#nastasha romanoff x reader

[buckybraneslover111]

Boyfriend - N.R.

a/n: didn’t think i would be wrriting about Natasha, but i’ve been reading a lot of imagines about her and i have had Boyfriend by Dove Cameron playing nonstop so i figured i would write about her. 

Summary; You are dating your boyfriend who treats you kinda like one of the boys in a way. One night, you went to the bar with him and his friends but he ignored you the whole time. What happens when a certain red head orders you a drink and you leave with her instead?

warnings; top!Nat, bottom!reader, daddy kink, heavy flirting, touching, sexual talk, p in v (nat has a pp), oral (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, and i think that’s it. enjoy lol

You sighed as you once again were the only girl at the bar full of boys. You would say men, but they act like boys. Your boyfriend Tony invited you out for drinks, he told you there would be other girls there, but failed to mention it wouldn't be his friends girlfriends, but other girls in the bar that you didn’t know. You sipped on your fancy, fruity drink at the bar, alone, while Tony and his friends sat at the other end of the bar, drinking and having fun. 

You stirred your small straw in your drink and got lost in your thoughts until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head to the side and blushed immediately when you looked at her. Red hair parted in the middle, straight, her piercing green eyes, half smile, pearly whites showing. “Hi, is this seat taken?” she pulled the seat out a little.

“Uh..um..no its not.” you stuttered a bit, still taken back by her beauty. She was dressed in black pants, black button down with the top few buttons open. 

“Thanks.” she sat in the chair next to you and motioned for the bartender and ordered herself a drink, “Also, can my friend over here get another refill please.” 

You looked up at her and smiled a little, “Oh wait, no its okay really.” 

“Oh come on, I don't want to be the only drinking here.” she smiled at the bartender, “She’ll have another.” 

You blushed, “Thank you.” You adjusted yourself in your seat, your dress riding up your thighs a bit. 

She sat back in her chair and looked at you, “Natasha.” 

“y/n.” 

“So what is a beautiful girl like you doing here all by herself?” she smiled.

You looked back at your drink blushing, “Um...” you were debating whether or not to tell her about Tony or not. “I don’t really know why.” you shrugged. 

“Babe! Babe!” Tony came over to you and he put her arm around your neck, “Babe we are winning! If we win, we go to the playoffs!” He smiled big then walked back to his friends as they cheered at the basketball game that was playing on tv.

You sighed and looked at Natasha who was sending daggers to Tony, “I guess he could be the reason why I’m sitting here alone.” you said softly.

“I almost went home before I walked over here,” she looked at you, “I was watching you from across the bar for the longest time, I was trying to get you alone for the longest time and when he finally left, I knew I had to come over here.” 

“Wait really?”

“Yeah, how could he let a beautiful woman like you, be over here by yourself. What am I gonna do? Not come over here to keep you company?” she smirked a little. 

You bit your lip and played with the straw in your drink again, “Natasha...”

“Call me Nat.” 

“Nat...” You looked at her biting your lip.

She leaned in closer to you, putting her hand on your exposed bare thigh, “Speak angel.” 

“I-I can't think with you being so close to me...” 

“Do you want me closer?” she leaned in closer to you, putting her lips against your ear, “I can be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did. We’ll be up all night, I won't quit. I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman, plus all my clothes would fit. If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight.” her hand slid up and down your thigh rubbing circles here and there. 

“Please...” you whimpered softly spreading your legs a little bit for her. 

“You want this?” her hand slid up your dress and to the soft cotton of your panties, “I bet you he doesn’t touch you like this, doesn’t cherish you like you should be.” you just whimper in her ear, she smirks, “What’s wrong angel? Tell daddy what’s wrong.”

“I-I want you to touch me, please. Wanna cum. ” you whined pouting.

“Right here? In front of your boyfriend?” she bites your ear rubbing your clit through your panties, getting the fabric soaked in your arousal. “I want you to feel how hard you got me.” she grabs your wrist with her other hand and puts it over her crotch pressing down on it as you felt her rock hard cock through her pants, “That’s all real baby, no silicone plastic shit, it’s the real thing. God i wanna fuck you right here.”

You gently squeezed it earning a groan from her, “Take me back to your place, please.” you begged her sounding very desperate.

“Let’s go.”

…

As she kicked the door open to her apartment, you were on her like a dog, legs wrapping around her waist, as she held you up by the back of your thighs. Your lips attacked hers, teeth and tongues clashing together. She kicked the door closed and pushed you up against it, pushing your dress up past your ass pushing her hard on against your soaking wet core. You pulled away gripping onto her hair, she attacked your neck with kisses and bites, “I need you Nat please!” you started to unbutton her shirt as she unzipped your dress pulling it off of you, your tits exposed to her. You slid her shirt down her arms staring at her big perky tits.

She leaned down and sucked on your nipple while playing with the other. You moaned arching into her mouth, “Daddyy!” you whined grinding your hips against her crotch, “More! Please!”

She shushed you, “Relax baby, you’ll get what you want.” she carries you to her bedroom plopping you on the bed, as you crawl up laying down on the pillows. She takes off her pants leaving herself in her boxers, crawling on the bed up to you. She gets between your legs and pushes her hard on right up against you, feeling her twitch. “God i wanna fuck you so hard.”

“Please, anything.” you whined loudly grinding your hips back. You reached up and played with her tits, giving them a squeeze and rubbing her nipples. She continues to grind her crotch against your core. “Nat please anything!” She gets down between your legs spreading them apart holding the back of your knees up. She leans in and licks your slit, your juices gushing between them. “Yes! Yes please!”

“So fucking sweet princess!” she pokes through your folds with her tongue licking your clit fast. You arch your back reaching down grabbing her hair moaning loudly, “Daddy! Oh fuck! Nat please!” She licked your clit faster sliding one finger into you rubbing your spot over and over.

“Want cum! Need- argh!!” you arched your back pushing your pussy deeper into her face as the knot in your stomach got tighter. You sat up on your elbows looking down at her as she devoured your pussy like it was her last meal. “S’good! Don’t-ngh! Stop!” You threw your head back closing your eyes tightly leaning on one side of your elbow, grabbing her hair with your other hand. “Daddy!! Daddy!” you tightened your legs around her head, your feet on her back, knees squeezing her head, “Please—fuck! I—yes! My—shit! Cum!!” you screamed loudly in pleasure, cumming on her tongue, falling back onto the bed breathing heavily as you came down from your high, ears ringing, sweat dripping down your forehead.

Natasha crawls up your body leaning on her elbows above you. You open your eyes looking at your wet arousal dripping down her lips and chin, “You okay baby?” you nodded and she peaked your lips softly, “That good huh?”

“Y-Yes Nat.” you nodded smiling up at her putting your hand on her cheek, “Please fuck me…”

She smirked, “As you wish princess.” she pulled down her boxers, her 8 inch hard cock springing out of her boxers as she looked up at you. Your face in utter shock, “What’s wrong baby?”

“You-You have an actual cock…fuck.” you gulped looking up at her.

“Perks of being a part of the avengers, they can help you with anything.” she smirked and teased your clit with her reddened tip, precum mixing with your juices.

“Please—!” you moaned loudly as she slid her tip inside of you leaving it in smirking at you.

“Please what? Ask daddy nicely.” she wiggled her hips.

“Please fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock daddy!” you moaned loudly as she pushed her cock fully into you.

