all those years ago.

The peace you brought to her when all she ever knew was chaos, the pure love you give to her so freely and unconditionally, or how the beautiful family you blessed her with would just cease to exist, and the more she ponders she realizes that's not a reality she could bare to face, so she settles herself into bed, allowing your scent to calm her nervous system, and sighing as the exhaustion starts to set in.

Just as soon as she'd laid her head down on your chest though the door creaked open. Three sets of little eyes stared at the redhead, and she silently beckoned them over with the wave of her hand, and they quickly obliged. Avery passed Eliza to Natasha, then crawled in between the two of you, Sam settled between your legs, with his hand atop the cat already sleeping there, and the other loosely in yours.

Natasha falls asleep just as soon as everyone's breathing evens out, "Ya lyublyu tebya moya prekrasnaya sem'ya.," the last words she utters as her eyes fluttered shut.

(I love you my beautiful family)

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Come Home

Summary: Life has a way of bringing your past back to life.

Pairings: ScarletWidow x GN!Widow!Reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (in that order, my favourite :) )

Warnings: Some really cute stuff at the start involving thunderstorms, gore, blood, swords and batons, mind control, stupid HYDRA/Red Room experiments, light mention of future sexual acts (but none actually there, just some hair-pulling).

Requested: YES/no

Words: 3,803

A/N: The fight scene between you and your girls is taken from Supergirl, 1x20, and I just think everyone should go watch that fight scene because it’s so cool! :):):)

It wasn’t a calm morning you woke up to. Thunder rolled outside and lightning struck from above, jolting you awake until you felt two pairs of arms around you.

“Easy, malen’kiy (little one). We’re here.” Natasha cooed beside your ear, her morning voice making you focus.

You felt Wanda’s fingers touch underneath your chin before her whisper. “Open your eyes, Iubirea mea (my love).”

You whimpered as the thunder rumbled again - it was so loud, and it shook the walls of your room with ferocity that made you shrink further into yourself. Wanda’s words echoed in your ear again and you slowly opened them to the emerald pools that were filled with something you weren’t quite sure of.

“Hi, darling.” Wanda murmured, holding her hand in front of your face as little sparks of magic twirled around her fingers.

“Focus on the magic, honey.”

She made it dance around you whilst Natasha tickled your chest lightly with her fingers, only enough to give you small chills. She too, was enraptured in Wanda’s light show, kissing your shoulder every now and then to let you know she was there.

“That’s it. Are you here, Y/N/N?” Natasha kissed the skin of your neck softly, brushing away your hair to get impossibly closer to you.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, focusing on Wanda’s magic before you pressed your cheek into her palm, feeling a sense of pure relaxation overwhelm you.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Always, porumbel (dove).”

“Any time, printsessa (princess).”

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In the gym, you stuck to sparring with Natasha whilst Wanda watched, keeping you in check so that you wouldn’t go for the kill.

Six months ago, you escaped from the Red Room/HYDRA experimental group known as Death Widows, which consisted of three of the most elite killing machines in the world. After having been exposed to a black dust, your mind had been wrenched from the grip of Dreykov and Zola, who you now knew died within his technological prison.

For the first month, you were wild. You had to be kept in control of Wanda by wispy binds whenever someone interacted with you and nobody was allowed to come inside your little cage. But Natasha… Natasha was different.

The moment she stepped inside, you shied away from her. Nobody understood it, nobody understood you, but she did.

The second month, you got slightly better. You could let Natasha in as she sat across the room from you, but other than that, no progress was made.

It wasn’t until the third month that things really started to get going. You had grown accustomed to Natasha, but with the introduction of Wanda as her girlfriend, you lashed out - you quickly learnt that Wanda was powerful. Her red wisps held you in place and you couldn’t so much as breathe without her command.

But she wasn’t cruel, not like your previous jailors. She made you every meal and the duo sat with you until you ate it all, not wanting to go down the path Natasha had taken after her defection. But soon enough, they saw the signs. The withdrawals of the drugs they gave you; the sweats, the deliriousness, the begging and pleading to get your hands around someone’s throat.

But every day you worked with Wanda to get rid of that programming - by sparring with Natasha. You two were toe to toe, matched up in a way nobody else could match the other, but Natasha’s distracted mind let your old one see her weakness.

Your body and mind fought one another, your entire being shaking as you struggled to control yourself. One part of you screamed, telling you to kill her by breaking her windpipe and then finishing it with a bullet in her head. The other calmly whispered in your ear, the two tones of the women telling you to calm down.

“Natasha, stop.” Wanda leapt up and stood in front of you, palms already glowing as she guided your hands to the Widow’s throat.

“Come on, Y/N, fight it.”

