This will be a primarily Natasha Romanoff oneshot book, but I'll sprinkle in some Scarlett Johansson ones as well. SJ stories will be labeled with her initials.
It will be female reader.
Started 10.14.2021
Ended TBA
It will be updated as frequently...
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Natasha's been watching you for awhile now. Prettiest little thing she'd ever seen really, the innocence you radiated was such a draw in. Every time she heard you giggling she just knew you'd be her perfect little baby, you were naturally sweet, and in turn easily corruptible.
Which is why she was irate whenever she saw you enter the bar she owned in your skimpy little outfits. Trading in your long, floral dresses for these overtly revealing outfits. That crowd you found yourself with was a group of rotten apples. Ruining you before she ever had her chance to, and she wasn't having it; nope.
You didn't know it yet, but you needed her.
The moment Natasha watched you collecting your belongings she knew it was time to set her plan in motion. You'd been sipping on the long island iced tea that she mixed especially for you for an hour now, and it was infuriating how slow you were at polishing off the drink.
Natasha thanked the heavens that you were still her good girl deep down, because while your friends selfishly stuck around you took off so you could sleep properly for your classes.
"I'm heading out Bucky, close up the bar for me tonight," she tossed the burly man the keys, never once sparing the man a glance as she was too focused on following you out the doors.
The bar wasn't more than a block away from your dormitory, so just like always you began to make the trek home with your keys between your fingers, with pepper spray on the chain. That didn't matter much though when you began to stagger so much to the right you were practically walking towards potential traffic.
"Woah there honey, are you okay?" A familiar looking redhead caught you just as you were about to fall into the street, "'m okay," you did your best to smile at her, but in your state you couldn't tell that only half of your face moved, it'd honestly looked like you were having a stroke, but to placate you—her clueless, and far too trusting sweet girl, she softly smiled back.
"It looks like you had too much to drink kotenok," she gently swept the mess of hair from your face, then gently guided your head into her chest while her other arm slid under your legs so she could hold you bridal style.
Natasha's heart beat wildly at the thought of one day marrying you, it was a reality she was only moments away from reaching now that she finally broke you away from your miserable life so she could offer you the whole world.
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The following morning came with eery silence, but it was soon filled by the clanging of metal as you pointlessly pulled on your restraints, your muscles aching caused you to cry out. You're unsure how long you'd been made to stand here in you unconscious state, but it was likely long with how easily the pain brought you to tears. Light sobs left you, pulling the pleased attention of your kidnapper to you.
"Now, now darling—don't hurt my feelings," Natasha called out from the shadowed corner she'd been patiently sat in. It'd taken you an entire eight hours to find your way out of the drug induced darkness you were plunged into.