“Look baby! Look!” she smirked and pressed her hand up against your stomach where the bulge of her cock is, “God that’s so fucking hot!” she started thrusting into you, biting her lip looking at your stomach watching it bulge up from her cock. You grabbed onto her back digging your nails into her back. She hissed, “Fuck yes baby!” she growled thrusting into you harder. You leaned up and sucked on her nipple. “S’good princess!”

“So much better than my boyfriend! Fuck!” you looked up at her moaning with her nipple still in your mouth.

“Dirty girl!” she smirked down at you, switching nipples. She felt your walls clench around her, “Gonna cum beautiful?”

You pulled away from her chest and nodded, “Please! Can i?”

“Just a little longer, wanna cum with you.” she lifted your hips up at this new angle and thrusted into you harder and faster, hitting your spot right on.

“God!”

“She’s not here with us baby, just me and you.” she smirked chuckling as she picked up the pace, her thrusts getting sloppy, feeling her twitch inside of you.

“Cum inside me daddy. Give me your cum, breed me.” you moaned looking up at her as she groaned then moaned loudly, you both cumming at the same time. “Yes! Yes!”

She collapsed on-top of you breathing heavily as you both came down from yours highs. She pulled out of you rolling over onto her back, you both looking up at the ceiling. “I love you.”

You whipped your head to her making sure your heard her correctly. “What?”

She looked at you, “I love you baby.” she rolled over back on top of you kissing you deeply. You kiss her back running your hands through her hair keeping her close. You pulled away and looked up at her, “I love you too.”

…

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[goldenempyrean]

hii!! since you were looking for some drabbles heres an idea!! R taking care of a sick natasha using the prompts "I thought you said that you were feeling better?" and "I sneezed twice, is that a crime?"

Lemon Tea

〚 Notes - I still have a few drabbles to do yet! This is short but sweet - get it? - lemons are sweet? Yknow whatever. Let's ignore that. Enjoy ;) 〛

〚 Pairing- Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat says she's feeling better but you're not so sure. 〛

〚 Wordcount - > 500 〛

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“Natasha?” You gave the redhead a questioning look from the table when she began pouring the freshly boiled kettle into a cup along with a lemon teabag which had caught your attention immediately. 

“What?” She paused, looking over her shoulder to be met with you folding your arms as you looked her over. 

“I thought you said you were feeling better?” You questioned, continuing to study her whilst she finished making her drink. 

She sipped it slowly, holding the cup with both hands, “What do you mean? I do feel better.” She insisted, but the way the corner of her lip smirked was eagerly giving away her bluff. 

“You only drink tea when you don’t feel well.” You pressed her further, shaking your head a little as you came over to press the back of your palm to her cheek. 

It was lucky you did because it meant you were quickly able to grab the steaming cup of tea from her when her nose suddenly itched. 

“Hh’iishoo! hHeh’ktshhiiew!” 

“Bless you.” You sighed a little, wanting nothing more to wrap her up in a cosy blanket and cart her back off to bed but you knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, “Do you see what I mean now?” 

“I sneezed twice is that a crime?” Nat groaned, rubbing at her running with the corner of her sleeve. 

“No. But you sneezed loudly. Something you only do when you really don’t feel good. Meaning…” You trailed off, eyes staring at her in hopes she’d finish your sentence. 

“Fine, maybe I still feel a little si- Hh’tshiuew! - sick, but it’s fine.” Nat argued weakly, sniffling as she tried to get her nose back under control. 

“Nope.” You smirked in subtle triumph, popping the ‘p’ at the end of your word, “we’re going to go get cosy back under the duvet in our room and you are going to rest. No arguing. I want you to actually feel better.” 

Nat dropped her shoulders in defeat, sheepishly reaching out to take her tea back whilst your arm fell comfortably round her waist, “Okay…” 

“Good! Now let’s go get you feeling better, yeah?"

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[yellonote85]

anyone have this fic??

i can’t remember if i read it here or on ao3 but it was like the love languages shown and at one point we mess with fury’s eyepatch! pls help find this fic 😭

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[buckybarnessunflower]

Domino Effect Part 7

Description: Bucky Barnes is Hydra's greatest asset, the world's top assassin. He never misses a target, but his latest mission involves YOU, the woman he loves, the woman with a broken heart because of him. You're on the run with your sister Natasha Romanoff, together you are the most feared Widow's, you know your ex will be the one sent to kill you and your sister. Will he do it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter Warnings: angst, violence, detailed descriptions of torture

Word Count: 2403

A/N: A new character appearance

Bucky stared unblinking as Steve drove across the border to Bulgaria to his safe house, you nestled in his arms and one hand still applying pressure to the wound on the back of your head. With each breath Bucky took he could smell the scent of your blood. Fear rolled through him constantly like waves in the ocean, he had never seen skin so pale and your lips once pink now a light shade of blue. Nat was constantly looking back and squeezing your hand to keep you from falling asleep, her heart still racing from the adrenaline rush of everything that had happened. Your eyes were half closed, your eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open.

Steve's training as a medic earlier in his career in the Army is what saved you, you had lost a lot of blood but not enough that you would have to go to the hospital. 

Steve gave you a high dose of morphine for the pain before he stitched and bandaged the wound on the back of your head, he removed the shrapnel from your skin and cleaned the wounds. Nat glared at him each time you whimpered or cried out when he dabbed alcohol on your broken skin.

-Later that day-

Bucky sat in your room by your bed in a hard wooden chair that was too small for his large frame as you slept peacefully from the pain meds Steve gave you. His thumb traced along each line on your palm and weaved between each knuckle before he clasped his hand with yours. He watched as a ghost of a smile lifted the corners of your lips as he brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen in your face. Your skin had returned to its normal shade and your lips were once again that beautiful rosy shade of pink.

 Steve and Nat stood outside the door talking, Bucky’s ears strained to hear their conversation.

"Let me call for reinforcement. Pierce won't stop until one of you are dead" Steve had said, wiping a stray tear from under Natasha's eyes as she looked away from where you slept. Her usual stone-like composure broke after almost losing you.

"No, that wasn't Pierce! He wouldn't have ordered a hit that messy. Trust me Steve it wasn't him, it couldn't have been. Rumlow was acting on his own with Zemo, Sharon, and Rollins." Nat said, hazel eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at the wall, trying to keep her emotions from spiraling out of control.

"You don't know that for sure Nat. Pierce would stop at nothing so that information doesn't get out. He could be getting desperate now" Steve tried to pull Nat in for a hug but she backed away. Concern swirled in the pools of blue in his eyes as they looked into Natasha’s red rimmed emerald green.“Nastasha-” he began, wanting nothing more than to protect her. 

"I know Pierce and I know he wasn't behind this. Rumlow works for Pierce but he has always been a unhinged psychopath. Pierce hasn't sent anyone after us ever since Bucky joined us" Nat said and Bucky could feel their eyes on him now.

His body was rigged and he felt his blood grow cold under their stare. Bucky’s other hand that wasn’t intertwined with yours curled tightly in a fist, his mind instantly going over every entry and exit in the house that he found as Steve took care of you earlier. 

Steve and Nat walked further down the hall, too far away for Bucky to hear without getting up to move closer. “Fuck” he whispered under his breath, he knew Nat’s lack of trust in him was only growing, making it more difficult to get the USB drive he needed.

-Night-

Steve had left before nightfall, beautiful pinks and oranges peeked through the clouds painting the sky. The trees swayed as a breeze blew, eggshell white curtains ruffling in the room making you shiver. Bucky stood from the chair he had been sitting in for the past few hours, his back popped as he stretched making him groan as he closed the window. He would wait until it was dark to make his escape, he knew he couldn’t return back to Pierce empty handed without being killed for failing his mission. He would have to rethink how he could steal the drive from Nat.