In Natasha’s eyes, she could see your two sides. Your fingers shaking to grip tighter, but your whimpers and whines forcing you to not. You stood like that for a solid thirty seconds, the longest thirty seconds of your life, until you wrenched your hands away and fell onto your back.

You let out a long sigh of relief as Wanda’s power left your body, your realisation making you chuckle. “I’m almost free.”

“Indeed you are, love.” Natasha smirked, helping you stand.

She pulled you into her by the knot of your shorts, kissing you feverishly whilst Wanda whined from beside you. “I would like to give my congratulations too.”

Natasha’s snicker broke the cherry-flavoured kiss and she let go of your shorts, only for Wanda to slowly dance her fingers up your arms, watch you shiver and kiss you softly, her lips tasting like strawberries.

She pulled away from you and watched your stupor lift, giggling mischievously whilst you came back to the Earthian plane. You shook your head at the both of them before a chime rang above you.

“Mx. L/N, Director Fury has sent you a mission that he would like you to look over.” FRIDAY spoke after the chime, making you grin.

“My first mission! Can you believe it?! I’m gonna ace it!” You raced off to find your mission folder, leaving Natasha to hook her arm around Wanda.

“I’m scared, Tasha. What if something goes wrong?” The witch murmured, hoping that her soft voice would not be heard by the lords of jinx.

“I’m scared too, Wands, but you gotta trust them. Put some faith in them, like I did in you.” Natasha chuckled, kissing her lover’s cheeks before they began to train.

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Everything went smoothly. It was a simple mission and you had some SHIELD agency backup, but you were the lead and you took charge. You followed all of Natasha’s tips that were stored in your mind whilst Wanda’s words of encouragement helped you to calm down when you killed.

It was a gruelling first month as an official Avenger, with a total of six missions in the total thirty days. You had two back-to-back, then three with a two day break in between, and then one last one a week before your birthday.

You sat on the floor of your shower as you scrubbed at your legs, cleaning the dirt off whilst taking care around a few grazes from tumbles and other things… bullets, knives, et cetera

You knew that if you told your girlfriends or if they saw your injuries, they wouldn’t let you go on a mission. It was like a new drug custom-made for you - the high of completing a mission was a tempting offer, but the aftermath of your tired body was getting too much to handle.

You got out of the shower ten minutes later, having run through your daily shower thoughts, and stepped out to see Wanda and Natasha waiting on your bed, the redhead propped between the brunette’s legs.

“Hi, darling. How was your mission?” Wanda asked, twirling Natasha’s hair between her fingers mindlessly.

“It was good. Got the bad guys and whatnot, but it was nice to fight for the good guys.” You smiled, turning around nervously to get changed.

You heard no creak of the bed and assumed you would turn around to see them still sitting there, but when a pair of beefy Russian arms wrapped around your waist, you stiffened and watched as they stroked underneath the hem of your shirt.

“You wanna tell us why you were thinking of hiding your injuries? For example… this bullet graze?” Natasha’s thumb over that exact wound on your stomach, making your happiness cut short.

“It’s just a graze…” You grumbled, pulling out of her arms.

You felt your legs get taken out from underneath you before you landed on the bed, wrapped up in Wanda’s warmth that you didn’t even try to fight it - you knew you would lose.

“Where’s my baby injured? Let me fix them all.” Wanda began to lift your shirt but you shoved it back down.

“Girls, I’m fine! I got checked out by Cho and she said that they were all minor. I don’t need stitches, I don’t need any creams or magic. They’ll heal and leave a tiny mark, if they even leave a mark.”

Natasha sat on the side of the bed and took your arm, which Wanda held in place, before the Widow got some medical cream and a box of band-aids. She dabbed some cream on a cut on your arm and placed one band-aid on it, lifting the bottom of your shirt as her next destination.

You realised they weren’t going to let you go until each and every wound was covered, so you started listing off the scrapes you had and they grew concerned when you talked about one on your head.

“Y/N/N… did you do a concussion test with Cho?” Natasha asked.

“Yes.” You told her the truth, unable to lie to her even if you were a master liar.

“And?”

You looked down at Wanda’s ring-covered fingers and didn’t answer her, making her fingers take your chin and grip it tightly to face her.

“And?” She asked again, her eyes boring into yours as she searched for the truth.

“A few days off.” You pushed her hand away, grumbling and mumbling about how it was dumb to be put off of missions.

Now Wanda tilted your head up to meet her eyes, a stern look in them you hadn’t seen much of. “If you ever go out on a mission when Cho or someone has told you not to, you will wish you had told us the truth.”

“What if I didn’t?” You taunted, feeling tired and annoyed.

Natasha’s hand gripped your mop of wet hair, holding you in place. “You’ll wish you did.”

