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Shattered Bonds - Wanda Maximoff x male reader

request: Wanda Maximoff x male reader, where the reader betrays Wanda, and they already have Billy and Tommy... Where reader goes out with Bucky and Sam outside, they go to a bar, reader meets a girl, who works there and the reader establishes a relationship with the girl, but he was not conscious because he drank too much

[warning: cheating]

[summary: reader and wanda are in a relationship that is now strained, as they grow distant, reader meets someone new and cheats on wanda one night.]

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In a quiet suburban enclave, Wanda Maximoff and the (Y/n) led a seemingly idyllic life. Their children, Billy and Tommy, filled their days with laughter and warmth. But beneath the façade of harmony, a storm brewed within the (Y/n)'s heart.

As the days passed, the (Y/n) found himself gravitating towards Bucky and Sam. Their camaraderie offered solace from the mounting tension at home. One evening, they collectively decided to seek refuge from their superhuman responsibilities at a nearby bar.

Within the cozy dimness of the bar, laughter and clinking glasses provided a brief respite. As the night unfolded, (Y/n)'s path crossed with Carol Danvers, a charismatic bartender. Her confidence and kindness were magnetic, drawing him into conversations that lingered far beyond closing time.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/n) found himself visiting the bar more frequently, drawn to Carol's company like a moth to a flame. Their conversations shifted from casual banter to deep discussions, unearthing feelings he hadn't realized were dormant within him.

Yet, a nagging guilt tugged at his conscience. He was tethered to Wanda by a shared history and a family they had built together. (Y/n)'s internal struggle reached a breaking point during one fateful night at the bar. Drunk on both alcohol and the intoxicating aura of his newfound connection, he'd succumbed to temptation and spent the night with Carol.

Morning light brought clarity, but it also illuminated the wreckage of his actions. The (Y/n)'s heart pounded with regret as he gazed at the slumbering figure beside him. The weight of his betrayal settled like a heavy stone.

The truth unraveled in the days that followed. Wanda's grief and anger were palpable as she confronted (Y/n). Their home, once a sanctuary, became a battleground of accusations and shattered trust. Billy and Tommy, innocents caught in the crossfire, bore witness to the fragments of their parents' love.

Desperation led the (Y/n) to Bucky and Sam, seeking guidance amidst the wreckage. With their support, he came to terms with the irreversible damage he had wrought. Amidst the wreckage of his choices, he realized the gravity of his betrayal, not just to Wanda, but to the family they had created.

As the shattered pieces of their life lay scattered, (Y/n) stood at a crossroads. The ache of loss gnawed at his heart, driving him to face Carol. He confessed his feelings, baring his soul, but the foundation of their connection was fractured by the circumstances that had brought them together.

The story culminated in a final, bittersweet conversation between Wanda and (Y/n). Amidst the remnants of their shattered bond, they acknowledged their shared history and the pain that now defined it. (Y/n) was left with the weight of his choices, the scars of betrayal, and the somber realization that some wounds could never fully heal.

As the sun set on their suburban haven, (Y/n)'s reflections echoed in the empty spaces of his heart. The tale concluded not with closure, but with the haunting truth that even the most intimate connections could crumble under the weight of human frailty.

THE END

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Forever Love - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: Love between natasha and reader grows to have something deeper for the both of them.]

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The days turned into weeks, and the bond between (Y/n) and Natasha deepened. They spent their time working together on the farm, sharing laughter, and stealing stolen moments by the river. Natasha's touch was electric, her presence a constant comfort for (Y/n). The way they looked at each other spoke volumes, a silent promise of something beautiful.

One evening, as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the rolling hills, (Y/n) and Natasha found themselves in a familiar spot by the river. The air was thick with anticipation, the words unspoken but understood.

Natasha's fingers interlocked with(Y/n)'s, her touch sending a wave of warmth through Y/N's veins. "(Y/n)," Natasha began softly, her gaze fixed on (Y/n)'s eyes, "I don't want this to end."

(Y/n)'s heart fluttered, her own emotions mirroring Natasha's. "I don't either," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha stepped closer, their bodies inches apart, the air charged with the electricity of their connection. "I've never felt like this before," Natasha confessed, vulnerability in her eyes. "You've changed everything for me."

(Y/n)'s heart swelled with emotion, the intensity of their feelings almost overwhelming. "Nat," she breathed, her fingers brushing against Natasha's cheek, "you've changed my world too."

Their lips met in a kiss that held all the emotions they couldn't put into words. It was a kiss filled with longing, with the promise of forever. The world around them seemed to fade away as they held onto each other, their bodies pressed close, their hearts beating in sync.

When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested together, their breaths intermingling in the warm breeze. Natasha's eyes held a mixture of love and determination. "(Y/n), I want to be with you. No matter where life takes us."

(Y/n)'s gaze was filled with the same intensity. "I want that too. I love you Nat."

"I love you too (Y/n)." Natasha returned with a smile, pulling (Y/n) in for another kiss.

The decision was made, their hearts aligned. The love they had found in the heart of the countryside was real, deep, and unwavering. With the sun setting behind them, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, they knew that their journey was just beginning.

As they walked back to the farm, hand in hand, the future seemed brighter than ever before. Their love story, born amidst the fields and rivers, was a testament to the power of connection, of finding love when you least expect it.

And as they settled into their new chapter, with Natasha's arms wrapped around (Y/n) and the promise of a shared future ahead, (Y/n) knew that what she had with her Natasha was for now and forever.

THE END

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Countryside Affections - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: Life in the countryside suddenly seems much better due to a certain someone.]

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{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

After escaping the suffocating city and finding solace in the countryside, (Y/n)'s heart gradually mended. Her days were spent in the warm embrace of her grandmother's farm, surrounded by rolling hills and endless skies. The quiet rhythm of nature became her sanctuary, and the laughter of her grandmother, her lifeline.

One particular morning, as the sun painted the horizon with hues of gold and pink, (Y/n) found herself drawn to the vibrant energy of the farm next door. The Romanoff Farm, owned by the enigmatic Natasha Romanoff and her family, was a hub of activity.

Natasha's figure moved gracefully among the animals and the fields, her presence commanding attention. (Y/n) couldn't help but be captivated by her, admiring the way she effortlessly handled every task. Natasha's muscular arms and confident stride added to her allure.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/n)'s path began to cross with Natasha's more often. Their interactions were filled with playful banter and shared smiles. Natasha's flirty comments and teasing remarks stirred something within (Y/n), making her heart race in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

One evening, during a community gathering, (Y/n) found herself beside Natasha near a bonfire. The crackling flames illuminated Natasha's features, making her appear even more alluring. Their eyes locked, and Natasha's lips curved into a sly smile.

"You know," Natasha purred, her tone dripping with mischief, "I've noticed you've been spending quite a bit of time at my farm lately."

(Y/n)'s cheeks warmed, her heart racing. She leaned in slightly, matching Natasha's playful tone. "Well, it's not every day I get to enjoy the company of such a charming farmer."

Natasha chuckled, her gaze never leaving (Y/n)'s. "Charming, huh? Is that your professional opinion?"

(Y/n)'s laughter joined Natasha's, the connection between them growing stronger. With every interaction, (Y/n) discovered new layers to Natasha's personality—her strength, her vulnerability, and the way she was slowly breaking down (Y/n)'s defenses.

One afternoon, as the sun painted the fields with a warm glow, (Y/n) found herself alone with Natasha in the barn. Their laughter filled the air as they playfully chased after an escaped goat.

"Remind me again why we're doing this?" (Y/n) exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Natasha's lips curled into a grin as she expertly caught the goat. "Oh, you know, just getting in touch with our inner farmers."

Their eyes locked, a shared understanding passing between them. The playful facade faded, replaced by a moment of genuine connection.

"You have a way of making even the most mundane tasks fun," (Y/n) admitted, her voice softening.

Natasha's gaze held a warmth that sent shivers down (Y/n)'s spine. "Maybe it's not the tasks that are fun, but the company."

