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Tickle monster (Black Widow & family - Spanking fanfiction)




– Melina’s going to kill me –muttered the Red Soldier.–


In that exact moment, the door burst open, revealing the eldest of the three widows.


– I’m home! –she announced, which was unusual in her, but since she lived among spies, she decided to take measures to avoid startling her family.-

- Mamaaaaa!!! –the blonde came running into the living room-. Nat stabbed me –she simply stated.-

- She wHAT?! Natalia!

- That´s not true! –came the response from the other room, followed by its owner, making her triumphant entrance as she walked into the family room.-


Melina looked at both of her girls and caught a glimpse of a familiar shiny object in the redhead’s hand.


- Is that…your father’s knife? –she asked in a glacial tone, hands on her hips.-

- He gave it to me. There was a monster under my bed!

- It was me…and I’m not a monster, dummy –Yelena said, sticking her tongue out at her older sister, getting a deathly glare from her as a response.-


Their mother deeply sighed.


- Alexei Shostakov, you better come here before I throw the axe at you through the wall! –she yelled and the man appeared at the doorframe of their room with his most innocent expression-. I leave on a two day mission and I come home to this? –she practically barked with a harsh Russian accent.-

- You were supposed to arrive tomorrow, honey…and I didn’t know Lena was the monster –he said in his defense.-


At this last statement, Yelena bolted towards him, impulsing herself on a coffee table to try and reach for his neck, even though he was way taller than any of the presents. Fortunately, Melina was quick enough and caught her in mid-air, lowering the girl to the floor and lightly smacking her bottom.


- Now, young lady, we better tend to your wound before you start explaining yourself. Let me see –the woman started, sitting on the sofa and carefully assessing the damage on her daughter’s hand-. It doesn’t look so bad, dear. It could have been worse.


Nat held her breath to stop the giggles forming inside of her and, in a discrete movement, Alexei took back his knife from her, just before handing Melina some first aid supplies. Both of them sat down and silently watched the raven-haired woman clean the little girl’s hand while she bravely took in the mild sting alcohol caused by getting into the cut.


- It won’t need stitches if you’re careful and behave for the next two days –Melina murmured, concentrated in her task.-

- Are your alright, little spider? –the Red Soldier asked the blonde.-

- Yes, papa…it almost doesn’t hurt… –Yelena admitted, lightly blushing.-

- All done –Melina announced as she finished bandaging her daughter’s hand-. Now apologize.


That definitely caught Yelena off guard.


- Huh? But…why?! She stabbed me!


Nat couldn’t hide a smirk.


- Now, Yelena –Melina warned-. One…

- Grrr… -the stubborn blonde grumbled.-

- No growling. Two…and that goes for you too, Natalia.

- What?! But mama, she was bugging me!

- You were scared –Yelena teased.-

- I was not –Nat backfired.-

- Yes you were, that’s why papa gave you his knife, you bald chicken.

- Enough –their mother cut them off-. Yelena, next time you have trouble sleeping, do some push-ups or listen to some music. Natalia, next time you sense monsters under your bed, you turn on the lights and check. Alexei, moya lyubov [my love], next time one of our mini tarantulas comes to you for help with “monsters”, you give her the broom, not your knife. Now, you two –she alternated her sight between the blonde and the redhead-, apologize to each other or next time you’re getting more than a simple smack on your bottom. Both of you.


Silence reigned for a moment, shock written across the face of both girls until they were finally able to articulate word.


- I’m sorry, Nat… -Yelena finally blurted out.-

- I’m sorry too, Lena…are you ok? –Nat asked, finally showing some concern.-


Yelena nodded as a response. Right after that, she looked back at her mother.


- But why don’t you ever smack papa? –she boldly asked.-

- Yeah… -Nat seconded-. I wouldn’t have hurt Lena if papa didn’t give me his knife. Well…maybe I would’ve kicked or strangled her, but I wouldn’t have stabbed her –she innocently reasoned.-


That left both parents thinking for a split second. Just a normal conversation in the life of the Vostokoff-Shostakov family.

Without even giving him a heads-up, Melina dryly slapped the back of Alexei’s big head, causing both girls to giggle in amusement.


- There. He’s been smacked.

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For along while before the Black Widow movie was released, I was craving for Widow Family content, so I began writing it myself.
I own none of the rights.

I originally posted this short chapter on March 24, 2021. It was inspired by one post I absolutely loved on Mustang_Girl16's Tumblr. In said post, Yelena was playing with Natasha's toes at night and Nat went to Alexei saying there was a monster. Alexei, as the adorkable papa bear we know he is, gave the little girl a knife, thus Yelena's hand was stabbed by Nat. Sorry for the possible mistakes in this short chapter, it's one of the first things I've written in months. Hope you enjoy it, reviews are enormously appreciated!


* Tumblr post by Mustang_Girl16: https://gomustanggirl16.tumblr.com/post/618203414290153472/natasha-sneaking-into-alexei-and-melinas-room
** In this chapter, Nat and Lena are being raised as sisters by Melina and Alexei, who are a couple.

I rated this story as "Mature" because of the spanking thing even though it isn't anything sexual. I would also like to state that in real life I do not support physical punishment as a way of discipline for any kind of living being, least of all, children.












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