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Y/n: when I was in 3rd grade, we had google earth on the computers. There was also a flight simulator and I would ask kids for their addresses. I would then show them the flight simulator and proceed to fly the plane into their house telling them I destroyed it remotely

Nat muttering: and I’m the bad guy

Natasha Romanoff ~ Pain

Natasha Romanoff X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 2,873

Includes: bondage, blindfold, masturbation, spanking, gagging, praise, fingering, edging, strap on, knife play (minor injury), overstimulation and oral

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Even with your sense heightened you couldn't hear a sound except your own shallow breathing. The blindold covering your eyes had left you to rely on your hearing while all you could see was darkness.

Having said that, your sense of touch seemed to have been sharpened, but that may have been down to having no clothes on. Natasha had pulled them all off you what seemed like centuries ago, leaving your skin hopeful to feel her touch.

Your wrists were beginning to sore from the tight rope holding them together above your head. They were secured to the metal bars at the top of the bed and ensured restricted movements from your hands.

Your ankles had a similar fate and were tied down to each of the bedposts, leaving your legs spread wide open for your girlfriend.

You lay on your stomach with your ass in the air and your head to the side, leaving the silky sheets against your cheek. Your girlfriend knew you felt vulnerable in such a position, something that was definetly a turn on, yet had never left you alone in that state before.

You could only imagine the teasing Natasha had planned for you. She knew all of your kinks, as you did hers, and she was more than willing to try most of them. But there was one she had been promising to do for so long you had come to assume it would never happen.

You were interrupted from your thoughts when you finally heard your girlfriend enter the room. The sound of her footsteps was followed by a mocking chuckle that always left you wet and wanti

"Look at my little whore, all tired up and helpless. Ready to be fucked" She spoke in her dominant tone darkly. You could only whimper in response.

"Please." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You could hear her footsteps coming closer to the bed before you felt the shift in weight distribution on the mattress.

You could hear her placing multiple objects down onto the bed and your mind wondered with all the possibilities of what those objects were.

You felt your dominant girlfriend straddle your waist and her bare skin against your own, sending electric sparls throughout your body.

Her slim fingers stroked the centre of your neck so lightly if you hadn't known it was her you would have assumed it was a feather.

The slight touch from her fingertips wandered in a straight line up your neck, jaw and chin. She held it lightly in her hand, her fingertips below your jaw and her thumb a centimetre below your bottom lip.

You knew she was prolonging the feeling of you shaking in anticipation beneath her.

Her thumb stroked the area and you responded by parting your lips for her more. You thought she would slip her thumb or fingers inside, as she had done countless times before, but instead she whipped off the blidfold.

Despite this newfound vision, Natasha was still out of your line of sight. Your disapintment was short lived when she gracefully got off your back and sat down in the chair facing you.

The last time you had seen the beauty she was fully clothed. But in that moment she displayed to you her red lingerie that clung to her body perfectly. It highlighted her curves and made your imagination run wild.

The lace bra and panties displayed about as much as they hid and you felt your arousal grow as your eyes wondered over the matching lacy suspender belt and stockings.

You wanted nothing more than to please her and have her moaning your name, but she had other plans.

"Like what you see?" She smirked as she spread her legs to show you just how thin the fabric was and how little it hid the outline of her pussy lips.

She leaned towards you as she captured her bottom lip between her teeth, maintaining her lustful stare. She placed two fingers on your lips and you instantly opened your mouth for her to slip them in this time.

You sucked on them as you stared back at her and swiped your tongue over the length of her slender fingers. She smirked at your eagerness as she pulled her fingers away and resumed her previous position in the chair.

You licked your own lips at the sight and saw Natasha's had wander teasingly across her stockings, thighs and then the wasitband of her panties, her fingers still glistening.

She didn't hesitate to rub the outline of her pussy through her panties, a sight that made your own pussy clench.

You heard her gasp out when she pressed down on her clit and once she brought her hand away you saw the wet patch she had made on her panties.

"Natasha..." you whined, wanting to touch her.

"No begging, or there will be consequences." She ordered again, breathlessly this time as she continued to stare me down. You nodded your head quickly before your gaze dropped back to those panties that deprived you of the full view.

Natasha's fingers slipped elegantly beneath the red fabric and disappeared into her wet folds. You could hear her moan softly as she started to pump two fingers inside herself at a steady pace.

Her other hand reached up to grap her left breast while she continued to finger herself infront of you. You so desperetly wanted to call out to her. To beg her to let you touch her, any way she wanted. But I knew you wouldn't be successful.

Natasha's pace increased as her moans grew louder and her thigh muscles clenched. You could tell she was close and without considering the consequences you called out to her.

"Tasha, please! Let me touch you." You whined and tried to squirm in your position. Your girlfriend's eyes darkened as a result yet she didn't stop.

You watched in awe as she came on her fingers while her head tilted back in bliss. It didn't take long for her to come down from her high and stand from the chair, her legs only slightly shaky.

"I warned you." Natasha spoke lowly as she moved around to the end of the bed. Part of you expected there to be some kind of warning for what followed, the rest of me knew better.

Natasha brought her hand down fast across your ass and you gave a cry of surprise and pain from the sudden feeling. You would have lurched forward if you weren't so tightly held down, but the restricted movements caused you to experience the pain more than you normally would.

"Quiet." Natasha ordered again. You bit your lip hard to supress any noises you would make.

However, this proved futile as the next time Natasha spanked you you moaned into the bed sheets, the sound definetly loud enough for your sadistic girlfriend to hear.

"Alright then, if you insist on keeping that slutty mouth of yours open..." Natasha didn't bother to fnish her sentence, knowing actions spoke louder than words.

She pulled my blindfold back down over your eyes before quickly spanking you again. This time when you opened your mouth to moan your girlfriend forced a breathable ball gag into your mouth and fastened it at the back of your head.

"Open one of your hands if you want me to stop. I won't be mad." She said gently into your ear, making you smile.

How your girlfriend was able to shift attitudes so drastically in a short space of time always baffled you, but your heart melted whenever she showed her caring side. Everytime you had been gagged she said the same thing.

You nodded and kept your hands in closed fists, hearing a chuckle from her in repsonse.

"Good girl." She hummed, returning to her dominant side. Before you could even respond to her praise you felt another harsh smack to your ass that had you crying out into the gag. You even tried to speak into the gag to beg her to touch you, but your pleading was inaudible, something Natasha evidently found amusing.

She spanked you more until you completly lost count due to only being able to think about the intense stinging feeling across your skin, imagining just how red your skin was and knowing Natasha would apply some cream to that when she was done.

Tears streamed down your face and you whimpered from every little thing you felt. The sensitivity of your skin was making you crazy and completly at your girlfriend's control.

You breathed heavily as you rested your head against the bed sheets and was vaguely aware of Natasha's fingers running across your broken skin. The somewhat soothing gesture didn't last long as her fingers soon dropped down to your soaking core.

"You're so wet, y/n." She husked as her fingers glided over your folds, gathering your juices on her fingers.

You whimpered in response to her words and only wished you could move yourself back onto her fingers.

As if she could hear your thoughts, Natasha slipped a single finger into your folds and pushed it entirely inside you. You moaned softly at the single digit, instantly craving more.

"I'm barely touching you are you're already so responsive." She mocked and moved the single finger in at an agonizingly slow pace, you groaned in protest but your girlfriend only snickered in response to your whining.

She kept this up for a couple minutes and just as you were about to huff out in frustration you felt her withdraw and pump 3 fingers into you at a sudden, overwhelming rate.

You moaned and gasped out into the gag as you felt her fingers fuck you at a rough and hard pace.

You so desperetly wanted to ride her fingers but could only strain your thigh muscles against the ropes. You kept your head firmly against the sheets and hands enclosed in tight fists as though you were protecting something sacred in the palm of your hand.

You could feel the heat rising throughout your body and the pleasure building as Natasha mercilessly thrusted her fingers into your soaked pussy that clenched around her perfectly.

Just as you thought you were about to experience an earth shattereing orgasm, Natasha's fingers abruptly pulled out.

You whimpered and whined into the gag in protest and could hear your girlfriend chuckle at your struggles and pathetic attempt to prolong the pleasure.

You could hear her suck on her fingers as the weight shifted on the bed until Natasha was gone, leaving only the sound of her moving.

Once she was back on the bed she leant over to whisper into your ear while you felt the familiar silicone brush your folds.

"I'll say this once: cum without permission and you will be punished." As she said those words you felt a cool piece of metal glide across your skin. Under the blindfold your eyes widened as I realised what Natasha was holding.

The knife, sharpened to perfection, pressed threateningly against your vulnerable skin. You could guess it was about a six inch blade and imagined it glistening in the light in an angelic manner.

Your core throbbed at the thought of it, yearning to feel it press against you to the point where it tears at your fragile skin.

Natasha placed the strap in line with your entrance and pushed the tip forward for your pussy lips to envelope.

As you clenched around the small amount inside you, you were caught off guard by Natasha pushing the rest of it inside you in one hard thrust.

You cried out into the gag, not being able to adjust to the size before your girlfriend pulled out and slammed the toy back into you. You moaned loudly at the ache the strap caused and dug your nails into the palms of your hands.

Natasha continued to pound the strap into your pussy as you moaned and whimpered in time with her deep, hard strokes.

While one hand held the knife against your stomach, the other grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked it so your head was thrown back.

All of this combined with Natasha mercillessly slamming the strap on into you over and over made your pussy start to clench around the toy.

You tried to communicate with her that you were about to cum, but of course she didn't care.

Your whole body tensed up and your breathing became increasingly ragged until you clenched around the toy again and came hard on it. You moaned and gasped out into the gag, almost forgetting about the knife pressed against you.

You were reminded of it when you felt a sudden, fast jolt from the knife that slashed across you. You cried out and felt your arousal grow again despite the now slow pace of Natasha moving the strap.

Your stomach felt as though it had been burnt and the red hot sting continued to stay. Natasha dropped her hand that was holding your hair and swipped her finger across the cut and hummed in delight.

You kept your fists tightly closed and wondered if you had drawn blood yourself from how deep your nails were into your own flesh.

"You're doing so good for me." Natasha whispered softly into your ear and started to pick up the pace again.

This time, you were already adjusted to the size of the strap and took it without the feeling of it stretching you slightly.

Natasha's hips moved at a faster rate and every time she filled you up completelt you felt her press against your ass. The knife remained firmly in her hand and on a new area of your stomach, ready to strike the unmarked skin.

Your body trembled from the stimulation to your pussy that made you shake slightly in support of the ropes still binding you down.

You moaned into the gag again as you felt the familiar tug in your lower stomach come back.

You could feel Natasha's grip on the knife tighten as your legs tensed up again and your back arched as much as it could as you came a second time, even more exhausted than the last.

With the orgasm came another cut across your skin, longer and deeper this time. You whimpered into the gag, wishing you could see the marks your girlfriend had made.

Natasha didn't halter her rhythm this time and seemed to instead take her fucking with a new vigour. This time when she thrust the strap on into you you could feel your cum soaking the strap as it pumped into your equally wet pussy, the combination of which was extremely audible and made you gush with wetness even more.

"You wanna cum again, huh? I can hear how wet and desperate you are for me, whore." You moaned in response as your whole body shuddered again, your increasing sensitivity making you all the more vulnerable.

When you came for the third time and felt the sharp blade slice once more, you were so out of breath you needed the gag removed to help you breathe. You opened your hand and felt Natasha instantly stop her movements and pulled out.

"It's okay, you did so good for me." She cooed as she removed your blindfold and gag.

"I'm okay..." You huffed, trying to catch your breath. "I can do...one more." You gasped and felt Natasha untie all the ropes.

"One more? Hmm okay." She flipped you gently onto your back and positioned herself between your legs.

You gazed down in awe at the three cuts across your stomach. They weren't serious and you doubted they would need stitches, yet the bright red blood slowly escaping from the wounds, one of which even trickling down yourside, lit your core on fire.

Your girlfriend grinned knowingly at you as she flicked her tongue against your swollen clit. You gasped out at the sensitivity and rested your head back against the pillow and clossed your eyes in bliss.

Natasha's tongue swiped around your folds, collecting the cum that had spilled out a little prior, befor plunging her tongue inside you.

You moaned out from the sensitivity and gripped her hair for support, encouraging her to tongue fuck you faster.

