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alotofpockets · 11 months

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Replaced | Part 1 | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader, and Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Story warnings: heart disease/failure, loss of a parent, absent father.

Story summary: Your father, Tony Stark, has been rather absent in the recent years of your life. What will happen when you show up at the Avengers Compound after you lose your mom?

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Your parents split up when you were just two years old, therefore you didn't even remember them together. You've lived with just your mom ever since. At first you spend every summer at your dad's, but ever since he became Iron Man, that stopped. Your dad had claimed to not have enough time on his hands to keep you safe.

It's been about ten years since you've had sleepovers at your dad's in the summer. You had seen him every few months to catch up over dinner, but much more than that you hadn't seen of your dad. It sucks, because he was your dad and you want him in your life, but over the years it started to get more and more clear to you that being an entrepreneur and superhero was more important to him than being a father.

Over those years your mom had been your biggest form of support, she was always there for you and your needs. She was your mom and best friend in one, you could share everything with her. Sure, your dad made sure you and your mom had the money to live a good life, and so that your mom was able to keep her local book store running instead of having to get a better paying job. You were very grateful for that, because your mom absolutely loved that store. On your eighteenth birthday your mom asked you if you wanted to be the co-owner of the store. You had been working there as a side job ever since you started college. You were grateful for her offer, and gladly accepted it.

At college you studied business, something that clearly runs in the family. Everything you’ve learned in class, you got to put to use at the store. Once you were done with college, your mom had taught you about every aspect of the store, unbeknownst to you, making you ready to take over one day. It happened suddenly, one day everything was good, and the next day you were in an ambulance because your mother had collapsed. After hours of testing the doctor let you know that something was wrong with her heart. At first medication was enough to help your mom get through the day, but when those stopped working, she had to have surgery. She stayed at the hospital for a while to monitor everything. You spend as much time as you could by her side, while also keeping the store running. It was mentally and physically draining, but the store was your mom’s pride and joy, and you had every intention to keep it running for her. She got a bit better after the surgery, but gradually over the months she was declining in her health once again.

She ended up in the hospital once again, this time she was on 24-hour watches. When the doctors informed you that there wasn’t anything they could do for her anymore, you started talking about a DNR. Your mom had a long talk with you, stating that she left everything to you in the will. “Sweetheart, I know you have big dreams and I want you to follow them all. Please don’t let keeping the store get in the way of that. I love you, and I want you to live your life for you, okay sweetheart?” That evening you had cried in her arms as she signed the DNR form.

Your mom was in the hospital for another week when the day you had been dreading came. The day you got the call from the doctors saying that your mom wasn’t going to make it to the end of the day. You closed down the store and rushed to the hospital, wanting to spend her last moments together. The rest of the day you spent by her side, holding her hand, and telling her your favorite memories together. You had balled your eyes out as the heart monitor's beeping started slowing down, eventually dying down to a continuous beep. The doctor came in to turn off the machine, and sent his condolences your way, before leaving you to say your last goodbyes.

You didn't know where to go when you left the hospital, walking around aimlessly, until you found yourself at the Avengers Compound. You decided to ring the doorbell, since your subconscious led you here and you really needed to rehydrate. A woman's voice sounded over the intercom, "Avengers Compound, who is it?" You quickly wiped your tears as you saw a camera was pointing at your face, "Ehm, I'm Y/n Stark, I'm here to see my dad."

The voice stayed quiet for a moment, "Very funny, do you have ID to prove that?" You reached into your pocket and held your ID up to the camera. “One moment, I’ll be right with you.” A minute later the door was opened by the woman you knew from the news as Black Widow. “Hi, I’m Natasha. Sorry about that, you don’t want to know how many kids come up here claiming to be one of our kids, in hopes they can enter the building.” With a small voice you replied, “It’s okay. Is he here?” Natasha shook her head, “No, but I’ll let him know you’re here. Come on, I’ll walk you to the common room.” She led you to the couch and offered you a drink.

While Natasha walked to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, all the emotions that came with losing your mom came to the service. You put your feet up on the couch, bringing your legs to your chest. Your head leaning on your knees as tears start streaming down your face once again. Natasha walks back into the common room with the glass of water and notices your state, she takes a seat next to you on the couch. “Hey, what’s wrong? I know we just met, but no one should go through these kinds of emotions alone. May I hug you?” Without saying anything, you lean into Natasha. She was right, you had just met her, but you really needed the comfort. You felt Natasha’s arms wrap around your shoulders and hold you tight. “My mom.” You say with a shaky voice, “I just lost my mom.” You cry out. Natasha moves one of her hands to rub small circles on your back. Natasha knew what loss was and felt for the stranger in her arms. She wanted to bring you comfort, the way she wished she had gotten.

It wasn’t until later in the day, when you had calmed down, met some of the other Avengers, and settled down on the couch watching a movie with them that your dad got home. He didn’t even notice you there, so Natasha spoke up. “Tony, did you get my messages?” She said while moving her eyes between him and you. That’s when his eyes fell on you, “Oh, y/n, hi. What are you doing here?” It felt kind of awkward to be in the same room as your dad and it not being a restaurant. “Mom, she. She passed away earlier today.” You wipe away the tear that fell down your face quickly. “Oh, I’m sorry, y/n.” His phone rang before the conversation could continue, “I have to take this.” He stood up and walked away. Natasha gave you a sympathetic look, “Come on, I’ll get a room ready for you, and you can stay the night.”

You didn't sleep much that night, but who could blame you. Your mom just died, and your dad seemed to not give a shit about it or you. Reluctantly you got out of bed and put on the clothes Natasha laid out for you. Making your way to the kitchen, you were hoping that your dad would be there for you. Once you got to the kitchen though, your dad was getting ready to leave. "Ah good morning, y/n. I've got to pick up the kid, I'll be back later." And once again he was out the door.

Sitting down at the counter you stare blankly ahead of yourself. Wanda and Natasha find you in the kitchen after their morning work out. Wanda is the first to sense that something is wrong and approaches you. "Hey, y/n, how are you holding up?" Wanda had experienced her own loss with her parents and brother, all those feelings came back to the moment she heard that you had lost your mom. "Who's 'the kid' my dad is referring to?" Wanda takes no time in answering your question, only making you believe that your dad calls this person ‘kid’ all the time. "Peter Parker, or as you probably know him, Spider-Man." You divert your eyes once more. Moments later Natasha places a plate of food in front of you, "I'm no chef, but I hope it's good."

You all ate in silence, you were grateful for their comfort. "Hey, is there any way either one of you can bring me to the hospital? I need to figure out some things and sign some papers. I was going to ask my dad, but he's too busy." They both agreed to come with you, and even went into the hospital with you. You reached for Natasha's hand as the doctor spoke to you about the next steps.

After filling out all the necessary forms the doctor sent you on your way, since it had been a couple hours and it was around lunchtime now you asked the women, "Do you want to grab a quick bite? As a thank you for both of your support today." Wanda checks the time before saying, “I’m sorry, I’d love to, but I have to head back. I’ve got a few meetings this afternoon.” You look over to Natasha. "Yeah, let's do it. Only because I'm hungry though, not because you need to do this to thank us, I was happy to go with you." You both hugged Wanda goodby and headed to a nearby restaurant.

During lunch you spend the time getting to know each other better. She told you about her hobbies and what it was like to be an Avenger and you told her about your hobbies and the bookstore. "I have the rest of the day off, if you want to go by the store and make sure everything is settled there, since you left in a hurry yesterday." Natasha offered. "Are you sure? I'd really like that, but only if it's not too much trouble." Of course, it was no trouble at all, Natasha was enjoying getting to know you better.

At the store you spend some time on putting the money in the safe, which in your haste you didn’t even do, and some paperwork. Natasha was walking around the shop while you were finishing up. “It’s a wonderful place, y/n. You and your mom did an incredible job, I’m sure she is so proud of you for wanting to keep the store running.” You thanked her for her kindness before printing out a sign saying you would be closed for the next week.

Walking out of the store you got the sinking feeling that you were going to go home to an empty house. “Do you think I can stay at the Compound for another night?” You ask Natasha shyly. “Yeah, of course, do you want to grab some clothes before heading back?” At your front door you freeze with the keys in your hand, unable to unlock the door. “May I?” Natasha asks softly. You hand her the key and she opens the door for you. She takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, letting you know she’s there with you. After grabbing some clothes you make your way back to the Compound.

When you arrived back at the compound, you heard laughter coming from the common room. You recognized one of the voices to be the one of your dad, so you walked in. “Oh hey, kid, meet my daughter y/n.” Tony introduces you. “Y/n, this is Peter.” It was painful this morning hearing that your dad called another person ‘kid’, a nickname he used to call you, but the sight of this broke you even more. You turned on your heels and walked in the opposite direction. To your surprise your dad called after you, “Y/n, don’t leave.” That snaps something in you. “Don’t leave?” You ask, raising your voice slightly. “Isn’t that exactly like you did? You left me because you didn’t have time to keep me safe, and now I see you’ve just replaced me with another kid that you took under your wing. Why can you take care of him, but not of me?” Tony stood up. “Peter is different, he has powers, he can protect himself.”

“That’s bullshit, Natasha doesn’t have powers and she’s an Avenger, she can protect herself. And what about Clint, Yelena and Kate? Not to mention you yourself. They can all protect themselves. All you had to do was teach me how to protect myself, but instead you left.” You didn’t wait for a response and continued walking toward the room Natasha had let you stay in. “What was that all about?” Tony asks Natasha. “Man, I knew you could be oblivious, but seriously? She just lost her mom, the only person she has had to depend on. Wanda and I went to the hospital with her today to make arrangements, because you were too busy talking with Peter.” She turned to Peter, “No offense, Spider-Boy.” And with that Natasha followed you to the room.

“I’m so sorry about him.” She said as she walked into your room. You shrugged, “It’s fine, I don’t know why I expected more.” Natasha said down on the bed next to you. “Want to watch a movie, to get your mind off of everything?” You lifted the blanket for her to join you. About fifteen minutes into the movie, you lean into Natasha, Without a word, she wraps her arm around your shoulder. Not long after your eyes closed and you slept for the first time in weeks.

Your dad might not be there for you the way you wanted him to be, but you were glad you came here and got to meet Natasha. From the first time on that couch in the common room, you had felt a connection with her, a connection that had only grown stronger over the hours that you had known her. A connection that you knew was only going to continue growing.

Part 2

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 9 months

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Mr. Mailman | Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Natasha has a crush on the mailman :)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Mild language

Word Count: 1.7K

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A/N: This was an anon request. Enjoy!

“What’s wrong with her?” Sam asked as he watched Natasha forlornly stir her coffee while staring out the window.

“She’s upset Y/N won’t notice her,” Yelena explained.

“Shut up,” Nat snapped, shaking her head and snapping herself out of her fantasy.

“I’m not wrong. You’ve had his eye on him ever since he first showed up!”

“I said shut up!” While her tone was harsh, the blush creeping across her face told a different story. It was true. Natasha Romanoff, normally the stoic, unattached assassin, had a crush.

From the first day Y/N L/N stepped foot on the Avengers’ compound as the new Stark Industries delivery driver, Natasha was absolutely smitten. She didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the way his biceps bulged as he pulled the truck full of packages through the loading dock. Or maybe it was the flourish he used flipping the clipboard back to the dock manager after signing the package transfer. But truth be told it was the way he glanced up from the clipboard and smiled at Natasha the first day he saw her. Ever since then she used every excuse in the book to be at the loading dock or mailroom whenever he was there.

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You never anticipated that your first job after college would be a delivery driver for Stark Industries, but here you were. While it wasn’t the office job you anticipated, driving the delivery truck was actually pretty cool. Getting to step foot on the Avengers compound every day was cool. Having Tony Stark as your boss was cool. Sneaking a glance at Natasha Romanoff whenever you could? Cool isn’t the exact word you’d use for that.

The first time you laid eyes on Nat was your first day of work. You were signing for some packages that were being transferred from the compound to the main site when she walked by. She was passing through, on her way to some other location. All you did was look at her and smile. She flashed a quick grin in your general direction before speeding off. That was the last time she actually made eye contact with you, but it wasn’t the last time you saw her. Most days she was either in the mailroom or the loading dock whenever you got there. No words were exchanged between the two of you, but she was always there. Sometimes you sensed her looking at you, but she quickly glanced away when you looked over at her.

Natasha was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that. You never missed an opportunity to steal a quick glance whenever she passed by. But you were always too scared to actually strike up a conversation with her. She was the Black Widow: something about asking one of the world’s fiercest assassins out for coffee intimidated you. There was always the slight risk that an unwanted advance would end in your assassination. So you kept your distance for reasons of personal safety…or that’s what you told yourself.

******

“As the resident expert on waiting too long, don’t.”

“Drop it, Steve,” Nat chided. “I don’t even like him.”

“Oh, that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one,” Steve chuckled, dodging the coffee cup that came flying at his head. “It’s okay if you like him! I’ve talked to him a few times and he’s a nice guy.”

“No. No, it’s not okay. I wouldn’t know what to do if he liked me back…” she trailed off.

“You go out for coffee. You talk, you get to know each other.”