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It was almost the end of your ‘few days off’, much to your excitement, and you had slept in on this new morning whilst Wanda and Natasha had not. They were busy planning your surprise birthday party when you walked into the kitchen, hungry.

“Well hello, you.” Wanda chuckled at your bedhead.

“Mmm.” You answered, zombie-like with your half-open eyes.

You popped two slices of bread in the toaster and set the kettle to boil, which left you only one thing to do - lean on Natasha’s beefy body. When not in use, she made for a good pillow, and you almost fell asleep on her before your toast popped.

“Come on, let Wanda do your breakfast. You know how much she loves making us food.” Natasha snickered, picking you up easily before she placed you on the couch, your legs propped up onto her lap.

“Whatcha doing?” You murmured, eyes closed.

“I’m doing some file organisation.” She lied, which was easy to do when you were half-asleep.

Wanda soon stood behind you, grinning as she hung over you. “Y/N/N, sit up, love.”

You saw the plate in her hands and instantly did as asked, eyes wide open as you tucked into your favourite breakfast. Wanda smirked beside you and it felt so domestic for her - this is what she wanted, to have you both by her side without fear of losing you.

But fate had a way of messing with her.

“Mx L/N, you are needed urgently on the next Quinjet out.” FRIDAY blared from above, your eyes widening as you almost threw the plate onto the table and rushed out.

“Y/N, wait!” Your girls raced after you and saw you slipping on your suit.

“Y/N, you’re not clear for missions. You can’t go.”

“They need me, Natasha! I can’t not go!” You huffed, getting annoyed at your zipper.

“Stupid freaking frakking zipper!”

Your girls would normally laugh at your use of non-curse words, but now was not the time. Wanda’s magic slipped your suit on, did your hair up and readied your weapons.

“If you’re going out there, you’re going out there with a full arsenal.” She muttered sternly, pulling you in with two tendrils.

“You come back, okay? You come back to us and we will yell at Fury for picking you after.”

You nodded and gave them quick pecks on their lips before Wanda teleported you to the loading dock, the duo watching as the jet lifted off.

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Nothing.

Not a sound in the compound but Fury’s boots.

You had not returned to base after the mission and Fury was getting worried, even if he would never admit it aloud. He checked your body cam footage but it cut out before any valuable information came up, except for the fact that the entire team of agents had been slaughtered. He was still struggling to get the logic of how strong someone had to be to rip someone’s head off by their mouth, or how much force was needed to squish someone’s skull, but he knew someone would do the maths for him.

“FRIDAY, get those two down here.” He muttered as he stood in the meeting room, hiding his fears deep within his mind and face.

Soon enough, Natasha and Wanda entered, with Wanda’s eyes glowing red and Natasha’s eyebrows creased.

“Maximoff, eyes.” He grumbled.

“I can’t turn them off.” She answered.

It had been two days since you left, and Wanda’s powers were getting the best of her. She would always come to you to help calm her down, but without you, they were slowly building up inside of her.

“Agent L/N is missing in action.” Fury stated.

Both girls froze for a moment before their lips thinned in anger. Natasha walked up to him and raised her hand to slap him, but she couldn’t, not to him. “How?” She muttered, her voice shaking slightly.

“We don’t know. The body cam footage didn’t give us any helpful information. We’re gathering agents to go and do some recon, scope out the place and then report back.”

“Good. Keep us updated.”

The two women left and Fury let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

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Fury kept his promise and updated the girls on their progress, but when they received an email with a video link, their hearts dropped. There, in the middle of the blurred frame, was you.

With HYDRA’s symbol on your belt buckle.

“FRIDAY, get everyone to the Quinjet.” Natasha ordered as Wanda’s magic slipped both of their suits on.

The jet was quick to rise in the air, with Clint, Steve, Bucky, and Sam as the only other available Avengers. Sure, they would have liked more, but Tony had given Natasha clearance with some of his Iron Legion, so she had them tag along behind.

“This is how it’s going down - Y/N is getting out of there in any way possible. Whether we drag them through the snow or if they come willingly. Wanda will be trying to break HYDRA’s control whilst the rest of us take down the base. Got it?”

Everyone nodded and dispersed, leaving Natasha to crouch in front of Wanda as red mist and wisps curled around her fingers.

“It’s not stopping.” The witch muttered, looking at Natasha with her reddened eyes.

In Fury’s meeting, it was simply her irises that had turned red. Now, it was her entire eye, including her pupil, that was a dark scarlet red. Natasha took Wanda’s hands and kissed them softly, running her fingers along the creases of her palms.

“We’ll get them back. They’re ours, not HYDRA’s. We just gotta help them remember.” She assured the young brunette before Steve alerted her that they were arriving.

“Iron Legion, pair with a 2:1 ratio of Legionnaire to Avenger.”