Her tongue swiped around inside of you perfectly, as though it was the last time she would taste you and wanted to memorize every inch of your core.

The overstimulation meant it didn't take long for your walls to clench around her tongue, pushing it out and leading Natasha to sucking on your clit in response.

"Tasha!" You gasped out as you came hard on your girlfriend's tongue. She licked up every single drop of your cum before leaning up to kiss you.

You kissed her back and tasted yourself on her lips, smiling to yourself at that fact. She pulled back and fell down beside you, looking at you lovingly.

"That was..." She trailed off, unable to find the words.

"Wow-factor." You grinned.

not all of it is bad i think….…. we are going to be okay i think.

Yelena *panicking*: Natasha's going to kill me for letting you get hurt.

Y/N: It wasn’t your fault though, I’m the one who snuck away!

Yelena: Trust me, that’s going to mean jack shit to her when she sees that bruise. I don’t think you understand just how much of her sanity hinges on your happiness and safety.

I need more mediocre gfs please!! Maybe like Reader getting hurt in an attack like I’m curious how she would act

sure but i didnt rly do that bc nothing serious ever happens in the mediocre gfs verse<3 welcome to the circus babies<3

Your relationship isn't public in the sense that neither of you thinks it's particularly wise to advertise to Nat's long, long list of enemies that she fostered any sort of positive emotion towards any specific member of the general public. It isn't particularly wise to advertise that Nat experiences any emotions, really, since unpredictability is the name of the game. But it's okay if people know she, perhaps, might like her coworkers because her coworkers could kill someone accidentally by, like, breathing too hard or something. You, on the other hand, are entirely normal. Maybe not well-adjusted, mentally at least, but you're not an alien with super strength, nor are you a mutated superhero borne from unethical scientific experimentation. Just normal human you.

Her friends and family know, obviously, since Nat is as unrepentant and shameless as they come. She likes to flex the fact that she's not emotionally stunted enough to not be able to bag a girl, basically. You're glad, at least, that you don't have to stop yourself from throwing yourself at Nat during house parties.

Nat also likes to lounge on an armchair with you perched on her lap, looking like the cat that got the cream; she said, one time, that it makes her feel like she has a huge cock. You had rolled your eyes at that, arms looped around her neck, and assured her that her cock was, indeed, quite large. She had smirked and kissed your neck and said in that insufferable tone: "I know." And Clint, who had been sitting on a nearby couch, had made a noise of revulsion and disappeared into the kitchen so he didn't have to hear Nat and you being so annoying. The two of you were a joy, to say the least, at Avengers dinner parties.

So, it comes as a surprise to both you and Nat--and your superhero friends when they hear about it afterwards--when you're shoved into a crummy alley by gunpoint because no one is supposed to know about your relationship to her outside of your inner circles. It's also a surprise because, you know, there's a gun pointed at you by a really menacing looking dude.

You're supposed to be safe. Everyone made sure to keep your relationship under wraps. How did they find you?

He's shouting at you, but you're too panicked, fumbling with your bag and backing into the wall, to really process what he's saying. Nat, who had been on a call with you, is also yelling at you in alarm through the AirPods Pro she had gotten you as a gift. You don't know what the fuck is happening. Maybe you shouldn't walk around the city with the noise-cancelling function on.

Suddenly, she goes quiet, and you glance at your phone, seeing the call has been dropped, and so too, then, does your stomach. A heavy feeling of dread sinks into you, and you find yourself shaking.

The barrel of the gun waves closer to your face, and you let out an undignified squeak, and then the man is wrenching your phone away with a curse when he realizes you had been on a call. Now, you are paying lots of attention to the man with the gun.

He is a mugger. You are being mugged.

"Oh, thank god," you let out in a rush, basically hurling your AirPods case at him. "Here. I-I'll get my wallet, too. It's- It's in my bag."

He is taken aback by your change in attitude, clutching the case like his life depends on it. "What- Hey, lady. What the fuck?"

You nod rapidly. "Yeah. Yeah, don't worry about me. Well, you can. I mean, don't shoot me. I have to get my wallet, okay?"

"...Okay?" The gun lowers. Dark eyes blink at you through his ski mask in utter bewilderment. "I mean-" He draws the gun back up with a scowl. "Just give me the bag."

You frown now, too. You had bought Nat a sandwich. It's in there. "But..."

"Give me the fucking bag!"

"Right! Yeah! Jesus, okay," you yell out, shoving the bag towards him and flinching away when the gun once again comes too close to comfort. "I just want you to know that my girlfriend's going to be so mad at you."

He ignores you. Why would he reply, after all? He's a mugger. You're his victim blathering on about your girlfriend. Your totally regular girlfriend.

Your girlfriend, whom you have yet to spot swinging off the roof and onto the fire escape above. Until, that is, her boots hit it with a loud clang, and both of you jerk up to look.

Then, it's over for him because Nat comes down swinging with a furious look on her face, utterly silent aside from her grunts when she lands on him and throws him upside down into the dumpster. A gunshot rings out, hitting the wall far enough away from you that you don't immediately piss yourself, but it's still a gunshot, so you still jump away with a screech.

You fall into the wall, dropping your bag, and scramble on your ass towards the main street. By the time you've gotten your bearings, Nat's straddled the mugger, gun kicked far into the alley and is midway through her third punch into the guy's face.

"Nat," you gasp out, pulse racing, throbbing, really, in your temple, "Nat!"

Your cries fall on deaf ears. She's still giving this guy hell, questioning him in a tone so cold you're glad you never have to face her for real. She seems to be under the impression that he's a neo-Nazi terrorist or something.

Quickly, you crawl over, scuffing your knees on the sidewalk, and place a hand on her back. She stills, still glowering down at the crumpled mugger beneath her. But then you put your other hand on her back, and you slide them onto her shoulders, and you cling on with a shuddering sigh.

She feels safe. She feels warm and solid and real. It hadn't felt real these past few minutes, you realize belatedly, and you cling on tighter. Suddenly, there are tears in your eyes. You feel a bit stupid for them since this is something that happens every day in the city, and Nat's faced worse, and here you are, about to sob your eyes out.

In relief, though. Relief. Sweet relief in the arms of your equally shaken up girlfriend.

She plants a hand on the guy's head, forcing his nose into the cement, and slips her free arm around your hiccupping shoulders.

"It's okay," she murmurs into your hair, a strangled note to her voice. "I'm here. It's okay."

"He-He was just mugging me," you manage, stilted, and so very much in love with Nat. Acutely aware of your love for her when you feel her relax and then stiffen up and then relax again once she's registered what you said. You keep blubbering on: "You crossed four blocks in as many minutes because I was getting mugged."

"Well." She sniffs, pressing him harder into the ground and disregarding his pained moan. "Yes."

"I love you," you say around a ragged breath. Your tears are subsiding.

Nat stiffly pats your back and glances down at him. "Yes."

"You should probably call off whatever national security agency you contacted," you say after a moment.

Both of you pay the mugger's squawk no mind. Nat just nods and says, again, "Yes." She releases you to pull her phone out of her pocket, face entirely unreadable, as she does as told. "You should also apologize to Carol."

"Me?" You make a face. Shuffle closer on your knees. "Why?"

"She, uh," Nat starts, then stops with a grimace. Rolls her eyes. "There's a war happening. Like, a few galaxies away."

"Galaxies," you repeat.

"Yeah. She's probably halfway here already."

"Galaxies."

"Yeah, baby," she says into her phone as she taps away. "She says that she's glad that you're all right, but you owe her a round of drinks."

You yank her arms closer to you--or, rather, she lets you pull her phone to your face. "She says you owe her drinks."

"We owe her drinks; that's what I said," Nat says. Finally, you see the wobble of her lips. Up and down, and up again. "You... You're okay?"

You smile softly, wiping the dampness from your cheeks. "Yeah. What about you, honey?"

Nat just nods. Then, she looks down at the guy under her and gets up with an out of place grace. He instantly tries to get up and run, but Nat just steps on his back, and he goes down again.

You pry your AirPods case out of his grip and get to your feet to pick up your bag. You put your stuff back in and shuffle back to Nat, who's palming her forehead and staring at the sky.

You curl your fingers around her tense forearm, rubbing a thumb into her skin until she turns to look at you.

"I love you," you repeat.

Nat lets her lips slant upward, and she cups your cheek. "Me too. About you."

You lean into her, nosing at her shoulder with a sigh. "How did you even get here?"

Nat lets out a breathy laugh. "Breaking and entering, and parkour on top of rooftops."

"Thank you," you say after a beat.

She shakes her head, hand pressing harder into your face. "Don't thank me."

"This is, like, cute and romantic, but I think you broke my ribs and my nose," says the mugger who has since dragged himself up to sprawl against the dumpster.

"Shut up," Nat snaps. "You should be glad I didn't break more."

He huffs and crosses his arms.

You wrap your arms around Nat's waist, smiling widely into her jacket. Nat can tell, of course, because she always knows. She tangles her hands in your hair, cradling you close to her chest, as fond of you as you are of her.

"Oh," you remember suddenly, "I got you a sandwich."

The cops find the three of you like this: Nat munching on a club sandwich with you draped over her side and the mugger looking awfully put out opposite you guys.

That night, and in the days following, Nat refuses to let you leave her sight. Very awkward to wash your hands in front of the bathroom line that had all seen a stoic Nat barge her way into your stall. You wouldn't change a single thing about it.

Gentleness

Soft!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Fluff, Natasha gets a migraine and tries to hide it. Based on a lovely request.

Natasha was definitely sick. You noticed in the morning, but you were wise enough now not to point it out.

When she could barely keep her eyes open during lunch, Natasha finally admitted that she had a headache. 

You rubbed small circles on Natasha’s back, filled with quiet concern as her shoulders hunched forward with discomfort. 

You didn’t correct her, but you knew it wasn’t just a headache. 

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📖📖 with Nat?

Honey Pots and Feathers.

Child!Natasha Romanoff & Pooh Bear!Reader (I can't believe I wrote this either)

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: I chose Winnie the Pooh AU. The headcanon is that Natasha watches a Winnie the Pooh Cartoon as part of her Red Room conditioning and The Hundred Acre Woods becomes her safe place.

This is either ridiculous or it's lowkey angst, who knows. References to Red Room abuse.

Days were hard to remember sometimes. Pooh liked to think that the days when he ate the most honey were the Very Best of Days. Piglet disagreed, he said that the days when he found fresh acorns were always the Very Best of Days. He said it was nice to have one less worry.

Pooh politely told Piglet that when he found fresh honey he would eat it that very day.

That night, Pooh found he couldn’t sleep. He felt sorry for Piglet. Pooh decided he wouldn’t be in a hurry to eat acorns either. He planned to suggest a new rissupay to Piglet.

Natasha had told them all about rissupays the last time she had visited. Natasha had been hungry and her stomach had rumbled. Piglet had offered her an acorn, but she declined. Natasha told them that she didn’t know any rissupays for acorns.

Pooh asked about rissupays because his tummy was always growling and he liked the idea of turning acorns into something nicer. Like honey, perhaps.

Natasha had led them along the path to Eeyore’s as she explained about rissupays. She said it was like magic. Add a little bit of thisandthat and suddenly food became much nicer. Pooh didn’t know where one could find thisandthat, but he had started keeping an eye out just in case.

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The next morning, Pooh decided he would indulge in a little honey for his breakfast. He got his paws quite sticky, but he didn’t let it phase him. Tigger bounced in just as the jar of honey was getting much lighter.

“The news is that Natasha will be coming to see us soon.” Tigger told Pooh with an extra bounce.

‘Oh, that’s wonderful news.” Pooh patted his tummy with delight. Everyone loved Natasha. She was clever and funny and often said the nicest things.

Tigger bounced away just when Piglet arrived.

‘Good morning Pooh.’ Piglet said. ‘Did you hear the good news?’

Pooh informed Piglet that he had. Piglet told Pooh that he was going to give Natasha a gift when she got here. Natasha didn’t have as many things as other children. She told them that she didn’t mind though. Natasha was happy to have such good friends.

Pooh liked that he was one of her friends. He decided Piglet had had a Very Good Idea. He decided that he would give Natasha a jar of honey.

Pooh thought that honey might be very important for Natasha’s rissupays.