“Steve I…I’ve never actually dated anyone before!” Natasha blurted. Red crept up her cheeks as she finally admitted the one truth she never spoke aloud. The only other person who knew the truth was Yelena and even she was sworn to secrecy.

“What?”

“I know how to seduce people. That’s part of the job and I do it well. But it’s just the job. I’ve never done it for real.”

“Come on, you’re kidding. What about Connor?” Steve was shocked at the revelation. He set his coffee cup down on the counter and rubbed his beard as he stared at Natasha.

“That was a cover for the joint mission with MI6.”

“Lillian?”

“SHIELD mission.”

“David from Accounting?”

“Daniel. Just sex.”

Steve didn’t say anything: he just stared. Natasha glanced at her feet, kicking the ground in front of her as an awkward tension spread over the room. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole just to get her out of such an uncomfortable situation.

“Nat-”

“No one’s going to want to go out with a woman who’s never been on a date before,” Natasha replied tersely. She gulped the lump that was slowly creeping up her throat as she once again swallowed her pride.

It’s not that she didn’t want to eventually partner up with someone, in fact it was quite the opposite. After so many years of excuses, she just figured it would never happen to her. The possibility of something finally working out scared her. Natasha worried she wouldn’t know what to do. Sex was one thing. That was transactional, something both parties rendered knowing there weren’t any strings attached. Intimacy? That involved being vulnerable and saying how you felt. After so many years living so many lies Natasha wasn’t sure she was capable of such openness.

“You’ll never know unless you try,” Steve encouraged, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Cut the bullshit, Steve,” Natasha snapped as she shook his hand from her body. “We both know it’s not that simple.”

“It is with the right guy.”

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Should be good after this last trip, you thought to yourself as you pushed the overflowing mail cart down the winding hallway toward the mailroom. It was cold and rainy, a miserable day to be on the road, and all you wanted was to get out of there, drive the truck back to the city, and head to your apartment in Queens. All that was left was sorting the mail and putting it in the right mailboxes.

The mailroom was a convoluted maze of boxes, bins, tubes, and chutes. Everything had a specific spot and it was easy to mess up at first. Once you got the hang of it, sorting everything out wasn’t too bad. What once took over an hour only took you twenty or so minutes now. Plopping the cart down in front of the mailboxes, you got to work stuffing envelopes, packages, and postcards where they belonged. The work was mindless, meditative almost. Once you got into the rhythm of it your brain shut off and muscle memory took over. Today you were so in the zone that you didn’t notice the redhead walk into the room behind you, so when you turned around the shock of realizing you weren’t alone made you drop your armful of envelopes.

“Oh great,” you muttered, stooping down to pick up the papers.

“Here, let me-”

“No, it’s fine-”

“No, it’s my fault. Let me help you.”

You watched as the redhead knelt down in front of you, raking papers toward herself. It was the first time you were ever that close to Natasha Romanoff. A more looming, intimidating figure in your mind, she was surprisingly smaller and less threatening up close and in sweatpants. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t even know that she’s a trained assassin. She was so unobtrusive, so inconspicuous. She was also so, so incredibly beautiful.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize that you were in here,” you sheepishly apologized as you stared down at the red ponytail that was flopping back and forth.

“I have a bad habit of sneaking up on people,” Natasha admitted.

“Understandable,” you chuckled. Natasha gave a slight smile as she handed you some envelopes. God her eyes were the brightest green you’d ever seen. You grabbed the envelopes from her, holding onto them and locking eyes with her for far too long. Suddenly realizing you were actually a human being on earth currently existing in the moment, you cleared your throat abruptly and looked down at the letters.

“A lot of mail today,” Natasha mumbled. She snapped her head toward the mailbox, trying to hide the redness spreading over her cheeks. “Are you always this busy?”

“Uhhh, no. Not always. Normally it’s not this bad. Did y’all collectively decide that today was the best day to order from Amazon?”

“That’s either Bucky or Yelena. My sister’s always buying stuff she doesn’t need and Bucky loves the novelty of next-day delivery. I think it’s that whole ‘born over a hundred years ago’ thing.”

“Funny. Most of these packages are for you,” you teased, thrusting a stack of envelopes in her direction.

“What on earth?” Natasha fumbled the packages, completely confused as to why she had so many packages when she didn’t remember ordering anything. You watched as her eyes furrowed in utter confusion. Her bewilderment was equally amusing and adorable. “This has to be some sort of mistake.”

“I just deliver the mail, ma’am,” you replied.

“And make me feel old, Mr. Mailman. You can call me Natasha.”

“It’s Y/N, but you can call me Mr. Mailman if that makes you feel better.”

“How about I just call you instead?” Natasha blurted without realizing what she was saying.

“What?”

The second she realized what she just said, Natasha became totally overwhelmed with embarrassment. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” she mumbled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I’ll just-thanks for the packages. Have a good weekend.” She scrambled to pick up what she could before making a beeline for the door.

“Natasha, wait!” you heard yourself calling. “Please just wait, please, ummm…” She paused, still looking down at her packages as she faced away from you. “Umm, coffee? I mean, d’you want to get coffee? Not right now, I’ve still gotta get the truck back to the city. But maybe tomorrow? Or I can do Sunday if tomorrow doesn’t work. Basically whenever you’re free I can clear my schedule. If you want. No pressure.”

“Alright.”

“Sooooo tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow.” She glanced behind herself, shooting you a half grin that she was failing to stop from becoming a full on smile.

“Cool. Great. Awesome. Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you replied, totally breathless and in shock at the situation. A coffee date with Natasha Romanoff…what could go wrong?

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natspookie · 9 months

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match made in uni

☆ teacher college au ; strict adviser!nat (science teacher) x coadviser cute!reader (english teacher)

— im sure school isnt the same for everyone butttt for me in each class we have a teacher assigned as our advisor!!! they also teach classes

— longass oneshot because i’ve been working on this for two months……

soon, it was the beginning of a new school year at nyu. natasha, a science teacher known for her strictness, is finally getting her own advisory class.

natasha walks over to to her desk at the large, wine colored faculty and the new paper at the bulletin board catches her eye.

the list of co-advisors and advisors for this school year. natasha walks towards it and racks her eyes for her name and sees another beside it.

advisor - co advisor

Romanoff, Natasha - Y/l/n, Y/n

Barnes, Bucky - Rogers, Steve

Maximoff, Wanda - Barton, Clint

…

natasha furrows her eyebrows at the unfamiliar name next to hers.

“wanda, who is y/n y/l/n?” natasha turns around to the other redhead. if anyone were to know who and what, it would be wanda.

wanda was always the first to get on campus, natasha second.

“oh! she’s the new english teacher. very sweet young woman, maria accepted that job in harvard, remember?” she says with a sweet smile.

“you know this how?” natasha takes her seat in front of her desk, beside wanda’s “i bumped into her as she was given a tour, you’ll love her as your co- advisor!” natasha gave a hum.

she didn’t meet you till 2 weeks before the school year started. a faculty meeting was held at the auditorium. natasha walked in, expecting to be second, but was now third. she saw wanda and a y/h/c talking.

“nat!” wanda waved her over as the y/h/c turned her head to see natasha approaching “natasha, this is y/n! y/n, natasha”

“y/n” you smiled, extending your hand for a handshake “romanoff” she shook your hand once and dropped it “oh- of course, y/l/n then” you laughed as she nodded, taking the seat beside wanda.

natasha wouldn’t lie, you were attractive. she just didn’t know you enough. the meeting soon started, briefing what would happen when the students came. the list of advisors and co-advisors came up, making each person familiar with who they were working with.

after that, natasha soon realized your desk was beside hers at the faculty. you didn’t have much but some flowers at the side and sticky notes up.

natasha didn’t see much of you till the week of school starting itself. “wanda, do you happen do have y/l/n’s phone number?” “why don’t you ask her yourself, flirty” wanda giggled

“not in that way, genius. we need to prep our classroom” “sureeee… here ya go” wanda gave a post it as natasha grumbled, taking it.

Natasha Romanoff

Y/l/n, if you’re free please meet me

at our assigned room tomorrow. Thanks.

— N.R

Y/n Y/l/n

Sure! Around what time? :)

Natasha Romanoff

11AM Sharp.

Y/n Y/l/n

Got it! See you there!

“nat why are you being so dry to this poor woman” wanda looked over natasha’s desk as she hid her phone to her chest. “snoopy” “dry texter” “Well she’s my co-advisor! I’ve never had one and I like to handle things on my own”

“A, you’ve never even been an advisor, you need help. B, she’s kind, don’t break her. C, she’s pretty, maybe date her” wanda winked again “oh fuck you” natasha rolled her eyes “romanoff! we’re in school” “oh come on, I hear you swearing at little maximoff all day”

11am the next day came and each advisor and co had to decorate their own classroom. natasha and you decided to just make it as simple as possible. you two were decorating with quiet music playing from a vinyl player.

“sorry if ever i’m being rude or dry, i don’t trust people easily” natasha said, breaking the comfortable silence as she hung up decorations over the board.

“i don’t blame you, you did just meet me last week” you let out a chuckle as natasha climbed down the short ladder “natasha” she extended her hand “y/n” you shook it “I think this is good enough” natasha looks around the decorated classroom, satisfied.

“mhm… hey, wanna grab lunch? i know a great place around here” you suggested “why not”

you and natasha walked over to a café after lunch for come coffee “order?” she asked you as you took a seat “iced caramel macchiato please” she nodded and ordered for you both

natasha told you about her many stories as a teacher. “yeah this one time some kid threw a fit and ripped all the pages from their book” natasha said with a low laugh “oh lord” you shook your head with a smile

“what about you? is this your first teaching job?” natasha tilted her head “sort of? i was a student teacher for 2 years before i graduated this year”

“oh, so you’re like fresh out of college?” “yup, i kind of retook a year in grade school though so i was like a year or two older than my batch mates. they graduated 22 and 23 and me, 24” i shrugged sipping on my coffee. “that’s nice”

“what about you?” “my age? i’m 36.” your eyes widened at that “look, i know i’m old but at least don’t make it obvious” natasha laughed lowly “no! no i just- you don’t look it at all, i honestly thought you were in your 20s” you chuckled “well thank you, i’m flattered” natasha smiled

the morning of your first day, natasha handed you an iced caramel macchiato and you blushed as she remembered your order. “nervous?” she smiled, taking her seat beside you.

natasha wore a black betau top with cream wide leg trousers. you wore a lace flare top with flare pants.

“sort of, i have 3 classes today. they’ll probably hate me” you groan and take a long sip of the coffee “unlikely, you’re very likable. you may even take wanda’s place as nicest teacher. but if they ever disrespect you or any of that, i will personally have a chat with them”

“i really appreciate you, natasha” she nodded and stood up, extending her hand “time to have our first advisory class” she winked and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“good morning class, i’m ms romanoff, your advisor this school year. and beside me is your co-advisor, ms y/l/n. i’ve been teaching at nyu for 5 years and this is my first advisory class. i will also be your science teacher.” natasha said with a straight face as she turned to look at you before looking back at the students

“hi! good morning, i’m ms y/l/n, your co- advisor and english teacher this school year! it’s my first year teaching and i look forward to getting to know everyone” you smiled

natasha briefed everyone on general instructions and the schedule. english as first period today and science as last.

“that’s it, be good everyone, thank you” natasha stopped her presentation and all the students went off to chattering. you opened your laptop, opening your slides when natasha whispered behind you. “good luck, you’ll do great” she winked and you thanked her before you heard the door shut.

if’s been a month of teaching with natasha. you were cleaning up your things as your finished your class when natasha walked in, her class being the one after yours.

she made small talk to you while setting up her own things. she made you laugh when a student suddenly asked. “ms y/l/n! you’re a lesbian, correct?” your eyes widened at the topic

“excuse me, i don’t think it’s appropriate to ask a teacher that.” natasha shut them up as you both left the classroom, sharing a laugh

you had slipped out the fact you had a girlfriend in college to natasha on one of your café hangouts so she probably got the hint.

"what got them to ask that question" natasha chuckled "well the boys keep asking me out and i keep declining them. but don't they get they are students?!" “oh trust me, it gets better. i’ve had my fair share of questions and-” natasha halted her words when she got the hint some students were whispering as the both of you passed by the halls.

“what are they whispering about?” “i’m actually not sure as well” you said “well i’ll see you after class” you waved to natasha, making your way to the classroom.

“ms y/l/n, i don’t mean to invade your privacy or anything but- are you and ms romanof dating? everyone has been talking about it and- i- i just didn’t want to assume” a student came up to you and you choked on your spit

“i- um- no! and i’m sure ms romanoff wouldn’t fancy the idea of students talking about her love life.” you shook it off with a smile, thoughts racing through your head. no way natasha would go for you.

“students are saying we’re dating?!?”

"hey, you've been staring intently at that paper for awhile, you alright?" natasha tapped your shoulder, standing beside you.

"this interpretation is so..." "so.." "read it for yourself" you lifted the paper up to natasha "pick a line from any shakespeare poem and interpret it... the answer was..”