As they stepped out, the Legionnaires separated into the designated ratio whilst Wanda and Natasha intertwined their hands as a silent promise - whatever happened, they would do it together.

Sirens began to wail from above and they watched as agents began to pour out, some of them being taken down by sniper shots from hiding Legionnaires. Natasha gave Wanda’s hand a squeeze and the witch let out small but powerful blasts, rendering five, ten agents useless after each one.

A double squeeze from Natasha had Wanda stop, following the Widow’s eyes to see you. You walked out with a sharp sword in hand, dried blood shining from it as the snow of the forest reflected the flickers of sunlight.

“Y/N? Are you here?” Wanda asked, her voice shaking.

“Vdova Smerti. Unichtozh'te vse tseli. (Death Widow. Eliminate all targets.)” A voice echoed out from the speakers and they watched as you moved towards them, your sword dragging through the snow.

“Y/N, don’t make me have to fight you.” Natasha warned, pulling out her electric batons.

“Tasha, it’s not Y/N!” Clint coached through her earpiece and she sighed, walking down to you.

“Do smerti. (To the death.)” You stated, readying your sword.

Natasha nodded, going along with it until she could find a weak spot.

You swung your sword up towards her head as she dove under, dodging your strikes but you kicked one baton out of her grip. She dropped them for a moment and gripped your wrists, yet a seething pain ripped through her palms.

“Wanda, they’ve got acid on their suit!” Natasha yelled, focusing on you.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there. This isn’t you, you don’t want to do this.”

“U nikh net vybora. (They have no choice.)”You kicked into her stomach and she fell back, rolling out of the way of your slashes until you leapt up and stabbed down.

You missed, and the sword drove through the snow and into what could only be compact dirt, which didn’t shatter the sword but it did make it hard to remove. Natasha scrambled away and ducked when Wanda’s mind yelled at her to, metal plating from the base wrapping around you whilst shrouded in red mist.

You looked at your trapped arms and pressed a button on your glove, the acid on your suit leaking out more as it ate at the metal. You strode towards Natasha, chuckling darkly as she struggled to stand, the acid still on her hands and eating at her flesh.

“Oni budut smotret', kak ikh mech pronzayet vashe serdtse. Togda oni budut nashimi naveki. (They are going to watch as their sword goes through your heart. Then, they will be ours for eternity.)” The words slipped out of your mouth as you raised your sword.

“Y/N/N, stop!” Wanda yelled from behind you, causing your arms to stop moving.

“This isn’t you! Y/N, you can beat this! You can beat their programming, I know you can!”

You looked back at her and scoffed. “Nobody can stop me. I am a Death Widow!”

“No, you’re not. You’re Iubirea mea (my love) and you are Natasha’s malen’kiy (little one). You are ours, Y/N/N, not theirs. That is your past, not your future.”

You turned back to Natasha, focusing on the mission.

“You are not gonna hurt me, you are not going to hurt Natasha. We are stronger together, Y/N, and you are the strongest of us all. Natasha believes in you, I believe in you too.”

You looked down at the quivering Natasha, her eyes boring into your soul whilst your programming spoke. “I AM A DEATH WIDOW! I ALWAYS FINISH MY MISSION!”

“You are Y/N L/N, and nothing on Earth can change that.” Wanda muttered, now only a few feet away from you whilst your sword still pointed at Natasha’s neck.

“Come back to us, Y/N/N. Come home.”

With your distracted mind, she cupped your cheeks and pressed her forehead against yours. You dropped the sword and fell away from Wanda, scrambling back as you gripped your head tightly.

“Stop, stop, stop it! Stop it!” Your eyes were squeezed shut and you looked down at your suit, ripping it off and exposing yourself to the harsh cold but you needed to get it off.

“That’s it, moya lyubov (my love). Fight it.” Natasha cooed, coming towards you slowly.

“You’re so strong, Y/N. Keep fighting it.” Wanda added, kneeling down in front of you.

Her magic danced in front of your eyes. “Focus on the magic, honey.”

You shook your head wildly as you gripped your hair tightly, your body tensing up before it felt like a switch went off in your mind. Your whole body stopped, like a factory reset, and you opened your eyes.

You looked around you and eyed the two women, your memories slowly flooding back. “Nat… Tasha? Wanda? Where… Where am I?”

They both had tearful eyes as they tackled you, holding you close. “You’re home.”

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When you woke up to an empty bed, you shivered at the cold sheets outside of your warm cocoon. You tucked yourself further into the sheets and whimpered, remembering what you did underneath HYDRA’s control.

“Mx L/N, would you like me to get Ms Romanoff and Ms Maximoff?” FRIDAY asked you.

You nodded weakly, feeling completely drained, but when they entered, you scrambled as far back on the bed as possible.