As the days turned into weeks, their bond grew deeper. Late-night conversations under starlit skies became their refuge, and stolen glances held unspoken promises. The farm's vibrant energy seemed to mirror their feelings, blossoming into something beautiful and undeniable.

One evening, as the sun set and painted the world in hues of orange and purple, (Y/n) and Natasha found themselves alone by the river. The tranquil water mirrored their reflections, and the air was charged with anticipation.

Natasha's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through (Y/n)'s veins. Their eyes locked, a silent invitation passing between them.

"(Y/n)," Natasha began, her voice soft yet intense, "I have a confession to make."

(Y/n)'s heart raced, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the weight of Natasha's words, the intensity of her emotions.

Natasha stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching. The air seemed to hum with the unspoken connection between them. "I may have started flirting with you because I was intrigued. But now... it's much more than that."

Their gazes held, the world around them fading into a blur as the only thing that mattered was each other. The anticipation was palpable, a mix of desire and vulnerability.

Their lips met in a kiss that held the promise of something beautiful and powerful. It started softly, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened as their emotions surged. (Y/n)'s heart pounded against her chest, every nerve ending ablaze with the sensation of Natasha's lips against hers.

Natasha's arms wrapped around (Y/n)'s waist, pulling her closer as the intensity of the kiss grew. It was a passionate meeting of souls, a fusion of two people who had found solace and love in each other's presence. Their breaths mingled, the rhythm of their heartbeats echoing the rhythm of their kiss.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sensation of Natasha's lips, the warmth of her touch, and the overwhelming emotion that coursed through their veins.

As they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mingling in the cool evening air. Natasha's gaze was filled with a raw intensity, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm falling for you, (Y/n)"

(Y/n)'s heart swelled with emotion, tears of happiness and disbelief welling in her eyes. She cupped Natasha's cheek with a trembling hand. "And I'm falling for you too, Natasha."

Their journey was just beginning, a path filled with uncertainties and challenges, but their connection was unbreakable. As the stars twinkled above and the river whispered their secrets, they knew that the love they had found in the heart of the countryside was worth every step.

{Part 3}

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Countryside Love - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: where reader has just finally got her divorce from her loveless marriage and decides to take a break from the big city. reader decides to head to the countryside to live with her loving and energetic grandmother who lives alone after the death of the husband. reader decides that she won't be in a relationship for a while now on her way to her grandma's house, only it doesn't help that her neighbor natasha is a very hot woman.]

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The city had always been a place of hustle and bustle, a constant stream of noise and chaos that seemed to swallow up any sense of peace or calm. For (Y/n), the city had also been the backdrop to a loveless marriage that had finally ended in a bitter divorce. With the papers signed and the legalities settled, (Y/n) decided it was time for a change of scenery.

Tired of the city's demands and the memories it held, (Y/n) packed her bags and left behind the urban jungle. Her destination? The tranquil countryside where her beloved grandmother lived. It had been years since (Y/n) had visited her grandmother's small farmhouse, nestled in the heart of nature's embrace.

As (Y/n)'s car rolled down the winding country roads, a sense of relief washed over her. The city's noise was replaced by the soothing sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds. (Y/n) could practically feel the weight of her failed marriage lifting with each mile she left behind.

Finally arriving at her grandmother's quaint home, (Y/n) was greeted with open arms and a warm smile. Her grandmother, Elise, a lively and energetic woman despite her age, enveloped (Y/n) in a tight embrace. The bond between them was unbreakable, a connection that transcended years and distance.

"Oh! My sweetie! Welcome home, dear," Elise said, her voice tinged with a mixture of love and excitement.

"Thanks, Grandma. It's good to be here," (Y/n) replied, hugging her grandma tight. God she loved this sweet energy ball of a woman.

Over the next few days, (Y/n) settled into the slower pace of life in the countryside. She helped Elise tend to the garden, cook hearty meals, and relish in the simple joys that the city had stolen from her. The stress of the past seemed to melt away with each sunrise and sunset.

One sunny morning, as (Y/n) sipped on a cup of coffee on the front porch, she caught sight of her next-door neighbor. Natasha Romanoff was a force of nature herself, with muscular arms, that strained against her rolled up flannel sleeves and a well-toned body that showcased her strength. Natasha worked tirelessly alongside her parents, Alexei and Melina, and her sister, Yelena, at their family-owned farm.

(Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat as Natasha waved with a bright smile, making her way over. "Hey! Mornin'! I'm Natasha. You must be the new neighbor."

(Y/n) returned the smile, finding herself captivated by the woman before her. "Hi, I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you, Natasha."

Natasha's eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned against the porch railing. "I have to say, (Y/n), you look like a breath of fresh air around here."

(Y/n) chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "Well, I'm trying to embrace the fresh start."

Over the following weeks, (Y/n) and Natasha's paths crossed frequently. Natasha's flirtatious banter and playful comments made it hard for (Y/n) to stick to her decision of avoiding romantic entanglements. Despite her initial resolution, (Y/n) found herself looking forward to these encounters.

One evening, as the sun painted the sky with shades of pink and gold, (Y/n) and Natasha found themselves sharing a quiet moment by the fence that separated their properties.

"You know," Natasha began, her voice softer than usual, "this place has a way of healing. It's like time slows down, and you can finally breathe."

"Yeah..." (Y/n)'s gaze met Natasha's, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. "...I've been feeling that too. It's as if the weight of the past is lifting."

Natasha's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s hand, a gentle touch that sent a current of electricity through (Y/n)'s veins. "You're not alone in this, (Y/n)."

As the weeks turned into months, (Y/n)'s bond with Natasha deepened. They spent evenings watching the stars, trading stories of their pasts and dreams for the future. Despite the attraction simmering beneath the surface, their connection was built on more than just physical chemistry.

One day, as they stood in the middle of a blooming field, Natasha turned to Y/N with a serious expression. "(Y/n), I have to admit something."

(Y/n)'s heart raced, anticipation hanging in the air. "What is it, Natasha?"

Natasha's gaze held a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. "I'm not great at expressing my feelings, but being around you has changed something in me. I can't help but feel drawn to you."

(Y/n)'s breath caught as Natasha's admission hung in the air. The vulnerability in Natasha's eyes mirrored (Y/n)'s own feelings, and in that moment, the walls (Y/n) had built around her heart began to crumble.

"I feel the same way, Natasha," (Y/n) confessed, her voice filled with a newfound sense of clarity.

A slow smile curved on Natasha's lips, her fingers gently intertwining with (Y/n)'s. "I was hoping you'd say that."

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/n) and Natasha's relationship blossomed into something beautiful. Their connection, built on shared experiences and genuine affection, proved to be stronger than the city's chaos or (Y/n)'s past.

{Part 2}

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Watching Your Back - Carol Danvers x reader

(A/N: Saw this prompt by @ghostly-prompts and thought it'd be a fun idea.)

Prompt 606 “Where were you when I needed you? When I faced my greatest enemy?” “Watching your back.”

[summary: carol is angry and upset that reader wasn't there to help her but didn't know that reader had her back all along.]

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The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the city's skyline. You stood on the rooftop, the soft breeze ruffling your hair as you stared out at the twinkling lights below. It had been a long day, and the weight of the world seemed to rest on your shoulders. The thought of the battles you had fought, the enemies you had faced, and the sacrifices you had made made your heart heavy.

"Where were you when I needed you? When I faced my greatest enemy?" a voice echoed from behind you, filled with a mix of frustration and hurt.

You turned, finding Carol Danvers leaning against a nearby ledge, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes held a storm of emotions, a mixture of anger and sadness that you had never seen before. It was a stark contrast to the confident and composed Captain Marvel you were accustomed to.

Your heart ached at her words, feeling the depth of the pain in her voice. You took a step toward her, your expression softening. "Carol..."

She held up a hand, cutting you off. "No, just listen. I don't want excuses. I want to know why you weren't there when I needed you the most."

You took a deep breath, struggling to find the words to explain. "I... I never meant to let you down, Carol. You know that, right?"