'my chosen poem is 'o never say that i was false of heart' and my line is 'as from soul, which in thy breast doth lie', i think it means shakespeare approves of lesbians’"

"you can laugh" you said as natasha let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth. you looked up and you saw natasha smile widely before looking into your eyes.

time went by too slowly when natasha cleared her throat and handed you back the paper. “it’s funny” she stated, sitting back in her seat. the silence was now awkward.

of course she wouldn’t go for you. “yeah” you whispered and stood up. natasha watched you as her words died in her throat.

the next few weeks were you avoiding natasha as much as you could, and her doing nothing to fix it.

you had a particularly rough week with taking an extra class since wanda was down with the cold. you happened to have a love for history as well.

the papers to grade were twice as much now. you rubbed your forehead in frustration as you were the only one on school campus.

“y/n?” you turned around to see natasha by the door “yeah” you murmured before turning back to the papers. “it’s 1 am what are you doing?!” she walked over to your desk and saw the amount of papers scattered.

“go home” she stated “not done” you whispered, leaning on the palm of your hand “you can continue tomorrow, dekta” natasha let the nickname slip but was thankful you were too out of it to notice

natasha started filing the papers for you as you rested your head against the desk. “i can take homeroom alone so you don’t have to get in till 10am, ‘kay?” she helped you stand up as you murmured a yes.

“you won’t fall asleep driving?” she asked and you shook your head. “safe travels” she watched as you drove off.

the next morning students frowned at the loss of their favorite teacher in homeroom. “alright, we finished a few minutes early so… any questions?” natasha asked and received many raised hands

“yes, diana?” “where’s ms y/n?” natasha softened at the mention, not going unnoticed by the students “she- she’s taking a rest but will be here for your 3rd period”

“is her girlfriend taking care of her?” a student piqued. natasha stiffened “whatever ms y/l/n and her partner do is not relevant.” natasha looked at her watch and grabbed her stuff “have a good first period everyone.”

natasha couldn’t help but feel a weight on her chest by the thought of you having a partner that isn’t her.

unbeknownst to her, the students were ready in their cupid skills.

“i’m telling you, diana! she frowned and got all cold again by the mention of ms y/n having a girlfriend!” the student argued. “what if we sent fake flowers to her desk and ms romanoff got more jealous!” “that’s so childish!” “well- i am a teen?” the students bickered but quickly got quiet when their next subject teacher came.

the next day natasha’s mood got worse upon seeing roses on your table, with a note. you came a few minutes after hers.

“morning ms romanoff” natasha tried to hold her tounge at the downgrade from natasha to ms romanoff.

“morning y/n, you know you can call me natasha, right?” you nodded but smiled at the flowers on your desk

“girlfriend?” she asked and you laughed “no” you opened up the card to see a horrible pickup line that made you laugh.

“people ask me what blush i use, i just show them a photo of you and i’m all roses” you read out loud to natasha.

“corny” she snickered “yeah? you can do better than that, romanoff?” natasha spun her chair to face you “as a matter of fact, yes.” “try me” you smirked “oh you’ll see.”

since then, every morning you would get to your desk with a pickup line from natasha which were undeniably good.

it’s been four months of teaching when you left quite frantically that piqued natasha’s interest,

“what’s the rush?” she chuckled “gotta date” you shoved your stuff into your bag “bye wanda, steve, bruce, tasha!” you left before a reply

“hope she gets laid” wanda muttered, earning a slap from natasha “what! i’m being supportive!” natasha grumbled in response

the next day, natasha was surprised to see you and wanda earlier than usual. “morning nat!” wanda greeted and you forced a smile to her as well “what’s wrong?” “she stood me up… i got a lot of work done last night though” you leaned back in your seat

“i’m sorry y/n/n” natasha set her stuff down and handed you the daily pickup line. she smiled when you laughed. “how do you never fail to come up with a bad one?!? this is like number sixty!” “one of my many talents” natasha winked.

“imma get coffee, be right back” you left and wanda immediately said “ask her out.” “what?” natasha looked at wanda “come onnnnnn! it’s been 4 months” “should i really?” natasha asked quietly and wanda shrieked a yes. a small smile was forming on natasha’s face at the idea.

the next day natasha came even earlier than wanda and set roses on your desk.

natasha fiddled with her pen when you walked in “morning wands, morning tasha” you sat on your desk and smiled at the roses. wanda quietly snuck out the door. “are these from you?” you smirked, jokingly at natasha. “yes, and this is for you, natasha said seriously and handed you a post it. in specific, a sticky note that asks you out. this one finally has her name signed on the bottom.

“i- of course” you smiled at natasha “great! i- um- i’ll pick you up tonight at your place” “alright” you smiled widely “i have a thing- i’ll be back” she nodded as you left.

bonus-

you kept all post its from natasha and she was in awe when she saw them in the box.

the students all went crazy when they saw you both kissing online.

wanda was a bridesmaid at the wedding.

#natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #black widow fic

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upon-a-starry-night · 12 days

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Number Neighbors Pt.32

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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Nat tells you everything about what happened a month ago, including some details you were probably not authorized to know. She seems determined to get you to understand her no matter what and you’re endeared at how important it is to her that you know absolutely everything.

You take note of the fact that you’re definitely past Avengers Tower and are now in what looks like rural New York. There are more trees and greenery around and you’re curious about where you’re going but you focus your attention on Natasha for now.

You listen to her story diligently and with as much empathy for both sides as you can. You can understand why none of the other Avengers wanted to be the government's lap dogs but you also understood that fear was a powerful thing. You subconsciously rub your healing scar at the thought.

When she finishes her explanation she seems to look at you expectantly, waiting for your response and you take a moment to formulate the right words in your head before speaking-

”You left me with no contact and I’m trying my best to understand your situation but it doesn’t stop the fact that I was still hurt by it” It’s a painful truth but if Nat could share her vulnerability with you than you could do the same.

”I know. I know and I’ll spend however long you need me to making up for it. I’m sorry Y/n. You have to know that it hurt me so much to hurt you.”

“You’re already forgiven”

”That was fast” She seems surprised and even a little amused at the quickness of your forgiveness and you shrug

“If I'm honest, I forgave you the second I saw you. I missed you, Nat. I’m just glad you’re home safe” Her eyes hold a look so full of admiration that you have to force yourself to look away. If she keeps looking at you like that you’re not sure what you’ll do.

To distract yourself, you urge her to continue her story and resist the need to pull her lips to yours. You hope she doesn’t notice the way your eyes subconsciously go to her mouth when she begins talking again but your chances are slim with a super spy.

If she notices she doesn’t say anything and you have to wonder if it’s due to the presence of someone else nearby. You can’t help but be a little frustrated- would you two ever get a moment alone together? To say what you’ve been itching to say since you found her again?

Natasha tells you about being lonely and drafting argument after argument with Clint. Waiting for the right moment to come back.

“Honestly we thought it was going to be another half a month at least but I rushed the process.” You might be hallucinating but you’re pretty sure there’s a light blush on her cheeks. “ Even if the argument wasn’t perfect there was something important I had to come home to.”

You nod in understanding, you’re sure it’s not easy being in her position “Yeah, the world needs its heroes”

She gives you a look that seems to say ‘That’s not exactly the reason’ but you can’t think of any other reasons for her to rush something so important to them. The risk seems to have been worth the reward for her.

Seeing that you’re not understanding, she drops the look and continues with her story “Anyway, with the government facing so much heat from the public combined with our statement they had no choice but to agree or they would be out of heroes the next time aliens came knocking on Earth’s door.”

You resist the urge to first pump the air at the news. Surely that meant she would be around often right? At the very least you could visit her as a friend, even if every part of you was madly in love with her.

Much to your surprise, the car eventually pulls into a large gray and white building in the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees. The driver drops you off at a side door before pulling off to another part of the building and you stare in awe at the huge building with the Avengers ‘A’ printed on every part.

You’re admiring the sheer amount of space around the area but before you have the chance to gawk any further Nat is guiding you inside of the building to be met with glossy cement floors and very modern interior design.

“You’ll have time to look later” You can’t help but read into her words. That meant she wanted you around for longer right? Maybe this whole thing wasn’t one-sided after all.

A robotic feminine voice from above makes you jump in shock and Nat glances at you in amusement at the action.

“Miss Romanoff, welcome back. An unregistered person is accompanying you, shall I register them in the database?” Nat is seemingly unfazed by the voice of God coming from the ceiling as she speaks freely to it.

“Hey Friday, She’s my guest, feel free to register her if you’d like. I know how Tony is” She mumbles that last part but you still hear it anyway.

“Creating guest profile… Scanning… registering Y/n Y/l/n as Natasha Romanoff’s guest” You flinch when it says your name, briefly wondering how it got that information and you turn to see Nat smirking at you.

You glare at her obvious pleasure at your confusion and try to brush off how freaky a voice from the roof talking to you is.

“Sorry I’m not used to rich billionaire tech” You huff a bit childishly and Nat just shakes her head with a chuckle, placing a hand on your back and guiding you to a set of double doors. The two of you are about to enter when you hear the sound of two familiar voices. The same voices from inside your apartment.

Noticing your obvious discomfort, Nat stops and steps in front of you, her hands finding purchase on your shoulder

“Are you okay?” Truth be told you feel a little shaken but if Nat wasn’t weary about what was behind this door then you shouldn’t be either. Worst case scenario Nat was there to protect you from whoever those men were.

You nod your head, unable to bring yourself to speak and she takes a minute to observe you and rub your shoulder in reassurance before she opens the doors.

The doors lead to a living room space with a kitchenette attached to it and sitting at the island table are two roughly familiar faces. One of them was none other than Clint Barton aka The Hawkeye, and the other was Steve’s friend Bucky. He was still pretty new to the group so you didn’t know much about him but much to your surprise the voices from your apartment were coming from them.

When Clint's eyes land on Nat he grins from his seat and pats Bucky on the back but Bucky’s eyes immediately fall on you, his face paling as he struggles to make eye contact.

Your eyes widen as you realize not only were you being stalked but you were being stalked by a trained assassin and Avenger. What possible reason could he have been following you for this whole time?

“I told you she’d recognize you” Clint has the heart to fix you with an apologetic smile as he talks to Bucky and to your credit Nat seems equally confused.

“What’s going on here, boys?” She narrows her eyes at the two of them and Clint raises his hands in surrender, not wanting to be a victim of her wrath.

“Well I was watching over Y/n like you asked me to but imagine my surprise when I found someone else doing the same” You take a minute to register the fact that Natasha asked Clint to keep an eye on you and you struggle behind finding it endearing and being uncomfortable.

All this time you were worried about getting kidnapped, you were actually safer than you’ve ever been in your life. At least you don’t have to worry about being stalked anymore as it seems that mystery was solved. It’s a large weight off of your shoulders. You decide to count it as another positive to add to the tally for today.

Nothing could ruin today for you and the feeling of Nat’s hand settled comfortably on your lower back only further cements that statement.

A sigh draws your attention back to the group and you along with everyone else, stare at Bucky expectantly for an explanation.

“Listen, Steve wanted me to find a way to check up on you but when I started digging the only lead I could find was Y/n” It’s weird to hear him say your name as if it’s familiar and you wonder how many other Avengers know of your existence. “I thought if I watched her long enough she would lead me to you but I wasn’t getting anywhere so when she went out of town I might’ve..broken into her apartment to look for signs”

“-and that’s where I found him when Y/n had the unfortunate timing of coming home” Clint is the only one who seems to find humor in this situation but it’s clear from the look on Bucky’s face they had been bickering about it before you came in.

“I thought she was gone!” Apparently done with pretending you’re not in the room, Bucky turns to you with an apologetic look on his face “I’m sorry”

You’re not quite sure what to make of this situation but there’s still one question nagging at the back of your mind

“So were you guys in the SUV’s that followed me as well?”

Shaking his head no, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your statement “I prefer to tail people on foot. It’s easier to blend in” His assurance only fuels the confusion in the room and everyone’s heads whip to the door before you can even sense anyone coming. Stupid super spy senses.

The door opens to reveal none other than Tony Stark sporting a guilty look on his face- well as guilty as a playboy billionaire can feel.

“That would be me.” Your eyes widen in surprise at the confession. “Really it’s shameful that neither of you noticed. I think you need more training” He makes his way to the kitchenette, opening the fridge and perusing the contents until he pulls a container of blueberries and begins snacking on them, completely unaware or just disregarding the eyes glaring at him.

“Why were you following Y/n, Stark?” Nat is the first to speak, she seems irritated at the fact that not only one, but two of her coworkers were stalking you and if you’re honest you’re a little irked that they would use you to try and get to Nat.

He rolls his eyes, clearly exasperated that you aren’t following “Oh come on, you guys didn’t think you were the only ones who thought to check her phone records?” He shakes his head in disappointment. “Clint’s attempt at hiding your phone was commendable but I don’t need the actual phone to hack into the records” he turns to Nat once again “Your little firewall was cute though”

“You’re still on thin ice Stark”

He raises his hands in surrender and places the berries back into the fridge, talking to your group with his back turned as if he isn’t in a room full of irritated super spies and assassins. “Well imagine my surprise when I find out not only is Nat’s little ‘boytoy’ a girl, but she’s also already in my system”

“Wait wait- what do you mean?” It’s your turn to speak up and your head is spinning with all the new information you’re receiving. If you’re honest you’re still craving the nap you were robbed of earlier.