“Please… I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“Lyubov, you can’t hurt us. You can never hurt us.” Natasha smiled sadly as you looked at her with complete fear in your eyes that she recognised.

It was fear in yourself, fear and certainty that you should be locked up somewhere.

“Don’t think like that, porumbel (dove). You belong here, with us.” Wanda cooed, sliding into the bed to bring you close to her.

“W-What if I try to kill you in my sleep? How will I even know if I’m s-sleeping or dreaming?” You asked, shaking slightly.

“We will be here in either one.” Natasha moved in behind you as Wanda pulled you over on the bed.

“And if I lose you? I can’t lose you, I-I don’t know what I’d do if I lost even one of you.” You murmured, fiddling with the collar of Wanda’s shirt.

“You won’t, but if you do… you can always find us. You can find me in the candles, lighting your way back to us.” The witch replied, your body relaxing as Natasha’s manicured nails came to brush through your hair.

“And I will always guide you back. Any little owl you see, that’s me, helping you find your way back to us.” The Widow whispered, kissing your cheek.

You exhaled slowly, trying to grasp everything. “I’m scared.” You whimpered.

Natasha shushed you lightly, holding your cold body close to her Russian warmth. “You don’t have to be scared anymore, malyshka (baby). Wanda and I are going to help you get back in control, just like we did when we met you.”

“That is a promise we can keep, Iubirea mea (my love). Now sleep. You can rest now.” Wanda kissed your temple as you closed your eyes, filling your mind with happy dreams whilst she worked on removing your programming once again.

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EM HAYWOOD — summer prompts 🍋

A/N: writing this quickly with a cold and before that vertigo has me spread out like Anderson Paak in that one music video lmao. This was meant to be out last month during pride but there is no limit to that sugar in your tank if you catch my drift! 😜 Also we’re always spreading love to THEE mother Keke so I thought why not? Hope ya’ll are still out there reading and it might be time for me to give NOPE another watch this summer! This is a mixture of fluff & humor mostly since the last one I wrote ages ago! really wasn’t that. Although I love a little spookiness too, otherwise I wouldn’t be called “Octobers” for nothing! You’ll find that out towards the end ❤️‍🔥

PROMPTS are from here & I’m using: “i know it’s hot but we have to go grocery shopping, get up...” + “roll the windows up, I’m about to put the AC on.”

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The sleep was hitting okay!

Especially when it took forever to get comfortable in this new home and you were managing the electric bill. Emerald was used to the heat SoCal would bring growing up in Agua Dulce but moving out to Lancaster? That dirt was bringing up a different type of heat—despite being only twenty something minutes away! But she didn’t mind spending the extra money so that the both of you could be comfortable.

With the way inflation is set up and companies are increasing everything every month just because they felt like that was the answer to their problems was a problem. You weren’t having it and settled on opening windows and fans majority of the time while Emerald let it slide…except for today.

You’re sleeping on your stomach, cheek pressed into a pillow made for hotels, covers a tangled web over your now room temp body as you rest peacefully. Which was a contrast to what started at the beginning of the hot uncomfortable night, you were home alone dressed in nothing but a oversized white t-shirt and Em was hanging out at the ranch with OJ and Angel. The invitation was always open for you to join but you needed to get some last minute things done for work, so you stayed behind to meet that deadline.

It was funny how that worked out, you being a digital journalist who fell in love with a charming woman, who went through a unexplainable experience that is still talked about to this point in time. If you thought Emerald Haywood was a talker, then that made you a believer and combined? That made the both of you a invested duo.

You thought you had it all figured out, since the trio received a nice “settlement” if that’s what you want to call it—once the higher ups were involved but that didn’t mean you didn’t want to put in the effort towards this home. Em’s name maybe on the deed and she wanted you to live with her but you’re the piece that made this feel like home.

Emerald’s dreams were always big and bright, she had no issue being a hustler but with you by her side you had to level her out just a bit and so she wouldn’t get too crazy when it came to home shopping. Sure house shopping was actually kind of fun; you personally didn’t think too much about it before, since you were still scrapping for money once living underneath your elementary school teacher mother’s home. It was just the two of you since your brother moved off to Texas with his girlfriend; that your mother didn’t particularly like but respected that her eldest wanted to start a new chapter elsewhere.

She just didn’t expect her daughter to go off and do the same thing a year later. Your mother tended to be harder on you than she was on your older brother but you stemmed that as your mother being dependent on you. Relax! Y’all were finally in therapy working that out and it definitely wasn’t with the help of Em’s ex, that would be a huge red flag.

So yeah there was some things going on along with some heat? You were going to do everything in your power to ease that electricity bill. Even if a nagging throbbing headache started to occur? Ice packs were in your reach for your dear forehead and back of your neck. If the walls were getting sticky? Put the fans on blast and rotate and open up those large windows to allow some fresh air in. You had it figured out and definitely was known as the DIY queen.