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That afternoon, after a spot of lunchtime honey, Pooh and Piglet wandered along the path to Rabbit’s House.

When they got there, Natasha was already sitting on her tree stump. There was an assortment of gifts at her feet.

When she saw Pooh, Natasha waved. Pooh waved back. His paw got stuck to his fur and he realised that he hadn’t Cleaned Up Properly after lunch. But, that was okay because Natasha wouldn’t mind.

Natasha was sitting with Kanga and Roo. Natasha had a bruise on her face and Kanga was telling her about how brave she was.

Pooh and Piglet sat next to Natasha on the tree stump. Pooh listened respectfully and patiently because being brave was very important.

Natasha gave Pooh and Piglet one of her Big Bright Smiles. She showed them the feather that was resting behind her ear. Natasha’s hair was red and she liked to keep it braided. Sometimes, when she could visit for a little while, Natasha would braid Eeyore’s hair too.

Eeyore didn’t usually like anything, but he liked Natasha's braids. Natasha was very talented and smart. That was why she was sometimes too busy to visit.

Piglet gave her his special present. He’d made her an acorn necklace. Natasha said it was the prettiest joolery that she had ever been allowed to wear.

Pooh stayed quiet. He was thinking now that he had brought quite a big jar of honey. He wondered if so much honey might actually make Natasha feel ill.

Tigger bounced into the clearing then. Rabbit rolled his eyes. Tigger told them all that he’d thought of a song on his travels. Natasha was very excited to hear it.

So was Pooh, although he wasn’t very good at remembering songs. Neither was Tigger unfortunately. All he could remember was that it had been about Natasha and the scary Heffalumps.

Natasha had been very brave the last time she had visited. Pooh had told her about the scary Heffalumps that lived in the darkest part of the forest. Natasha had found a sharp stick and walked into the forest all by herself.

She told them that Heffalumps were not as scary as the Big Bad Man. Piglet had started trembling. He’d asked if they also lived in the darkest part of the forest.

Natasha said that the Big Bad Man was only scary for her. That was when Piglet had offered her some of his acorns.

Pooh remembered this and he asked Natasha about the Big Bad Man. He asked if she’d tried a sharp stick.

Natasha started to cry and Pooh felt very sad. Natasha said that it felt a little bit good to cry because it wasn’t something she normally got to do. She told them the Big Bad Man was still there and that she was still scared of him. The Hundred Acre Woods became very silent all of a sudden.

Natasha said that there were other Big Bad Adults too. Kanga held Natasha’s hand when she talked about it and that made Natasha cry again. Pooh tried not to feel too sad because he knew that Natasha wanted to cry a little bit.

Natasha said that the Big Bad Adults wanted every day to be a Very Good Day. But, sometimes, that was very hard for Natasha to do.

Piglet asked if she had to find acorns for them.

Natasha shook her head. She said she had lots of Rissponzebillytees. No one knew what that word meant, except Owl.

Owl said that it meant that Natasha had little problems that she carried around in her pocket. Natasha said that was close enough.

Natasha said that it was hard because sometimes when she didn’t have a Very Good Day, she had to have a Very Bad Day.

Pooh asked worriedly if Very Bad Days meant hardly any honey.

Natasha looked even sadder then, and Pooh thought she looked like Eeyore when he’d had his surprise party. She said that Very Bad Days meant no food at all.

Suddenly, Pooh felt very sorry for keeping his present to himself.

He gave the big jar of honey to Natasha. Natasha gave him a big hug in return. She told him that he was the Best Bear in the Whole World.

Pooh didn’t know how big the Whole World was, but he knew it was much bigger than the Hundred Acre Woods.

Pooh told Natasha that she was very brave. He told her that every day he got to spend with Natasha was one of his Very Best Days.

Natasha told them all that she was very happy to have them as friends. She gave Kanga a special smile because Kanga had made her feel brave again.

She opened the jar of honey and tried a little piece.

Pooh asked if she thought it was the best honey. He was quite sure that it was. For the first time ever, Pooh didn’t wish that he was having a morsel of it too.

Natasha shook her head after a moment.

‘No.’ She told them sadly. ‘Pretend food doesn't taste the same.’

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Triple Threat

Summary: Three friends, one bet and two idiots in love. What could go wrong?

Natasha Romanoff x Super Soldier Fem Reader

Word Count: 5K

A/N: My first NatxReader fic ever. Hope you enjoy <3 

“Do you think she’s single?”

The girls look in your direction, not even bothering to pretend they’re actually working out at the Tower’s gym. Oblivious to their conversation and with your headphones in place, you keep the pace on the treadmill, pushing yourself to the limit.

“Don’t know, Minds. I just want her to use me for a night”, the blonde interjects.

“Keeping it classy, Lindsay” 

“I don’t think she’s dating anyone. We would have heard by now”, another girl comes behind them and the three share a conspiratory look. “Honestly, I almost asked her out when we were shooting that promo video for the animal shelter. Watching her hold a puppy made me ovulate”

“You should have” Lindsay says. “You missed your chance and now I’m gonna do it”

“Nu-uh, I called dibs”

“No one did, Kate” Mindy rolls her eyes.

“Alright, let’s all ask her out, see who gets a date”

“What if she says yes to all of us?”

“I don’t mind sharing” Lindsay winks at her friends. “Now, rock paper scissors to decide which one goes first”

Too engrossed in their argument, the friends never noticed Natasha Romanoff. The spy threw a hard kick at the punching bag and left the gym, deciding that if she had to endure another second listening to that stupid conversation she was gonna kill all three of them.

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Part of Me

Scarlett Johansson x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 5Kish

A/N: Ngl, this is a fic I update sometimes on Wattpad and thought it’d be good to cross post maybe. It’s very much just one I plan to write for fun.

Chapter 1

You'd taken the DNA test to find out more about your ancestry. You didn't expect to find out more about your parentage.

There was a maternal match. It wasn't your mother. You stared at the account trying to guess who they could be. She was listed as only SJ, no other information was provided.

You hadn't known what to do, not for those first few days. You couldn't look the woman you'd thought was your mom in the eye. She'd lied to you. You were old enough to know, you should have been told. There'd always been this pressure for you to fit in better with the family. You stayed silent as the resentment filled you.

The words caught in your throat. At night you'd stare at the initials that hid your biological mother. You wondered why she was on the website.

It was three days until something happened.

You woke up to an email. An account related to you had reached out. It was your mother. You'd scrambled through the email, hitting the embedded link hurriedly.

'Hi.' The message opened. Your attention caught on the first word and your heart pounded. It was your mom's words.

'I've always hoped that I'd have the opportunity to write this. I want to say that I love you. That I always have. I''d like to get to know you better, if you want that too? - Scarlett'

You couldn't breathe, your eyes read the words over and over again. She loved you. You thought of the family around you that had never loved you quite right. You felt your heart fill with the hope that this was the reason why.

You mouthed her name silently to yourself, trying to decide if it sounded strange or familiar.

You went to school reluctantly, too distracted to focus on anything said during classes. You read the message over and over again, trying to believe it.

When the last school bell rung, you dawdled on the steps outside and sent a reply. You'd been trying to plan the best response all day, still you sounded awkward.

'Thank you. I want that more than anything - Y/N.'

You checked your phone again when you were back home. Scarlett's response was already sitting in your inbox.

'Would you like to call?' The message asked, along with a phone number.

Suddenly, everything felt very real.

You told her yes and arranged to call that evening. You were more withdrawn than ever that evening, no one in the house noticed. For once, you didn't care. All you could think about was the call.

At the agreed time, you typed in the phone number. The option to video call appeared. You pressed it. You wanted, more than anything to see what your mom looked like.

You felt your heart in your mouth as the phone dialled. The image cleared and your jaw dropped at the woman on the other end of the call.

You knew her. SJ flashed through your mind as you recognised Scarlett Johansson. She didn't look like you'd ever seen her.

Her hair was dirty blonde and tied back in a loose ponytail. She was wearing rounded glasses and seemed to be sitting in a home office. Her jumper was stripy.

The same strange and familiar feeling settled over you. Your Mom was one of the most famous people in the world and she looked so friendly.

Her smile was wide when she took in your face. You felt shy immediately, you'd been so excited to see your mom, you'd forgotten that she'd want to see you.

"Hi." She greeted you softly with a small wave.

You found yourself waving back, feeling so much younger than you had in years.

"I didn't expect a video call." She said casually. "But I always wanted to know what you look like." There was a pause and you watched Scarlett hesitantly through the screen.

"You're famous.' You mumbled unthinkingly. Even through the screen, you could feel Scarlett's discomfort.

"I am." She agreed carefully. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." You rushed out, feeling suddenly very awkward. "It's just I've been watching you my whole life and I didn't realise."

Scarlett's smile was small and sad, but it was still there.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long." She said quietly, voice nearly lost in the crackling static.

"Why didn't you?" You asked, feeling suddenly defensive. You realised abruptly, that in all your excitement, you'd forgotten the truth of it. Scarlett hadn't wanted you. She'd given you up.

Scarlett told you that she'd followed legal advice during the adoption. She'd been advised to have an entirely closed adoption. The risk of the story being leaked to the press was too high. She'd felt pressured by her own management team, by people around her.

It had been a year after your birth that she'd been in a place to reconsider what had happened. She told you that all she could think about was how much she loved you. That she had missed you more than anything.

There had been no legal option for her to find you. No way to reverse the decision that had been made.

Maybe it was because she was your mom, but you trusted Scarlett already. You told her that you'd never been told that you were adopted. Scarlett's face flashed with frustration and pain.

"You were meant to know." She told you and her fingers played with her necklace as she spoke. "You were supposed to have the choice to contact me, if you ever wanted to."

"I would have." You admitted, feeling sudden tears in your eyes.

Scarlett closed her eyes for a second and she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I want to know you." She said directly. "I want to be as much a mom as you'll let me be."

You smiled. You realised that Scarlett already made you feel loved. You started crying properly, the feeling of happiness and warmth was sudden and overwhelming.

"I want that too." You repeated, and Scarlett's smile was brighter than anything you'd ever seen.

Scarlett's daughter called out from the other room, her head turned automatically. She looked back to you a second later. A look of guilt flashed over her face and you knew she needed to go.

"It's okay." You assured her, the happy feeling was unrelenting now. "Maybe we can talk more?"

'Are you on your summer break?" Scarlett asked suddenly and you realised just how much she meant what she'd said.

"This is my last week." You confirmed, not daring to believe what you thought she might ask.

"Visit?" Scarlett implored and her fingers played nervously with her necklace again. "Any time you want. I'll arrange the travel, everything."

You nodded, not sure what to say. It seemed like an impossible dream.

"I can't believe I found you." Scarlett mumbled to herself before the call ended.

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You slept well that night. You didn't quite feel like yourself. The call felt so unreal that you checked your call log just to see the number. You saved her as a contact, you left it under her initials as SJ.

Scarlett had sent you a kind text that you read the next morning. She wrote her messages like formal emails. She'd asked you to tell her about yourself. You told her that you didn't know what to say.

Her reply was fast and filled with suggestions. You spent the day answering the most mundane questions from your mom. She wanted to know your favourite everything. Colour, animal, school subject.

You asked about her day too. The reality that you were texting a famous actress was even more disorientating. She described her day with obvious disinterest. Meeting with a director, call with her agent, picking up her daughter from a playdate, meeting with Marvel executives.

She asked you cautiously about your family and you told her how things were. She didn't tell you that she was concerned, but you could feel it in the follow up questions that she asked.

You were back at home when Scarlett finally asked what you knew she'd been wanting to ask all day. When would you tell them that you'd found her? You explained that you knew how upset they'd be. That you didn't think you could stay here if you told them.

Your phone rang instantly. It was a voice call from Scarlett and you picked up. You hated answering calls as a rule and you found yourself mumbling a hello.

"Hi honey." Scarlett said softly, obviously thrown by your clear nerves. She asked more about your family, if there were reasons that you were scared. You found your voice grew stronger the more you told her. It felt good to finally tell someone how difficult it was to get along with your family.

Scarlett promised you that you would always have a home with her.

"What about school?" You asked, not believing that she'd thought this through. You didn't think she could really want a near stranger living in her house.

"It's nearly summer vacation." Scarlett reminded you. She told you that it might all be okay with your parents, but she was here if you needed. That everything would work out either way. You realised then, that she was talking like a real mom.