Bucky swallowed the lump forming in his throat as he looked to the star-filled night sky. It was time for him to leave but he was struggling with the growing battle of emotions deep in his chest at the thought of leaving you behind. Even unconscious you were good at making him feel emotions he had never felt before, he feared the power you held over him more than any weapon of torture Hydra had ever used on him.

He had never known love, had never known such a thing existed until you waltzed into his life. It was comical looking back at it now how scared he had been at the sudden overwhelming rush of emotions he felt after a long night spent in your bed.

Months ago when Pierce gave him his new mission he had treated it like any other one he had been given until he opened the file and saw you, his beautiful doll that still owned his heart. Knowing he was betraying you was causing him unimaginable pain, worse pain than the physical kind he felt when Pierce had men hold him down and break his bones when he made mistakes on missions.

He knew he was running out of time and he knew that Pierce was getting impatient. It had been years since his last punishment but he knew that is what would greet him when he finally returned to Pierce if the man didn’t order for him to be killed first.

Bucky froze when you moaned as you stretched out on the bed, your eyes fluttering open searching the room until your eyes met his. When you started to sit up he quickly stopped you, concern etched onto his face.

“Hey take it easy” he said walking over to your bed. Your mouth felt dry before Bucky raised a glass of water to your lips helping you take a sip. You could see regret swimming in the depths of his oceanic blue eyes as he watched you.

“You're leaving?” you asked, nodding over to a duffle bag in the room when Bucky looked confused.

“You need to go back to sleep,” he replied, avoiding the question.

You shook your head no and reached out a bandaged hand to his, welcoming the feel of the rough calluses on his palms.

“Stay please” you begged and Bucky felt his breath hitch in his chest surprised at your request.

“I can’t” was all he said, tugging on his hand for you to let go.

“Please Buck” you whispered and Bucky swore he could feel his heart begin to shatter as you looked at him.

“Okay i’ll stay just for tonight” he promised smiling when you smiled up at him, your features brightening instantly.

When Bucky went to sit back in the chair he had been occupying for the last several hours; prepared to sleep on it overnight, you shook your head and moved back in the bed, leaving space for him to lay down. 

“There’s plenty of room Bucky” you said softly.

This was a bad idea, he knew it was but he undressed until he had a shirt on and a pair of boxers before he laid down beside you. His body instantly relaxed at the feel of the mattress beneath him and the soft pillow beneath his head. 

Your eyes closed, feeling at peace but you could sense Bucky hesitating and without opening your eyes you could picture his muscles tensing.

“You can hold me Buck” you said, missing the look of surprise on his face. Bucky swallowed, God this was such a bad idea, he should get up now while he still had a chance and leave. While Bucky silently debated himself it seemed you were getting impatient as you lifted his arm and wrapped it around your torso. Your back was against his chest, your body forming against his perfectly like a glove. 

It felt good to have you in his arms again, even if it was for only one night. Sleep was something that never came easy for Bucky but with you nestled to his side sleep welcomed him like an old friend. He would have to deal with the consequences another day, for now he would let his heart have a moment of happiness.

-Russia-

Alexander Pierce was sitting behind his mahogany wood desk, tightly gripping a glass of scotch in his hand as he watched explosions go off in Romania.

“Mass casualties and injuries are being reported, police are currently investigating the bombings” A reporter said showing the destruction around her.

He was livid No he was beyond that. Rumlow had defied orders and was doing whatever the hell he wanted to do. Soldat was no longer wearing his wire and the more that he thought over things - more specifically what Rumlow had insinuatiaited before he decided to do things on his own made unbridled anger course through his veins. Somehow he had let a relationship bloom between you and Bucky before he could end it, it explained why you had unexpectedly started asking for solo missions before ultimately going rogue with Nat. 

Even though you and Nat were two of his best agents your insubordination made you replaceable. Soldat however, he was Pierce’s most prized possession, he had been groomed to follow commands and kill at a seconds notice earlier than anyone else. Soldat had no family, Hydra was his family, it was fucked up but it made him the perfect killing machine.

He would have to reprimand Soldat, remind him what happens with disobedience and show him that if he ever fell in love again what would happen. A small smirk lifted the corner of his wrinkled mouth when he realized the perfect person to call to help assist with Soldat’s failure. 

-Croatia-

A man woke up tied to a chair in an unknown location, his breath coming out quick and uneven as he tried to look around for clues but he was blindfolded.  His panic heightened as he heard a door open and close somewhere in the room. “Well well well you’ve finally awakened, I don’t normally do this but I do apologize for hitting you so hard but you were getting on my nerves whining so much” A deep voice spoke, no sincereness laced in his tone only his poorly contained amusement. 

The man in the chair was shivering from how scared he was, his mind trying to figure out how he got here in this situation but he couldn’t seem to remember anything.

“It’s rude not to speak when spoken to you fucking imbecile” the man with the deep voice said before he used a wrench to twist and pull at the man in the chair’s ear making him let out a blood curdling scream.

“Ah music to my ears” he said leaning down and swiftly removing the cloth over the other man's eyes.

The maniacal grin on the man’s face made him want to reel back but he was still tied to the chair. “Too soon on the ear joke”? He asked, his grin widening even more as he walked away with the bloody wrench in his hand.

“You’ve been stealing money from Hydra” he said and the man shook his head no, tears streaming down his face “No I promise I’m not, I swear I haven’t touched any of it” he pleaded but inside he knew the man in front of him wasn’t really listening to his begging. “Your mother must have never taught you manners, first you wouldn’t talk and now you’re interrupting me and I hate when people interrupt me” he finished while untying electrical cords. 

“I’m sorry” the man said, his voice now shaky.

“You must not know who I am so I'm going to elaborate for you. I’m Lloyd Hansen. I’m sure the name rings a few bells up there no matter how loose I knocked ‘em” Lloyd said grinning as he snapped the ends of the cords on the man's ears, chest, fingers, and toes.

All the color drained from the man’s face as the awful realization of who he was in front of hit him full force like a train.

“Lloyd I swear I haven’t stolen anything I swear please please don’t kill me” he begged, his chest felt tight, lungs burning like they weren’t filling with enough air.

“I don’t do first name basis” Lloyd said, smacking the controller of the wires on his hand making the man in the chair watch it with eyes wide with fright.

“I think it’s about time I teach you a lesson, some people can only learn by example so I’m going to turn this on for one minute and see if that straightens you up” he said flicking the switch on the remote. 

Electricity flowed through each cord to the man’s body, screams filled the room making Lloyd smile. His phone vibrated in his pocket, surprise etched on his features at seeing Pierce’s name flash across the screen.

“Boss, I'm almost finished with the man that was stealing money from Hydra,” he said, answering the call.

“I don’t care about that. You have a new mission. Soldat needs to be reminded who he belongs to and the two Widows with him need to be disposed of. They have something of mine, a drive that I sent Soldat to retrieve but it seems he’s in love with Y/n and is failing his mission.” Pierce said.

“No problem boss” Lloyd was already texting his men to get the jet ready.

“I know you won’t fail me Hansen. Also if you happen to find Rumlow, Zemo, Carter, and Rollins kill them too, I don’t care how just get it done. This has already taken long enough” with that he hung up.

During the call the man’s screams had stopped, looking over Lloyd could tell he was dead. “Oops I guess I lied. Sounds like I'll have a few more to play with” he said to himself before walking out to the jet.