Emerald was staring down at you adoringly, kiss going right to the side of your neck before she lightly shook your shoulder, “wakey wakey, baby.”

You huffed, keeping your eyes closed, normally Emerald was the heavy sleeper but for some reason she wanted to be up and at ‘em, “huh?”

“We got things to do.”

“…like?” You croaked, knowing you needed some water soon.

“Plenty. First we need to get more gas and fill up the portable tanks, then we need to pick up Bam Cooke and Cathaway.” Emerald started counting your to-do list as she began pacing beside your side of the bed.

You honestly forgot your mom had your dog and cat (they were named after some soulful legendary singers, name creds completely go to emerald for this one!) for the weekend.

Peeking over at your nightstand you squinted trying to see the time and settled on snatching your phone instead.

8:56am.

Unlocking your phone you checked the weather and sighed, “there’s also a heat advisory today and tomorrow.”

“Girl what else is new? We also need to eat. I know it’s hot but we have to go grocery shopping, get up.” Emerald stated with her hands digging into hips, after she just yanked the curtains open to reveal the sunlight.

Slapping a slighty damp arm over your eyes after resting your phone back on the night stand, you exhaled, “can’t we just do a delivery service?”

“Yeah, we can. But you’ve been cooped up in this house for who knows how long. Like when’s the last time you’ve been to the office or been interacting with people?”

You’ve interacted with plenty people! That’s the perks of working remotely, you chatted only when necessary—although that also started to feel like a ghost town? Ghost server? it was still enough socializing for you with a employer that was basically a chatty Kathy that loved video calls and phone calls that could go on for hours every other day.

“Interacting with you and my mom is more than enough,” you mumbled, “plus we still have to get this house together, things are still in boxes, and we’re still waiting on backordered items.”

Emerald scoffed with a fan of her hand, “we’ll worry about that in due time! There’s no timeline to when this place has to be together, it’s about what we make of it.”

Which didn’t stop her from having a house warming with her group of close friends and your best friend. You wouldn’t have minded if it was just family but having friends over when the decor wasn’t even in the state was a little annoying. However emerald was open to sharing with everybody, her success was basically everyone’s success, although you tried to hint that one of her friends out of the group seemed to be moving a little funny after Emerald came into that money.

True tea.

You repeated after a yawn, “Grocery shopping?”

Emerald nodded as she approached the bed in her bra, brief’s, and rodded hair. She then climbed up onto the bed, standing over you as she lightly sang, “oooowoaaahyeaaah!”

Snorting you teased with some snaps, “Okay, Hannah.”

Winking, Em spun off the bed as you pushed up onto your elbows, “you need help taking your rollers out?”

“I got it, baby, thank you.” Emerald called out as she entered the bathroom, “you can help me pick it out though…never mind yo ass is heavy handed.”

“Compared to who?”

“Me myself and I.”

You rolled your eyes as you tossed the covers back, reaching for your tumbler so you can down some water, before joining your girlfriend in the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Now…drives to the grocery store was just as if you were in the south. This you knew since you were originally from North Carolina but finished your senior year and attended college in California. Emerald was always in the driver’s seat out of your relationship but it was amplified with the new car y’all were leasing. You offered to get out and pump the gas along with refilling the extra jugs, leaving Emerald to sit sideways, checking social media while her elbows dug into her knees with the door wide open, legs begging for some air since…you guessed it! wouldn’t drive with the AC on either.

Gas stations were never far from the house living in Lancaster but going to the grocery store? That required at least a thirty-five minute drive on the highway and there was a accident, which was taking this little outing much more time than usual.

Emerald was getting impatient while you sat with your legs up on the dash of your Honda sport, hands throw up and locked behind the headrest while you gently nodded your head along to the Afrobeat mix.

The side eye game was strong as Emerald peeked over at you, completely at ease in this weather. Yeah she should be used to this weather and normally she is but with a heat wave with barely a breeze brought on some agitation for real.

Sitting bumper to bumper, tumblers of water in the cup holders, heat rays roasting the brown on Emerald’s hands and arms, and the drip of sweat sliding down the back of her neck towards her back was enough for Emerald’s Patience to wear very thin. With one hand on wheel and the other shooting out to mess with the knobs and buttons on the dash, caught your attention.

“roll the windows up, I’m about to put the AC on.” Emerald started before sitting up straight and glanced over her shoulder, “I’m also about to float this motherfucker.”

Your eyes went wide after cautiously rolling your window up and latching onto the door before Emerald whipped the car out of the slow lane, now flying down the emergency lane towards the next exit, quickly influencing some cars to follow right behind.

You breathed, “Excuse me, Samuel L. Jackson.”