She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I know. But it's hard not to feel abandoned when the person you trust the most isn't there when it counts."

You walked closer to her, your heart aching with every step. "I'm sorry. I never wanted you to feel that way."

She looked up at you, her blue eyes searching yours for sincerity. "Where were you?"

"Watching your back," you replied without hesitation. "Even when you couldn't see me, I was there. I was supporting you, believing in you, every step of the way."

Carol's expression softened, the anger in her eyes melting away. "Even when it felt like I was alone?"

"Especially then," you said, your voice gentle yet resolute. "You've always been strong, Carol, but even the strongest need someone by their side sometimes. I wanted to be that person for you."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she reached out, gently cupping your cheek with her hand. "I've faced countless enemies and challenges, but this... this was the hardest. Feeling like I had lost you."

You covered her hand with yours, leaning into her touch. "You'll never lose me, Carol. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I guess I should've known better than to doubt that."

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around her in a warm embrace. She hesitated for a moment before returning the hug, her strong arms enveloping you in a comforting hold. In that moment, as the city lights danced around you, you knew that no matter the challenges that lay ahead, you and Carol would face them together. And as long as you were watching her back, she would never truly be alone.

THE END

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Whispers of Fate - Wanda Maximoff x fem! reader

(A/N: Alright here you go guys, the part 2 that all of you have been asking for, I really hadn't expected this to be my top post but it is and I'm happy that it's so loved. Enjoy!)

[summary: reader and wanda enjoy a quite night walk under the stars along with a hot cocoa and a kiss]

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Winter's embrace tightened around the quaint town of Westview, casting a magical spell over its streets. The snow-laden branches and twinkling lights painted a picturesque scene, but the most enchanting story was the one unfolding between (Y/n) L/n and Wanda Maximoff.

In the days that followed the interrupted confession, a subtle shift settled between them—a blend of curiosity, nervousness, and a longing that neither could ignore. Their interactions were punctuated by stolen glances and soft smiles, their unspoken connection weaving a delicate tapestry of emotions.

One evening, as (Y/n) sat in her room, her thoughts consumed by the enigmatic history teacher, a message appeared on her phone screen.

"Would you like to go for a walk tomorrow evening? - Wanda"

A spark of excitement ignited within (Y/n), and she quickly typed her response.

"I'd love to. Where should we meet?"

The reply came swiftly, and their plans were set. The anticipation simmered in the air, and by the time evening arrived, the town was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. (Y/n) found herself standing outside the local coffee shop, her heart racing as she awaited Wanda's arrival.

When Wanda appeared, she was dressed in a cozy coat and scarf, her breath forming little clouds in the chilly air. Her smile was warm and inviting, making (Y/n)'s nerves melt away.

"Hey," Wanda greeted, her voice soft.

"Hi," (Y/n) replied, her smile mirroring Wanda's. "Thanks for suggesting this."

Wanda's eyes held a glint of mischief. "I thought a walk and some hot cocoa would be a nice way to spend the evening."

As they strolled through the snow-covered streets, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about their favorite books, childhood memories, and dreams for the future. The more they spoke, the more they realized just how much they had in common.

At one point, Wanda reached out and gently brushed a snowflake off (Y/n)'s cheek. The touch was delicate, sending a shiver down (Y/n)'s spine.

"You had a snowflake on your cheek," Wanda explained with a playful smile.

(Y/n) felt her cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement filling her. "Thanks for saving me from the snowflake."

Wanda chuckled, her gaze lingering on (Y/n)'s lips for a moment before she looked away. "You're welcome."

Their walk eventually led them to a cozy little park, where a gazebo stood adorned with twinkling lights. The sight was nothing short of enchanting, and (Y/n) couldn't help but feel like she was in a winter fairy tale.

They settled onto a bench, their breaths visible in the cold air. Wanda produced a thermos from her bag and poured hot cocoa into two cups.

"Hot cocoa under the stars," Wanda mused, her eyes sparkling. "It's a classic for a reason."

As they sipped their cocoa, the conversation took a more contemplative turn. Wanda opened up about her past, sharing stories of her travels and the places she had seen. (Y/n) listened with rapt attention, feeling a sense of intimacy growing between them.

"You have a way of making everything sound fascinating," (Y/n) said, her gaze locked onto Wanda's.

Wanda's lips curved into a tender smile. "And you have a way of capturing my attention like no one else."

(Y/n)'s cheeks burned at that, her cheeks going as red as Natasha's hair, Wanda smirked slightly with a sense of accomplishment.

The admission hung in the air, a palpable tension that neither could deny. The snowflakes continued to fall around them, creating a dreamlike ambiance that felt suspended in time.

"I've been wanting to do this," Wanda whispered, her hand reaching out to gently cup (Y/n)'s cheek.

Before (Y/n) could respond, Wanda leaned in, her lips meeting (Y/n)'s in a kiss that was soft and tender, yet ignited a fire within them both. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other's embrace.

Wanda's one hand reached up behind (Y/n)'s neck, pulling her closer as much as she could. Her fingers tangling in (Y/n)'s soft loose curls. The feeling of her lips were heavenly, everything she had expected and more. Neither of them wanted to let go, but soon air became a necessity.

When they pulled away, their eyes met, a mix of emotions reflected in their gaze—desire, uncertainty, and a shared understanding.

"W- Wow... I've wanted to do that for a while too," (Y/n) admitted, face flushed a deep red from the kiss, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda's fingers intertwined with (Y/n)'s, their hands fitting together as if they were meant to be. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

As they sat there, their fingers entwined and their hearts aligned, the snow continued to fall, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy around them.

"I don't know where this is going," Wanda said, her voice a gentle confession. "But I want to find out."

(Y/n) smiled, her heart feeling lighter than ever. "Me too, Wanda."

Their journey had started with whispers of curiosity and intrigue, blossomed with moments of connection and vulnerability, and now, it was turning into a beautiful romance—one filled with hope, laughter, and the promise of a love that defied the mysteries of fate.

And so, under the starlit sky, amidst the soft falling snow, Wanda Maximoff and (Y/n) (L/n) embarked on a new chapter of their story—a chapter written with whispered promises, stolen glances, and a love that would endure the test of time.

THE END

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Twisted Desires - Kara Danvers x male reader

[summary: kara is new to the city. her sister alex is there to show her around along with her best friend and collegue, the reader, who is a very charming person.... oh and did I mention a psychopath too?]

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The city lights of National City painted a vivid tapestry against the night sky, a canvas of dreams and secrets. As the evening breeze swept through the bustling streets, Alex Danvers paced the sidewalk outside the airport terminal. She checked her watch impatiently, her dark hair dancing in the wind. Beside her, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood with a confident aura that seemed to draw the curious glances of passersby.

The man, (Y/n) (L/n), the head forensics coroner at the National City Police Department. Renowned for his brilliance and charisma, he wore an air of confidence that matched his reputation. He was Alex's best friend, and his smile hid a world of secrets.

Alex's attention snapped back to the terminal as the familiar figure of her sister emerged from the crowd.

Kara Danvers, with her warm smile and hopeful eyes, had arrived in the city to start her new job at CatCo Worldwide Media. Alex's lips curved into a grin as she waved at Kara, who returned the gesture with enthusiasm.

"Kara!" Alex called out, engulfing her sister in a tight hug.

"Alex! I've missed you so much," Kara exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Introductions were made, and (Y/n) extended a hand to Kara. "I'm (Y/n), Alex's partner in crime and fellow crime-fighter. Welcome to National City."

Kara's cheeks flushed slightly as she shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, (Y/n). Thanks for picking me up."

"Anytime, Kara," (Y/n) replied, his smile holding a certain charm that made Kara's heart skip a beat. She quickly looked away, hoping her blush wasn't too obvious.

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, the trio found themselves at a lively bar in the heart of the city. Laughter and music mingled in the air as they settled into a corner booth. The dim lighting cast intriguing shadows, a fitting backdrop for the enigmatic (Y/n).