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[gibs-o-whim]

Please help me find this Wanda x reader

Basically it was a Romanoff!Reader x Wanda, but Natasha is the readers mom and both Nastasha and Wanda are retired. So they have Wanda over for dinner and a string of events happens, (don't really remember) but Y/N ends up at Wanda's house drunk, she feeds her and then they end up doing the 🤭, and it ends up getting sent to Natasha via voice-mail. So they go to Tony's place and have him remove it. It's two parts, hopefully its still up.

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[spideyyboii]

I hope this isn't annoying but I'm sending another request for the avengers please?

Reader is usually very stoic, polite and contained but when they all end up at a club they're shocked to see her let loose n dance really intense and wild kinda graceful and she's usually not very graceful and she's oblivious to their shock ☺️🤞🏼

Drunken Antics//The Avengers

pairings: the avengers x reader

warnings: intoxicated reader

summary: you’ve always been the quiet avenger who never let loose, until one night the team got to see you having fun

word count: 594

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It had been a while since the Avengers had first recruited you and it had always been extremely awkward between yourself and the rest of the group. You were seen as the awkward one amongst the team as you would always find an excuse to stay away from nights out or any of Tony’s parties and when you did attend you would hide away in the corner waiting for the first opportunity to slip away. 

“Hey, doll, are you coming tonight or are you going to stay home?” Bucky asked, causing some confusion as you weren’t aware what was happening tonight, “I plan on staying in tonight. I didn’t know there was anything going on tonight.” You told the super soldier with a shrug. “Oh I completely forgot to tell you. We’re all going to Korg to celebrate my birthday. I understand if you don’t want to come but I’d appreciate it if you did.” Nat said with a smile hoping you would come and enjoy yourself for once. 

You arrived at the club late and struggled to find the team in the crowded area, your nerves were sky high as you weren’t used to such an atmosphere. You decided to grab a drink before you continued your search and you quickly began to feel the effects of the alcohol and abandoned your mission in finding your friends and made your way to the dance floor where you made friends with a tall man who allowed you to dance with him. Tonight was all about letting your hair down which seemed to be going great as you and your new friend were non stop dancing and you’d even forgotten about the reason you were here, for your friend and team. “Guys I don’t think she’s going to come, it’s been hours since we arrived and there hasn’t been any sign of her.” Bucky said with a sigh as he had hoped you would join the team in letting loose and celebrating Nat, “Buck, are we surprised she never comes.” Tony responded stopping mid sentence when he recognised you on the dance floor, “Guys she’s here and seems to be enjoying herself.” Tony said with a smile as he pointed you out to the rest of the Avengers. 

Thor was the first to join you on the dance floor, stealing you away from the man you were currently dancing with , “Hello pretty girl, where have you been hiding?” The God asked with a playful smile as he spun you around “Right here, I couldn’t find any of you when I first got here so I decided to just make friends with someone random and haven’t stopped dancing since I arrived.” You babbled on with a smile as you pulled Thor in and began to jump around him, “dance with me you're meant to be trained in this sort of thing.” You shouted at the God who began to dance with you loving the way you were acting. Before you knew it you were surrounded by the rest of the Avengers who began to dance with you, giggling at the way you were behaving, your usual stoic self gone and replaced with a wild woman who just wanted to dance the night away. “Thanks for coming darling, I love seeing you let loose and enjoy yourself even if everyone else is in shock at this side of you.” Nat said with a smile as she kissed your cheek and spun you around before forcing the team to do a round of shots with her.

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on your desk

natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: a secret admirer has been dropping off cute notes and flowers off at your desk every day, but you cant help but want there to be one specific, unreachable and untouchable person to be behind it all. 

warnings: fluff, uncertainty, secret admirer!!! basically shy!nat 

word count: 3.8k 

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There were flowers on your desk, again. And like every time after the first few, your heart picked up when you saw them, in nearly the same arrangement as they usually were. And like Wanda (and occasionally Sharon, if she wasn’t already head first into her computer) did every morning, she craned her neck over to look at you and your open-ish cubicle, where you stared at your desk and tried to decide who on earth could have sent you flowers for the millionth time. 

“You don’t know anyone who could have sent these?” She asked, an entertained and slightly knowing grin on her face as she looked at the typed note that always came with the flowers, no matter how short or to the point it was. On some days, the note would read “you should never stop smiling”, and on others, it would be half a page about how amazing you were at work and how much you were appreciated by your peers. There was no telling what you were going to get, and it managed to be a surprise every day even though you expected it. You shook your head.  “No one at all?” 

No, you didn’t think you know anyone who would have liked you enough to have flowers lying out for you every day, but you knew for a fact that you sure wished it was a specific person, just one. But you knew it wasn’t her. There was no way that Natasha Romanoff was the one buying flowers and typing you cutsey notes, no way at all. That just wasn’t her, and you knew it. Besides, you were always the first to work even if you didn’t make your way to your office first. You would have seen Natasha and her parked car if she was bringing flowers to your desk in the morning. And- it just wasn't her. It couldn't be. 

 She was serious. Very stoic, very driven, incredibly pretty, and even smarter. Somehow under all of her seriousness, she managed to light up the boring office (that occasionally had calls from irate customers that you always handled). She had all the traits that men were afraid of women having, and at first, that was what drew you to her. She knew what she wanted and more times than not, she knew where she had to go and what she had to do to get the things she wanted.

She stood up for the women in your office when the men would let remarks slide, and oftentimes she wouldn't let them walk away without rethinking their life choices from since they were teenagers. She wasn’t unnecessarily mean, but she never bent for anyone. You admired her and her backbone, and her ability to know when it was best to fight or just sit back and wait for her challenger to show their own stupidity. 

  She was just smart. And she could be kind. She was the perfect balance of a person, everything you aspired to be like. And so goddamn easy to fall for.

 “No idea at all, Wanda,” you said, apologizing when your voice came out much more exhausted than what you meant for it to sound, even though you truly felt that way. That same question had been the main question running around in your head for weeks, ever since you had gotten the first, singular pink carnation on your desk. As much as anyone else, you wanted to know who it was. “I'll let you know the second I have a lead, Maximoff,” you said, teasingly giving her a salute, and she chuckled before going to her own cubicle.

 It was minutes later after you had submerged into your work head space when someone came up from behind where you were furiously typing. “Hey, did you get that email?” 

  You nearly jumped out of your rolling chair and whipped around, even though you already knew the voice. Natasha was standing right in front of you, looking down at you but not down on you, and you managed to give her a small smile as you caught your breath. 

“Y-yeah, I got it,” you said dumbly, and the second that the words left your mouth, you wanted to take them back. You sounded like a little girl again, the little girl that crushed on every person in class that was kind enough to let her borrow a crayon. 

“Good, I know you said your computer was messing up,” Natasha said, crossing her arms and she shifted onto her left foot, and then her eyes connected with the flowers sitting proudly on your desk, in the vase that you had left out for whoever was giving you the flowers, always empty by the end of the night because you took them home and put them on the center of your table until you had no more table left. 

She hummed softly at the arrangement before her intense stare came back to you. You gulped. “Those are pretty,” she said softly, and you nodded. 

You have no idea how much I wish that you were the one who picked them out, you thought to yourself. “They’re very pretty,” you agreed, celebrating the fact that your voice didn’t crack or stutter. “And they smell nice,” you said, and immediately you wished that you had just put a foot in your mouth, and by the sound of Wanda cracking up from the cubicle beside you, you knew that your embarrassment was warranted. 