“You ain’t know? That’s my uncle.” Emerald curled her lips into a smile, proud of herself before increasing the volume of the music by the steering wheel.

Shaking your head, you lowered your feet onto the floor, stretching before sitting up on the passenger side. You were already comfy before but now you had to reach into the backseat to reach for your crochet blanket you made last winter to toss over your bare thighs.

“Sorry but we’ve been inside the house with no AC during ninety degree weather and there ain’t no type of breeze outside! If we’re gonna be outside, we need to survive.” Emerald claimed as she paused at the stop sign before turning right.

You shrugged, “We got a full tank now so it’s whatever.”

Emerald hummed at this before holding her hand out to rest on top of your blanket, “Guess that means now we can be cute and hold hands without being sweaty.”

“Uh uh, both hands on the wheel Ms. Float this muthafucka.”

A laugh bubbled out of Emerald’s lips at this, “Fine, if that’s how you wanna do me.”

“Safety first,” you raised one finger in the air before pushing your glasses up the bridge of your oily nose.

“You right, can’t have nothing interfering with my baby and I.”

“That’s riiiight.”

“Oooh, alto.”

You laughed.

Eventually the both of you made it to the grocery store after eleven, the parking lot wasn’t packed but had a nice little crowd filling the area.

“Good, now we can use the corporations’ air instead, knowing they’re about to sell us some overpriced eggs.” Emerald told you as you walked the aisle, making a elderly woman glance at you two.

You laughed, watching as the woman slowly smiled at your conversation before carrying on. Emerald was pushing the carriage and you were rotating between hanging onto the crook of her arm and holding onto the side of the carriage.

“That’s my girl.” You praised as Emerald pointed at you.

Stopping at the vegetables section, you bounced up on your toes as you noticed the organic section up ahead, “Ooh, I see that tangerine juice we like. Let me grab that before there’s none left.”

“Yes please do! I’m gonna get into these bell peppers and zucchini.”

“Alright,” you tapped the carriage before departing.

Folding your arms and humming to the soft 80s jams the store played, you took your time heading over to the organic section, briefly glancing at the other sections before getting to the main one that sparked your interest. Standing in front of the mid-sized section, you scanned the various of drinks and decided on three main ones.

First you picked up the tangerine juice, tucking it underneath your arm, some kombucha that people were raving about on tiktok, and finally when you reached for the small bottle of pomegranate juice, you paused as another hand was reaching for the same thing.

“Oh,” the voice says, making you turn to them.

Hey listen, normally you weren’t the type to say much on anyone’s appearance but the woman with the sun hat and wicked smile made you feel some type of way. Her green eyes were large, almost too large that they looked too big for her tight pinched face. Her ears were also pointed and stuck out from her long frizzy jet black hair, lots of teeth, thin barely there brows, and pale skin the color of powder.

“Looks like there’s only one left of the little ones.” The woman spoke, taking note that your eyes went to the four large bottles to the right of the smaller bottle.

“Mhm.”

The woman’s eyes almost widened as she said, “A little goes a long way, don’t you think?”

“Sure does. My mimi—my grandmother, used to have a pomegranate tree. Learned to love them from a young age.”

“How wonderful,” the woman commented, “I sense southern roots…where about? Princeville?”

You halted and pushed your glasses further up the bridge of your nose at that. You knew your history regardless of being a journalist or not but this didn’t feel like good ‘ol southern chat with this woman. It felt invasive and unsettling.

Clearing your throat, you pulled on the top of the bottle, weighing the juices in your arms as the woman cradled the basket that held small amounts of pink petals that grew from the lengthy green leaves and stems. Almost as if she pulled the shrubs up herself, which you noticed she had lace gloves covering her hands. You’ve never seen flowers like those and planned on picking up some here later but there was a feeling in your gut telling you otherwise.

“A much bigger city,” you responded with a small smile, “my family leaves their mark wherever they go. We tend to be active in many communities. Excuse me, I have to get back to shopping.”

The woman kept a smile on her face as you talked, not blinking once as you conversed. She turned while you walked by her before she called out to you, “Yes, Miss. we all have to finish our deeds before God pours the storm on us. You should enjoy that juice to ease his suffering and return.”

You didn’t grant the woman a word or a glance as you sped-walked back to Em who also happened to be chatting with a bald buff man. You caught their attention as you placed the items back into the carriage, almost roughly.

“Hey baby, this is my new friend, Duncan. He listens to Angel and I’s podcast…matter of fact, why don’t you snap a pic on our phones so I can send it to him and our socials?”

“Really? Oh no. I don’t want to trouble you.”

“Oh please! Anybody that’s a supporter of mine, can get something as simple as a conversation and a picture. Don’t be shy on me now, Duncan!”

The man grinned as he cautiously held out his phone to you, “Only if you don’t mind?”