"Kara, meet my partner in solving crimes and causing mayhem, (Y/n)," Alex said with a playful grin.

Kara smiled shyly at (Y/n). "Nice to meet you again."

(Y/n)'s eyes held a glint of intrigue as he observed Kara. His mind was a labyrinth of thoughts, each one meticulously analyzed. The subtle nuances of her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke, all were stored in the vault of his mind.

She's new to the city, shy yet kind-hearted, (Y/n) mused internally. A perfect addition to my little narrative.

Alex ordered drinks for the trio, and as (Y/n) went to retrieve them from the bar, Alex leaned in closer to Kara. "So, what do you think of (Y/n)?"

Kara's cheeks tinged with pink as she tried to hide her embarrassment. "He's... charming."

Alex smirked. "Oh, I see the sparks flying already."

Kara looked down, her fingers playing with the rim of her glass. "It's just a first impression, Alex."

(Y/n) returned with the drinks, his gaze shifting between the two women. He had an uncanny ability to read people, to dissect their intentions and desires, and he knew he had made an impression on Kara.

As the night wore on, laughter and conversation flowed like the drinks at their table. Kara found herself drawn to (Y/n)'s wit and charm, while (Y/n) savored every stolen glance and subtle interaction. The city lights seemed to dance in his eyes, a reflection of the twisted narrative he was weaving.

In the midst of the revelry, (Y/n) excused himself to get more drinks. He stood at the bar, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the counter. His mind was currently a whirlwind of thoughts, analyzing Kara's every move, every expression.

Her curiosity is palpable, and her innocence is a canvas I can paint upon, (Y/n) thought, a smirk playing at his lips.

The night continued, fueled by laughter and camaraderie. Kara's heart raced as she found herself laughing at (Y/n)'s anecdotes, his presence magnetic and alluring. She tried to conceal her growing attraction, but her sister's teasing glances didn't go unnoticed.

As the night came to an end and the trio prepared to leave the bar, Kara's gaze met (Y/n)'s one last time. Kara's cheeks warmed and she quickly averted her eyes. Unbeknownst to her, (Y/N)'s mind was already concocting a narrative that would bind their fates in ways she could never have imagined.

{Part 2} out soon.

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Shadows of Desire - Wanda Maximoff x male reader (Part 3)

{summary: reader and wanda's bond deepens, reader's possessive tendencies come into play, wanting to have wanda all to his own.}

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Part 3: Veil of Shadows

As their story reached its climax, (Y/n)'s obsession with Wanda was both a lifeline and a curse. His possessive nature grew stronger, his darker desires fighting to break free. The moments of intimacy they shared were punctuated by his internal struggle.

One fateful night, as the moon hung low over the city, (Y/n) found himself standing before Wanda, his eyes a storm of emotions. He pinned her against the wall, his fingers gripping her wrists as his lips claimed hers in a kiss that was both demanding and passionate.

"Wanda," he murmured against her lips, his voice a mix of longing and desperation.

Wanda's eyes held a mixture of surrender and challenge. "I'm not afraid of your darkness, (Y/n). But you have to let me in."

The fire between them blazed, a dance of shadows and light, passion and possession. As their bodies intertwined, (Y/n)'s inner conflict reached its zenith. He just couldn't get enough of her. He was torn between his desire to protect Wanda and his own thirst for the forbidden.

As dawn broke over the city, (Y/n) and Wanda stood at a crossroads. Their love story was a tapestry woven with threads of passion and possession, desire and darkness. The final chapter of their journey had yet to be written, the shadows of their past mingling with the uncertainty of their future.

With a lingering kiss, they parted ways, each carrying the weight of their desires and the promise of something more. The city's heartbeat continued, echoing through the streets as life carried on. (Y/n) and Wanda's story remained a tantalizing enigma, a question mark that invited speculation and imagination.

Epilogue

The city's heartbeat continued, echoing through the streets as life carried on. (Y/n) and Wanda's story remained a tantalizing enigma, a question mark that invited speculation and imagination. The fire of their passion, the shadows of their desires, were woven into the very fabric of the city itself, a testament to the complexity of love, possession, and the human heart.

THE END

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Shadows of Desire - Wanda Maximoff x male reader (Part 2)

[warning: sex/smut implied.]

{summary: reader and wanda's bond deepens, reader's possessive tendencies come into play, wanting to have wanda all to his own.}

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Part 2: Desires Unleashed

The days turned into nights, and (Y/n) and Wanda's connection deepened. Their conversations were a symphony of laughter and shared secrets, their stolen kisses a testament to the fire that burned within. Yet, beneath the surface, (Y/n)'s struggle intensified.

"You're a force to be reckoned with," Wanda said one night as they stood on a rooftop, the city's lights painting a vivid backdrop.

(Y/n)'s fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch tender yet possessive. "I'm not used to sharing."

Wanda's laughter danced on the breeze. "Are you suggesting I belong to you?"

The intensity in his eyes was undeniable. "Possessively so."

Wanda drove him crazy, when he was with her it was like he was in a whole other world, just waiting to be explored.

In the dim light of his studio, surrounded by his haunting paintings, (Y/n) pulled Wanda close. His lips found hers in a fervent kiss, his hands gripping her waist possessively. Their breaths mingled, a heated tango of desire and lust.

"I can't stand the thought of anyone else touching you," he confessed against her lips, his voice raw.

Wanda's fingers tangled in his hair, her response a mix of fire and longing. "Then show me, show me that I'm yours, and no one else's."

He pushed her up against the wall, making what room he could in a room filled with canvases, his arms around her waist tightened, finger pressing down on them, tight enough to leave a mark the next morning, but in that moment, engulfed by sheer lust and want, it was the last thing on either of their minds as (Y/n) peppered her throat with hungry kisses, making his way from her jaw, to her neck and working his way down while Wanda struggled to contain her moans.

It was a quite fortunate thing that particular night and many others like it, that (Y/n) lived alone.

The line between passion and possession blurred, and (Y/n)'s inner darkness battled against his love for Wanda. The intensity of their connection, the fire that ignited when they were near, masked the turmoil he grappled with.

The city's heartbeat pulsed around them as they walked along the edge of Central Park. (Y/n)'s fingers were entwined with Wanda's, his touch possessive yet tender. The moon hung low, casting a silvery glow over the cityscape, but his focus was solely on the woman beside him.

"Wanda," he said, his voice a mixture of desire and hesitation.

She turned to him, her eyes holding a question he was hesitant to answer. "What is it, (Y/n)?"

He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Tell me you're mine."

Wanda's breath caught, but she met his gaze with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "I'm yours, (Y/n). But you have to remember that possession can't replace trust."

{Part 3}

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Shadows of Desire - Wanda Maximoff x male reader (Part 1)

[summary: reader is an artist and wanda is an owner of a bookshop, when their fates intertwine upon a chance meeting, something intimate begins to bloom between them, even as secrets about the reader begin to unravel.]

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Part 1 - Enchanted Obsession

New York City's heartbeat echoed through its streets, a symphony of lights and shadows. Amidst the urban labyrinth stood "Whimsy Pages," a quaint bookshop owned by the beguiling Wanda Maximoff. Her laughter was a siren's call, a melody that beckoned souls from all walks of life.

(Y/n), a painter of enigma and shadows, entered her world with an unspoken yearning. Behind his cold exterior lay a curiosity that whispered of death and blood, a fascination he couldn't escape. Wanda's magnetic aura drew him like gravity, and every stolen glance fed the fire that raged within.

Their first encounter was brief, but it left an indelible mark on (Y/n). Wanda's eyes, a stormy blue that mirrored the depths of the ocean, met his inquisitive gaze. "Find something intriguing?"

He nodded, his voice a low rumble. "Words have a way of revealing secrets."

As days turned into weeks, (Y/n)'s silent visits grew more frequent. Every stolen smile, every casual conversation, stirred a desire he couldn't contain. His passion for his art, fueled by the darkness within, felt tamed by Wanda's presence.