  Natasha, however, was as mild as ever, lips lifting up into a gentle smile. “I’m glad that you like them, you seem to get a lot.” 

  “I-yeah. Someone’s nice enough to leave them for me,” you said, watching her eyes and her face, wondering if she could hear your brain screaming, “please let it be you! I want it to be you!”. “Maybe they know about how I was in the horticulture club at my school for my last two years.” I have only ever wanted it to be you. 

  She furrowed her brows. “You were?” 

“And chess club, and book club,” you said, nodding your head, a slight feeling of embarrassment creeping up on all the pride that you truly felt about the clubs. “I wasn’t the most popular girl in school,” you said immediately looking towards the note under the vase as a sense of comfort, even as you embarrassed yourself in front of your long term work crush. You took a sip of water from your coffee tumbler, the one that you always brought to make it look like you drank something sophisticated. 

  “I’m sure you were the sweetest, though.” She said, and you nearly choked on your water. But you really lost it when she leaned over and touched your shoulder, a gentle touch that was so friendly it hurt, and then gave you an encouraging smile. “Keep up the good work.” 

And then you melted for the second time that day. 

The next day at work brought you more flowers, lying delicately next to the empty vase like they did every morning, like whoever it was was silently asking for permission to give you their affections. Of course, you put them in your vase and smiled, sitting down after taking a whiff. 

“Still got no one?” Sharon said, walking over to the copier by your desk, and you shrugged. “Man, aren't you supposed to be smarter than this?” 

Her comment had you turning around in your chair, a playful frown stretching across your face. “What?” 

“You’re like, the only person who can help a customer through the steps of setting up home devices,” she said, shaking her head at you. “And you still don’t know who’s been leaving you flowers.”

“That hardly means I’m smart,” you said, and honestly, you thought it meant you were quite stupid. You should have never told the truth about you being great with customers or being extremely patient or knowledgeable about technology, because that meant that you were automatically first in line for answering the phone with a customer who was bound to be angry within five minutes of the call. “And it has nothing to do with the entire office being sneaky.” 

 “The entire office?” 

“I know that most of you know, Sharon,” you said, rolling your eyes at her playfully. “You guys whisper and bet on when I’ll find out, I know it.” At first it was just a suspicion that most of your coworkers knew, but you found out for sure when you saw Bruce shake on it with Wanda with a mutual giggle and look towards your way, right towards your desk. 

“Only because we know it’ll change everything for the better,” she assured, and you laughed.  

You knew it would change everything. On one hand, you were dying to know who was spending so much money on you, and who was getting to work so early that it was impossible for you to catch them in the act. You wondered who was smart enough to print all of their letters instead of hand writing them, because they knew that you knew everyone’s individual writing. If it wasn’t Natasha, it would break your heart into a thousand pieces. It would mean that you were oblivious to someone's feelings for months, most likely speaking to them just like a friend. But mostly, you were terrified to have it confirmed that it wasn’t Natasha. It would do more than a number on you. 

  “I mean, I know who you want it to be,” she whispered, and your eyes went wide. “I know you like her, why don’t you just tell her?” 

  “Because she doesn’t feel the same,” you rushed out, throwing away any hope that you could have had in that instant. “And um, work relationships? That’s asking for a mess.” 

  You weren’t lying. Relationships with coworkers were always a little awkward, but you knew without a shadow of a doubt that you were willing to risk it for Natasha, if she ever even wanted to have a relationship with you. Which- of course she didn’t. And you dwelled on that for the next few hours, off in your own mind and hardly thinking about anything but the fact that you had flowers on your desk, and that they were one hundred percent from the wrong person. 

 A plastic bag fell onto your desk three days later, rattling the petunias in their vase. You scowled a bit and looked up, ready to kindly tell whoever it was that they could have announced their arrival, but your breath got caught in your throat as you saw Natasha standing there, a drink in her hand and a wrapped straw in the other, a barely-there smile painted onto her face. 

  “You must be hungry by now,” she said, and your heart sped up in your chest as you tried to get a grip on the fact that she had brought your favorite food from your favorite fast food restaurant right to you, without asking you for a single penny, or asking for you to thank her. “I remembered you saying you liked Coke?” You nodded your head dumbly as you took the drink from her and mumbled a very soft “thanks”, and looked away from her. 

 “That was very sweet of you, Natasha.” You said, and she cracked a smile at you. You nearly fell out of your chair. 

Stop doing things like this. Stop making me fall in love with you more than I already have.

 Natasha hardly smiled. It wasn’t because she was stuck up or a brick wall, actually she was sort of the opposite. You could tell that there was always some sort of emotion cooking up behind her eyes, but she was so professional that she never showed anything unless it was in the right setting. And there she was, smiling at you. 

  God, you wished it was her. 

“I can… I can- here, I have cash on me,” you said, turning to your purse under your desk and rummaging through it for your coin purse. 

  “No,” she said, and you looked back at her. “It was for you. You don’t need to pay me back.” 

  Your heart was racing. “Oh, uh, are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” she said, and your racing heart skipped a beat at the small smile that broke out onto her face. She was so emotionless typically, no emotion but determination locked onto her expression most of the time. But now she was choosing to show something your way, and it was a smile. You felt so lucky. Your face slipped into a grin, and you could have sworn that you saw her smile get bigger. “I hope you, uh, I hope you like it.” Before you could say anything else, she was slinking away with her impossibly quiet steps, leaving you with a cold drink, hot food, petunias, and a note.

You were working late. Typically, you weren't supposed to listen to music while you worked, but you also were not usually the last one to leave the office. You were the first to show up and the first to go home, but work had piled up- and it was all your fault. Or, it was all Natasha's fault. It wasn't your fault that she was so smart and beautiful. She came straight out of a fairy tale, and she was so far out of your reach that it was impossible to not let your mind drift off in her direction. She was like a distant star that shined through sunlight and darkness, and your eyes always went towards her. 

You were nearly nodding off at your desk while you read through email after email, the silence of the office dragging down your motivation by the minute. As annoying as Sharon and Wanda were while they gossiped to you about everything and occasionally crunched on chips. A sigh escaped your lips as you shook your head back and forth, trying to stay awake and finish what you started. 

You could only take so many deep breaths before they were of no help, and then you found yourself gathering all of your things and turning the computer off, completely ready to turn in and head home. You shook your head again at yourself when you realized that you were just going to have to do the same thing tomorrow, and probably get in even earlier to start on what you were supposed to finish. You held back a  pitiful laugh as you dragged yourself out of the office, head hung much lower than it usually was when you walked out. 

Your shoes were clacking on the stones of the parking lot as you reached into your purse, digging for your keys as you approached the trusty car that you drove every day to and from work, with hardly any stops besides the grocery store. God, you were boring. And predictable. Maybe that was why whoever was giving you things was never caught by you- because you had everything in its rightful place, everything at a set time, a strange structure to your life that seemed as carefree as it did strict. In fact, you hadn't lost a thing since- your fucking car keys. They weren't there. Of course. 

You would have stomped your way back to the office if you were in platforms, but your heels were too loud for even your taste as you trudged lazily back into the office, your hand not even on the knob to the door that held your cubicle before it swung open, making you jump back. 

 Blue eyes were staring right back at you, blinking twice, wide as all get out before they settled back down to normal size, but you recognized them from anywhere. “Natasha?”

 She blinked again and murmured your name, surprised, soft, and strangely guarded all the same. “You’re here really late.”

“Couldn't work much earlier,” you said vaguely, even though you wanted to curse her gently because she was the reason that nothing was done. She was the reason you went to work happy to start a new day. Her absence from your weekends was why you hated them. Everything was because of her and the longing she had stirred up inside of you. “Is that why you're here too?” You saw her swallow. 