This was nothing new.

Ever since operation nope hit the internet and radio stations, people were intrigued to know the people who took it on. You didn’t feel any sort of way when people would come up to Emerald, you admired how she handled herself with grace, chatting with people with ease as they inquired about the what and the how.

Although she was advised not to speak much on it, with hush money, her and Angel still touched on some of it on their supernatural podcast: UNO U KNOW U.F.NO! Yes it was lengthy title that was abbreviated when you search for it but it makes sense if you’re observant and think about it. The listeners that get it, get it and those that don’t?

They don’t listen.

You seemed to be on autopilot, taking the phones as you snapped a few pictures, which Duncan thanks you two for before the both of you carried on shopping. You didn’t see the woman around anymore and that still didn’t make you feel alright.

“Can we hurry out of this section, em?”

“Yeah sure,” Emerald responded as she finished up some texts before shoving her phone into her back pocket, “we only need some fruits then we can head out into the main aisles.”

“I think we’ll be fine with frozen fruits, we don’t eat the fresh ones fast enough.”

“Speak for yourself, there’s nothing wrong with stocking up.” Em leaned on the carriage as she pushed forward, “don’t worry about a thing, I’m buying.”

Quietly you responded, “okay,” eyes still searching the area around you.

Emerald raises her brows at this, stopping in front of the pineapples, “…you okay? Is The AC making your head hurt again or something? Usually you’re all up for debating on who wants to pay.”

“I’m fine.”

“If you say so,” a look of uncertainty passed on Emerald’s face as she wrapped the pineapple in a plastic bag for protection before placing it into the carriage.

The tension in your shoulders almost faltered as the both of you went through the main floor, breezing through two aisles until you got to the third one. You stood in front of the carriage while Em voiced her complaints on oat milk and coconut milk. She had her back to the opposite end of the aisle while from your peripheral you saw a flash of black.

Turning your head, you glanced out the aisle and saw no one for awhile before a customer walked by with a carriage.

“I mean I don’t even care for oat milk like that, I think it messes with my stomach. Almond milk ain’t all that and coconut milk is only good for certain meals…wait a damn minute they got rice milk? How do they do that?!” Emerald browsed the milks in awe.

It was when you turned back, you saw her. She was walking by the aisle, raising a few fingers to wave at you, sickening smile planted on her lips, except her green large eyes were almost see-through, a silver tone that flashes as she went by.

Hell. nawl.

Leaving the carriage behind, you backed up in the other direction and took off into a sprint.

“Aries?” Em called out to you.

However you didn’t look back until your back was pressed up against the car. Emerald was only seconds behind you, hands on her knees as she finally caught up to you.

“…what…the…hell…was that? you never told me you were a track star?!”

You pulled yourself from the heat of the car that seeped through the thin material of your shirt and yanked on the car door handle. Emerald was completely confused but something was clearly going on as she rested a hand on your waist.

“Hey, tell me what’s going on?”

You swallowed, “There’s a shapeshifter or some shit in there that’s been following me—or us around!”

“Say what now?” The look of seriousness washed over Emerald’s features as she let go of you to start patting herself for the keys.

You nodded your head, not showing a ounce of humor on your own face and Emerald knew she had to ask questions later. Unlocking the doors, you threw yourself inside, waiting for Emerald to jog around the car to get into the driver’s side. She locked the doors and stuck the key in the ignition as specs of rain began to platter against the window shield.

Before she could turn the key, the both of you turned to the right parking space to see a yellow Volkswagen beetle pulling up beside you with their window down. It was the same woman with the bow sun hat, smiling and her eyes flickering silver like a coin about to be spun in circles, just watching you two before she sped off.

That action alone made your glasses fog up more than the humidity outside.

You sank into your seat, ripping your glasses from your face, other hand holding onto the strap of the seatbelt as you croaked out, “Did you see that?”

“Uh uh. And I don’t want no damn parts,” Emerald stated as she started the car, putting it in reverse not bothering to use the back up camera this time, “Let’s get the hell up outta here and call OJ.”

You pulled out your own phone with shaky hands as Emerald led the both of you in the opposite direction. As the phone rang on the Bluetooth, Emerald reached out to grip your hand in her’s.

The touch was comforting enough but you couldn’t help but to think:

Here we go again.

However it was round one for you and round two for Em but with the warmth of her hand in yours, maybe you’ll make it out just fine with her by your side.

Or you could both simply ignore this?

Yeah…

Right.

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

#nope #nope film #nope 2022 #jordan peele #keke palmer #emerald haywood #em haywood #emerald haywood x reader #emerald haywood x f! reader #emerald haywood x black! reader #em haywood x reader #em haywood x f! reader #em haywood x black reader #summer prompts #queued

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