One evening, as the bookshop closed its doors to the world, (Y/n) found himself alone with Wanda amidst the shelves. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows, and their conversation flowed as effortlessly as the wine.

"You're unlike anyone I've met," Wanda said, her fingers brushing against his.

He studied her, his gaze intense. "And what do you see?"

Wanda leaned closer, her lips a breath away from his. "A mystery... waiting to be unraveled."

"Doesn't it scare you?" He asked quietly, trying to keep himself from drowning in those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

She looked back at him with a fiery intensity that matched his own even as she replied in an equally quite whisper that he would have missed if not for hanging onto her every word, "...No."

The air between them crackled with an electric passion, but (Y/n)'s possessive nature was a steady undercurrent. He imagined claiming her, making her his in every sense of the word. But he reigned in his darker desires, for now. Someone as exquisite as her deserved, to be treated as such.

The city's heartbeat seemed to synchronize with (Y/n)'s pulse as he returned to his studio that night. The canvas before him was a blank slate, waiting to be painted with the emotions that roiled within him.

But as his brush touched the canvas, it was Wanda's image that emerged, her eyes filled with curiosity and an undeniable allure.

Thoughts of her— none of them innocent, far from it in fact, filled his head as he slowly dipped the brush in the pain can.

He painted her with reverence, each stroke a declaration of his obsession. The red hues he used mirrored the passion that consumed him whenever he was near her. But as the image took form, so did his possessiveness, a need to claim her as his and his alone intensifying.

{Part 2}

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Hello, You - Kate Bishop x male reader

[warnings: creepy behavior from reader side, stalking}

[summary: a marvel au, inspired by the nexflix series, you, where kate bishop who is a frequent customer at the coffee shop where reader is a barista.]

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In the bustling coffee shop, (Y/n) was a familiar face behind the counter, his welcoming smile concealing a maze of thoughts. Beneath the charm and warmth he exuded, (Y/n) possessed a mind that reveled in complexity and depth, often hidden from the world around him.

Kate Bishop, vibrant and quick-witted, frequented the coffee shop, her laughter a soothing melody amidst the cacophony of conversations. That day, a joke from (Y/n) caught her attention, and her laughter rang out, genuine and unguarded.

Unbeknownst to Kate, (Y/n)'s observations extended beyond their shared moments. He studied her with an intensity that bordered on fascination, his gaze penetrating layers that went unnoticed by others. His smile held secrets, and his curiosity knew no bounds.

In the subsequent weeks, their interactions deepened. Each visit was an interlude of shared jokes and laughter, woven together by an invisible thread. As Kate's presence in his life grew, (Y/n)'s thoughts swirled with a complexity that only he understood.

One day, as Kate entered the coffee shop, their eyes met, and the connection between them seemed to spark anew. There was something in her gaze, a hint of recognition or perhaps an understanding that lingered in the air. As he took her order, (Y/n)'s fingers moved with practiced grace, his mind tracing a path through thoughts that only he could decipher.

"Hey, (Y/n)," she greeted with familiarity, a hint of a smile gracing her lips. "My usual, please."

Behind his polite demeanor, (Y/n)'s thoughts were a whirlwind of contemplation. He couldn't help but observe the way she carried herself, the cadence of her laughter, and the light that danced in her eyes. She was captivating – a puzzle that beckoned to be solved.

Kate's visits became an oasis in his routine, a respite from the mundanity of daily life. Her laughter resonated within him, a melody that echoed through the corridors of his thoughts. And as he prepared her coffee, he couldn't help but notice the way she laughed – an unguarded expression that sent a jolt through him.

Yet, beneath the surface, his thoughts were intricate and layered. He observed her life from a distance, tracing her digital footprints across social media platforms. His keyboard was a gateway to a world that he yearned to understand – a world that he believed held the key to her essence.

"Is it wrong to want to know her more intimately? To unravel the intricacies of her thoughts, her desires, her dreams?" (Y/n) questioned within the sanctuary of his thoughts. He justified his actions, convinced that his intentions were pure. After all, his yearning was driven by a desire to forge a connection, a connection that transcended the boundaries of ordinary interaction.

The hours turned into a haze as he scrolled through her online presence, mining for details that would bring him closer to her. Each photograph, each post, painted a portrait of her life – a life that he yearned to be a part of. And as he delved deeper, his emotions swirled with a fervor that he couldn't ignore.

In the coffee shop, their interactions continued, each one a symphony of shared moments that etched themselves into (Y/n)'s memory. He watched her closely, his gaze a tapestry of observation and longing. And as Kate continued to laugh, (Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat, a silent witness to the tendrils of connection that had taken root within him.

"Hello, you."

THE END or part 2?

[froottalks]

Fractured Promises - Caitlin Snow x gn! reader (alternate version)

{A/N: Here you go, I had written an other one too, it's more fit for your hurt/comfort request, I hope you like it.}

[warnings: mentions of death]

[summary: where reader had promised caitlin that reader would take caitlin out on a date after all the zoom trouble was over but had died in the fight against zoom and caitlin is left alone thinking of reader and their promise.]

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{Original version} {Alternate version}

The silence within S.T.A.R. Labs was palpable, a heavy shroud that hung over the once bustling facility. Caitlin Snow stood near the large window, staring out at the city lights that seemed to twinkle with a distant melancholy. The battle against Zoom had been won, but the cost had been staggering. Friends lost, sacrifices made – the aftermath was a tapestry of grief and pain.

Caitlin held a weathered piece of paper in her trembling hand – a note that you had written for her. "After all this Zoom trouble is over," you had penned, your words etching a promise in her heart, "I promise I'll take you out on that long-awaited date. You deserve it, Cait."

Tears welled up in Caitlin's eyes as she clung to the note, your voice echoing in her mind. She whispered to the empty room, "You promised me." The pain of your absence was a sharp ache, a wound that wouldn't heal.

(Flashback)

Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, you and Caitlin had found a moment of respite. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber hue across the sky. Sitting together on the rooftop, you shared a quiet moment, away from the worries of Zoom and the looming battles.

Caitlin smiled, the genuine kind that only you seemed to evoke. "Once this is all over," she began, her voice soft, "you owe me that date you promised."

You grinned back, your heart warming at the sight of her smile. "Absolutely. Candlelit dinner, maybe some dancing."

Caitlin's laugh was a melody, the sound making the world feel a little lighter. "Dancing, huh? I might need some practice."

With a teasing smile, you extended your hand. "Well then, Dr. Snow, may I have this dance?"

Caitlin's hand slipped into yours, and for a moment, you swayed together under the stars. It was a moment of stolen sweetness amidst the turmoil, a memory that would forever be etched into both your hearts.

(Flashback end)

Back in the present, Caitlin's grip tightened on the note as a sob caught in her throat. The memory of that fleeting moment felt like a lifeline, a connection to the love and light that had once filled her world. She had never expected to find someone who made her feel seen, understood, and cherished the way you did.

Grief washed over her anew, and Caitlin crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She missed you – your laughter, your touch, the way your presence made the darkest days a little brighter. The void you left behind was a chasm that she didn't know how to navigate.

As moments turned to hours, Caitlin's sorrow began to morph into a quiet determination. She knew you wouldn't want her to lose herself in despair. Your memory, your promise – they were sparks of hope that she couldn't let fade away.

Pushing herself up, Caitlin wiped her tears and stared at the note clutched in her hand. "You promised me," she said softly, her voice laced with both sorrow and strength. With a deep breath, she rose from the floor, her steps carrying her forward, one painful stride at a time.

Caitlin knew the journey to healing would be long and arduous, but she was determined to honor your memory. To keep your love alive, she'd carry the promise of that date with her, tucked away in the depths of her heart. And as the days passed, Caitlin Snow would find solace in the bittersweet ache of your memory, the eternal echo of a love that would never truly fade.

THE END

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hi ! uhh could i have a caitlin snow x gn! (or transmasc) reader with the prompt “You promised me.”