“Of course,” she rushed quickly, and her words were so unlike her cool, suave self that you couldn't help but furrow your brows at her. “But we should probably head out of here, it's late.” 

Her voice was so soothing, so persuading, that you almost turned around and walked out of the office door with her. You made a face and turned around, not even seeing the panicked look on her face. “I came back for my car keys, I think I forgot them in here.” You looked over her shoulder, the shoulder that was positioned so strangely, and then you saw them. 

Not your keys, or, at least not at first. You saw another full vase of flowers with a note tucked underneath. They were a variety of colors, proud and strong and sticking out from the blandness of the office like a sore thumb, and solving the riddle for you just like someone had whispered the answer in your ear. Your heart thumped on in your chest, speeding up as you looked to the side without saying a word, looking at the red head who had captured your heart in a time that felt like forever ago. 

Her eyes were wide at first.  Her stance was tense, tenser than you had ever seen her. She wasn't saying a word, and she didn't look like she was ever going to loosen her lips. They were screwed tight and then she squinted her eyes, like she was preparing to take a hard hit and walk it off. You saw her hands, the hands that were always so loose or seemingly busy, shake right in front of you. Her cheeks were glowing a bashful pink, one that reminded you of the color of the pink roses that were once on your desk, or a sunrise. 

In the same way that she looked terrified out of her mind, you were shocked. She was the last person you would have thought was the type to bring flowers to your desk or spend the time working with the fucked up printer to get you a note. And she was just… so out of your league. She was always so sure of herself, so outspoken and eloquent, and at every angle she looked like she was carved by the gods. You never thought that you could get a second glance from her, let alone, an effort like the one you had been shown. 

Hell, you didn't even know that she liked women. 

You were watching her shrink into herself faster and faster as the seconds ticked by, but you had no words lined up in your brain, no way to ease the situation and admit that you had the hugest crush on her, and that the last thing she should be was embarrassed. But your mouth had always been faster than your mind. “So, have you been picking your personal favorites, or ones that you thought I would like?”

 Her head turned slowly, and all the tension melted out of her body like it was draining from a strainer. Her blue eyes were piercing into yours as she stared on without so much as a blink. You could have sworn that time was being generous and lending you moments that should have passed, because there she was, gathering her thoughts in the same position until she could finally get her words out. “I’ve just been guessing, honestly.”

“You’re pretty good at guessing,” you admitted, nodding your head towards the full vase. 

“Are you any good at guessing?” Natasha asked, and she didn’t even have to say anything for you to know that she meant the situation at hand. Would you have been in the dark for a few more days, or did you already have a feeling? 

“You were the last person I thought would be it,” you admitted, and instead of listing all of the things she’s done for you, she nodded her head and agreed. 

“I’ve never been the best at… expressing my interest in people.” You wanted to tell her that you understood. She was amazing at getting her point across when it came to anything that would put a roadblock in her ambitious path, but she never claimed to be one in tune with their emotions. 

“Most people aren't,” you said, a small smile on your face and tremor in your voice. “I, uh…” 

“I never intended for you to find out it was me, or at least not before I left this job,” she said, her words slightly quick as she spoke to you, her seafoam green eyes boring into yours. “I just like to see you smile and have nice things to look forward to. I just like to see you happy, I guess. I don’t even know if you swing that- but- you don’t have to say anything. We can just ignore the fact that you saw this at all, if you want.” 

“I don’t want to forget.” 

She blinked. “What?”

“I… I’ve been halfway in love with you for forever, Natasha.” Her name sounded sacred coming from you, and you were almost nervous that the weight of it was going to break the soft tension in the room. “I can’t believe you’re just now seeing how fucking blind I am when it comes to you. I wanted it to be you. I only ever wanted it to be you.” 

  “Then it was me,” she said, taking a step closer, her own heels clicking against the floor. “I can admit now that it’s always been me.” 

You blinked, and before you realized you had been bold enough to walk up to her and hug her, she was slowly hugging you back, embracing you with warmth you only had dreamt of. You were definitely going to have a hard time admitting that Sharon and Wanda were right. You had always had more than a thing for Natasha, admired her strengths and weaknesses alike, watched her succeed where others couldn’t. Even when you hadn’t realized it was a crush, your eyes would always land on her. 

“It’s always been you.” 

      im so sorry that i have been inactive regarding writing lmao. other installments of other projects are coming i swear to everything above. literally will not rest until these nat series are finished. and then we can talk about more mythology aus and see where they go lol!!! so excited to go on this slow yet not steady at all writing journey with you guys! thank you for all the support y’all give me!

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i think @blackxwidowsxwife asked to be tagged in my things? and @yelenabelovasgf this is literally your fic so… EHDJDJF so sorry for the wait bestie dbdbddn. love both of you guys so much!!!

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hiii do you know any nat x jealous!r fics? tya

Hi! So, I don't know too many of these because it’s usually the other way around. Sorry about that!

Natasha Romanoff - jealous!reader

Written by: @wandaromanova

Natasha x jealous!reader (18+)

Written by: @procrastinatingsapphictrash

It's you dumbass

(Since there aren't that many, I added some jealous!nat)

Natasha Romanoff - jealous!natasha

Written by: @gunpowder-and-smoke

the secrets we keep

Written by: @lilxberry

The Guilt Of A Lover

Written by: @lotsoffandomimagines

the girl next door

Written by: @peabrain112

Chaos

Written by: @procrastinatingsapphictrash

Can’t get over her

All mine

Written by: @sapphicshots

you’re jealous

Written by: @too-gay-for-marvel

do it already (18+)

Written by: @thewandaromanoff

Satisfaction (18+)

Written by: @wandaromanova

Only (18+)

Written by: @thewidowsghost

Oblivious

#inbox response #nastasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #dom’s recommendations

[yelenasgreenvest]

Headcanon: Down time

Prompt:

Person A: “Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to tell me something I really don’t want to hear?”

Person B: “….Experience?”

Originally posted on my old blog @yelenavestbelova​

Being a shield agent and dating THE black widow, Natasha Romanoff, was fun at first.

Going on missions together

Being undercover and taking down bad guys

Great way to spend time with your girlfriend

“Partners in crime and bed” you would joke

To which she’d roll her eyes.

But you’d catch her smirk

She was a show off

And loved to tease you

Flirting with the enemy always riled you up

And you’d make her aware of it when you got her all by herself.

After a while, you two could read each other too well.

She could tell when you would push on an enemy

And you could tell when she was taking too much

She was the black widow but she was also human

Something you had to remind her of a lot

Patching up each other’s wounds

Kissing them better

On your down time, when there was down time, it could be hard to settle into a routine.

Going shopping together to get groceries instead of tailing an enemy was different.

You got bored easily

You loved being in the field

You loved the excitement and the action, and found yourself restless without it.

To which you found yourself in certain situations

Pranks.

It had to be pranks

What else gave you the same rush as a mission other than pranks

The plan, the action, the reaction. Priceless

Unfortunately, your only victim was Natasha.

And she was hard to fool

You’d tried everything from fooling her with a silly string can tied to the doorknob

A fake dead body

Bucket of water over the door

But she was immune

She’s too smart

Too cunning

Too god damn sexy when she came down the stairs with the empty bucket and her famous smirk

“You dropped something upstairs… might want to start mopping it up”

She was just too good.