"Okay." You said. "I'm going to tell them now, before I chicken out." You hung up before you could think about it for too long.

You told your family. It was even worse than you'd expected. Voices were raised. You were given the ultimatum. To stop talking to Scarlett or leave. You remembered what Scarlett had said. You remembered that warm feeling of having a mom that you trusted so easily. You didn't have that here.

They were telling you to apologise when they were the ones in the wrong. They had hidden who you were. You told them that you had every right to speak to Scarlett. They stuck to the ultimatum. You were told to leave.

You went back to your room. You texted Scarlett. You told her what had happened. You were crying as you wrote it and you knew she could sense your tone.

"I can't stay here." You typed.

"Pack a bag." She replied immediately. "I'll book a flight."

You packed in a rush, unable to process the stinging abandonment of what had just happened. Scarlett called you ten minutes later. She told you that she was going to send you the flight information. She explained that there'd be a taxi at your front door in twenty minutes.

She checked if you were sure. You told her that you were, your voice sounded hoarse from the crying and shouting. Scarlett told you that she loved you. The words caught in your throat.

The taxi arrived exactly as expected. Your mother looked thrown as you headed for the door. She tried to block it, she told you the ultimatum wasn't real. You asked her if she loved you like you were her real daughter. She hesitated. You moved her arm out of the way and found the taxi.

You couldn't get her hesitation out of your head as you drove to the airport. You couldn't stop crying. You looked terrible as you went through security. You realised that Scarlett had called ahead. There was a member of staff guiding you through everything. They looked very sympathetic. You were young and couldn't stop crying. You realised that it must look like someone had died.

You sat in first class on the plane and it felt bizarre. You plugged in your earphones and tried to block out everything. You couldn't process what was happening. You should be sleeping. You should have school the next day. You realised how abrupt your absence would seem. You didn't care.

Even exhausted on the plane, you felt excitement start to build. You were going to meet your mom soon. You didn't know how that could be real.

The plane landed and you were guided again through the checks. Suddenly, you were standing alone with your small bag in an empty part of the airport. You'd been guided into a small room. It didn't feel like the official Arrivals area. Nerves and anticipation seized you as you realised why you'd been directed to a private room.

The door at the far end opened and Scarlett walked through. The silence in the room was unbearable. Scarlett hurried forward. Her eyes ran over you with a kind of desperation. She moved faster. You took a step forwards too.

Her arms opened and you fell into her embrace. Scarlett's arms tightened around you and you felt safe. Your breath hitched as you tried not to cry. You felt like she was family. Scarlett kissed the top of your head.

This time you didn't hesitate.

"I love you." You mumbled out against her top. Scarlett's arms tightened even more.

"I love you too." She answered, voice thick with emotion and happiness. "Everything is going to be okay."

When you broke apart, she picked up your bag and her other arm moved protectively around your shoulder.

"Let's go home." She said as she began to lead you out of the airport. You leaned against her side automatically.

Everything still felt like a dream, but as you slipped into the passenger seat of the car, you realised that this was your new life. You didn't know what was going to happen. Scarlett closed her eyes before she started driving and let out a long breath.

You realised that this felt like a dream for her too.

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Chapter 2

It was still dark when you arrived at Scarlett's house. She lived within a gated community and you shrank back automatically in your seat as she drove past houses larger than any you'd ever seen before.

Neither of you were talking and the atmosphere felt awkward. She pulled into her driveway and turned off the car's engine. Scarlett turned to you and there was a long moment of silence. Your breathing felt too loud and you looked away in embarrassment.

Scarlett cleared her throat nervously. "We should head inside.' She mumbled and you nodded. You couldn't help the discomfort that was rising inside you. You wanted to trust her. She was your Mom. 

Still, this was a woman who had abandoned you once. An alarm bell rang quietly in your head, reminding you to stay guarded. You followed Scarlett to her front door.

Before she could turn her key in the lock, the door opened from the inside. The man standing there seemed friendly, his smile was polite. He was clearly expecting you both.

'This is Colin.' Scarlett informed you awkwardly and you tried to meet his smile. The weirdness of meeting such a welcoming stranger washed over you. Suddenly, it felt hard to breathe. You tried not to let it show on your face.

'It's nice to meet you.' Colin told you simply and you nodded silently. His arm slipped around Scarlett's waist as you both entered the house. He took your bag from Scarlett and kissed her cheek.

The prickling strangeness of everything kept creeping over your skin. The orange glow from the hallway window told you that dawn had just broken. 

You tried not to let your disorientation overwhelm you. It was natural for you to feel like this, so much had happened.

The awkward silence fell between you again as you lingered in the entrance. Colin seemed most aware of it. When Scarlett didn't say anything, he spoke again.

'You must be tired?' He asked. 'We can show you your room.'

You nodded again, your voice was caught in your throat. Scarlett looked nervous or uncomfortable, you couldn't tell which. You wondered if she was regretting inviting you here. 

Tears burned suddenly in your eyes, you fought hard not to let them fall.

The house was obviously beautiful, your head swivelled around as you followed them up the large wooden staircase. 

You walked along the next hallway thinking that this was easily the biggest house that you'd ever been in. 

You paused curiously when you passed by a very pink bedroom with its door ajar.

Scarlett caught your hesitation.

'Rose is staying with her Dad for the week.' She informed you, scanning your expression clearly to read your reaction. 'He had some work in the US.'

You kept your face purposefully neutral and nodded again. A tight and tangling knot started to build in your stomach. You had a sister, a half sister technically, but still a sister. You were too scared to ask if you'd be allowed to meet her.

You weren't even sure if you were going to be kept a secret from everyone, or just the public. You tried to be logical. It was understandable if Scarlett didn't want to tell anyone, her privacy wasn't always in her control.

Every time that Scarlett looked at you, you felt the shooting awareness that she was famous. You'd seen her on-screen countless times. 

You kept your mouth tightly shut as Colin led you into the room two doors down from Rose's bedroom. It was clean and bright, the bedspread was blue. The wooden furniture fit well with the rest of the house. 

It was a perfectly designed guest room. You realised that was exactly what this felt like. Scarlett and Colin felt like perfectly polite hosts. This wasn't anything like family. Not yet.

'Thank you.' You forced yourself to say. Your voice was embarrassingly small. You felt just as small yourself.

When you were finally on your own, you sank down onto the bed. You stared blankly at your bag, where Colin had left it in the corner. It felt like you'd been picked out of your life and dropped into a new one.

You kicked off your shoes and lay back against the pillows. You stared up at the ceiling. You'd been left to get some sleep before lunch, but that felt impossible.

Feelings conflicted inside you. 

Unspeakable was the anger and resentment that lingered just below the surface. You thought about the pink bedroom you'd seen. You imagined Scarlett hanging up the fairy lights around the window herself. Scarlett had chosen to keep Rose, but not you.

You tried to remember that it wasn't that simple, but as tears clouded your vision, they also clouded your thoughts.

The other feeling was the strangest of all. Despite your unexpected arrival here, more than anything in the world, you just wanted Scarlett to like you. You wanted to stay. 

This house was beautiful. Colin's arm around Scarlett's waist seemed perfectly simple. Rose's mom clearly loved her. 

There was a working family here, you didn't want to be the ugly blot that ruined it.

You wanted Scarlett to want you too. It wasn't hard to guess why the feeling clawed at your chest. She'd chosen not to keep you once before.

Eventually, your eyes closed and you fell into a half-sleep, fuelled by your exhaustion from the night of travel. You weren't quite unconscious but you still bolted upright when you heard the quiet knock on your door.

You felt flushed as you hurried down the stairs a few minutes later.

You followed the smell of chicken through to the kitchen. Scarlett was alone, sending you a nervous smile as you entered. Her hair was tied up, but loose strands framed her face easily. She'd clearly been in charge of the cooking, the oven mitts were next to her on the kitchen counter.

'Hungry?' She breathed out in a rush.

'Sure.' You affirmed, trying to ease her nerves with a calmness of your own. You moved forward, sliding into the closest chair at the large oak kitchen table.

There was a large casserole dish set in the middle of the table. It looked like chicken parmesan.

Scarlett placed an empty plate in front of you as she sat in the seat opposite you. As she sat down, she anxiously tucked the loose strands behind her ears.

You caught her next moment of hesitation and realised she didn't know if she should serve for you. 

You moved forward to help yourself to the chicken, wordlessly answering her question.

It was understandable that Scarlett was confused, she was used to eating with a six year old.

'Where's Colin?' You asked quietly, still not sure if it was your place to ask. They were clearly together, but it hadn't been officially introduced to you.

'He went to work.' Scarlett replied and the answer was so obvious that you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You kept your eyes on your plate, feeling too shy to speak to your own mom.

Scarlett made an attempt after a few minutes of quiet eating.

'Did you sleep well?' She asked you. You swallowed a bite of chicken and gave a nod.

'Yes, thank you.' You answered politely. It felt so ridiculous. You had so many questions burning inside you. You just didn't know how to ask.

The silence fell again and this time it was nearly unbearable. Your mouth was dry and it became hard to finish the meal.

'I cook when I'm stressed.' Scarlett confessed randomly and your head snapped up to look at her. She looked vulnerable as she spoke and you couldn't look away.

'I was so nervous to meet you.' Scarlett paused. 'I still am.' She added with a small smile.

You matched her small smile and the tightness around your chest released.

'Me too.' You whispered shyly.

'Right.' Scarlett agreed with a nod. 'There's so much I want to say, but I don't know where to start.'

'Yes.' You agreed with a fervent nod. Strange spikes of happiness started to run through you. It felt relieving to be seen and understood, you hadn't been expecting it.

'Why don't we ask each other questions.' Scarlett suggested softly. 'Let's just get it in the open.'

You nodded as you chewed on another piece of chicken.

'You first.' Scarlett prompted immediately, putting her fork down.

You swallowed, feeling suddenly put on the spot. Without thinking, the words fell out of your mouth.

'Who's my dad?' You asked bluntly.

The words hung horribly in the room.

Scarlett's expression fell suddenly. Her careful smile morphed into a pained expression. She blinked twice. You watched her lips press together tightly. She looked like she was desperately trying to think of something to say.

Regret rushed through you.

'You don't have to answer that.' You hurried out, hating that you could cause that much pain without meaning to. You took a deep breath.

'Can I ask my question again?' You checked. Scarlett nodded, clearly trying hard to cover the abrupt pain that your question had caused.

'Is he someone I should know?' You asked instead, shifting another piece of food around your plate with your fork.

Scarlett shook her head immediately.

'No.' She whispered.

'Okay.' You affirmed determinedly. 'That's all I need to know.'

"Are you sure?' Scarlett checked, and you heard the underlying insecurity in her tone.

'Yes.' You said, smiling carefully at her. You couldn't help your small shrug.

"I trust you.' You explained simply.

It was as if your words shone sunlight onto Scarlett. She broke into a sudden, soft smile.

'You do?' She asked with barely concealed surprise. Her eyes scanned yours carefully.

'Yeah. I moved in with you, didn't I?' You replied with a silly grin. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you said the words out loud.

Scarlett's hand jerked out across the table on impulse. She took your free hand in hers. Her hand was warm, her thumb rubbed along the back of your hand. The same feeling of safety from the airport rushed through you.

'I'm so glad you did.' Scarlett assured you.

You squeezed her hand silently, feeling overwhelmed.

'Living room is through there.' Scarlett said after a moment and there was something much more sure in her tone. She sounded unquestionably like a mom. 'Go watch something on TV and we can keep talking in a bit.'

You found yourself shaking your head.

'Let me help clear up?' You asked instead, gesturing at the dishes.

'If you're sure?' Scarlett checked as she stood up.

Together, you brought the dishes over to the counter. You started filling up the dishwasher in a peaceful kind of silence.

It felt good to be useful. It felt good to work away that lingering feeling of being a burden.

'What's the plan for the rest of the day?' You asked as you walked together through to the living room, ten minutes later.

Scarlett moved to the large green sofa and sat down readily. Her feet slipped up onto the edge of the coffee table. She patted the space next to her and you sat down obediently. 

You kept your hands in your lap, still painfully aware that this wasn't really your house.

'There's no plan.' Scarlett answered with a small shrug. There was something about her gesture that made your heart jump. Even if she didn't quite feel like your mom yet, Scarlett was definitely feeling like a good friend already.