Fractured Promises - Caitlin Snow x gn! reader

{A/N: Here you go, I hope you like it.}

[warnings: mentions of death]

[summary: where reader had promised caitlin that reader would take caitlin out on a date after all the zoom trouble was over but had died in the fight against zoom and caitlin is left alone thinking of reader and their promise.]

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{Original version} {Alternate version}

The S.T.A.R. Labs facility stood in somber silence, bearing the scars of battles fought and sacrifices made. Caitlin Snow found herself staring out of the large window, her gaze fixed on the city beyond. The aftermath of the relentless struggle against Zoom had taken its toll, leaving wounds both visible and hidden. The loss of friends, allies, and loved ones weighed heavily on her heart, a pain that seemed almost too much to bear.

In her trembling hand, she clutched a small piece of paper – a note that you had left for her. The edges of the paper were slightly worn from being read and reread, a testament to the simple promise it held. "After all this Zoom trouble is over," you had written, "I promise I'll take you out on that long-awaited date. You deserve it, Cait."

Tears welled up in Caitlin's eyes as she unfolded the note, her heart aching with the bittersweet memory of your words. The memory of you – your laughter, your kindness, the way you always seemed to understand – felt so vivid, as if you were standing right beside her.

(Flashback)

The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the city. You and Caitlin sat on the rooftop of S.T.A.R. Labs, the evening breeze ruffling your hair. The tension from the day's work had melted away, leaving behind a sense of peace.

"You know, when all of this is over," you began, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "I'm taking you out on a proper date."

Caitlin raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh really? And what kind of date are we talking about?"

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The kind with candlelit dinners, stargazing, and absolutely no talk of metahuman crises."

She laughed, a sound that was like music to your ears. "Sounds like a dream."

"It's a promise," you said, your voice soft but unwavering.

(Flashback end)

Caitlin's grip on the note tightened as she fought back the tears. The memory of that moment felt like a lifeline, a connection to the love and warmth that you had brought into her life. She had never expected to find someone who understood her as you did, who saw beyond the scientist facade to the person beneath.

The weight of your absence settled over her like a heavy shroud. She longed to hear your voice again, to feel your touch, but the reality was cruel and unyielding – you were gone, taken from her by the very danger you had all been fighting against.

Caitlin sank to the floor, the note slipping from her grasp as tears streamed down her cheeks. She clung to the memories, the promise, and the love you had shared. The pain was almost suffocating, the emptiness in her heart echoing the void you had left behind.

"You promised me," Caitlin whispered, her voice carrying a mix of longing and grief. She closed her eyes, trying to hold onto the image of you, to the warmth of your presence.

Time seemed to stretch on, an endless cycle of memories and grief. But amidst the darkness, Caitlin found a flicker of strength. She knew that you wouldn't want her to give in to despair. Your promise, your memory, and the love you had shared were a beacon of hope that she couldn't ignore.

Caitlin wiped away her tears and stood up, determination in her eyes. She felt broken— shattered even; but she would be strong, for you. She may have lost you, but she still had a promise to keep – to honor your memory, to carry your love with her, and to find a way to move forward, no matter how difficult it seemed.

"You promised me," she whispered, her voice stronger now, a tribute to the love that had once blossomed between you. And with that promise echoing in her heart, Caitlin Snow faced the world anew, carrying the memory of your love with her every step of the way.

THE END

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Enigmatic Desires - Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

[summary: natasha is a vampire and the ceo of a large tech company and reader is her new personal assistant.]

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The towering skyscrapers of New York City cast long shadows as (Y/n) (L/n) hurried through the bustling streets, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She had just landed a prestigious job as a personal assistant to the enigmatic CEO of a prominent tech company—Natasha Romanoff.

As she walked, (Y/n) couldn't help but gush to her sister over the phone. "I can't believe it, Emma! I'm going to be working for Natasha Romanoff herself! She's a legend in the tech world."

Her sister's voice held a hint of amusement. "Sounds like you've hit the jackpot, sis. Just remember, stay calm and be yourself."

Arriving at the gleaming glass building that housed the tech company, (Y/n) felt a mixture of awe and trepidation. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and entered the bustling lobby. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the hum of activity that signaled innovation and success.

With her heart in her throat, (Y/n) made her way to the elevator and pressed the button for the topmost floor. The ride up felt like an eternity, and she found herself rehearsing her introduction in her mind.

The elevator doors finally opened, revealing a sleek and modern office floor. (Y/n) stepped out, her eyes wide with wonder. The employees she passed nodded in acknowledgment, some giving her friendly smiles. She returned the gestures, eager to make a good impression.

Her destination was a set of double doors at the far end of the floor. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) knocked softly and then pushed the doors open. The sight that greeted her took her breath away.

Seated behind an imposing desk was Natasha Romanoff, the CEO herself. Natasha's presence was commanding, and her aura exuded power and confidence. The woman's red hair fell in elegant waves around her shoulders, and she wore a crisp white business suit that emphasized her formidable beauty.

"Ah, the new personal assistant," Natasha remarked, her gaze locking onto (Y/n)'s as if she could see right through her.

(Y/n)'s voice was almost a whisper as she addressed her new boss. "Ms. Romanoff, it's an honor to meet you."

Natasha's lips curved into a knowing smile, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Please, call me Natasha."

(Y/n)'s heart raced as Natasha's gaze held hers. There was an intensity in that gaze, a silent understanding that sent shivers down her spine. Natasha's voice was smooth and velvety, a seductive undertone that (Y/n) couldn't ignore.

"Relax, (Y/n). I promise I won't bite," Natasha smirks, "...much."

The corners of (Y/n)'s lips twitched into a shy smile, slightly nervous by the change in the air. "R- Right, of course."

Natasha's laughter was like a melody, filling the room with its warmth. "I couldn't resist. Welcome to my domain."

As (Y/n) settled into her new role, she found herself navigating the intricacies of the company with a mix of determination and eagerness. She interacted with various employees, learning about their projects and contributing her skills to help streamline operations. However, the highlight of her day was her interactions with Natasha.

During their brief encounters, Natasha's demeanor ranged from businesslike to surprisingly playful. She would drop witty remarks that left (Y/n) blushing and stammering for words. Yet, Natasha's presence was magnetic, drawing (Y/n) in even as she attempted to maintain her professional composure.

One day, as (Y/n) entered Natasha's office to deliver a set of documents, Natasha looked up from her work and fixed her with an intense gaze.

"(Y/n), do you believe in fate?"

(Y/n)'s brows furrowed as she considered the question. "I suppose I do, in a way. Everything happens for a reason, right?"

Natasha leaned back in her chair, her fingers steepled as she studied (Y/n). "I believe that too. And sometimes, fate brings unexpected people into our lives."

The weight of Natasha's gaze left Y/N momentarily breathless. She cleared her throat and offered a small smile. "I'm glad fate brought me here, then."

Natasha's lips curved into a genuine smile, and for a fleeting moment, the enigma that was Natasha Romanoff seemed vulnerable. "As am I, (Y/n)."

The bond between (Y/n) and Natasha deepened with each passing day. (Y/n) found herself looking forward to their interactions, her heart racing whenever Natasha's gaze lingered a little too long. Yet, there was a sense of familiarity between them, as if they were two souls destined to cross paths.

As (Y/n) navigated the world of high-powered executives and cutting-edge technology, she couldn't help but wonder about the woman behind the CEO persona. Natasha's strength and playfulness were a captivating combination, and (Y/n) found herself drawn to her in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.

The enigmatic Natasha Romanoff had become more than just a powerful CEO—she had become the object of (Y/n)'s curiosity and desire, a puzzle waiting to be unraveled.

Weeks turned into months, and (Y/n) became an integral part of Natasha's professional world. She juggled schedules, managed appointments, and even joined Natasha in important meetings, all the while finding herself falling deeper under the CEO's charismatic spell.

The tech world respected Natasha Romanoff not only for her groundbreaking innovations but also for her elusive nature. Rumors about her past were like whispers in the wind, tantalizing fragments of a story waiting to be unveiled. Yet, Natasha's attention was focused solely on her company's success, with little time for personal matters.

