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N̶a̶t̶a̶l̶i̶a̶ ̶A̶l̶i̶a̶n̶o̶v̶n̶a̶ "Natasha" Romanoff. Black Widow. Spy. Former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. An Avenger. #redvariant indie marvel rp account. mcu fandom. multiverse/fandom. oc friendly since 04/5/14
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PSA: SEMI-HIATUS

It’s the time of the month where I’m nearing finals which means I will be less active for a week or so. I need to focus on studying since I want to do good. That means my accounts will be under a semi-hiatus. However, it doesn’t mean I won’t pop in around once in awhile. I also may be more inclined to post more OOC than anything. I just want to make it clear that I’m not ignoring you guys or anything. I’m still open to plotting but replying will definitely be put on hold.

Thank you so much for understanding and taking the time to read this. Love you all. <3

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           “I like it.”
     There was something alluring about the fact that he did not know her or anything about her. In fact, he did not even know if the name she had given him was a real one or not. Over they years he rarely given his real name, only doing it because they were in his city and certainly people would likely use it. No use to keep his identity a secret from someone he did not think could actually do him any harm. Instinct told him as much, either that or it was pure cockiness. Perhaps a little of both.
             “Well, I can say that I am not running any business.”
    Merely a city. With how little his brother had seemed to care it was left in the hands of himself. Trying to make sure that everyone was getting along, even though he was sure that everything was going to end in a war between the species fairly soon. Though worrying about that was of no use. The stars were going to align how they did and there was nothing he could do but deal when the time came.
                         “I have no need for a gun.          But now I am thinking of all the places you might keep one.”
     As much was clear as he allowed for his eyes to look over her body. Ultimately he decided it would probably be best if he did not know where she would be hiding many weapons. She seemed like that kind of woman. One that could seem sweet but underneath it all there was an edge that could and would ultimately put anyone and everyone in their place.
                  “Quite the wording there, sweetheart.                             I’d be careful if I were you.            I think it’s my duty to show you all the city has to offer.
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       She returned a small smile to the compliment he paid her. Perhaps he was one of those creatures roaming around this city.  It was an odd thought for New Orleans to be the home of the supernatural. While, yes it was a little shocking their might be witches and possibly anything else she could handle it. She did not know if Elijah and her would ever meet again and perhaps she wanted to making a lasting impression on him. Like a sweet fragrance that dispersed into the air but the desire to waft it in again was there.

                  "So what kind of business are you running?'

      She did not know when Fury would contact her again, she assumed he would come back. However, it meant laying low for awhile. Natasha would need to create personalities like a writer to it's muse, a charade of characters yet her prowess and abilities would show through. Her mind did wander towards Steve and if he had been successful on his search. Maybe she would offer assistance another time.

                 "Just a man with bare fists? Interesting.                      Are you? Do you like the view?"

        Natasha only smirked, a man was a man after all even with a powerful aura. All man had desires and it was not shocking for Elijah to be checking her out. She was not sweet although she could play herself out to be. Natasha would use anything and everything as an advantage to manipulate the situation. 

                   "Thanks for the concern.                        But I've seemed to manage long enough.                      So we're on a pet name basis now.                             I gladly accept, love."  

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♕ The part where I'm emotionally compromised.

Wow, I seriously can’t believe I have almost 250 followers already. I just joined a few days ago, and never expected to have any success whatsoever. I just felt bogged down and pressured on my other blogs, wasn’t having fun anymore, and decided to make a fairly large fandom leap. I’ve always wanted to try my hand at Erik, and I’m so glad that I did. Everyone has been so friendly and welcoming…It’s really all I can do to flail and throw smooches at all of you. I figure there will be an influx of Erik’s after the new movie comes out, and then you’ll all realize you’ve been tricked into thinking I’m quality somehow. xD But for now, I’m clinging to every last one of you.
This is just a list of folks who I’ve written with and/or stalked so far. It’s a small list for now since I haven’t had much time to get to know many of you, but you’re all precious! If you aren’t on here I do apologize, and I assure you I would 1000% love to interact with you, ic and ooc. Anyone is welcome to jump on me at any time; in fact, I encourage it! c:
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here for real. ready to do some replies. and what not. I need to fix a graphic though for the group verse.

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I apologize for the lack of activity lately. School's been kicking my ass. I hope to be on here later tonight. <3

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                       { ♕              ❝Well then, aren’t we a pair.❞
        Strange, the lack of contempt he felt toward this         woman. He was admittedly poor company as of         late, but it had been a good day. No need to spoil         bloodshed and vengeful tirades; that had become         quite the theme of his, as it were. Instead, he         beckoned the bar tender with a roguish grin. 
                        ❝I’m feeling a vintage chardonnay, dear.                            German; Kongsgaard, at least.
                                                                   And for the lady?❞
        Head canted in mild interest, long fingers steepled         against the cut of his jaw with a quick glance to her.
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                                        "Some would say a match in heaven.                                             Or hell."