You took a breath and curled your feet up on the sofa. Even if you were just pretending that this was home, it still felt good to pretend.

'It's your turn to ask a question.' You prompted.

'Right.' Scarlett nodded as she leaned over to the iPod dock on the side table next to her. 

Folk music that you didn't recognise, filled the room.

You snorted with laughter and Scarlett turned immediately to face you.

'What?' She asked in confusion.

'Nothing.' You answered with a grin. 'iPods are just a bit retro.'

Scarlett rolled her eyes.

'It still works and it has all my music on it.' She protested and her defensiveness made you giggle.

Maybe it was from the hysteria of the day, but once you started laughing, it was nearly impossible to stop.

Scarlett stuck out her tongue as you held your side trying to repress the laughter.

'Your question.' You gasped out, ready to move on from the desperate urge to keep giggling. You definitely hadn't had enough sleep for the day you were having.

Scarlett looked thoughtfully at the blank TV and you gave her the silence to word her question. The mood of the room shifted to something more serious and you tried to prepare yourself for what she might ask.

'Do you understand that I always wanted you?' Scarlett asked hoarsely, her voice breaking as she spoke.

Her eyes met yours with an electric kind of intensity and you felt the world stop for a moment.

'It was just circumstance.' Scarlett whispered and you saw the ghosts of past things flicker across her eyes. 'It was never because of you.'

A lump caught in your throat and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure you did understand. 

Noone had ever wanted you that completely before.

Wordlessly, Scarlett shifted on the sofa. Her arms opened and you shuffled over into her offered hug. She held you close to her and you sank into the feeling.

All the worries and fears dissipated for a moment. 

It was all worth it. Everything was worth it if you were going to get a mom who wanted you like this.

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She’s Everything

Soft!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Based on a lovely request. Please enjoy some fluff. Based on song of the same name.

Not all secrets are intentional. 

It hadn’t made sense to tell the others when you’d started dating Natasha. Things felt tentative anyway. 

There was a softness with Natasha that you’d only guessed at before. 

She was hesitant before every date.

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She knocked on your door before the first one. 

You were going to the cinema, Natasha had invited you over text. It was more than friendship, but you weren’t quite sure what else it could be yet.

Natasha met your gaze when you opened your door. She smiled nervously and you realised that this was the side of her that she didn’t normally share.

Her hands were buried deep in her jacket’s pockets and, when you told her that she looked great, she glanced shyly at the ground.

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The First Fall of Snow

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A/N: Based on a request for Reader to be a new Avenger that Natasha mentors. Reader has ability to read people’s intentions. 

Word Count: 1.8K

‘Downstairs in ten minutes.” Natasha walked right past you with her matter of fact greeting. You held your tongue, but your gaze caught Tony’s knowing one. You rolled your eyes, every morning was the same.

You kept quiet as you stood up from the breakfast table. Your muscles ached with anticipation for the exhausting sparring match.

 It was just a regular Tuesday.

You never thought you’d be used to such a rigorous regime.

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hiiii <3 i think i’m obsessed w your mediocre gf nat fics js, i’ve re read them all many times, they’re so great- anyway ily good job :)

also wondering would mediocre gf nat ever ever get soft w her gf? cause whenever she is i imagine her gf being like ‘are you feeling okay?’ lmao

hey thank u! ilyt i think im going to be making a mediocre gfs masterlist soon its getting huge

note: rome ants<3

The car is silent as Nat drives. Your hand hangs out the window, fingers wiggling in the cold air. The streetlights whizz by, appearing as streaks when you lean your head against the door and unfocus your eyes. The radio is turned low, and a man reports on a traffic jam in a different intersection, voice coming out low and fuzzy with static.

Nat makes an exit with fewer streetlights. The road is rough and winds down a hill.

Towards the ocean.

The car bumps over the gravel into a parking spot. You look over, tilting your head. Nat sits, staring out at the dark water, hands gripped on the wheel. You move your hand towards Nat’s leg, but she jolts into movement all of a sudden, unbuckling her seatbelt and near leaping out of the car. You scramble to follow.

Sand plumes behind her in her haste to the shoreline. You jog over her boot prints until you’re close enough to grab her elbow. Nat slows marginally—the only acknowledgement of your presence she spares on you.

She comes to an abrupt halt right before the sand is wet. She looks out towards the horizon. Or where you think the horizon is; it’s too dark to differentiate sky from sea.

“Nat?” You tug on her arm. Hold it close to your chest.

“I…” Nat blinks. Her lips twitch into a fragile smile, and she cranes her head to look over at you.

You hunch closer, wind whistling through your bodies. Her hair tickles your face. “What is it?”

“I missed you,” she admits slowly. Like she’s surprised herself with emotion. She does that sometimes.

You furrow your eyebrows, reaching a hand over to cup her cheek. “Me too. Next time you leave for a month, maybe don’t tell me over text.”

Nat’s smile widens, eyes trained on your face as if committing every detail of it to memory. She nods and whispers: “Okay.”

“And bring me a souvenir,” you go on, bumping your forehead into hers.

“Oh,” Nat says. “I did.”

“What did you get me?”

“Dental dams.”

The hand on her face shoves her away. You huff. “You’re so annoying.”

Nat laughs, hand catching your wrist easily, and she pulls you back into her body. Her arms circle your waist, and you give in, dumping your head onto her shoulder. Soaking in the warmth of her body. The warmth of her presence. Of her joy.

“Tell me it’s the flavoured kind, at least,” you mumble into her leather jacket.

“Only the best for you, baby,” she murmurs into the side of your head, leaving, along with it, a gentle kiss. “I… I, um, love you, you know?”

Your arms constrict around her waist, fists clenching around her jacket. Reminding her, physically, that you’re hers. “I know.”

“I wouldn’t leave you. Nothing could make me leave you willingly,” she continues in that same brittle voice. But it gets stronger as she goes, more vehement. “I don’t want to go sometimes. I just want to lie in bed with you. Or be lazy on the couch. I know- I mean, we’re not that type of couple, but I-” She sighs, breath fanning over your skin. “I just… I love you.”

You sink your hands into her hair, slipping your fingers through smooth strands of red, and you tug her head back so you can look into her eyes. See for herself your sincerity when you say: “I love you too.”

“Yeah,” Nat agrees quietly.

“But,” you say as you frown a little, “are you feeling okay?”

Nat goes to say something, but you smack her forehead with the back of your hand.

“You feel okay. What’s wrong with you?”

Now, she scowls and bats your arm away. “Fuck you.”

You grin, pushing your body weight further onto her. She grunts, looking very much inconvenienced by you. “Okay, but seriously, are you okay?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “I’m fucking normal.”

“No, I mean, did something happen during your mission?” You smooth your hands over the back of her neck, scratching lightly at her nape. “I worry, obviously. You peace out for a month with a bunch of guns and your superhero homies; it’s a bit scary being left behind.”

Nat’s gaze drops to the side, downward, gnawing at her lip. “Do you feel left behind?”

You dip your head down to catch her eyes again. “No.” She inhales deeply. Waits. You smile. “I know you love me even if you only say it to me like twice a year—my birthday and, like, our anniversary—because you make me feel loved. I know you try your best to keep up with me and my little life here. I know you don’t leave me behind for the hell of it. I meant it in a very literal sense. You board a plane and fly several hours to beat people up for money.”

“That’s a bit reductive,” she mutters.

“Your job description is literally classified,” you say dryly.

“Okay,” Nat says, accepting your heartfelt speech with a heaving sigh. “I was in a submarine.”

When Nat tugs your heads back together, you’re too taken aback by the lack of segue to resist.

“The way out was blocked. Water’s pouring in from a massive hole we’d blown into the side. Bodies around me. Just me.” Nat’s eyes close, and her head slants away from the water lapping up the sand. “I thought about you, then. I thought that you didn’t have a ride home from work anymore and that I couldn’t bring you junk food on the weekends. I thought that if I didn’t find a way out, no one would make you laugh like I do. Love you like me.” Her eyes squint open, a coy little smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “Y’know, fuck you like me.”

You nudge her nose with the tip of your own, chiding her for ruining the moment. Still: “Perhaps you overestimate your importance to me.”

“Oh? Do I?” she plays along, squeezing you in her arms.

But the way Nat looks right now, so close to you, is striking in a different kind of way. That’s saying something because she’s always beautiful to you, even when she’s a right mess. Her eyes, usually a light green, are dark in the night, and staunchly refuse to look away from you. Takes you in so resolutely, so tenderly. So, you sigh, pushing impossibly closer. “No,” you sigh. “You don’t.”

Nat presses her lips to yours, smiling. “Let’s go home.”

Only Nat would be this aggressive before 6am.

Captivity

Summary: The Avengers think they know the reader, but a mission gone wrong proves they really don’t

Pairing: So I wrote this as a platonic Avengers & Reader but then it could also be seen as Natasha x Reader, so read it however you’d prefer.

Word Count: 4700

A/N: I really like this one, it was fun to write at least. Also I have some fics pre-written already like this but I really have no time to write, so I’ll see how often I can, I don’t want to go through them too fast.

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You’d met Pepper at a coffee shop. It was a temporary job as a barista, but it was a bit of money while you were at college. Of course heads turned when the CEO of Stark Industries walked in, ordering a cake and two coffees. In fact, the only reason you served her was because your co-workers were too busy being star struck, whispering bets on whether Tony Stark himself would walk in later; you thought it unlikely.

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Does Nat ever take her mediocre gf to an Avengers party or does she not want her to meet her colleagues? 😂

LMAO ok so i think reader actually likes to text with the avengers, totally harmless "hows nat today" or "whens nat coming back" but refuses to tell nat anything about it just to drive nat up a wall so yeah shed def go to an avengers party w nat

notes: this is just a little pre-party primping:)

Nat's been tired lately, coming home late and exhausted and sprawling over you just to feel you squirm. But work's work, and tonight it just so happens that work means a black-tie dress code party. This means that she's dragging you along with her because she refuses to suffer alone.

Tony's ordered limos for everyone. Ludicrous, because who the hell does that. Billionaires, Nat tells you dryly when you bring it up. You point out that she's upper class too.

"I'm fiscally responsible," is her response.

"Stingy, you mean," is yours.

She does not dignify that with a response. Instead, she shuts the closet door on you and flips the lights off while you're in there.

"Mad 'cause you lost the argument," you call out after her.

"Can't hear you," comes her faraway voice. You assume she's gone into the bathroom to get changed.

You pull on your fanciest lingerie -- you never know with Nat's libido -- and pick out your outfit. You're nearly done with the getup when Nat swings the door open and sweeps out, looking gorgeous and above it all. You stare.

Nat gives you a passing glance and glides past you to the floor-length mirror, delicately sweeping a strand of hair away from her face. Her gown dips low on her back, skin creamy and smooth aside from a few raised scars you know well. Her ears are ringed with expensive golden hoops and studs. Her hair is loose for now, but she's squinting at it, lifting it this way and that, combing it out.

You reach out for her, grabby hands, whiny.

Nat sighs, and her eyes flicker to you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her painted lips. "Don't be clingy. We don't have the time for it."

"What if you stepped on me," you mutter, dumping your face into her shoulder and snagging her by the waist.

Nat scoffs. "Maybe after."

"What if we had a private party?"

"A stepping on you party?" she says dryly.

You shrug, peppering kisses along the column of her neck. "Sure. I'm down."

"You know, normal people just say: oh, you're so pretty, baby."

You tuck your smile into the slope of her shoulder. "Oh, you're so pretty, baby."

Nat turns her head, nosing at your cheek, coaxing your face towards hers. "Thanks," she murmurs, lips brushing over yours. "And I can't wait to step on you tonight."

You snort, grinning widely. "You know, normal people-"

"I think that you're literally insane and that I have four lifetimes worth of issues," she says, nudging you away from her so she can pull her hair into a bun. "But I guess you look nice."

You pretend to wipe a tear from your eye. "No one's ever said that to me before, baby. You really mean that?"

"No," she deadpans, "now piss off before I put my hands on you in an unsexy way."

"That's impossible."

Nat's eyes flicker to yours in the mirror, eyebrow raised. You smile, making to breeze by her, but you take a pitstop to drop a kiss on her cheek, which she very graciously accepts.

"I'll go pick your shoes for tonight," you call down the hall.