One evening, as (Y/n) sorted through a pile of documents in her own office, her phone buzzed with a message. She picked it up and saw that it was from Natasha.

Meet me in my office in ten minutes. We have a matter to discuss.

Curiosity piqued, (Y/n) quickly gathered her things and headed to Natasha's office. She knocked softly on the door and entered when she heard Natasha's voice inviting her in.

"(Y/n), please, have a seat."

(Y/n) took the chair across from Natasha's desk and met her gaze. There was a seriousness in Natasha's eyes that she hadn't seen before.

"I have a proposition for you," Natasha began, her voice steady. "I've been considering expanding our operations into international markets. It's a massive undertaking, and it requires someone I trust implicitly to oversee it."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "You're entrusting me with that responsibility?"

Natasha nodded. "You've proven yourself capable and dedicated, (Y/n). I believe you have the potential to make this venture successful."

(Y/n) felt a swell of pride and excitement. "I won't let you down, Natasha."

Natasha's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "I know you won't. And, if all goes well, this could mean a significant promotion for you."

(Y/n)'s pulse quickened. "Thank you, Natasha. I'm truly honored."

As they discussed the details of the new project, (Y/n) felt a renewed sense of purpose. Natasha's trust in her abilities was a validation of her hard work and dedication. She left Natasha's office that evening with a sense of determination and excitement, eager to prove herself on this new international stage.

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/n) threw herself into the project with unwavering commitment. Late nights and early mornings became the norm, and (Y/n) found herself immersed in a world of international business negotiations and strategic planning.

Throughout it all, Natasha remained a steadfast presence, offering guidance and support when needed. Their interactions became less playful and more focused, as the demands of their work took precedence.

Yet, despite the professional façade, (Y/n) couldn't help but wonder about the woman behind the title. Natasha's stoic exterior belied a depth of emotion that (Y/n) longed to uncover. And so, one evening after a particularly grueling day, (Y/n) decided to take a chance.

She knocked on Natasha's office door and entered when she heard a soft "come in."

Natasha looked up from her work, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "(Y/n), is everything alright?"

(Y/n)'s heart pounded as she met Natasha's gaze. "I wanted to talk to you about something, Natasha. Something personal."

Natasha looked at her for a moment, then gestured to the chair in front of her desk. "Please, have a seat."

As (Y/n) settled into the chair, she took a deep breath. "Natasha, you've always been a bit of an enigma. I know you as a CEO, a leader, but I want to know more about the person behind the title. What drives you? What are your passions outside of work?"

Natasha regarded (Y/n) with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. "You're perceptive, (Y/n). Most people are content with the CEO persona. But you're different."

(Y/n)'s gaze never wavered. "I want to understand you, Natasha. The real you."

A thoughtful silence settled between them before Natasha spoke again. "Very well, (Y/n). I'll share a piece of myself with you."

As Natasha began to speak, her words carried a weight of vulnerability and honesty that (Y/n) hadn't anticipated. She spoke of her early life, her struggles, and the journey that had led her to become the CEO of a global tech empire. Natasha's voice was filled with a mixture of pride and sadness, and (Y/n) listened with rapt attention.

When Natasha finished her story, she looked at (Y/n) with a rare softness in her eyes. "Thank you for listening, (Y/n)."

(Y/n) reached across the desk and placed her hand over Natasha's. "Thank you for trusting me with your story, Natasha."

In that moment, the distance between them seemed to vanish, replaced by a sense of understanding and intimacy that went beyond their professional roles. (Y/n) felt a surge of affection for the woman before her, a woman who had faced adversity with strength and determination.

As (Y/n) left Natasha's office that evening, she couldn't shake the feeling that their connection had deepened in a profound way. The enigma that had been Natasha Romanoff was slowly unraveling, revealing a woman of substance and complexity.

But even as (Y/n) walked out of Natasha's office room, there was something nagging at her in the back of her mind, something she couldn't quite shake off.

Natasha's words had seemed guarded, she seemed to omit some things in her story, like she was trying to hide something, but (Y/n) pushed away the feeling for the moment, even as a foreboding feeling filled her.

{Part 2} out soon.

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A Flame Ignited - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: reader and natasha's connection deepen and they share a romantic moment]

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{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

Their journey had taken them from the confines of the gym to the intimate embrace of a kiss—a journey that had ignited a spark that neither (Y/n) nor Natasha could ignore. As their lips parted, their gazes locked, and the world around them seemed to fade into insignificance.

The gym, once a place of training and discipline, had become the backdrop for a connection that went beyond physical skills. (Y/n) had learned to channel her energy and determination, but she had also discovered a deeper bond with Natasha—one that transcended the roles of instructor and student.

Natasha's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s cheek, her touch gentle and affectionate. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, a smile gracing her lips. "The feeling is mutual, Nat."

As they stood there, their bodies close and their hearts aligned, the weight of their newfound connection filled the air. The journey that had brought them together was one of self-discovery, vulnerability, and the realization that sometimes, the most unexpected sparks could lead to the most extraordinary relationships.

Over the following weeks, (Y/n) and Natasha's relationship blossomed. Their dates ranged from coffee shops to leisurely walks in the park, each moment deepening their understanding of each other. They shared stories from their pasts, vulnerabilities that they had never shared with anyone else, and dreams that had long been hidden.

One evening, as they strolled through the park hand in hand, Natasha opened up about her life before becoming an Avenger. She spoke of her time in the Red Room, the struggles she had faced, and the strength she had found within herself to overcome the darkness.

"It was a difficult journey," Natasha admitted, her gaze distant yet resolute. "But it led me here—to this moment with you."

(Y/n) squeezed Natasha's hand, a silent acknowledgment of the strength and resilience that had brought them together. "I'm glad you found your way to this moment, Natasha."

Their connection was more than just a physical attraction; it was a shared understanding of the complexities of life, the battles they had fought, and the hope that had carried them through.

As they returned to (Y/n)'s apartment that evening, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Their journey had led them to this moment—a moment filled with tenderness, desire, and the promise of something more.

Natasha's fingers traced a path along (Y/n)'s jawline, her touch sending shivers down (Y/n)'s spine. Their gazes locked, their eyes communicating a yearning that words couldn't express.

"You've ignited a fire in me, (Y/n)," Natasha whispered, her eyes darkening and her voice a mixture of desire and something more.

(Y/n)'s heart raced, her breaths coming in shallow waves as she met Natasha's gaze. "I feel the same way, Nat."

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a melding of desires and emotions that had been building between them. The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer, each movement a declaration of their mutual longing.

As they pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths mingling in the air. Natasha's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s cheek, her touch both gentle and possessive.

"Stay with me tonight," Natasha whispered, her voice a soft plea.

(Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat, her desire mirrored in her gaze. "I'd want nothing more."

Their journey had taken them from the training mat to the depths of their hearts—a journey of connection, vulnerability, and the acknowledgment of a spark that had ignited into a flame. As they shared their first night together, their bodies entwined and their hearts aligned, they knew that their story was just beginning.

In the quiet moments that followed, as their breathing slowed and their bodies settled into a peaceful embrace, Natasha whispered words that carried the weight of her emotions.

"I never thought I'd find this kind of love," she murmured, her voice a soft caress against (Y/n)'s skin.

(Y/n) smiled, her fingers tracing patterns along Natasha's back, a silent promise of her feelings. "Sometimes, the most unexpected sparks lead to the most extraordinary love."

And in that moment, as the world outside their embrace continued to turn, (Y/n) and Natasha knew that their journey together was a story of sparks that had ignited a connection—a connection that would burn brightly, illuminating their lives with love, strength, and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

THE END

[froottalks]

Igniting Desires - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: more intractions between natasha and reader. natasha asks reader to go out with her.]

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The coffee shop buzzed with activity as (Y/n) sat across from Natasha, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter punctuating their words as they shared stories and discovered common interests.

(Y/n) learned that Natasha's life wasn't just about espionage and combat. She had a love for classic literature, a weakness for a good slice of pizza, and a fondness for watching old movies on lazy Sundays.