Tony seems to acknowledge you for the first time since he walked into the room, his eyes scan observantly up and down your body before he quirks a brow and you wonder if everyone feels this small in his presence “Friday runs automatic background checks on everyone who enters my elevators. Obviously”

You realize he’s talking about when you and your friend attended his part at the Tower and he gives you a tight-lipped smile when he sees you’ve caught on

“ I was worried you were an over-obsessed fan or something but a quick little peek into your text messages told me everything I needed to know. So I had Happy tail you but Natty here was nowhere near her girlfriend. So cold of you to completely ghost her like that Nat, really?”

“Good to know everyone here respects my privacy” Nat rolls her eyes and Bucky averts his gaze from the two of you, clearly uncomfortable with the situation he got himself into.

You can’t help but notice the fact that Nat doesn’t object to Stark calling you her girlfriend and you’re sure you must look crazy as you blush in a room full of suffocating tension. Maybe they’ll think you’re a nervous blusher.

”Yes well-” Tony gestures at himself as if to say ‘you know who you're dealing with’ “Imagine my surprise when you came back claiming you would get the government off of our asses- I thought it was because you liked us but clearly you had ulterior motives.”

Before you can question what he means, Nat huffs and turns to drag you out of the room. You’re grateful to get away from the stuffy tense environment but as you're leaving you turn back to see Tony smirking at you for some unknown reason. His eyes hold a playful but knowing mirth and you wonder if you’ll ever understand what goes on inside his head.

Pt.33

A/n: Imagine Tony Stark reading every text message you’ve ever sent. Mortifying.~ Starry

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natsfirecat · 3 months

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Master of Death

wassup besties, I wrote a story for my creative writing class with the intention of one of the characters representing Natasha, and I decided to change some things and make it into a fit to post here! It's in 3rd person, which isn't my fav to read but idc I'm not changing this entire thing to second person </3

ANYWAYS enjoy!!

Nat x fem reader as always

Laying in her lover’s arms, Y/N looked up and let out her final breath. Natasha’s heart stopped as she felt the rise and fall of her lover’s chest come to an end.

Nothing was clear during the following moments. Not even screams of agony could be heard from the surrounding teammates. A gust of wind circled around the two women, engulfing them in the dust.

The enemy began to draw back. The Chitari forces moved farther and farther away from the tornado brewing atop the hill. The rest of the Avengers backed away too. There was another force driving everyone away, and it certainly wasn’t the wind.

Inside the tornado, Natasha’s heart raced faster. The girl in her arms was holding the Eternal Life Source. This was what the Chitari had been seeking, and it would make them immortal, as well as their rule over humanity. Now, the source began to fade in Y/N’s hands. She began to fade too.

“No.” Natasha muttered. She squeezed her shoulders, shaking her, yelling into her ear; anything to get her to wake. But Y/N stayed still.

Green and white swirls of light formed around the Eternal Life Source. As the light became brighter, Y/N’s image began to fade more quickly. The yelling grew louder, but the swirls of light only continued to grow.

Within minutes, everything Natasha had been holding was gone. Now, she lay there crying over mere empty space. The tornado died down as well, revealing what had happened to the surrounding fighters.

Even the Chitari drew back, while the heroes ran up to Natasha. The five of them surrounded her, each offering out an arm for support. She scowled, ignoring everyone. There was nothing anyone could do for her.

Y/N was gone… and Natasha was alone.

She couldn’t stay. She had to avenge Y/N. The Chitari needed to be wiped out so they could never hurt anyone ever again.

It was just after midnight when she left. She had trained as a spy all her life, it was no issue to deceive the people closest to her. Her red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail as she crawled out the window down the side of the building. Natasha jumped on her motorcycle, then sped off.

The Avengers had been looking for the Eternal Life Source for years. Its power is great enough to immortalize an entire civilization. They agreed that no one should have that power, especially not the Chitari. So their plan was to find it first, then destroy it.

After so many years, its power finally showed up on their energy readings. Unfortunately, that meant the Chitari knew about it as well. So that’s when they set off on their mission. It was located in an isolated field in the North, and they were able to get there within a few days.

But there were only seven Avengers; the Chitari army was thousands. Y/N and Natasha were the only humans without any enhancements (besides Clint, of course). So it only made sense that they fell in love.

It started out from training sessions. The two girls would exchange lingering looks after spending hours sparring. Y/N was always the one to heal Natasha when she was hurt. She wrapped her wounds so delicately, it made the pain lessen.

After a losing battle, Natasha was there to comfort Y/N as she was for her. She would stroke her hair, holding her close. She’d tell her everything was going to be okay, and despite everything going wrong, Y/N would believe her simply because it was Natasha.

Their first kiss took place when they had the building to themselves. Music was playing quietly in the corner, and Y/N had gotten up for a snack. Natasha happened to be in the kitchen for the very same reason, staring into the refrigerator looking for something to eat.

No words were said as Y/N made her way over and wrapped her arms around the redhead to pull her into a hug. She rested her chin on her shoulder, breathing in her scent. Natasha grabbed her arms, and moved in a swaying motion. Y/N smiled as she realized what was happening, and leaned into her.

Even if they were the only ones without powers, there was magic that night. When they kissed, that’s when Natasha immediately knew that Y/N was her soulmate. She would do anything and everything for her.

And now, she would do anything and everything to get her back.

But Y/N wasn’t actually dead. No one knew, but the Eternal Life Source didn’t kill her. Its power was too much for one person to hold, so her life force ended up getting drained. But she wasn’t exactly dead, either.

Instead, she was just here. Nobody could see her, but she could still see others. Now, she was following her soulmate as she set off on a quest to bring her back.

Y/N wished more than anything that she could talk to Natasha, and let her know that she was here. But instead, there was nothing she could do except watch the woman she loved suffer like never before.

Natasha knew what she had to do. If the Eternal Life Source’s power is what ultimately killed Y/N, then she would simply have to harness the power of the Eternal Death Source. Then, she could get to her.

It had only been a day, but she was able to pick up on the readings. Of course, as soon as she noticed, she erased the data so the others couldn’t figure out her plan and stop her.

She rode her motorcycle as far as she could, but had to go on foot once she reached the cave system. It was dark and cold, both physically and emotionally. Natasha’s hands hadn’t stopped shaking since Y/N’s death; her lover would hold her hands close when she was nervous, and it always made her feel better. Now, there was no one to hold her hand and stop her heart from pounding against her chest.

Natasha’s fists were clenched as she walked in further. The feeling of dread was beginning to grow, which meant the Eternal Death Source was close. Tony and Clint had tried to check on her, to make sure she wouldn’t do something exactly like this. But she wouldn’t let them stop her.

The only light came from her screen, showing the energy readings of the Eternal Death Source. Just a little further, and she’d be there. She’d be able to reach Y/N.

The cave grew cooler, and her insides began to twist. She was here.

The Eternal Death Source showed a sacrifice. That’s what she needed to do to wield its power. But it couldn’t be anyone meaningless, it had to be someone she loved; that was the only way it would work.

As soon as she touched the glowing skull, a portal opened up, pulling Clint through. Besides Y/N, he was the one closest to her. He was there for her too, just in a different way.

He looked up and saw the Eternal Death Source. “Natasha, what are you doing?” Just then, a glowing knife appeared on the mantle next to the Eternal Death Source. She picked it up and looked down at him, trembling.

“It’s the only way I can get her back,” she muttered.

“Natasha, you don’t have to do this.”

“I don’t want to… but it’s the only way.”

He had been her friend all these years. She loved him, but she loved Y/N more. Clint tried to use his abilities to fight back, but he seemed to be frozen in place.

Black and purple light began to swirl around the knife. Natasha let out a shaky breath as she looked at her friend. It was all for Y/N.

Stifling her cries, in a single motion, she swung the knife down to end her friend’s life. It was done.

The black and purple light began to grow, completely engulfing her. Lightning crackled from the knife connecting to the Eternal Death Source. For a moment, Natasha was lifted off the ground. When she saw the dead body of her friend, she felt nothing.

Now, she wielded the power of the Eternal Death Source.

“Show me Y/N L/N.”

She felt the new power surging within her. The first thing she was was Clint’s spirit staring at her in shock. She still felt nothing about him, she couldn’t feel when she had this newfound power.

One movement, and an entire population would go extinct. One motion, and she could kill whoever she wanted.

And yet, it was all for nothing.

Y/N was there, in between life and death. She saw the woman she once loved wielding the power of death. She had killed her closest friend, and she wasn’t afraid to kill anyone else to get to her lost lover.

That was the moment Y/N lost hope. Natasha would spend eons using the power, massacring peoples, causing endless destruction. And it would all be for nothing.

Natasha Romanoff had the power of death. Soon, the Avengers would attempt to take her down, but it would be unsuccessful. She would stop at nothing to get back to Y/N.

The Master of Death was born that day, cursed to spend forever searching for the one spared by Life.

#Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha Romanoff x fem reader #Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fic #black widow #black widow fic #black widow x reader #black widow x fem reader #black widow x fem!reader #Natasha romanoff x you #black widow x you #Natasha Romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #natalia alianovna romanova

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quietlyimplode · 2 months

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Last month I was supposed to have surgery - long story short it got rescheduled to this month but in its worry and angst I wrote a fic that incorporated all the ask game fic snippets (so if you sent one in, thank you so much, and check the fic out to see if you can see yours inside).

Usually I would post on here but I’ve been trying to be better at posting on ao3, so as always comments and kudos are <3 - and always help encourage more writing.

Gwangjang Market is exactly how Natasha remembered it. The aisles of food, the offshoots of textiles and the smells, all combine in her memory.

If the timelines and plans are correct then maybe Yelena will meet her in one of the back alleys, where they could both disappear; if only for a minute.

Slowly she’d come to grips with the fact that not all of the Red Room was gone, it had morphed and become something else. Slowly, too slowly, she’d realised that Yelena wasn’t dead.

#natasha romanoff #clintasha #black widow #clint barton #my fic #hawkeye #natasha romanoff fic #yelena belova #clintasha fanfiction #clintasha fanfic #yelena belova fix #black widow fic

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kazmyass · 1 year

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I've got a request. I understand if this is a difficult topic and you don't feel comfortable writing it. Natasha coming back from a mission to find reader self harming. Just loads of comfort and fluff, please

More Than You Know

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Description: After feeling like there was no other way out, reader starts to self harm again. Natasha catches them and makes them feel a little better.

Warnings: LOTS of angst, self harm, negative thoughts, suicidal ideation, razors, blood, talk of depression, swearing. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL TRIGGER YOU!!

Words: 1.3k

A/N: Please please please, if you ever feel the need to self harm, talk to someone. Talk to someone safe. It doesn’t have to be a family member, just someone you know who won’t get mad. I am always available to talk to. I really hope this brings comfort to whoever is reading. Remember you are loved.

It had been an exceptionally hard week. Normally episodes for y/n didn’t last for more than a month, but this one had lasted nearly two. And it still wasn’t getting better. In fact, it felt like this time, maybe it wasn’t going to get better.

Y/n had had thoughts like those before, but never too bad. They were always fleeting. Always gone after a moment. But they were sticking around this time. Nearly all day.

The compound was eerily silent. Not just because it was nearly midnight, but because everyone was gone on a mission. Everyone but y/n. A hostile force threatened the city yet again, and y/n was stuck in the compound. They felt stupid. Useless even. They should be out protecting the world; instead they were in their room contemplating if they even wanted to get out of bed. They had barely eaten all day, didn’t brush their teeth, they were a mess, they thought.

The pain was too much. The hole in their heart was growing larger by the minute, and the feeling of utter hopelessness was eating away at them. All they wanted was for Natasha to be there. She would make things better. She always did.

“Oh god,” y/n whispered. “What do I do?” They were hoping for a miracle. That Nat would suddenly appear and tell them everything would be alright and they were going to be okay. She would whisper sweet nothings to them and hold them until they fell asleep. But, it was impossible. Natasha was nearly across the country.

“Please,” they begged no one in particular. “Please come back.” A tear fell down their cheek. The pain in their heart was spreading to their stomach and throat. It felt like it would never end.

Tears began to pour from y/n’s eyes. They pulled their legs in and buried their head in their knees. Sobbing, y/n contemplated the options. Go to sleep. Eat. Cry more. None of them seemed appealing to y/n. Except one.

They had done it before until Tony caught them. He had seen the scars and forced y/n to show him where the razor was. He threw it out, of course, and locked up all the sharp objects in the compound. Even the weapons. Especially the weapons. He did it out of love and fear. He cared for y/n like a father would care for a child.

But after a while, Tony unlocked everything and allowed y/n to train again. He thought they were better. And for a while, they were.

But now, it felt like there was no other option. Y/n, tears still in their eyes, unfolded themselves and swung their legs over the bed. They were going to find something. Something to end the pain, even if it was only temporary.

Opting for the bathroom, they made a beeline for the shower. There was a shaving razor, and it wouldn’t be too hard to take apart. They fumbled a bit with taking it apart, cutting their thumb in the process. Y/n hissed in pain. But it didn’t hurt that much. And when they saw the red, it was over. There was no talking y/n out of it now.