"No!"

You laugh.

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Sea Turtles Have Stage Fright || Natasha Romanoff

Fandom: MCU - Black Widow 2021 time period [no spoilers]

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha loves, respects and adores you. But when it comes to your sleep talking, she can't help but play along and see what you have to say.

A.N: I didn't know I was going to be trying fictober this year given my current headspace so dont be surprised if this is my only contribution this year lol. And I for sure don't even know if I'm gonna officially write for mcu cause... yeah, but I still wanted to try this! Specifically cause I was inspired and also every time I have a desire to read Natasha fics, or literally any other adult wlw x reader it's smut and I just want some fluff 😔 no disrespect to people who enjoy that ofc! Edit: and dammit, this is late. Oh well, I tried :/

Fictober Prompt: "what did I say?"

Warnings: my first [possibly only??] time writing marvel, let alone Natasha. Also Google translate, I'm so sorry Russian speakers [moya lyubov' = my love]

The trip out seemed longer this time around.

Maybe it was the fact Natasha was hardwired to wake before the asscrack of dawn and the hard-to-see roads made the drive seem like a chore— Her eyes land on the empty passenger seat like a knee-jerk response before jumping back to the road. —Or maybe it was the lack of company.

Last Natasha left you, you were half asleep in your shared queen bed, lips parted in the beginnings of a snore and your reach meeting an empty mattress. Between the two of you, you were always the heavier sleeper. Not that she minded, in situations like these — ie, a lot of time on her hands — it gave her more downtime. And there was a lot of that these days it would seem.

The rhythmic tick-tock-tick of the right turn signal overlapped the squeak of rubber being pulled across the glass with the wipers as she sat waiting. Her mind was full and racing, her heart heavy since she killed the radio going on about the Avenger's breakup. Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson still on the run — that was all she needed to know. They were safe. And all she wanted now was to forget about unpacking the groceries in the back seat and getting straight back into bed with you, crawling under the covers, and forget her troubles.

Natasha found herself wondering the same thing she often did when she found a moment alone these days; would the two of you still be able to have the life you always wanted together? Sure, you were getting to see the world but you were still in hiding after all.

The question kept her occupied the rest of the drive and to no surprise, the trailer Mason had secured for you two was still standing when she returned. Her eyes swept the area as she yanked the keys from the ignition, all the more eager to return inside. The cold was seeping through her jacket and down her neck, and the morning air smelled of dew and if she listened hard enough she could make out the sounds of the stream nearby. The trailer wasn't much warmer — the puny excuse for a backup generator did little to run everything, including the heater even in overtime — but this made the return to bed more tantalizing.

Dropping the keys and grocery bags on the counter — and doing another routine sweep of all her carefully placed silent alarms — Natasha finally gave in to temptation and headed back for the hallway. She knew she wouldn't fall back to sleep, but god, was she dead tired.

She winced internally at the creak of the door but knew better than to worry; sure enough, you were still fast asleep just as she left you. Expertly entangled in the many layers of quilts and thicken linen — your limbs woven in and out not even she could wrestle you out of — and deep in sleep. A smile crept onto her lips and she rolled her eyes, slipping off her shoes and jacket before taking a seat on her side of the bed.

How the hell had you become such an important piece of her life? She wondered fondly.

"Bedhog," she grumbled despite the smile, slipping herself under your arm and back into what she could salvage of her side of the mattress.

"Mm-hmm,"

Her brows shot up a bit in surprise and as best as she could without moving, she angled her head to get a good look at your sleeping face inches from her pillow. Had you heard her? Her little bed hog slept through just about everything.

"Wait..." you plea, your eyes still closed and your brows furrowed in a pressing manner.

Her smirk tripled in size. Oh no, this was much better than you waking.

"...no, don't." You said, growing angry at whatever force in your dreams you were facing.

Years of sharing the same bed with you and Natasha had long since accepted she would never know what to expect. Dreaming Y/n, for example, has taught her vital tidbits and life lessons like; don't put cereal in your purse, and also sea turtles have stage fright. Oh, how Nat longed for the days she could capture these moments on her phone and keep them forever. Another disadvantage to living off the grid.

"Don't what, my love?" She cooed in a voice lower than a whisper. She lovingly glid the pads of her fingertips across the back of your hand laying on her stomach, careful not to pull your too much from sleep but enough to get your attention.

"He..." you took a deep breath, one Natasha's amusement hinged on as she waited for you to continue.

Natasha didn't want to jump to conclusions but she also didn't want you to be suffering through any unpleasant dreams either. She had gotten you to talk like this before, she just needed a little more...

"He what?"

You were fighting so hard to tell her — to fight through your subconscious and relay to her whatever message you needed to about what this dastardly He was putting you through. You were growing more and more upset, your face contorting and twitching with anger and your voice tight and upset.

"He ate my birthday cake,"

A soft scowl came to her face as she brushed a stray hair from yours, tracing her knuckles down your jawline. "He didn't!"

"Mmm,"

"Who's this bastard, moya lyubov?"

You didn't answer, she had put too much in it and you were slipping back under. She waited only a moment and asked again, trying not to laugh.

"What happened, Y/n?"

Your expression hardened again, clearly distraught at the mention.

"Pope Francis ate my birthday cake,"

...Okay. That was a new one.

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You awoke to the smell of ground coffee and frying eggs; you could smell the aroma wafting in from the small kitchenette before you even opened your eyes and you knew Natasha was up. Arching your back you gave your arms and legs a long stretch, your balled fists digging into your girlfriend's pillow as you let out a yawn.

Eager to join her, you slipped out of bed and pulled on a nearby hoodie draped over a chair, making your way out. Your bare feet stuck to the cold wooden floors as you padded in, squinting against the light of day to see Natasha at the stove.

"Morning hot stuff," she quipped, flipping her eggs and taking a sip from her mug of coffee. You hummed a groggy laugh, knowing full well you looked as if you crawled out of hibernation — not far from the truth — but you knew she meant it anyway.

"Morning," you passed over her shoulder and gave a peck on the cheek before trudging over to the fridge and pulling it open for a once over. "Thanks for getting groceries,"

"Eh," she shrugged. "I couldn't go back to sleep. Gave me something to do."

You looked over your shoulder, grabbing a protein shake and closing the fridge. "I'm sorry. You should have woke me up, I would have kept you company,"

Natasha smiled down at the eggs cooking in the pan before reaching over and killing the stove, moving them to another burner as she retrieved a bowl. "Oh, no, I couldn't do that." She smirked.

You paused mid-sip, growing suspicious. You knew Natasha all too well and that shit-eating smirk meant she had something over you. "...what? What is it?"

"I didn't say anything, moya lyubov,"

Your eyes thined in a scowl. "What, Nat, just tell me,"

"But I don't want to further ruin your birthday fun,"

"Birthday? It's not my birthday--" your face dropped and you slammed the drink on the counter beside you in realization. "Oh no,"

Natasha didn't say anything, but all the confirmation you got was the loving, but knowing look of mischief in her eyes as she peered at you over her sip of coffee. It was all you needed to know. You were sleep-talking again. It always brought out a teasing side to her that you not so secretly loved. What you didn't love was the embarrassment that came with it.

"Alright, let's hear it," you sighed, folding your arms over your chest and smiling tiredly. "what did I say?"

Flashing a conceding smile, Natasha placed her steaming mug and bowl of eggs on the counter beside her before crossing the kitchen to wrap you in a harrowing embrace.

"My darling," she began. Her tone would have worried you if you weren't used to how dramatic she got when she was teasing. She wrapped her strong arms around you and tucked herself into you in a protective manner. "never again will the dastardly Pope Francis steal your birthday cake or any celebratory desserts for that matter. I will make sure of it."

You let a weak laugh, burying your face in her hug and her arms snaked further around you. You could practically see the grin widening on her face to mirror yours as the dream came back to you in bits. Pulling back, you met her gaze — her hazel green eyes full of love — and your lips met in a warm, chaste kiss.

"My hero,"

Peripheral Vision

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Disassociation, swearing, minor injuries

Word count: 1.3K

“Have you taken anything?”

You laugh dryly. “You know, people always ask me that whenever I’m too happy or too sad.” At the policeman’s expectant look, you sighed. “No, it’s just me.”

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yk when schools had to be online due to covid and lessons were conducted through zoom? heres my idea related to that:

r teasing prof!nat while nat is having a call w her students, how wld nat react?

I'm combining these, hope that's okay! <3

warnings: spanking, choking, strap on use, fingering (r receiving), edging, crying, smut 18+ only, unedited

thank you for 2.5k | nat drabbles

You and Natasha had rules. Rules that you were supposed to follow so she wasn't reprimanded for dating one of her students. One of these rules is that when you were at her house, which now was extremely often since lockdown started, you'd attend her class from a different room, preferably her bedroom. This was because she'd never teach in there and it was soundproof, so if you were to unmute nobody would even guess you were in the same house.

And you wouldn't communicate while you were in class. She still needed to be fair, she wasn't going to give you any special treatment during class hours. But the lecture today seemed to drag on longer than usual, and you were getting bored. Natasha had put the class into breakout rooms to discuss... something. All you wanted was for class to be over already.

You sighed as no one in your breakout room seemed to be interested in participating in a discussion and you silently thanked the universe. You were bored, but not enough to contribute to a class discussion.

Your mind soon started wandering to Natasha as you eyed your reflection in the mirror adjacent to the bed. Your fingers ran over the bruises on your neck, you admired them through the reflection as a smirk appeared on your face when the idea popped into your head.

You discarded the sweater you were wearing, leaving you in your underwear. You threw your laptop to the end of the bed, resting your head on your arm as you propped your ass in the air, your back arching beautifully. You snapped the picture, knowing you'd get some reaction out of Natasha.

Should I give them a show prof?

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Natasha's jaw clenched when she saw your message, her eyes locked onto her phone screen as everyone joined the main room again. You smirked when you saw her face lit up by her phone screen a second before she turned back to the class, her jaw set. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as she started lecturing again like nothing ever happened.

You huffed, tapping your chin trying to think of other ways to catch her attention. You already broke one rule, there was no point in trying to be good for the rest of the day. You made your way to the doorway, leaving your laptop on the bed, open to the lecture but on mute, so you wouldn't make any noise on her end.

You softly closed the door behind you, quietly making your way down the hallway to her office door. You knew her camera faced away from the door, the only thing visible behind her being her bookshelf. Your fingers trembled as you touched the cool metal of the door handle, it's now or never.

You twisted the knob and opened the door quietly, leaning against the doorframe and crossing your arms. A small pout made its way onto your lips, Natasha’s eyes moving towards you for a split second before she focused back on the screen, expression unwavering. She continue lecturing, your eyes narrowing as you pushed yourself off the doorframe. You took determined steps towards her table, her hands flattening against her desk in warning.

You smirked, getting on your hands and knees and crawling forward under her desk. You settled between her legs, your hands slowly running up her thighs and under her skirt. You listened to her voice, still unchanging as you continued your movements, determined to make her give you attention.

It wasn’t until you started pressing your lips against her inner thigh that her hand came down to push on your shoulder. You pressed forward against her hold, teeth grazing against her skin. She hissed mid sentence, pausing to look down at you with fire in her eyes. Both from anger and from how turned on she already was, your favorite combo.

“Sorry guys, my cat is just being extra needy today,” She pushed tow fingers past your lips and gripped your jaw, pushing you away. You had to hold back a whine, deciding instead to hollow out your cheeks and properly suck on her fingers. She spared a glance at you before taking her fingers out, moving her hand to firmly grip your jaw so hard it could form bruises. 

Your eyebrows scrunched together, you knew better than to grip her forearm, but your hands were still on her thighs, and she only hand one hand to stop you. Your hands slid over her smooth skin, gently squeezing as you continued moving up her thighs. Her grip tightened, eyes glancing down at the clock and noticing she could wrap class up without alerting anyone. 

She quickly talked about her last couple slides before finally getting to her last one, just as your fingers reached her underwear. You scooted closer to her, making her open her legs wider. 

“Let’s wrap it up here today, make sure to read the textbook chapter assigned for next week,” You knew she usually stayed after class for questions, but your didn’t feel like waiting. Your fingers pushed her underwear aside and slid through her folds, a small grin forming when you noticed how wet she already was. “I won’t be able to stay after class, my cat just got into something she wasn’t supposed to. I’ll see you guys next week.”