                Easily Natasha uses the finesse to fit within                 the crowd of people, which was enough to                 garner the attention of the enigma who was                 sitting next to her. It was oddly an off day                  for the spy but she found it hard not to                 be in the thrill of the work. Unfortunately,                 Fury didn't have anything for her...yet.

                                     "I'd prefer the vintage piedmont.                           Italy, I always find their wines enjoyable."

                  She rested her chin on hand, a small grin                   graced her lips. After all, a wine can say a lot                    about someone and their character.

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It wasn’t  Sam’s intention to intrude, but if there’s anything the Vet loved doing,       it was   cooking. And Natasha was certainly doing something on the stove.         “Sure, Nat. I’ll help. Are you making crepes, or is my nose playing tricks on            me?” Sam tapped said nose.
More honestly, he was just excited to be able to bond a little      with his roommate. They had met with a shared interest for    a new home—Sam’s rent had gotten a little high for him to keep his lone-apartment rent payed, and Natasha was in-between gigs and therefore       in-between funds.
Not to mention, crepes were great bribing material for his other two new          roommates.  Who he had yet to meet.
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                   "It's crepes. Were you thinking it was something else?                           Nice to know you aren't the stereotypical male."

           She prepping up the batter and grabbed the pan before setting it on the stove. The two hadn't talked much only because they were trying to get things settled in. Her life wasn't exactly the best considering the life of a professional ballerina didn't always make it in the big leads but she was getting there.

                        "If your going to shower I suggest you make sure                                  it isn't when I'm showering."

                 Natasha decided to leave the details of her encounter                    with James. That was another story.

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                                 "Care to join me in the kitchen?" It was a simple question. Not wanting their conversation to fade or even reach that awkward point most do when one goes to get drinks. Still though, his smile as present, even now, one of the many things Natasha did to him that no one else could, even he was amazed by it, but it just showed that their friendship was a special kind.
"We both know that answer."
It was a vague reply to anyone that didn’t know the truth, unlike her. She knew his and he, hers, despite what the two of them had said about it around the other members, did they really need to know the truth? Clint didn’t think so, so he’d just stay quiet about it. Though, that thought clung in the back of his mind, after the morning, she’d be gone and he’d be without his friend, his partner until she resurfaced.
Sky blue irises watch her fingers touch the silver arrow and he’s pulled away from reality and into the depths of his own mind, his own locked away feelings that he refused to let show.
"I like it."
A man of few words but many emotions. That was Clint Barton. He wouldn’t explain to her how he felt for her, that wasn’t him. He wouldn’t even ask if the arrow represented him, not because he didn’t like talking, but mainly because he was afraid she’d say no.
"It fits you really well."
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"Ask and I'll come." Before getting up for the couch and going to reconvene with him. She rolls her eyes as if his version to the story is the correct one. Natasha begs to differ and she has been in this kitchen a few times. 

 "We all stories, it's just the matter of who's telling it."

She'll ask him to keep the car, it's a simple favor really. Then she'd make her way towards the nearest parking lot and find herself a bike to steal. She had no plans of giving it back. There's a small silence that follows them. As if he means to say something else but he doesn't want to say it. Perhaps he's nervous to broach the subject.

"Thanks. I think it'd fit you better Arrow boy."

Yet, it was a nice reminder that her partner would be there with her. Every step of the way. She leans against the kitchen counter wondering what he's going to get for them. 

"So about those drinks."

She remembers the one time Clint thought he could outdrink her. Boy was he wrong. It puts a smile on her face before looking back at him. Natasha wonders if they can watch a movie and relax. It's an odd concept for the both of them. They are constantly on this path that brings about death.

       "Can I ask you for a favor?"

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                           the minute her precious redhead is begging is the moment                            when bucky caves; something about the way natasha voices                            her desire has the brunette aching. it’s an untold desire,                            one that seeped into her flesh and began toying inside her                            heart and mind while laying atop the other. upon hearing                            her lover say, not just her name, but please, did the other                            move to adjust herself. straddling her torso, bucky gave                            way to giving natasha another breath taking kiss while a                            hand searched for hers. fingers interlocked with a need she                            hadn’t felt in years; one that couldn’t be taken out with                            water, or anything else. it only grew, brighter, faster, hotter.
                           holding onto such a kiss til lungs burned, bucky shifted for                            one final time; metallic fingers began along the others skin                            til counting ribs, from there, bucky turned over, no longer                            straddling natasha, but at her side, holding onto her hand                            as if it was the only way she’d be capable of telling bucky                            whether or not she was doing something properly. glancing                            at the other for a sheer second, bucky began to meander digits                            beneath the fabric of panties, steel blue oculi narrowing as                            if to need permission to give such fabric a hard tug, ripping                            the side of the panties; so much for asking. smirking as if                            she’s done the world a favour do fingers begin down the to                            the apex of the redheads thigh. teasing the flesh, she                            managed to bring the metallic digits to the desired area, her                            gaze, once more, meeting the redhead’s. approval from the                            other is almost needed before toying with the bundle of                            nerves between wet slit; for all she knows, natasha would                            deny bucky the pleasure and give way to teasing her a bit                            more, but when no words are spoke does the ex-soviet move                            to nuzzle her head into the crook of natasha’s throat, lips                            pressing to the flesh, teeth toying against such beautiful                            skin while a slender, possibly cold, finger dipped lower,                            attempting to feel the honey coated lips. with another gaze                            does bucky move herself to press lips to natasha’s; its a                            hungry, wanton filled kiss, one that expresses her need over                            voicing words, it reflects on the two, how badly she’s missed                            the only woman known to be her handler but also her lover,                            and her best friend all in one. and whether or not she knows                            it, natasha is bucky’s life, and she owes natasha                                                                               
                                                                   all that she can give, and then some.
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                          there's something in the way that jemma                            interweaves their hands together as they are                            about to embark into the bodies most carnal                           pleasure that stirs her heart. this is not simply                           sex with jemma as they had done many years ago.                           it is something more and she finds that her whole                           heart belongs to her. it's not an easy thing. she is a                           spy and the last she wants to do is hurt her. bucky                           has become her home. she was always her home.                           natasha is even turned on by the way bucky is                            on top of her and there is more to come.                            sinful, delicious, and succulent and the thought                           of being touched by her sends her shivers down                           her spine.