When the razor was dismantled, y/n sat cross-legged on the floor. They stared at the small blade in their hand. Taking a deep breath, y/n slashed the blade across their left wrist. It stung a bit, but the satisfaction of seeing the blood come to the surface was far too great. They did it again. And again. And eventually their arm became numb. In fact, y/n became numb. Tears stopped falling. They were at peace.

But it was an odd peace. There was still pain in their heart. It had just subdued. And nothing mattered anymore.

They were too lost in thought to notice anything other than the blood on their wrist. They didn’t notice the Avengers enter the compound, and didn’t notice the footsteps coming towards their room.

Natasha didn’t want to wake y/n, as she assumed they would be asleep by now. But when she entered the room and saw the bed empty, Natasha halted. She turned to see the bathroom door wide open, y/n on the ground, and a bloody blade by their side.

Taking a sharp inhale, she froze. She wasn’t quite sure what to do. She didn’t know how to respond, being on the other end.

In the Red Room, Natasha found ways to cope. She would dig her nails into her palm until she bled, she would pinch her thighs, pick at unhealed scabs. No one noticed.

And now, being on the other end, Natasha realized she could help y/n, the way she wanted to be helped. She took a deep breath and walked over to the doorframe. Y/n still didn’t register that Nat was there. But a soft knock on the doorframe quickly brought them back to reality.

“Shit! I- Nat- shit shit shit, I didn’t-” Y/n stammered, wincing a bit as they put their hand over their raw wrist.

“Let me see that,” Natasha said quietly. She wasn’t angry. In fact, her tone was warm and comforting. Y/n opened their mouth to protest, but thought better of it. They held their wrist out for Natasha to see. “Oh my love.” Is all Natasha said. Pain swam in her eyes, but she didn’t show any other signs that she was upset. Of course, Natasha’s heart was screaming. She wanted to pull y/n into her arms and magically heal the wounds of their wrist and soul. But she couldn’t.

Instead, Natasha got up and wet a small hand towel. She gently wiped away the dried blood and held the cold towel there for a bit to ease the burn. “I’m sorry,” she said.

Y/n snapped their head up. “What for?” they said.

“For not being there. I shouldn’t have gone on that mission,” Nat looked at y/n. Y/n could practically taste the guilt that was surrounding Natasha.

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine for being so fucked up-”

“You are not fucked up. Believe me.” Natasha’s tone hardened along with her gaze.

“But I am.”

“No. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. You make everyone’s life better. You are a joy and a light for everyone. You- you’ve helped me more than you know.” Natasha admitted. Y/n scrunched their eyebrows to keep themselves from crying more. Natasha took y/n’s cheek in her hand and whispered, “More than you know.” With her other hand, she brought y/n’s wrist to her mouth and placed a soft kiss on the cuts. “Let’s get this bandaged up. Don’t want it getting infected.” Natasha helped y/n off the ground and found the first aid kit.

Once everything was all bandaged up, Natasha led y/n to the bed and laid down with them. She held y/n as tight as she could, stroking her hair and whispering over and over, “it’s going to be okay.” Natasha would admit it was more like she was trying to convince herself of it more than y/n.

And y/n was finally at peace. A good peace this time. They were finally in Nat’s arms, hearing those sweet nothings that they had dreamed of.

“I won’t leave you like that again. Never again my love.”

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Natasha winking at you in a meeting

grey november au

-You were new to the building. Steve hired you to listen in on their meetings and take notes.

-After one of many arguments of who said what, Steve finally caved. He agreed to get someone who they vetted well to keep track.

-Now it was quite obvious you were younger than the old agents but it didn't stop the Russian spy from stealing glances at you.

-You'd be in the kitchen making coffee and turn around to the red-head inches away from you.

-Startled, you jump, nearly clashing into her. "Sorry dear, didn't mean to scare ya" she hummed, catching you in her arms.

-"O-oh, it's okay Miss Romanov, I really should be getting back to my work." You rush out of the room. Why was she everywhere you went? You could swear she was following you. But she won't do that...Would she?

-Later that day, Steve called an emergency meeting. Something about their enemies plotting a heist and they needed to stop that.

-You took your usual spot next to Steve, across from Natasha. You put your computer down on the table.

-"Alright, now that we have everyone.." Steve babbled on. You were just focused on typing. Documenting everything that was said.

-Steve stops talking for a second. You look up, Steve says "We will have Nat go in, she is the best lookin and our only chance at distracting the guard."

-You looked at Nat with doe eyes. Could Steve really do this? Why was Nat always the one who had to do their dirty work? Seducing the gross older men.

-Nat met your eyes and gave you a wink. Upon seeing your frown, she gives you a comforting smile. But you go back to your duty of typing.

-After the meeting is over, everyone has left. Well, except you and Nat. You were still typing but you're about done now. As you're getting up to leave, Nat grabs your arm.

-"Wait." She said, looking at you. You turn around, confused because Miss Romanov never makes you stay back. Did you do something wrong?

-Nat could sense your anxiety and sees you fidgeting nervously with your hoodie string. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble hun. Just wanted to make sure you're okay. You seemed upset in the meeting?" Nat question.

-You sighed "Miss Roman-" "Call me Natasha" the spy cut you off. "Natasha, it's wrong for them to treat you like this. Like- like you're just a pretty woman they can use to distract creepy men who can't keep it in their pants." You pouted, holding her hand.

-"Pretty? You think I'm pretty hm?" She teased. You were still frowning. She sighed, realizing this is what was bothering you before.

- "Okay, detka. I'll be honest with you. In this field of work, unfortunately most people will want you on missions just because youre a woman. I do lose a bunch of opportunities because of my gender but if I can help the planet then I think it's worth it." she says in a more serious tone.

-Softening her gaze when you ask her why she doesn't just quit. "It's not that simple, love." She sighed, wiping a stray tear that escaped your eye.

-You don't register you're crying until the older woman pulls you in. Embracing her warmth, she holds you close and strokes your hair. She closes her eyes, trying to remember this moment.

-That you are real and you care about her.

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alotofpockets · 4 months

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Workout | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: “I think I’m gonna feel that tomorrow.”

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 1k

How your girlfriend had been able to convince you to join her for her boxing workout was still a mystery to you. Well, you knew it was because you couldn’t deny her when she sent her puppy eyes, accompanied by her adorable pout your way. Natasha was one for early runs, and morning gym sessions. You on the other hand, loved sleeping in and doing the bare minimum training you needed to complete as an Avenger. So, waking up with her this morning, instead of going back to sleep after she pressed a kiss to your forehead, was a big task on its own. After many kisses, Natasha managed to get you out of bed. You enjoyed a quick breakfast together, before you headed down to the gym.

You had just finished your warming up, and Natasha was now wrapping your hands for your first boxing lesson. The Compound gym was empty beside the two of you, one of the perks of it still being early, no one would be able to see you make a fool out of yourself. “All done, baby.” Natasha says as she squeezes your hands. She helps you up and together you make your way over to the punching bags.

Before you start hitting the bag, Natasha shows you how to place your feet, and how to punch. She makes you dry punch a few times before she deems you ready for the real thing. You throw your first punch, you hit the bag well but there wasn’t a lot of power behind it. “Here, let me help.” Natasha says, stepping closer. “So, you felt how there wasn’t as much power behind that as you intended, right?” You nod in agreement. “Okay, so how you can fix that, is by altering your stand slightly.” She places her hands on your hips, and with her left foot, she pushes yours forward a bit, while simultaneously twisting your hips a bit to the right. “Now, you have a firmer stand, which will allow you to punch harder.” She steps back again, “Try it again.” She was right, you were able to hit the bag a lot harder this time.

Natasha continued showing you different techniques, before she let you go at it for a while. Wrapping her own hands to get her workout in as well. You were actually enjoying yourself quite a bit, as the workout simultaneously was also a way to punch out some of the frustrations that were clouding your mind.

When Natasha took off her gloves, you thought the workout was done. Even though you were enjoying the exercise, it was also very intense. You were sweating all over, and getting exhausted. But instead of taking off her wrap as well, she simply took a few sips of water and made her way to the boxing ring, “You coming?” You bring your towel and water bottle over to the ring. “Let’s do some sparring, and don’t worry, I will take it easy of course.” She knew you had seen her sparring with some of your other teammates before, so she wanted to reassure you right away.

She teaches you the basics of sparring, different punches, and how to duck properly. You go back and forth for a bit, before Natasha says she wants to do one real round, where of course she is still taking it easy, before ending the workout. Noticing that you were getting tired.

You throw a few good punches, though Natasha is able to block them easily, you were impressed with how good the punches were. You block a few of Natasha’s punches too, before she gets on in. The punch hits your shoulder, as you weren’t able to fully duck away, the motion makes you fall over. You reach for Natasha instantly, but that just makes her fall down with you. Your back hits the mats, and Natasha falls down on top of you. She props herself up a bit, now straddling your waist. “Are you okay?” Worry laced in her voice. “I think I’m gonna feel that tomorrow, but yes, I am okay.” She gets up and reaches out her hand to help you up as well. “Come on, let’s call it a day.”

After drinking some water, Natasha drapes your towel around your neck, doing the same for hers, before she wraps her arm around your shoulder. “You did really well, darling. I am so proud of you.” She says bringing you closer to her side. You make your way back to your shared room, where you share a long, and warm shower. Natasha agreed to spend the rest of the day cuddled up in bed.

You put on one of Natasha’s hoodies and a pair of your own sweats. Natasha opted for one of your shirts and a pair of shorts. “I’m going to get us some food, why don’t you pick out a movie in the meantime?” She leans in to kiss you softly. Once she’s out of the door, you turn on the tv, and scroll through the list of movies, before settling on one of your favorites.

It doesn’t take long for Natasha to get back to your room, with a tray full of food. She hands you a protein shake, “Here, this should help.” You take the shake from her, “Thank you, baby.” Natasha sits down beside you and hands you the plate of food she prepared for you. The two of you finished your meal before starting the movie. You cuddle into your girlfriend’s side as soon as the movie starts, she plays a kiss onto your head. “I love you, detka. Thank you for joining me today.” You smile, though you know that she can’t see it. “I love you too, and of course, I love to participate in the things that you love.”

You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled up in bed, having a little movie marathon after the tiring workout from this morning.

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growup-thatbeautiful · 1 year

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Summary: Natasha still needs to be told to take a break sometimes. That’s what she has you for.

The Proposal Masterlist

A/n: hey guys… she’s back! just a short little fic for our fav ♥️

Take a Break

“Natasha,” you say for the third time. She looks up from her computer, eyes unfocused and her hair all over the place. You can see from here the bags underneath her eyes and the exhaustion creeping along her form. You’re positive that her back is killing her, and you can see how she keeps stretching her cramping hands. “You’ve been working for hours, how about you take a break, love?”

“I’m almost done,” she distractedly answers. “I need to get this done before the 11th.”

“That’s two week away,” you laugh. “You have plenty of time before then. Come on, it’s time to go to sleep.” The twinkling city lights are glimmering behind her from the huge windows in her home office. The sun has long since gone down, and even the bustle of the city’s nighttime noise has died down. You’ve had enough of sleeping in a cold bed for the past few nights, and you know Natasha well enough to know that she won’t take a break without you prompting her.

When she doesn’t move, you pad over to her desk and turn her spinning chair towards you. Gently, you cup her cheeks in your hand and brush a stray curl out of her face. You don’t think she does it consciously, but she leans into your touch and her eyes flutter shut.

“I have to keep working,” Natasha mumbles, her voice breaking. Not a lot of people get to see her like this with her guard down, and you consider yourself lucky to be one of those few.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to how beautiful she is, even when she’s exhausted. Yes, there are bags underneath her bloodshot eyes and the gray sweatpants she’s wearing are beyond wrinkles and stained, but she’s still the most stunning woman you’ve ever seen.

“Not tonight, you don’t,” you respond just as quietly. “You’ve done a week's worth of work already. You have time to relax.”

You shouldn’t be surprised when Natasha sets her jaw and stubbornly replies, “I don’t want to.”

Maybe it’s time to switch tactics. “I’m sentencing you to cuddle with me in bed,” you announce, grabbing her hand and pulling her to follow you. “For at least 12 hours.”

“Just five more minutes,” she pleads, looking completely pitiful. She even gives you the puppy dog eyes as she childishly refuses to move with you.

“Nope,” you respond cheerily. “Someone’s got to take care of you, and I’m pretty sure if I called Yelena she would agree.”

“That’s not fair,” she protests. “Why would you bring her into this?”

“Because I have to blackmail you into coming to bed with me.” You keep trying to pull her with you, and she eventually relents. Instinctively, you thread your fingers with hers and kiss her knuckles while she treads behind you. “Come on sleepy.”

“M’ not sleepy,” she argues, but you know that she’s just being stubborn at this point. “Just need to close my eyes.”

“Sure,” you agree easily. “You need to close your eyes for a quick little 12-hour nap.”

Natasha nods along and you grin at her. She’s following along behind you, her eyes half-closed as she lets you lead her.

Once you’re in the bedroom, Natasha gives up on trying to not look tired. She flops down on the bed, her tank top riding up to show you a sliver of skin. You shrug off your hoodie and lay down beside her, your hand tracing patterns across her back. Her head turns towards you, and the corner of her mouth ticks up in a tired smile. Slowly, she cups your face in her hand and thumbs your lip before kissing you softly. “Thanks, baby,” she says, and your heart melts.