But you’d been injured on your last mission

A scratch really

A flesh wound

“There’s a knife in your thigh. You’re not fine”

It was a small knife to be fair but still

Three weeks’ time off with physical therapy to get back into shape

You hated it

You could still fight and go on missions with a limp

A limp doesn’t affect your shooting

“Yes it does”

There was no point arguing with her about it

By the start of second week you were going insane and so you tried to think of the ultimate prank

No useless old prank

You wanted to scare her

Besides, she had a flesh wound and she still got to go on missions

“A bruise isn’t a flesh wound”

Ugh, anyway

You called up your good friend Mr. Tony Stark

He was the master of pranks

They don’t call him a genius for nothing, folks

You accepted Tony’s delivery and got to work setting it up.

You sent a quick text to him to make sure he was able to keep his part in order

A winky face and a peace sign

Classy Stark

Natasha was debriefing her next mission when Tony entered the room.

“Natasha, Code Red”

“What? We don’t use codes. What are you talking about Stark?”

“Somethings happened” his face was pale

She left and entered the hall with him to which he took a shaky breath.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re about to tell me something I really don’t want to hear?”

“…. Experience?”

She crossed her arms over her chest

“Y/n said they were getting bored on time off. So I thought I’d sent a surprise drone to help… cheer them up”

“And?”

“It wasn’t my drone. It got hacked or intercepted. I’ve got shield agents on the way but the rest of the big guys are gone.”

She was already walking away. Fear creeping in.

Why would Stark even help Y/n out… They weren’t even that close

She took her bike and broke every light on her way there.

She arrived to a shell of a home. Everything was in flames

Everything you had built together. All the memories. Now gone.

She collapsed to her knees. Where was everyone? Why was there no help?

Your hand touched her shoulder and she looked up.

Her hand whipped around and tackled you to the ground.

“This wasn’t funny”

“Did I get you?”

She smirked angrily. “Just clean this up”

And she walked into the house ignoring the drones and the illusions them casted.

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okay! you guys get to help me pick who I upload next week! I'm doing a post a day (7 in total starting monday) to get my inbox cleared out. 86 asks give me anxiety lmao! and work and school and family shit has taken all my time up.

so!!!

[12 VOTES] a week of scarlett and nat?

or

[10 VOTES] a week of surprises? meaning you dk who! but it's not scarlett or nat lmao. sooooo yes!

#black widow x reader #brie larson x reader #diana prince x reader #nastasha romanoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wonder woman x reader #scarlett Johansson #captain marvel #brie larson #natasha romanoff #Elizabeth olsen #gal gadot #wonder woman #black widow #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader

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stay

fem!reader x natasha

part 1 | part 2

a/n: thank you for all the support on parts one and two. i know i promised smut, and i diddd go into this intending to write some, but it just didn’t happen. sorry to disappoint. i don’t think i’ll do a part 4, that seems a bit overkill, i think? unless a lot of people want it. i have plenty of other nat ideas in my head that i think y’all would like though!! ALSO. i am Muslim!! idk how alcohol works very well!! so i’m sorry if this is inaccurate

summary: you drink a little too much and natasha looks after you.

genre: tiny bit of angst, lots of fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption, r comes onto nat while drunk, not a warning but wanda’s there too for a bit 

word count: 1k

it’s 3am when the gang finally decides to head back to the compound. you’re drunk out of your mind. you can’t even remember what drinks you’ve consumed, you lost count around the fourth shot of vodka. you don’t drink often, and when you do, it’s rarely in such copious amounts, but you had gotten irritated at nastasha ignoring you. the entire night, she was acting as if you didn’t even exist. now, you leaned against steve’s shoulder, the room spinning, while the others discussed what to do with you. “since when does y/n drink so much?” mumbled wanda, brushing your hair to the side and resting the back of her hand on your cheek like she was a mother checking if her child had a fever. you hummed as you gazed up at her, flushed and warm from the excess alcohol. she smiled back at you, and then you were helped to your feet, by who? you can’t exactly remember. you leaned on wanda all the way outside. 

“wanda,” you managed to say, giggling, “.. the sky looks amazing.” you pause in the middle of the parking lot to gaze at it in bewilderment while wanda merely laughs, trying to move you along. “you know what the sky reminds me of?” you murmur as the two of you continue walking, “what?” wanda entertains, curious. you stop and turn to look her dead in the eyes, gripping her shoulders. she raises an eyebrow. you lean in and whisper, “natasha.” like a kid spilling secrets at a sleepover and then let another giggle escape your lips. you squeal, suddenly, while wanda processes the information you’ve just relayed. “she’s amazinggg.. right?” you wrap your arm around her shoulders and keep walking merrily, “just like the sky..” you poke at her arm sheepishly, “you think so too, don’t you?” 

natasha trailed behind the two of you, clearly not happy at how much wanda was touching you, at how much you were touching her. she wanted to be the one whos shoulder you leaned on, the one who combed their fingers through your hair as you dozed off in their lap, but her pride got the better of her. she was too stubborn to come on to you first, not again, not after how you’ve reacted in the past. if you wanted her, you had to come get her yourself. which, considering how drunk you were, was most likely not happening tonight. “nat!” wanda’s voice pulled her out of her trance as her gaze landed on the two of you, she rolled her eyes, but made her way to the vehicle. there were two cars, clint and the guys had already taken off with the other one. “keep her company in the back seat. i’ll drive.” she said as she opened the door for you and ushered you inside, giving natasha a pointed look. “play nice.” 

in the car, you settled against the leather seats, looking to natasha every few seconds to see what she was doing, if she was watching you at all. “alright, what is it?” she finally said after noticing your behavior, sighing. you rolled your eyes. “oh, so you’re not ignoring me anymore?” you mumbled an additional unintelligible statement and let your head fall against her shoulder, shifting closer to her so that you could plant a kiss on her neck if you wanted to. she sighed, unconvincingly. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” she spoke with an uninterested tone, fully aware of wanda’s presence. you shake your head, sighing in irritation. your hand wraps around her waist and you nuzzle her neck as your eyes flutter shut. even now, inebriated and falling asleep, it doesn’t escape you that she lets you stay that way for the rest of the drive.

when you reach the compound, nat helps you out the backseat. you refuse to let go of her as you walk to the entrance. wanda looks amused, partially uncomfortable, but mostly like she feels like she’s interrupting an intimate moment. “you can handle this, can’t you?” she questions natasha. the red head looks down at you, clinging to her, and shrugs compliantly. wanda says her goodnights and off the two of you were. the whole way to your room, you find ways to touch her, lean on her, get your lips as close as they can get to her flesh. you mumble phrases or strings of words that make hardly any sense and she continuously shushes you, but you don’t relent. when she’s busy shutting the door behind the two of you, you trap her in place and she turns to find you pushed up against her, your chest pressed to hers. “y/n?” she exclaims, so caught off guard she has to stifle a laugh at your courage. “nat..” you plead, tugging on her dress. “you are driivvvingg mee crazy.” you lift your head to the ceiling with a frustrated huff. you always got so transparent when you drank. 

she looks down at you, an unfamiliar, softened expression on her face. “please..just..” you exhale, feeling like you weirdly have the upper hand. “just one kiss.” she shakes her head and cups your face gently. “not now. not like this.” you sigh, defeated, but don’t argue as she grabs your hand and leads you away from the door. she unzips your dress, and you stand there as she shuffles through your closet. she picks out a pair of maroon shorts and a gray sweatshirt and then helps you put them on. somewhere along the way you began rambling about the sky again, and she listened and nodded, uncomplaining. when it was finally time to sleep, she tucked you in, and you looked up at her in a complete daze, unsure any of it was real. she leaned down and pressed a soft peck against your forehead. “stay.” you found yourself saying the word before you had a chance to consider the weight of it. “don’t go, nat.” 

somehow, it must have worked, because you woke up the next morning with her in your bed, still in her uncomfortable clothes from last night. her eyelids moved ever so slightly like she was lost in a dream, her hair cascaded down the pillow and all around her like a halo of red.