                                                     she finds herself lost in the way their mouths                           and the way bucky caresses her body. making sure                           nothing was untouched and not marked on minus                           the scar she had given her. she finds it endearing                            how she wants her permission and she only smiles,                           as her giveaway to bucky to allow her to do anything                           she would like. it's in the ache between the apex                           of her thighs she'd liked fix and bucky would be the                           one to repair that. there's a sharp intake of breath                           that stops the kiss between the two as she feels                           the cooling touch of her jemma. through half hooded                           eyes and in a sultry voice,

                                  "Go ahead, touch me.                                        You know you want to."

                           her eyes closes once again to get lost in the                            sensations she was currently experiencing.                            she gasped as a single finger finds her                            heated area once again and slips into her.                            her essence coating the digit. her hips buck                            at first before moving against it. she needs the                            initial feel between them, the contrast of                             icy metal against warm flesh and the taste of                            theirs lips pressed against each other. she                            doesn't need a hint anymore of what bucky wants.                            she knows as she feels the ravenous kiss devours                            her and she conveys as her lips move against hers,                            licking the bottom of the other's lip to slide her tongue                            inside of her mouth that she misses her too. she                            is not someone who loves, it does not come naturally                            but when it comes to bucky she can't help it. the                            overfilling need and desire to show her that she                            can be loved too. to take her away from her                             nightmares, the dragons that attempt to break her                            that she could rely on her and that their is a place                            in the world you can call your safe haven.

                                        and bucky is her safe haven.

                                     cause she'll give and she'll take                                        all the she can.

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           “Like to remain a woman of mystery?”
     Not that he could actually blame her. There was something he liked about not knowing everything that there was to know about her. Just as he liked to keep himself as mysterious as possible.
                          “A sheriff?”
     There was a hint of amusement written all over his face. As if he would ever be caught in such a uniform. His clothing taste was much better and he hardly thought that he could pull off the light tan color that those uniforms usually brought about.
                 “If I am a sheriff then I am definitely in some trouble for not                   having my gun. Though I have always preferred to use my                   hands than some weapon.”
     He was being quite literal. Elijah had always been known for his heart ripper rather than anything else. Being the traditional vampire was never as fun as being the polite one who easily could turn on anyone in a split second. With every little thing he seemed to throw her way and with her being so calm about it all it only made him all that more interested.
                    “There is plenty I could throw at you.                       Seems as though you are extremely willing, as well.”
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                     "It's a habit."

      Truthfully, if one tried to uncover anything about Natasha, they would find layers and layers upon her like ant hill which beneath that laid more tunnels and foundations. They would find the false bravado and pretenses she held were merely masks she held and beneath that was someone lurking just to be a human. A woman. 

          "It was a fun guess. You look more of a business man."

   She can appreciate his impeccable taste in designer suits. She finds herself drawn to him. A man of mystery, intriguing and Natasha could usually read people but he proved to be a challenge.

              "You can always hide your gun. Just a tip.                   I quite agree. Hands are much more fun to use."

        Natasha could easily overpower someone even with a height difference and weight difference. She was trained in various marital arts and she enjoyed the gadgets she was equipped with but hand to hand was something she enjoyed far more. It was an alternative of quickly getting rid of someone.

                     "I'm all ears.                          You have to be willing to do a lot of things.                       As far as I've learned in life.          So hit me with your best Elijah, I'll be sure to deliver a blow."

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OH MY GOD BAE IT’S YOUUUU! lol i almost unfollowed ur ass bc i couldn’t figure out why the hell this black widow rp blog was on my dash. x) and it’s louise belcher from bob’s burgers!! i identify with her on a spiritual level. she’s the person i was always meant to be. and it’s the only icon of her i could find.

AHAHAH YES YES IT IS ME. lmfaoooooo. I thought you knew it was me when you decided to follow me. I was like damn how did she know? she's so quick. oh gotcha. she is your spirit animal?

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