Natasha frantically ended the call and slammed her laptop shut, scooting away from her desk and pulling you up by your jaw, making you release a whiny moan. She turned you around and bent you over her desk, fingers hooking under the hem of your underwear before snapping it back against your skin.

“What did I tell you about not distracting Mommy while I’m at work?” Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, moving your hips back against her, longing for contact. She pulled back and gripped your hips, the hard smack echoing around the room. “Are you too much of a dumb little slut to remember the rules?”

Her fingers slid over your underwear, pushing down right where you needed her. You whimpered, moving your hands to behind your back for her to grip onto. “I just wanted to play with you, Mommy.”

“So you didn’t only forget the rules, didn’t you whore?” She grabbed your hair and pulled your body up against her chest. “You also forgot what you are.”

She pushed you back into her desk and flipped you over, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart. You reached out for her with a moan, earning a smack to both your thighs. “Hands up, and keep them there.”

“Mommy,” You whined, gripping the other edge of the bed. The position made you feel exposed, Natasha’s eyes roaming all over your body with a hunger that only added to the growing heat between your legs. The redhead towered over you, one hand cupping your heat and the other coming up to wrap around your throat.

“You’re just my little play thing,” She said, inches away from your face. Her lips trailed wet kisses down your jaw and to your neck, teeth grazing your skin and making you squirm under her. Her fingers hooked into your underwear and pulled them down your legs before moving back to where it was and slipping two fingers into you without warning. “My stupid little toy.”

She moved her fingers art an unforgiving pace, making you whine and buck your hips up into her, arms aching to reach down and touch her. You arched your back off her desk, eyes rolling to the back of your head as her thumb moved onto your clit. 

“Are you gonna cum, my sweet thing?” She asked, tugging your earlobe between her teeth. You moaned, knuckles turning white gripping onto the desk. Natasha raised her head to look at your face, bringing her free hand to tug your bra down, revealing your breasts. “You’re gonna have to ask first.”

“Please, Mommy,” You desperately squirmed under her as she pinched your nippled between her thumb and index finger. “Please let me cum, I need it.”

“Oh you need it?” She asked, slowing down and bringing tears to your eyes. She was an expert on how your body worked, knowing exactly when to curl her fingers, when to pick her pace and when to slowly bring you closer to the edge. “Should’ve though about that before you decided to break the rules, princess.”

Unfortunately, that also meant she knew all your tells. You whined as she pulled her fingers out, curling your body up when her hand came down onto your pussy. She pulled your body up against her as you let the tears fall down your cheeks, wrapping your legs around her waist and trying to grind onto her hips. 

“Please, Mommy,” You grabbed onto her face, making her look at you. She wrapped her arms around your body, soothingly rubbing her hand up and down your back. “I’ll be good, I promise, please.”

“It’s too late for that, honey,” She pouted mockingly, pecking your lips and pulling you closer. She lifted your body off her desk and started making her way into her bedroom, mocking you as you cried in frustration. She laid you down onto her bed, shoving a pillow under your hips when she turned you onto your stomach. 

Natasha moved off the bed, pulling out the silk ties from the dresser before moving back to the bed, tightly tying your hands together then to the bed. She moved behind you, spanking your ass another few times, enough to make your skin sting. 

She coated her fingers with her saliva before pushing them into you once again, moving them fast and deep. She ignored your moans and whines, pushing your face harder against the soft mattress the more you whined. 

Natasha quickly worked you to the edge, over and over again. She used almost every toy she had by the time she was satisfied with the tear stains on your cheeks and the drool sliding from the corner of your mouth. 

She had already used you to make herself cum three times, between the other million times she edged you, and you finally thought she was gonna give you what you wanted, your entire body aching and trembling under the older woman.

“Have you learned your lesson, slut?” She asked, slowing her pace as you clenched around the thick cock strapped to her hips. You were incoherent at this point, head rolling to the side as you attempted to look back at her.

“Yes, I’m sorry,” You cried, tugging on the ropes on your wrists and pushing back into her. “I won‘t do it again, I promise Mommy.”

“Good girl,” She pulled the strap out, the toy completely soaked with your arousal. She got off the bed and moved to her bathroom, returning without the strap and with a damp cloth in her hand. You whined as she cleaned you up, extremely sensitive but also desperately needing a release.

“Mommy,” You whimpered as she turned you around, kissing up your neck as if she hadn’t just edged you until you cried. 

“I know baby, you want to cum,” She said, pulling back as she tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Too bad you won’t be doing that for a week.”

blurb idea: Natasha is your momsbestfriend teaching you the wonderful pleasure of tribbing

𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

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mom’s best friend!natasha x reader

summary ➞ it’s literally just sex in a pool house, enjoy

disclaimer ➞ strong language, significant age gap (r = 20s, nat = 40s), smut, tribbing, dirty talk (praise + degradation + pet names), almost being caught, orgasm denial (?)

a/n ➞ i was writing angst and hurt my own feelings, so i wrote this + didn’t bother editing it as a form of self care. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!! comments and reblogs appreciated <3

Wet skin met the smoothed-over ceramic floor, evidence of the swim you had taken and the thin layer of sweat that had worked already worked it’s way onto your flesh.

In a fury of hungry kisses and wandering hands, Natasha had haphazardly pulled your bikini top up towards your collarbone and left the matching bottoms to hang from one of your ankles.

She payed little mind to the way your body slid across the titles, bracing one hand against the darkened grey wall behind your head to corner you between it and her own dampened body. With her other hand, she held your hip in place so that she could freely rock her cunt against your own.

She was entirely entangled into you, now, a disarray of lips and tongues and naked skin. It was becoming harder and harder to tell your limbs apart from hers - not that either of you cared too much about locating where one of you ended and the other began.

Her gaze was heavy as she watched the pure delight begin to glint in the soft edges of your features. “Oh, don’t give me those eyes, dove.” The muscles in her legs flexed excitedly when she said it.

“What’s wrong with my eyes, Ms. Romanoff?” You knew what you were doing - and she knew that you knew - watching the shiver that rolled down her spine at the formality in your words. Enjoyment etched itself into her features but she was entirely aware that you were teasing her.

Whatever sounds managed to dislodge from your lips were only swallowed by Natasha’s, including the involuntary giggle that rumbled from your chest when her swimsuit cover brushed against the skin of your stomach.

A series of whimpers followed when her knee moved to pin you impossibly closer to the floor. “Those are - shit - those are ‘fuck me?’ eyes.” She panted as her head lulled back.

You started to curl your tongue around a devilishly sarcastic ‘how fitting’ but the words were lost somewhere in the back of your throat and replaced with a vulgar moan.

She smirked at the sound, “What was that? I’m sorry, dove, I can’t hear you over all those desperate, pathetic noises.” She quipped, hand tightening around the edge of the wall.

Pleasure sparked up through your belly as her clit lashed against yours. She was greedy in her movements, mostly worried about chasing her own pleasure - which only just so happened to be your pleasure as well.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty baby?” She questioned, finally closing what little gap there was between the two of you to delve her tongue into your mouth in a messy kiss. You nodded, frantic and desperate, before tangling your hands in the back of her hair.

“Vision, sweetheart? Do you know where Natasha ran off to? I found this bottle of sauvignon blanc downstairs and I was going to open it with her.”

Natasha’s hand fell to your mouth, muffling the surprised gasp that tumbled from your lips as your mother’s voice echoed from the backyard. You met her eyes frantically as her hips slowed their movements to a stop.

“I think she went to the restroom, darling.” Your father answered from somewhere nearby.

Natasha detached herself from you completely, a smirk spreading across her face as her hand absorbed the sound of your protesting whine.

“Later, dove.” She assured as she replaced her hand with her lips and tugged her bikini bottoms back up her toned legs, “I promise I’ll make you cum later.”

we need some mediocre nat fluff now to hear us from that stab in the heart fic

gotchu baby

content warnings: nsfw i sprinkled in some porn so, as usual peak mediocrity

she brings white claw to meet ur friends<3 and youre like i set a low bar for you and youre playing limbo with it. and yet ur friends are like so impressed by her because shes an avenger and she just smirks at you over the table

you ask her why she doesnt speak russian to you regularly and shes like well u dont speak clown to me regularly? and u whack her stomach but she just pulls u in for a hug and ur like ur so annoying but u kiss her anyway

when u go for a walk w her through the park and u see an ice cream truck ur like go buy us a cone and shes like wtf why dont U buy it bitch and ur like u wear the strap, u pay the bill

shes just like :| but goes and pays for it anyway but before u can even take a bite of it, she eats the whole thing and shes like yeah look i need the energy, i burn so much of it putting up w ur ass

you rolling ur eyes: you love putting my ass up

nat: very true<3

sometimes u take naps in her office and she comes in and wakes u up and is like come eat me out under my table and ur like ??? u didnt even say hi bro tf but like ur a slut so yeah

sometimes u show up to bring her lunch so she makes a joke about how its reciprocal: she eats something and u eat something

when halloween rolls around and they have those fake decorations, u buy a bag of spiders and u find her at the gym and u throw them at her and ur like "for halloween im you, i attack people with my spider bullshit" she gets u in the ring and slams you on ur back and ur like "i still dont regret doing that" and she sits on your waist, straddling u and rolls her eyes but shes smiling fondly down at u and she kisses u and then grabs ur face and says Get the fuck out. and youre like no<3 and she says And stop visiting me at work. and youre like No<3

nat and her cock gag<3 when u dont stop irritating her she tells u to open up baby, spits in ur mouth, shoves it in, and pats ur cheek twice, says ur so much more bearable like this

when ur nice to her she'll let u braid her hair so she'll sit cross legged on the floor while netflix is on and u play w her hair and sometimes you'll yank her head back by the braid for a kiss and she doesn't say anything about it until it comes time for a spank lmao she counted.

she will show up at ur job too, hand u a wrap or a sandwich she bought for like $3 and then talk u into making out in her car or in a storage closet, every time u leave the other hanging -- either ur break is over or she has to go or smth

u send her memes about being a boomer and she says shut up and ur like ok cradle robber. she says u like me w a cane. u tell her ur looking at her respectfully bc u always respect ur elders. she dresses up as steve for Halloween and tells u its because shes dressing her age. and by steve i mean she just wears a tight shirt and flexes all the time. u have no complaints

at the pool she pushes u in and ur like I'm drowning i need mouth to mouth and she obliges because she saves lives u know<3

ok soft gfs sometimes when shes out of the country you'll call her and ur sleepy bc its weird timezones and ur like pls be safe. come back soon. and nats like side eying her coworkers bc they cannot see her emote like this so shes like "um yes i like mac n cheese" and ur like "and thats i love you in repressed russian spy right?" and shes turning around to face a wall and smiling and going "yes it is" and when she comes home u hand her a microwave mac n cheese and she kisses u at the door and u tell her so sweetly that shes washing all the dishes from the past week bc she cannot skimp out on chores and shes like sure ok but i have a lot of laundry for u to do:) don't get stuck again. Or do. i don't mind

inspired by tiktok for ur anniversary u both agree not to buy each other gifts but ur bored one day and make a macaroni frame and u put in a picture of u both and ur like Sike i got a gift for u <3 and shes panic buying shit like brand name clothes, make up, a brand new sex toy, and ur like ......nat i literally just got u this.

shes so unimpressed she says shes going to return everything u don't deserve ANYTHING but she lets u kiss her jaw and her cheek and her lips and u tell her thank u baby and ur like :) ily and shes like ok fine.

mediocre nat is really just a simp ngl

A Peaceful Death // N.R

Warning(s): implied sexual content, cursing, graphic depictions of injuries, major character death, reader can heal herself. MINORS DNI 18+

It had been two weeks since you, and Wanda had been sent on a mission. It was a simple mission to clear out a HYDRA base, that had been mostly abandoned prior to anyways. A simple in, and out mission, with no blood on anyone’s hands.

Vision had been itching to see Wanda again, and had even pressured the team into a sweet welcome home party for the both of you. He had even made Wanda’s favorite Sokovian dishes to spread out.

Now, the team sat around the common room waiting for the arrival of the two most important people for this party.