"I never imagined I'd be having coffee with someone as amazing as you," (Y/n) admitted with a shy smile.

Natasha's eyes held a warmth that went beyond the casual banter. "The feeling is mutual, (Y/n)."

Their connection deepened with each passing moment, and (Y/n) found herself drawn to Natasha in a way that went beyond the confines of the gym. Natasha's strength and resilience were evident, but so were her vulnerability and authenticity.

As the weeks went by, their interactions evolved. Training sessions became a blend of flirtatious banter and rigorous practice. (Y/n)'s skills improved under Natasha's guidance, and their chemistry was undeniable.

One evening, as they sparred once again, their movements seemed to flow with an almost synchronized rhythm. The air was charged with tension, the electricity between them palpable.

"You've come a long way, (Y/n)," Natasha remarked, her voice a low hum.

(Y/n) smiled, her heart racing as she met Natasha's gaze. "Thanks to you, Nat."

Natasha's lips curved into a playful grin, her movements becoming more calculated. (Y/n) found herself dodging and countering with newfound confidence, their spar an intricate dance of strength and strategy.

At one point, (Y/n) managed to land a solid hit on Natasha's shoulder, a grin spreading across her face as she pulled back.

"Nice one," Natasha acknowledged, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and amusement.

As the spar continued, their movements grew more intense, their proximity sparking a fire that neither could deny. Their gazes locked, and (Y/n) felt a magnetic pull towards Natasha—an unspoken connection that went beyond words.

With a swift yet controlled move, Natasha maneuvered (Y/n) into a position that had her pinned to the mat once more. Their breaths mingled in the air, their faces mere inches apart.

Natasha's voice was a whisper, a promise of something more. "You've been a remarkable student, (Y/n)."

(Y/n)'s heart raced, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and desire. She met Natasha's gaze, her eyes filled with a newfound boldness.

"Natasha," she began, her voice steady. "You've taught me more than just kickboxing."

A flicker of emotion passed through Natasha's eyes, her lips parting slightly as if to respond.

Before Natasha could say anything, (Y/n) closed the distance between them, capturing Natasha's lips in a gentle yet passionate kiss. It was a moment of surrender, a culmination of the feelings that had been building between them.

Natasha's response was immediate, her arms wrapping around (Y/n)'s waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, their connection intensifying as they allowed themselves to fully embrace the spark that had ignited between them.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths intermingling in the air. (Y/n)'s heart raced, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Natasha's fingers brushed against (Y/n)'s cheek, her touch tender and gentle. "(Y/n)," she whispered, her voice a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

(Y/n) met Natasha's gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of affection and desire. "Natasha, I…"

Before she could finish her sentence, Natasha's lips met hers once more—a kiss that conveyed all the unspoken emotions they had shared.

As they pulled away, (Y/n) felt a mixture of exhilaration and contentment. Their journey had taken them from the sparring mat to a coffee shop, and now, into each other's arms.

"Would you like to go out with me?" Natasha asked, her voice a soft murmur against (Y/n)'s lips.

A smile tugged at the corners of (Y/n)'s mouth as she looked into Natasha's eyes—the eyes that had seen both darkness and light, strength and vulnerability.

"I'd love to," (Y/n) replied, her voice filled with a mixture of certainty and happiness.

Natasha's lips curved into a genuine smile, a rare sight that warmed (Y/n)'s heart. They lingered in each other's embrace, knowing that their connection was more than just a spark—it was a flame that had the potential to burn brightly.

{Part 3}

[froottalks]

Sparks in the Ring - Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

[summary: reader decides to learn kickboxing and natasha is her instructor. need i say more?]

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The gym buzzed with the rhythmic thud of punching bags and the sound of determined grunts. Natasha Romanoff, known to most as the legendary Black Widow, stood in the center of the training area, her sharp eyes surveying the room. She was more than an Avenger; she was a skilled combatant, a master of espionage, and now, a kickboxing instructor.

(Y/n) (L/N) had entered the gym that day with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The decision to take up kickboxing had been a spontaneous one, driven by a desire to challenge herself and perhaps find a new way to channel her energy. With every step she took closer to the training area, her heart pounded with a blend of anticipation and determination.

"Hey, are you here for the kickboxing class?" a friendly voice called out, snapping (Y/n) out of her thoughts. She turned to find a woman with fiery red hair and a warm smile standing beside her.

"Yeah, that's right," (Y/n) replied, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

The woman's smile widened. "You're in for a great workout. I'm Natasha, your instructor."

Natasha's presence was magnetic, her aura radiating confidence and strength. (Y/n) found herself drawn to her instructor's energy, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

The class commenced, and Natasha led the group through a series of warm-up exercises. (Y/n) struggled to keep up at first, but she was determined to give it her all. As they moved on to practicing kicks and punches, (Y/n)'s body began to respond to the rhythm of the workout, her determination igniting a newfound energy.

After the class ended, (Y/n) stayed behind to catch her breath. As she wiped the sweat off her forehead, she noticed Natasha approaching her.

"Great job for your first class," Natasha said with a smile. "You caught on quickly."

(Y/n) grinned, a sense of accomplishment warming her. "Thanks. It was challenging, but I really enjoyed it."

"Kickboxing isn't just about strength; it's about control and technique," Natasha explained. "With practice, you'll get better."

As weeks turned into months, (Y/n)'s dedication paid off. She became a regular at the gym, honing her skills and pushing her limits. Natasha was there every step of the way, guiding her through the process and offering encouragement.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, (Y/n) found herself alone in the gym with Natasha. They had developed a comfortable rapport, often sharing light banter and laughter during training.

"Ready to spar?" Natasha asked, a glint of challenge in her eyes.

(Y/n)'s heart raced at the prospect. She had sparred with classmates before, but this was different. This was Natasha Romanoff, a woman who had faced down the most dangerous adversaries and emerged victorious.

"Sure, why not?" (Y/n) replied, her voice confident.

As they stepped into the sparring area, (Y/n) couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness. The adrenaline surged through her veins, heightening her senses.

The spar began, and (Y/n) focused on her training, relying on her instincts and the techniques Natasha had taught her. Their movements were a dance of precision and strategy, each strike and dodge a testament to their training.

To (Y/n)'s surprise, she found herself holding her own against Natasha. It was as if all the hours of training had culminated in this moment. They exchanged punches and kicks, the intensity of the match escalating with every passing second.

Natasha's skill was undeniable, her movements fluid and controlled. (Y/n) pushed herself to match her instructor's pace, her determination shining through.

As the spar reached its peak, Natasha's eyes locked onto (Y/n)'s, a playful grin tugging at her lips. Their gazes held a magnetic pull, an unspoken challenge and a shared understanding.

In a swift movement, Natasha deflected (Y/n)'s strike and spun, using her momentum to disarm her opponent. (Y/n) found herself on the mat, pinned beneath Natasha's weight.

Their breaths mingled in the air, the tension between them palpable. Natasha's gaze was intense, a fire that mirrored the sparks in (Y/n)'s chest.

"You're a quick learner," Natasha said, her voice husky. "I'm impressed."

(Y/n)'s heart raced, her cheeks flushing as their close proximity sent shivers down her spine. "Thanks, Nat."

Natasha's eyes held a hint of mischief, her fingers trailing a path along (Y/n)'s arm. "You know, I think you've earned a reward for your hard work."

(Y/n)'s breath caught as Natasha's face drew closer, their lips almost brushing. The gym around them seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the two of them in their own world.

"Would you like to grab a coffee with me after this?" Natasha whispered, her lips ghosting over (Y/n)'s ear.

A thrill coursed through (Y/n)'s veins, her heart pounding in her chest. She met Natasha's gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

"Absolutely," (Y/n) replied, her voice filled with confidence she didn't know she possessed.

With a playful smirk, Natasha released (Y/n) from the pin, allowing her to sit up. As they both stood, their eyes locked once more—a promise of what was to come.

{Part 2}