“Of course. I have to take care of my girl, right?” you respond, grinning at her and pulling her closer to you. Her head finds its place against your chest and you kiss the crown of head, smoothing her hair down in the process. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep like that, on top of the covers, holding onto you.

Sometimes she just needs to be reminded to take a break. But that’s what she has you for.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 10 months

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To Be Loved | Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You help Natasha open up in your relationship

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (MINORS DNI), mild language

Word Count: 2.5K

Author's Note: This was a prompt from @wandashoeforlife because I needed Nat prompts and I don't write for her enough so that's gonna change here before too long. Enjoy!

“I still don’t understand why you think the blindfold is necessary,” Natasha pouted as you led her down the hallway.

“Because I don’t want to spoil the surprise for you.”

“Isn’t dinner enough?”

“No,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand, still leading her carefully down the winding hallway of the compound. Dinner was only the first part of your plan: the second part was yet to be revealed. Your girlfriend had no idea what was coming, but you knew she’d be thoroughly surprised.

You hadn’t been dating all that long. Really a majority of your relationship consisted of post-training hookups. It was mainly physical, the two of you running off to some odd room or one of your apartments in order to relieve whatever stress you were dealing with. Soon enough the physical turned into something a little more. She was the one who caught feelings first. Natasha, not knowing how to tell you how she really felt, pulled away. It took Clint and Wanda practically dragging the two of you into a room and making you two talk things out before she reluctantly admitted that she really liked you.

The first time you really kissed her, it was everything everywhere all at once while simultaneously being the most intimate moment you ever experienced. Intimacy didn’t come naturally to Nat. She seemed almost uncomfortable with any sort of romantic display especially when it came to sex. There was strikingly little difference between your post-mission trysts and evenings spent alone. She wanted it the way she always wanted it: hard, fast, and rough. Loud, passionate sex with Natasha was great, but any time you tried to slow it down she pulled you out of it. Tonight, however, you wanted to give her the quintessential romantic lovemaking session.

“Is it a puppy?” she asked, stumbling over her feet as she blindly followed you.

“Nope,” you chuckled.

“Is it a kitten?”

“Guess again.”

“A parrot?”

“Nat, why on earth would I get you a parrot?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I have no idea what you got me.”

“Well yeah, that’s kinda the point of a surprise, babe.” You reached for Natasha’s other hand, carefully guiding her around the corner and down the hall.

“So why the surprise? It’s not like it’s my birthday or anything,” she remarked.

“What, am I not allowed to surprise you?”

“Y/N, you don’t have to.”

“Of course I do. You’re my girlfriend and I’m supposed to spoil you. It’s in the official boyfriend handbook.” You watched as Nat’s face blushed a bright pink, accentuated by the black eye mask you pulled over her eyes. “Alright, and we’re here.”

“Where are we?” she asked.

“You’ll see in a second,” you smirked as you unlocked the door and gently coaxed her inside. Outstretched arms stopped her before she could wander in too far. “Okay, you can take off the mask now.”

Pulling down the mask, Natasha took in her surroundings for the first time: it was your room. Dozens of tiny tea lights illuminated the space, casting dancing shadows on the wall. Fake rose petals were strewn all over the bed in the most organized fashion you could muster. Your music playlist was stacked with the most romantic jazz music you could get your hands on. Her eyes widened in confusion as she saw all the work you’d done for her.

“What’s all this?” she asked, thoroughly confused at the scene in front of her.

“It’s the other part of your surprise. A romantic evening in, just the two of us,” you explained.

“I don’t deserve all this.” Her words were barely audible as her voice dropped to a whisper. They made your heart break a little as her face sank.

“Of course you do.”

“No I don’t.” She shook her head as she pulled the mask off her forehead.

“Nat, come on. Why would you ever say that?” You stepped forward to grab her, but she pulled away.

“I’ve never done anything to deserve this.” Her stalwart facade cracked as she wrapped her arms around herself, shrinking down so much as she tried to disappear from the discomfort of the situation. “I don’t even think I deserve you.”

“Natasha. Will you, will you look at me? Please?” You coaxed her head up gently with your hand. She refused to make eye contact with you even as her face tilted up towards you. It was absolutely heartbreaking to see her like that. You loved Natasha more than anything in the world. Why couldn’t she accept that? “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I’m not a good person, Y/N. I’ve done things and I’ve hurt people and…I don’t deserve to be treated like this.”

“Baby-”

“I don’t even know how to do this, whatever this is,” she admitted, motioning toward the rose-covered bed.

“You do realize none of that matters to me, right? I don’t care what you’ve done. I don’t care who you used to be. For cryin’ out loud I literally just blew up a ship with dozens of people still inside on our last mission. We’ve both done awful things, but that doesn’t mean we don’t deserve to be loved. Let me love you tonight, Nat.”

“It’s hard,” she whispered as her eyes glistened in the candlelight.

“I know,” you whispered back, running your hands through her luscious red hair. “It’s not your fault you’ve been hurt, but if we’re going to make this work then I need you to let me in, Natty. Can you at least try to let me in?”

Natasha looked up at the ceiling, blinking back the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes. “God, why does this have to be so hard?” she asked.

“Beats me,” you chuckled. “This shit was hard enough before I became a superhero. But I wanna make us work, so can you let me in just for tonight? I can get rid of all this if you want, turn the lights back on if you want...”

“No. Keep them off. I like candlelight. But that music has to go.”

“I spent three hours putting that playlist together,” you pouted. Nat giggled, her hand trailing up to grasp yours that was on her neck.

“This is why I control the radio in the car.” You sighed, shaking your head as she teased you. You brought your free hand up to the other side of her neck, taking a step toward her as you held her.

“Let me love you tonight, Nat. Please?” you whispered against her lips. She gulped, swallowing down the lump in her throat as you stared deeply into her emerald eyes.

“Okay,” she whispered.

Taking all the care in the world, you gently leaned down and pressed your lips to hers. She practically melted into you, a deep blush spreading across her entire body. A certain tenderness bound the two of you together in that moment. It was like you were the only ones on earth.

Natasha had never allowed herself to feel such softness or tenderness before. Deep insecurity stemmed from a childhood of abuse and a lifetime of trauma. How could someone who had done such horrible things be worthy of something so beautiful? You kissing her with all the love and care in the world was new and different and wonderful. As your lips brushed against hers, she smiled at the new sensation of being adored. It made you smile, too.

Strong hands snaked down Natasha’s toned body, trailing over the curve of her toned ass and giving it a slight squeeze. She giggled as your noses touched, the subtle taste of peppermint leaving your mouth tingling. You pulled her close to you. Her body sat flush against yours as her hands rested on your chest. Natasha gazed up into your eyes while she nestled herself in your embrace. As you gazed back down at her, there was a glimmer in her eye. You couldn’t tell if it was fear or excitement or desire. Whatever it was, it hadn't been there before you kissed her.

“Can I carry you to bed?” you asked. Natasha nodded, giggling as you bent down slightly to give yourself enough leverage to lift her up.

“Don’t fall.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” you reassured as you gently placed her on the bed. The weight of her body in the middle of the bed completely messed up your meticulously arranged flower petals. Neither of you seemed to care all that much as you crawled on top of her.

A sense of nervous giddiness washed over you as your lips met tentatively. The improvised dance between your mouth and hers was one that had been done a thousand times before. This one was different. This one was a first meeting, the first dance between two souls destined for something much bigger than the two of them could imagine in the present moment. This slow, hesitant dance soon turned into a familiar exploration of each other’s mouths with your tongues. Hands soon followed, tugging and pulling at clothes until all of your garments were in a jumbled pile on the floor along with half of the rose petals.

Natasha’s arms were wrapped around your back, pulling you down into her as you ground your pelvis into hers. Your erection was throbbing from the stimulation. She rolled her hips up at the contact, whimpering as wetness pooled between her legs. You could feel your heart pounding in your throat at the anticipation of pushing yourself inside her.

“You ready?” you asked. Natasha nodded, her lower lip in her teeth as her face flushed with arousal. “Here.” You reached for her hand, guiding it down to where your cock was nestled between your bodies. Placing your hand over hers, you gently closed her hand around your length and pushed it down to the heat between her legs. She stifled a moan as you drew your tip up and down her slit, thoroughly coating it in her juices.

The two of you let out a simultaneous groan as you slid your penis inside her. Her hole stretched to accommodate your girth, a tight fit as you filled her to the brim.

“Fuck,” Natasha whimpered as she adjusted to the fullness inside her. You watched her face contort in pleasure through the candlelight. The sight of her so overcome with pleasure ignited a carnal desire inside you, but you consciously reminded yourself that this was about more than just sex. This was about showing your girlfriend how much you loved her.

As Natasha relaxed around you, you slowly began to rock your hips in and out of her. Her walls coated you in a sheen of slick with each thrust. The pace you set was slow and deliberate, pulling your cock almost all the way out before burying yourself to the hilt. She wrapped her arms and legs around you and pulled you flush against her body. The two of you were coated in a glistening layer of sweat as you rocked your hips in tandem. You buried your head in her neck, kissing the exposed skin in a futile effort to stifle your moans.

The room around you was quiet as you continued your lovemaking. Natasha held you close, whimpering and gasping as her wetness echoed throughout the room. Her fingers tangled in your hair as you left love bites up and down her neck. The purple bruises that peppered her sensitive skin were barely visible against the faint glow of the candlelight that flickered against the walls. You found it harder to stay quiet the longer you pumped yourself inside her. Nat’s walls fluttered and squeezed around your cock, the tightness keeping you buried in her cunt. Gripping the sheets with white knuckles, your lips hovered over hers as you slowed your thrusts further, relishing in the feeling of her soft, warm walls squeezing your length.

You watched as the veins in your girlfriend’s neck strained as she arched her head back against the pillow. Your ungodly slow pace was driving her absolutely insane. Every subtle movement inside of her sent throbbing waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. As your head hovered over hers, lips a whisper apart, her face contorted in pleasure as you pulled out and pushed back in. Natasha’s eyes screwed shut and her mouth gaped open as she gasped. It took all your determination to not buck your hips wildly into her. The heat spreading under your skin so quickly meant you didn’t have much time left.

Resting your forehead against hers, your breath coming in shaky pants, you slowed your pace even further and increased your force, slowly pulling your penis out of her tight grip before forcing it back in. The sound of slapping flesh joined the quiet gasps and moans echoing off the walls, your hips smacking together while your balls swung wildly behind you, stopping only when they hit Natasha’s red, swollen cunt.

As the pressure built inside you, Natasha unwrapped one of her arms from your back and reached up over her head in search of your hand that was white knuckling the sheets. Her fingers interlaced with yours. The two of you squeezed each other’s hand as your pace quickened ever so slightly, your cock pounding in and out of her tortured hole. She stared up at you with wide eyes, her mouth agape as her own orgasm grew within her core.

The coil in your stomach tightened to a precipice. There was no stopping it. Your nose bumped hers as short, airy gasps escaped your mouth. Bearing down with one final hard thrust, you emptied yourself inside of her as your entire body convulsed with overwhelming ecstasy. The feeling of your seed inside her aching core and the pulsing of your length against her walls drove Natasha to her own orgasm. She moaned against your lips as her walls clenched rhythmically around you. You groaned, collapsing into her shoulder as she milked your already sensitive member.

Your thrusts came to a gentle stop as you finished filling her to the brim. It was all you could do to lie there and not crush her while you struggled to return your breathing to its normal state. You felt a hand come up and rest in your hair.

“Are you okay?” Natasha whispered as she gently tugged at your sweaty, matted locks.

“Yeah,” you mumbled into the crook of her neck. You turned your head to look at her. Her lips were swollen and her face was flushed, her long red hair tousled from being flattened against the pillow. “You?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded, biting her lower lip.

“I love you,” you whispered, tilting your head to kiss her softly. “I love you so much, Nat. I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t. Because I do.” She smiled at your words, fully melting into the sense of safety and love you provided. For the first time in her life, Natasha felt safe and loved. It was all you could do but hope that this would be the start of something new, something special, between the two of you.

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natspookie · 10 months

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hold me

natasha x fem!reader

☆ summary : natasha goes out to a friendly dinner with reader’s ex and natasha should have listened (happy ending dw babes)

☆ warning : cheatingggg, drama/angst, not proofread, and traumatic past relationship

“nat please don’t go out with her” you kneeled down with a frown on your shares bed as natasha attached her earrings, looking at you through the mirror.

“dekta it’s just one dinner, i asked if you wanted to come” natasha cocked her head to the side

“nattie, she’s manipulative and wants to get a reaction out of me” you cringe at the memory of your ex-girlfriend, the same woman natasha would be meeting at dinner tonight with another shield agent.

“i will be careful, and you know i only love you right?” she kneeled as well on the bed, kissing you on the forehead once, on the nose, and in the lips.