Natasha sat on the couch, nursing a beer in her hand as she watched whatever mindless sitcom Pietro had decided to watch. He made stupid comments about how this show was Wanda’s favorite, and that he only watched it for her entertainment. She would just chuckle at his nonchalant attitude, as he continued to soak up the show in front of him.

“You look good tonight.” Carol whispered over her shoulder, as she leaned over the back of the couch. She noticed the smirk across Natasha’s face as she tried to cover it up by taking a pull from her beer. “You mind letting me take it off of you later? It’s been so long since you’ve come to see me.”

Natasha shook her head at Carol’s forward words, but swept a glance across the room to see if anyone else had listened in on their conversation. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own conversations, but she still decided against responding.

Her mind traveled back to the conversation she had shared with Wanda before her departure with you, and it made her fingers clench around the glass bottle just a little too tight.

Natasha couldn’t sleep, and Wanda had caught her sneaking from Carol’s room in the early hours of the morning as she was prepping for the mission. Wanda hadn’t commented on what she saw, but Natasha knew the pieces had fallen together within the witch’s brain.

“Natasha.” Wanda said, breaking the tense silence that had settled between the two. “I can not keep your secret anymore.”

Natasha refused to answer as she soaked in the implications of Wanda’s words. She knew Wanda had caught her, but hearing it out loud was like a punch to the gut.

“Do not tell her.” We’re the only words Natasha could mutter out as her fists clenched so tight her knuckles had began to turn white.

“Does she even know you’re awake?” Wanda asked as she moved to the kitchen, knowing Natasha was hot on her heels. “Or is she still quietly sneaking around a dark room so she doesn’t wake you up for her mission prep?”

Those words stung Natasha to the core, knowing that was probably exactly what you had been doing. You were always so caring, knowing Natasha had raging insomnia to the point you’d waste hours trying to remain silent as you moved around the room doing prep work that should normally take minutes. You’d do anything to allow Natasha more time to sleep.

“You know she loves you.” Wanda added, only adding more salt to the wound she had opened within Natasha. “So, why do you do this to her?”

Natasha didn’t respond. She didn’t know how to voice the neglectful feeling in her gut telling her that sleeping with Carol behind your back had been so wrong. How does she tell Wanda that she felt she never deserved a love like the one you had offered her? Sleeping with Carol was different, Carol had just used Natasha as a play toy just to kick her out minutes after they had finished. Shit, sometimes Natasha didn’t even finish.

Carol was just a stupid asshole who used her for her body, and nothing more.

But with you, you treated Natasha as if she was a goddess, and you were the priestess who dedicated your life to praising every single curve of her body. Your eyes shined with so much love for Natasha, and every time she’d see you smile her chest would swell to the point of suffocation. You were just so caring, and so gorgeous to the point Natasha looked into your eyes, and felt she was undeserving of anything you offered to her.

“If you have not ended this little escapade with Carol by the time our two weeks is over, I’m going to tell her myself.” Wanda said.

Natasha felt herself tense at the threat, but she knew it was a necessary evil if this situation with Carol was ever going to end.

Wanda had been finished in the kitchen awhile ago, but Natasha knew Wanda was going to sit here berate her until she felt Natasha had been tortured enough. Natasha took it once again, knowing it was simply the parameters of getting caught by your best friend. She just hoped Wanda would have enough sympathy to go somewhat easy on her.

“I’ve known about this for awhile, but it’s disgusting to have it confirmed that this is actually the reality of the situation.” Wanda said.

Well there goes Natasha’s hope for Wanda to go easy. It was a stupid hope to begin with, she guessed.

“I just thought that maybe you felt tied down, and just let your mind wander a little bit.” Wanda said, her jaw was so tense Natasha was afraid she’d start breaking teeth. “But when you and Carol are together, your thoughts are just so loud. Do you know how tired I am of hearing Carol’s thoughts about how desperately she wants to be knuckle deep inside of you?”

So that’s why Wanda stopped coming to anything that involved Natasha, and Carol.

“At least you had the decency to not think about it when your girlfriend was around.” Wanda said. Natasha didn’t like the way she emphasized girlfriend.

Finally, what seemed like hours of Wanda torturing Natasha with her sharpened words, she pulled her bag over her shoulder.

“We have to get going, but remember what I said.” Wanda finished with a glare, before stomping out of the kitchen to join you on the quinjet.

After she was left alone with her thoughts, Natasha found herself staring into the bottom of three wine bottles. It was the expensive kind, the ones Tony bought to savor for precious moments the team shared. She didn’t bother to taste them, but rather to drink them as fast as her body allowed.

Then, she found herself stumbling back into your shared bedroom, all too keen on the smell of Carol against her skin.

Natasha was jostled from her thoughts the moment Steve spoke up, announcing that the quinjet had just landed. She stood up from the couch, noticing Carol come to stand next to her.

When their arms brushed together, Natasha couldn’t quell the painful burning that ran itself across her skin. She simply decided to step away, and out toward the landing zone.

“Somebody get medical!” Natasha heard Bruce as she stepped outside, noticing Sam and Bucky rush past her to renter the compound.

The sight before Natasha stopped her in her tracks. Wanda was in obvious shock as she stumbled from the quinjet covered in blood, that was presumably not her own. Tear tracks stained her cheeks, but had long been dried as shock began its heavy grip upon her.

Steve rushed past Wanda, as Vision moved to collect the woman in his arms. She fell into him weakly, her hands trembled as she gripped into him as though he was the only thing left in this world. She began to sob into his chest, the broken kind of cry that shook the core of the Avengers around to hear it.

“What’s going on?” Carol asked from next to Natasha, voicing the concern that Natasha currently could not. Bruce rushed past them, barely taking time to acknowledge they had even been standing there in the first place.

“She’s not healing.” He had told them, before rushing off back to the jet. His words had caused Natasha’s nerves to singe against her skin, and a suffocating lump to form in her throat.

What did he mean you weren’t healing? Denial began to bubble up within Natasha, as she ran to catch up with Bruce.

“What do you mean she’s not healing?” Natasha asked. “She’s took a sniper bullet for me, and healed within minutes.”

Natasha then noticed Steve emerging from the quinjet with your mutilated body within his arms, and Natasha felt the world come to a crushing halt. His T-shirt was now caked in your blood as it dripped from the open wounds across your abdomen, and she could barely even stomach the sight of one of your legs being completely gone.

Steve had placed your body on the ground, and Bruce began his examination of your wounds. They were deep, and almost all of your organs had been impaled with shrapnel. He didn’t understand why you hadn’t healed from these wounds, just as Natasha had mentioned, he had seen you take worse and treat it as if it was nothing. Why aren’t you healing now?

“What is going on?” Natasha said, although even her own words had sounded as if she was under water. Her hands trembled as she fell to her knees next to your body, and placed a palm across your chest to feel the shallow rise and fall of your breaths. She brought a hand up to your cheek, noticing how cold it felt under her palm. Natasha hadn’t even noticed she was crying until her tears had began to speckle your face.

“Come on baby, come back to me.” She said, as she struggled to breath. Her hands trailed down to the collar of what was left of your suit, gripping it within her fist in an attempt to ground herself. “God damnit Bruce, why isn’t she healing?”

Bruce opened his mouth to answer, until he was interrupted by a hand gripping aggressively to Natasha’s wrist. She looked up to see Wanda, with blood and tears streaming down her face.

“Get your hands off of her.” Wanda said through gritted teeth, and continued to squeeze mercilessly onto Natasha’s wrist until she was forced to let go.

“Wanda, calm down.” Carol said, as she stepped up behind the two women as they kneeled on the ground. Wanda’s eyes began to flare red as Carol approached, causing her to begin to back away slowly.

“She knew, Natasha. She fucking knew.” Wanda said, turning her attention back Natasha. She hadn’t even let go of her wrist, as her nails began to dig into the soft skin. “She had known about it all along, but she didn’t want to believe it!”

Natasha knew Wanda would’ve continued her barrage of anger, but her sobs consumed her to the point she no longer could speak. Rather, she learned down to place her head against your chest, almost as if she was apologizing to you for not saying anything sooner.

Steve then once again made his presence known, by speaking up as he stood a few feet away from the scene. “What did she know about, Natasha?” He asked, in the all too calm captain tone he used when things got serious.

“Natasha was fucking Carol.” Wanda said after collecting herself just enough to speak the words she knew Natasha wouldn’t. A stiff silence overcame the small group as they stood over your body, trying to consume the fresh information brought to their attention.

“Oh my god.” Bruce said under his breath, as his hands began to work faster to stem the bleeding wounds across your body. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” He began to repeat, almost as if it was a chant or maybe a prayer to God to save you.

Natasha could hear Steve, and Carol fighting just behind them. She could catch various strings of their conversation, like Carol yelling “It’s not like it’s my fucking fault!”

Bruce had been suturing your wounds, before he simply began sobbing himself. “It’s no use.” He said quietly, punching the concrete beneath him to stem the green that had began to grow across his fingers.

“No! What are you doing?” Natasha said quickly, her hands moving to grab his own in an attempt to continue the work he had stopped.

“She told me..” He said, while wiping the tears from his eyes only to smear your own blood across his cheeks.

“She told me the only reason her healing wouldn’t work..” Bruce began, a heavy sob interrupting his sentence before he continued. “That it wouldn’t work if she didn’t want to live.”

A heavy silence fell over the group that it even smothered out the Captain’s fighting, as they just starred at Bruce as he continued to sob. “Nothing is going to work! She’s going to die!” He cried out.

Natasha felt sobs began to tear their way through her chest as she cupped your face within her hands. She stared at your lifeless face for a few moments, hearing herself call out to you. Wanda had stationed herself on the other side of your body, shaking your shoulder as she begged you to wake up.

This can’t be real, Natasha thought. No, this is only a nightmare I haven’t woke up from.

Suddenly, within her hands you began to stir as the tense silence seemed to lessen as everyone was relieved you had began to wake. Your eyes met with Natasha’s wet ones, and before you knew it, her lips were against your cheek as she confessed how much she loved you. That was, until Wanda aggressively pushed her away.

You couldn’t hear anything they had been fighting about, the ringing in your ears had drowned their voices out. You didn’t even feel in control of yourself as your gripped Natasha’s hand against your face, placing a soft kiss upon her palm.

“Please.” You said, your voice sounded raspy, and full of pain. Natasha so desperately wanted to take that pain away, even if she was partially at fault for it all.

“Please, just let me die in peace.”

Happy Birthday! ❤️🥰

Aw thank you! :)💕

Cant believe it's my bday and im spending it revising for tests lmao 😢 Anyway I will probs have some free time soon so I may write something... um no promises tho hehe

title: mcromance

notes: sfw mediocre gfs fluff, its date night, will i ever write the shit i promised? jury’s still out

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older natty and reader in a swimming pool.

warnings: older!nat x younger!reader, fluff. SFW

The water splashes against your face, soaking the tendrils of hair that frame your cheeks, and as you giggled with a grin while looking for your girlfriend, you found her nowhere to be in sight.

You frowned. “Natty? Where’d you go?”

You were surprised when a large figure gripped your waist from under the water and lifted you. A loud squeak emitting from your sodden lips as you finally looked down and saw your girlfriend carrying you.

“Hello, my little dove.”

You grinned. “Hi, Natty. I thought you left to go sun bathe again.”

The older woman shook her head and hummed, her head pressed against your bare tummy as she twirled the two of you in the pool.

“You know I wouldn’t do that to you, my love.”

You hummed. “That’s okay, though. Wanna play Marco Polo with Steve?”

The redhead rose a brow. “I’m offended that you have to ask me!”

Iron Man 2 was funny as fuck like imagine you’re battling a terminal illness and at the end of what is arguably the worst week of your life some guy shows up and is like “we’ve been conducting a secret job interview for a position you didn’t apply for and we’ve decided to reject you” and you just go “alright fuck you too then” and revolutionize the energy business.

A Case of You

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: A soft angst kinda one shot. Reader used to date Natasha and gets a call from her during the night. Mentions alcohol and toxic past relationships.

She called you in the night. You answered. You always answered, but it felt dirty. 

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title: ovary action

summary:

You squint at her. “You know, just because you, personally, don’t get your period doesn’t mean you can’t show a bit of sympathy.”

“Go ahead, bring up my traumatic forced sterilisation.”

notes: sfw mediocre gfs fluff where ur on ur period and nats, for once, an above average gf

inspired by conversations with @ataraxyaz

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