“be home as soon as you can?” you sighed, looking into her eyes. “i promise” she gripped your hands, as you both always do. “i love you nattie” “i love you too dekta”

the last 2 hours have been full of worrying for natasha. you’ve cleaned the apartment twice when you received a notification on your phone. you leaped across the couch hoping it as natasha asking you to pick her up. your heart dropped when you reached an unknown number messaging you.

you clicked on the photo to see your girlfriend and ex girlfriend kissing. you knew better than to believe this was the whole story. she was your natasha, the same natasha who loves you. you threw the phone across the couch and buried your head in your hands, anxiously bouncing your knee waiting for natasha.

when the door unlocked you didn’t move an inch. “y/n? i- i should have listened to you” natasha rushed in front of you as your eyes were closed. “she kissed me and i pulled away as fast as i could. i-i’m really sorry dekta, i should’ve just stayed at home with you and watched that old show you love” you opened your eyes to see natasha with tear stained cheeks.

you reached your hand out to brush her tears away “do you love me natasha?” you couldn’t help but ask “of course, y/n. you are my life, you are everything to me and i can’t do this without you, please forgive me” she held your hands tightly

“i love you nat, can you just hold me?” you asked quietly. natasha ripped her heels off and carried you to your room and you squealed.

natasha cleaned up as quickly as she could, making sure to scrub her mouth as much as she could before cuddling you tightly. natasha gave sloppy kisses all over your face, muttering ‘i love you’s every time. “you and me forever”

natasha held you close that night, afraid you would leave her. you knew better than to do that. natasha was clinging onto your side for a few weeks till she got called go a mission.

she left multiple letters around the house that didn’t fail to make you smile.

there were ups and downs, but you wouldn’t mind sharing them with natasha.

#natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #black widow fic

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peavhyshy · 11 months

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- 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I (𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦)

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: in which you write an article on how to lose someone in ten days to prove to your best friend it's not about looks but about how you act in a relationship.

Warning: n/a

Words: 2,514

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I

❝You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days❞

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨. You longed for a chance to write about more serious subjects, something that could truly make a difference. Just as you thought you were about to lose your mind in thinking of what your career could be, you noticed your best friend Wanda approaching her cubicle.

Wanda’s red eyes and tear stained cheeks made your heart ache. ‘’Y/N just can’t find the right guy.’ Wanda choked out, trying to hold back her tears. ‘’I mean, is there something wrong with me? Am I just not attractive enough?’

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on Wanda’s shoulder. ‘’Girl, you’re gorgeous, any guy with a brain would be lucky to have you. It’s about how you’re always depending on these guys for your happiness and acting a bit… you know needy,’’ You said softly, trying to offer some insight.

Wanda sniffled, dabbing at her green eyes with a tissue you have given her. ‘’Huh, I never thought about it like that.’’

Inspired by Wanda’s situation, You decided to write an article to help Wanda but also to challenge yourself as a writer. ‘’Hey, I’ve got an idea. What If I write an article on how to lose someone in ten days by, like, imitating your behaviors? That way, I can show you it’s not about looks but about how we act in relationships.’’

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦. Her boss, David, a middle-aged man with graying hair, raised an eye at her proposal.

‘’You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days?’’ he asked skeptically.

Natasha nodded, her green eyes sparkling with determination. ‘’I know I can. And when I do, I want to lead on our next big advertising campaign.’’

Her boss chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘’Alright, Romanoff. You’ve got yourself a bet. But remember, the company ball is in ten days, so you better work fast.’’

Natasha grinned, feeling a bit of thrill at the challenge.

𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦. You walked the hallway to your boss’s office, your heart pounding with anticipation. As you walked into the office your boss, an older woman with a stern expression, looked up from her computer. ‘’Y/N, what can I do for you?’’ she asked, her voice firm but polite.

You swallowed nervously before speaking up. ‘’I have an idea for an article I’d really like to write. It’s a bit different from my usual ‘how-to’ pieces’ pieces, but I think it could be important and engaging for our readers.’’

Your boss Pepper raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. ‘’Go on.’’

‘’Well, the article would be about how to lose someone in ten days by imitating certain behaviors,’’ You explained, your voice gaining confidence. ‘’I want to show that it’s not about how a women looks but how we act in relationships.’’

Pepper leaned back in her chair considering your proposal, after a moment, she nodded. ‘’Y/N, I like the idea. It’s refreshing and could be a nice change of pace for our magazine. Go ahead and start working on it. I’m looking forward to reading the final piece.’’

You beamed, thrilled that your boss was on board with your idea. ‘’Thank you so much! I won’t let you down.’’

As you left the office, you felt more motivated than ever to write your article.

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘. You decided to sit down with Wanda at her apartment with some coffee to discuss Wanda’s relationship patterns hoping to come up with the ten steps that could lead to a breakup.

‘’Wanda, I need your help. I want to identify ten behaviors that you think would make someone break up with you. Can you tell me how you’ve acted in your past relationships?’’

Wanda sighed, stirring her coffee thoughtfully. ‘��Well, I guess I’ve been pretty clingy. I always want to be with my partner, like, all the time.’’

‘’Okay,’’ You said, jotting down a note. ‘’That could be Step !: Be overly clingy.’’

Wanda nodded, then continued. ‘’I also get really jealous. I question them about every person they talk to, and I get upset if they want to spend time with their friends.’’

You scribbled more notes. ‘’Step 2: Show excessive jealousy.’’

As you two continued to your conversation you guys made more steps:

Be overly clingy.

Show excessive Jealousy.

Constantly seek validation and reassurance.

Be overly possessive of their time and attention.

Make your partner feel guilty for wanting space.

Ignore your partner’s interests and focus solely on your own.

Be overly critical of your partner’s actions and choices.

Overreact to small issues and turn them into major arguments.

Expect your partner to solve all of your emotional problems. a

Constantly bring up past mistakes, even if they’ve been resolved.

𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗟 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗠𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗥, 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗. The bar atmosphere was lively, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. You found a table near the back and settled down, ordering drinks.

Across the bar, Natasha sat with her coworkers Clint, Maria, and her boss David, discussing her bet and scanning the bar for a suitable candidate. Clint’s eyes landed on you, who was animatedly chatting with your friends. ‘’How about her?’’ he suggested, nodding in your direction.

Natasha followed her gaze and studied you for a moment. You seemed interesting and confident, and Natasha felt a spark of curiosity. ‘’She could be the one,’’ Natasha agreed, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’I’ll make my move.’’

David leaned back in his chair, smirking. ‘’Good luck, Romanoff. Remember, you only have ten days.’’

Natasha nodded and stood up, smoothing her clothes and taking a breath to steady her nerves. As she approached the table she couldn’t help but notice the warm friendship between the three girls.

‘’Hi,’’ Natasha said, flashing a charming smile at you. ‘’I’m Natasha. Mind if I join you?’’

You looked up, your eyes meeting Natasha’s, and you felt a flutter of surprise at the sudden introduction. ‘’Uh, sure. I’m Y/N, and these are my friends Wanda and Carol.’’

As Natasha settled into her seat, you were the first one to break the ice. ‘’So, Natasha, what brings you the bar tonight?’’

Natasha smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. ‘’Well, my coworkers and I were just unwinding after a long day at the office. How about you?’’

Carol chimed in, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’We’re doing the same, just trying to relax a bit. What do you work in?’’

Natasha hesitated for a moment. ‘’I work in advertising. It’s pretty exciting most of the time, bur it can be stressful too.’’

Wanda nodded understandingly. ‘’I can imagine. Y/N, Carol, and I both work at an magazine, so we know a thing or two about stress.’’

At one point, Carol brought a recent article you had written. ‘’Y/N’s last piece on the best local coffee shops was fantastic. You should give it a read, Natasha. She’s a talented writer.’’

Natasha smiled, faking interest. ‘’I’ll definitely look it up. I’m always on the hunt for a good coffee shop.’’

As the night went on, you guys had a good time laughing, sharing stories, and enjoying a few too many drinks. You felt the effects of too many drinks and began to sway unsteadily on your feet.

Natasha, noticing your condition, decided to step in and help. ‘’Hey, Y/N, you look like you might need a hand. Let me walk you to your car.’’

You were ever so grateful for the assistance leaned on Natasha as you made your way out of the bar. ‘’Thanks, Natasha.’’

‘’Don’t mention it,’’ Natasha replied, her voice warm and friendly. ‘’We all have those nights.’’

As you guys reached your car, Natasha helped you into the passenger seat, making sure you were comfortable before closing the door. Natasha scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it to you. ‘’I had a really great time tonight. If you’re ever up for it, maybe we could go on a proper date sometime.’’

Your checks flush as you take the paper with a smile. ‘’I’d like that, Natasha. I had a great time too.’’

With a final wave, Natasha closed the door and watched as you called a rideshare to take you home safely.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦, 𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗦, 𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗨𝗣𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦. The room was buzzing with energy as everyone was prepared to share their ideas.

Pepper started the workshop, her voice confident and authoritative. ‘’Alright, everyone, let’s get started, I want to hear about the articles you’re working on and get a sense of how things are going, Who wants to go first?’’

Jane Foster, a science writer, eagerly raised her hand. ‘’I’m working on an article about sustainable energy solutions for the future. I think it’s going to be really informative and eye-opening.’’

As each employee shared their ideas, the atmosphere in the room became more open and calm. Shuri starts to speak animatedly. ‘’My article is about the intersection of technology and fashion. I’ve been exploring some cutting-edge designs that incorporate smart fabric and wearable tech. It’s fascinating!’’

Darcy says with a grin on her face. ‘’I’m working on a piece about the most bizarre scientific discoveries of the year. Did you know that scientists recently found a species of fish that can walk on land.

‘’No way! That’s insane, Darcy. Can’t wait to read it.’’ Carol says, smiling at Darcy.

‘’That sounds amazing, Darcy. It’s such a amazing topic and to think I’m boring you guys with my ‘how-to’ articles.’’ You say, impressed.

Finally, it’s Wanda’s turn to speak. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filling with tears as she began to talk about her article on navigating heartbreak and healing after a breakup. ‘’I’m writing about… how to heal after a breakup,’’ Wanda’s voice broke, and she wiped away a tear. ‘’It’s something I’ve been going through a lot of recently, and I think sharing my experience could help others.’’

The room went silent, and Carol reached out to place a comforting hand on Wanda's shoulder. ‘’I’m sorry, Wanda. We’re all here for you.’’

You chimed in, your voice supportive. ‘’Your article is going to help a lot of people, Wanda. You’re doing something really brave by sharing your story. And that’s why I’m writing my how to lose somebody in ten days article’’

Wanda nodded grateful for the support of her friends and co-workers, Pepper spoke up, ‘’Thank you for sharing, Wanda. It’s important for us to cover a wide range of topics, and your honesty will resonate with our readers.’’

Everyone shared their ideas and got feedback and the workshop actually proved to be productive.

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗝𝗔𝗥 𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗬, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

‘’So, Nat, you’ve got ten days to make someone fall in love with you, and then lose them,’’ Clint said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ‘’What’s your plan?’’

Natasha sighed, tapping her prn against the notepad on her desk. ‘’I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve come up with a few steps that should do the trick.’’

Clint raised an eyebrow, curious. ‘’Alright, let’s hear them.’’

Natasha began listing her ideas.

First, I need to reel them in. Show genuine interest in their life, be charming and attentive.

Next, I’ll start to open up about my own life. Share personal stories to build trust and connection.

Then, I’ll plan a romantic date. Something special and memorable to really solidify the bond.

After that, I’ll start to become a bit needy. Text and call more frequently, maybe even show up unannounced.

For step five, I’ll start to become overly possessive. Question their friendships, demand more of their time.

With step six, I’ll introduce some jealousy. Flirt with someone else in their presence, just enough to make them doubt my loyalty.

Next, I’ll pick fights over trivial things.

For step eight, I’ll become a bit controlling. Start making decisions for them, and criticize their choices.

Then, I’ll drop the bomb. Reveal a secret that could potentially shatter their trust in me

Finally, when they’re at their breaking point, I’ll push them away for good. Make it clear that I’m not the right person for them.

Clint nodded slowly, impressed by Natasha’s thorough plan. ‘’Well, that sounds like a sure way to lose someone. But are you sure you want to go through with this? It seems like an awful lot of emotional manipulation.’’

Natasha hesitated for a moment thinking back to her pleasant encounter with you the other night. ‘’I know it’s not ideal, but I have to win this bet. It’s about more than just pride and getting the next big advertising campaign. It’s about proving that I can succeed at any challenge.’’

𝗔 𝗙𝗘𝗪 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘, 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨.

Natasha: Hey! Y/N It’s Natasha from the other night. I hope you’ve recovered from the other night. I was wondering if you’d like to join me at a boxing match this Friday? I think it could be a fun first date.

You: Hi, Natasha! I’m feeling much better, thanks for asking. A boxing match sounds like a great idea! I’m in!

When Friday arrived, you and Natasha met outside the arena, both excited. As you took your seats you decided it was time to start implementing your plan. You glanced at Natasha, putting your first step into action being overly demanding. ‘’Natasha, I’m really thirsty. Can you go grab me some sparkling water? I don’t want to miss the beginning of the match.’’

Natasha, determined to show her charming and attentive side of her plan, agreed without hesitation. ‘’Of course! I’ll be right back.’’

Natasha returned to the seats just as the match was about to start, a sparkling water in hand. You looked at her apologetically. ‘’Actually, I changed my mind. Can you get me a soda instead?’’

Trying to not show her frustration, Natasha plastered a smile and headed back to the concession stand. Throughout the night, you continued to be demanding, asking Natasha to fetch you snacks and making her miss the crucial moments of the match. Natasha worked hard to be attentive and understanding.

As you left the arena, You smiled, ‘’Thanks for tonight, Natasha. I had a great time, despite my many requests.’’

Natasha smiled and shrugged. ‘’No problem, Y/N. I enjoyed it too.’’

You said your goodbyes and parted ways.

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yes ma’am | n. romanoff

pairing: ceo!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: rule number one in the workplace, never get on your bosses bad side.

warnings: 18+ only! minors dni! daddy kink, heavy swearing, major degradation, abuse of power, strap-on use (r receiving)

word count: 2.8k

authors note: i haven’t posted in ages so i may or may not have gone feral, but ceo!nat just really does something to me, i hope you enjoy <3

you do not have permission to translate, copy or post my work elsewhere!

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“Y/L/N!” Your boss's voice rang through the silence of the work floor, the only sounds of fingers typing on keyboards and pens scratching along the lines of the countless forms you were assigned to fill out daily.

Your head snapped up from the current report you had been working on for the past hour, your brain foggy and an impending migraine making its way to the forefront of your brain as your eyes read over word after word of your report.

“Ooo, someone’s in trouble,” a quiet snicker emitted from your cubicle mate and now best friend, Carol. You being paired to share with her when you started only six months ago, a friendship blossoming over the agreed annoyance with your boss and the countless, unnecessary paperwork she always gave.

With a shove of her shoulder you grumbled, “Shut the fuck up, Carol.” You dropped your pen as your hand came up to rub at your temple, aggravation beginning to surface as you wondered what your boss could possibly want now. You were called into her office almost once a week, being chastised over the smallest mistake that only one who was a perfectionist would notice, and unfortunately for you, your boss was one of them.

“Better act quick, the witch is coming,” Carol whispered over to you before turning back to her paperwork, and it was then that your ears picked up on the clicking of your bosses perfectly clean heals echoed across the linoleum floor as she approached your cubicle.

You didn’t dare look up from your paperwork until the clicking of her heels stopped, and a throat cleared from behind you. You slowly peered your head up from your paperwork and turned in your chair, your eyes immediately downcast towards the floor, taking in the perfectly shined heels. “Y/LN,” a voice spoke above you, that had you slowly lifting your head to meet the piercing green eyes of your boss, the most renowned CEO of any corporate business in the tri-state area.

You gulped as you felt your bosses gaze on you, her jaw hardened and set, the look of annoyance painted all across her face. “Yes, Ms. Romanoff?” She crossed her arms across her chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts up more, not that they already weren’t bulging out of the low v-cut of her blouse enough, and you couldn’t help but spare a glance at the cleavage before turning your gaze back to your boss.

Sure, she was worse than the devil himself but the woman was hot, and well, you were very gay.

“Care to explain the excuse of a report that I found sitting on my desk this morning?”

“Ms. Romanoff, I-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses Y/L/N, I gave you plenty of time to write that report and what you gave me was absolutely mediocre!” Her voice raised on the last few words of her tangent, and you could feel the lingering gazes of your co-workers staring at the scene that she was making. “You have two hours to write me a new report, and I expect it to be hand delivered by you before lunch.” You opened your mouth to speak, but she had turned on her heel and walked away before you could even mutter a word.

“Yes Ma’am, anything you want ma’am.” You groaned out as you rested your face in your hands, hiding yourself from the sheer embarrassment you were ultimately feeling. Carol tried her best to comfort you, but you shrugged her hand off of your shoulder and turned back around to your desk. “If it makes you feel any better, she’s a total bitch.” Your friend tried to lighten the mood but all you did was grumble in response.

“She doesn’t care about anyone but herself. She’s cruel, unsympathetic and expects me to write God’s work while being paid only minimum wage!” You ranted while you rubbed at your temple.

“Wanna go to Joe’s tonight for celebratory drinks?” Carol inquiries and you were sold at the idea of getting blackout drunk. So you begrudgingly got to typing up a new draft of the report with the lingering thought of tequila in your mind pushing you through.

—

As if you couldn’t have timed it perfectly enough, you finished the report just as the clock struck the two hour mark as you were neatly putting it into the folder to give to Romanoff. You stood from your desk, folder in hand, as you prepared to enter the devil’s dungeon.

With a thumbs up from Carol for good luck, you begin the short trek from you desk to your boss’ office. You were thanking the stars when you noticed that her blinds to the office windows were drawn and she wasn’t able to see you panicking as you reached a hand up to gently knock on her door. A quiet spoken “come in” was spoken from inside and it took every ounce of courage for you to open the door and step foot into her office.

No one was just allowed inside of her office, those who did step foot into it were either being fired or they never came out, and you always wondered what happened to those who never did. You quietly took a few steps into the office, taking in the foreign place, noticing that it was simple, yet elegant, a few bookshelves were to the left, filled with books that you couldn’t even decipher the name of, a few fake plants littered the room to give it some life and sitting in the middle of the room was her desk, dark wooden with paperwork scattered all about it, and behind the desk sat the devil.

“Close the door.” She spoke sharply and you immediately obliged, reaching a hand behind you to pull the door shut. “It took you long enough. Give it here.” She demanded as she held her hand out with her perfectly manicured fingernails. You gulped again as you closed the distance between you and her desk before setting the folder in her grasp. She quickly took the folder from you and flipped it open, eyes scanning the pages as she flipped through them quickly.

You chewed the inside of your lip nervously as you watched her scan every word, on every page, letting out hums of disapprovement the further she got into the report. By the time she has finished the report and slammed it shut and placed it onto her desk, you knew you were fired. “It’s better than before, but it’s still poorly written. I’ve given you six months to prove yourself worthy to have a position in my company and you have proven nothing.”

You immediately looked down at the ground, your eyes fixating on the few scuffs on your shoes to avoid her harsh gaze. “I’m sorry, Ms. Romanoff, I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

“Apologies will get you nowhere Y/L/N,” she spoke harshly as she got up from her chair and rounded her desk to stand next to you. “It seems as if I’m going to have to teach you a lesson so this doesn’t happen again.” She whispered in your ear, and the sudden closeness of your boss has you gasping in surprise. You quickly lifted your head to look at her, but she was quick to grab a fist full of your hair and slam you down against her desk.

“You’ve done nothing but put shame to the name of the company I created,” she spoke gently as she kicked a foot between your legs to spread them apart. “You’ve failed countless times at such intern level work that sometimes I forget why you still have a job here.” She continued as she moved to stand between your patted legs, pressing her front against your ass, and you could feel the bulge of what she was packing beneath her trousers, and it took everything in you to suppress the moan you so desperately wanted to let escape.

“Maybe it’s because you’re pretty, hm?” She said as she pushed your skirt up to rest around your waist, revealing the not so work appropriate black lace thong you decided to sport that day. “Walking around with your skirt, showing off those beautiful legs I’ve thought about burying my face between multiple times before.” Her hand came against your ass cheek, and you let a cry out in pain, your hands gripping the edge of her desk. “Or the way you wear those low cut blouses leaving nothing to the imagination.” Another slap and this time, a moan escaped past your lips.

“So pathetic, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” She snickered from above you, as you felt her hand cup your heat and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against her touch, a silent beg for more. “Is this what you want? You want me to touch you whore, hmm? Fuck you right so maybe that way you can do your job properly?” She asked as she pressed her thumb roughly against your clothed clit and you couldn’t suppress the deep moan that escaped you as you nodded quickly. “Please Ms. Romanoff, I-”

You were cut off by her hand wrapping around your neck, pulling your body up flush against her own. “Don’t worry darling, daddy’s going to fuck you so good, and then maybe, she won’t fire you.” You whimpered at the nickname she had given herself. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, your underwear completely ruined and all you could think about was her hands on your body and wanting nothing more than to be fucked into oblivion.

She turned you around in her grasp quickly, before grabbing under your thighs and lifting you up on her desk, your legs immediately spreading open for her, a dark chuckle escaped her as she moved herself to fit perfectly between them. “God look at you, spread out for me like some dumb whore. Is that what you are baby? Are you daddy’s dumb whore?” You whimpered and nodded, as she looked down at you with an almost predatorial gaze. “I’m daddy’s whore, please.”

It was like you didn’t have control over the words coming out of your mouth, she had you in a trance, she had you right where she wanted you to be. The smirk that etched itself on her face was almost devilish as her fingers hooked into your underwear and slid them off your legs, revealing your glistening folds to her. Her gaze burned into you, her eyes drinking in every bit of skin they could see, the way she licked her lips as her eyes fell to your cunt had even more arousal dripping from you, and you whimpered. “Daddy, please, touch me, fuck me, please.”

You begged from below and she chuckled, as she unbuttoned her blazer and tossed it aside, before working on the button of her pants, her eyes never leaving you. “Such a needy little slut, begging to be fucked.” She spoke as she pushed her pants down, the red strap she had been packing slapping up against her stomach, and you moaned at the sight of the large, silicone toy. Your legs spread even wider as you wrapped them around her waist, pulling her flush against you as the tip of the toy nudged your clit, causing you to whimper.

“Ah ah ah, there will be none of that.” She reprimanded as she grabbed your legs from around her waist and pushed them open more, and you were unsure as to how your body was able to bend in the positions that it was. “Gonna be daddy’s good girl and take my cock, hmm?” She questioned as she slid the toy between your folds, soaking it in your juices, earning a moan from you at each nudge against your swollen and throbbing clit.

You nodded fervently, “I’m gonna be daddy’s good girl, I promise.” You whimpered as she pressed the tip against your entrance. “That’s what I thought.” She snapped her hips against yours in one swift movement, fully bottoming out inside you, your mouth fell open in a soundless moan, the sudden intrusion taking all of the breath out of your lungs. Her hands gripped your waist once she was fully inside you, barely giving you time to adjust to the intrusion before pulling her hips back and thrusting back into you once more.

A loud moan escaped you this time as the smirk etched on your face turned into a devilish grin as she began drilling the toy into you with brutal force. Whimpers and moans were the only coherent sounds you could form as the faux cock was filling you in all of the right ways, hitting every spot deep withing your walls almost perfectly.

“Look at you, so cock drunk already aren’t you slut?” She said breathlessly as she continued to pound into you, all you could form was a nod as the toy continued to be pounded inside you, a feral moan escaping you once it hit that spongy sweet spot deep within your slick walls. Natasha took note and angled her hips to hit the spot over and over again with each thrust, watching you fall apart under her touch and it was the most ethereal sight she had ever seen.

“Such a good girl, taking daddy’s cock so well.” She muttered out, her grip on your waist tightening as the toy nudged her clit with each thrust she made, the sight alone of you all fucked out on her desk was almost enough to send her over the edge, but she wanted to see you fall apart first before she allowed herself to.

“Mhm, I’m daddy’s good girl.” You spoke between moans, the coil building in your stomach, threatening to snap with each thrust of her hips, your knuckles bleeding white with how hard you were gripping the edges of the desk.

Your moans grew louder with each thrust of Natasha’s hips and she knew you were seconds away from your orgasm. “Are you going to come sweet girl? Gonna come all over daddy’s cock?” She questioned sweetly and you nodded quickly. “Please daddy, m’ gonna come, please let me come.” You begged, because you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on. Your brain was fuzzy and you were completely fucked out, every thought, every sensation was on Natasha and all you wanted to do was please her.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” she almost teased as she leaned down to press a kiss against your jaw before whispering in your ear. “Come for me,” and that’s all it took for you to reach your release. Her lips pressed against your own to silence your screams as your orgasm washed over your body, your back arched off the desk as you tried to kiss her back, but your brain wasn’t able to function as the most earth shattering orgasm ripped through you.

Her thrusts didn’t lighten as you began to come down from your orgasm, her hips stuttering slightly as her own impending orgasm was on brink of releasing. You reached a hand up and slid it through her deep red locks, pulling her gaze to meet your own. “Want you to come for me daddy,” you whispered as your grip tightened on your hair, pulling her face down to meet yours. “Let me make you feel good.” A deep moan ripped from Natasha’s throat as her hips stilled, the silicone toy buried deep within you as her own orgasm washed over her.

Her body fell limp as she collapsed on top of you, and you were quick to wrap your arms around her to comfort her as she rode out her high. Her face buried within your neck as she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath, as your fingers continued to thread through her locks. She placed a few open mouth kisses along the base of your neck as her breath evened out, before lifting herself up to look down at you.

“Think you’ve learned your lesson yet Y/LN?” She questioned as she pulled the toy out of you, a whimper of protest leaving you at the loss of fullness, but a sharp look from her had you silenced. You nodded as you shyed away from her gaze as an answer to her question, “Yes da- I mean Ms. Romanoff.”

Her hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her as she smiled sweetly, the complete opposite of the predatorial gaze she once had. “Oh sweetheart, don’t you worry, I’ll be having you calling me daddy much more in the near future.” And with those final spoken words, she pulled her pants back up and fixed herself in the mirror before sparing one last glance in your direction before exiting her office without another word.

And it was in that moment, you knew, you were under the complete control of Natasha Romanoff.

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