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[darkh3llscap3]

Kinktober List (2021)

Main Masterlist

Day 1: Breeding- Jimmy Darling

Day 2: Mommy kink- Peter Maximoff

Day 3: Thigh Riding- Bucky Barnes

Day 4: Dry humping- Kit Walker

Day 5: Bulge Kink- Steve Rogers

Day 6: Mutual Masturbation- Kyle Spencer

Day 7: Lingerie- Natasha Romanoff

Day 8: Office sex- Bruce Banner

Day 9: Accidental Stimulation- Peter Maximoff

Day 10: Cockwarming- Peter Maximoff (Not out)

Day 11: Praise Kink- Thor Odinson (Not out)

Day 12: Face Fucking- Kai Anderson (Not out)

Day 13: Spectrophilia- Tate Langdon (Not out)

Day 14: Dacryphillia- Kai Anderson (Not out)

Day 15: Voyeurism- James March (Not out)

Day 16: Hate Fucking- Bucky Barnes (Not out)

Day 17: Bondage- Jeff Pfister (Not out)

Day 18: Skinny dipping- Kai Parker (Not out)=

Day 19: Corruption- Wanda Maximoff (Not out)

Day 20: Aphrodisiac- Kai Parker (Not out)

Day 21: Apocalypse- Bucky B., and Loki L. (Not out)

Day 22: Car Sex- Peter Parker (Not out)

Day 23: Blood Play- Austin Sommers (Not out)

Day 24: Cam Show- Rory Monahan (Not out)

Day 25: Exibitionism- Loki Laufeyson (Not out)

Day 26: Costume- Peter Parker (Not out)

Day 27: Blackmail- Tony Stark (Not out)

Day 28: Caught- Wanda Maximoff (Not out)

Day 29: Gangbang- Loki Laufeyson (Not out)

Day 30: Power Play- President Loki (Not out)

Day 31: Monsterkink- Loki Laufeyson (Not out)

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[anotherwritersblog]

Title: Good Girl

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 934

Warnings: What's a plot?, mutual and female masturbation, Daddy kink, mentions of sexting, fondling, pet names (Baby, Bunny, Good Girl - hence the title) suggestive/language, just absolute smut. Anyone younger than the age of 18 caught interacting with this piece will be blocked.

Author's Note: Here's my try at any sort of smut 🙃🙈 Mistakes are my own.

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In no way, shape, or form, do you have permission to repost this anywhere

“Oh, Bunny. Is all of this for me?” her hand slid through the slick of your folds as you moaned out nothing but pleasure.

“Yes, Daddy. All for you.”

Nat had teased you with text messages while you were at work today, including pictures of her bare body on show and her strap at attention. It felt as if this was punishment, when she kept claiming it was a reward waiting for you when you got home today.

And awaiting it was.

When you arrived home, you kicked your shoes off at the front door and tossed your keys onto the side table, barely making the bowl.

There were no signs of her in the kitchen, living room, or laundry room, leaving the shared bedroom left to investigate. When you opened the door, your eyes grew big with an urge. A need. Lust.

Spread out on the bed, legs open to the best view in the house, she was two fingers, knuckle deep in her own pussy. You could see the juices begin to drip down and make a mess of the freshly cleaned sheets. She was unaware of the audience at bay until she heard her favorite sound coming from the door. Her eyes opened to see you leaned against the door frame, with your hand down the front of your jeans. You just couldn’t help keeping your own fingers from touching that little bundle of nerves.

You thought she would have stopped and beckoned you towards her with her own wet fingers, but she didn’t. Those emerald, green eyes held any and all contact with yours and she continued to pump her fingers in and out of her pussy.

You watched in awe, and dare you say, jealousy. You wanted those fingers deep inside your aching body. No.

You needed them.

She began to speed up her journey, so you tried to match it as well. You could feel the coil begin to tighten and all you could think to do was beg.

“Please, Daddy. Please can I cum?” It was taking everything in your power to be the good girl you were and listen, but there was that sliver of brat waiting to burst if you were denied this orgasm right now.

“You sound so pretty when you beg, baby. Go ahead. Cum for Daddy,” this allowance let you free, and your body was soon shaking from such pleasure. As you came down from the high, you noticed that she was now sitting up on her knees, finally motioning you to come closer with her own glistening fingers.

You slid your jeans off and stripped out of your top, baring nothing but the lacy red bralette and matching cheeky panties you wore today.

Climbed into the bed, you crawled until you were chest to chest with Nat. You were lost in the sparkle of her eyes, feeling the hardened buds on her chest rise and fall against your own with each breathe she took.

The fingers that were once buried deep within her pussy, were now lingering along your bottom lip. You slightly opened your mouth, allowing her to push each finger in, using your tongue to clean any trace of herself. Your tongue swirled around each knuckle, embracing the simple yet sweet taste of your girlfriend.

The moans elicited from her mouth only dampened the front of your panties even more.

“What a good girl, cleaning Daddy’s fingers so well. I think you’ve finally earned your reward today. Turn around and sit on your knees, Bunny.” And being the good girl you were, you followed the simple instructions given.

On your knees, you sat on the heels of your feet, legs slightly spread open. The air circulating throughout the room sent a shiver down your spine and your chest to attention. You heard rummaging behind you and felt the bed dip in several places.

The hesitation was killing you until you felt her delicate hands run up your thighs, until one hand reached your hip and the other dipped into the front of your panties.

To say they were ruined was an understatement.

First one finger, then two were swiping through your folds, provoking nothing but soft moans from your lips. Hers, on the other hand, were leaving a trail of kisses from one shoulder to the other.

“Oh, Bunny. Is all of this for me?” she brought her fingers to eye level, as you both watched the line of cum stretch between the fingers she spread apart.

“Yes, Daddy. All for you,” you whined before she slipped them into your mouth. You could taste the difference between yourself and Nat, but it wasn’t by much. You always said she tasted sweeter because her body didn’t have anywhere to store her sweetness but her pussy.

When she removed her fingers, she nudged your head to the side and met your lips with hers. Her tongue swiped along the bottom of your lip, almost asking for permission to enter. You allowed her in, as she indulged the taste of yourself on your tongue. Her hands roaming down the front of your body, fondling your breasts.

As she moved closer behind you, you felt something nudge between your cheeks. The thing you had been waiting for all day.

“Alright, Bunny. I’m going to ask that you bend over and arch that pretty little back for me. Spread your legs just a little more so Daddy can get nice and deep into that dripping cunt of yours and fill you up.”

And being the good girl you were, you did as you were told.

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[supremedinosaur]

not expected

WandaNat X g!n reader

Uncut Gems AU

Warnings: cursing

Summary: The couples teenage daughter, Annie, has been acting a bit strange. After some chats with her parents, she finally comes clean.

Word count: 1500

A/N: This was just written in good fun. I really wasn’t going to upload this until @multifandomme gassed me for it, so thank her if you liked this.

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The sun had begun to set on the horizon and the glint of sunlight peeked through the window of the kitchen. Dinner had just finished in the household leaving Wanda and Y/N alone to chat in the kitchen. Annie was keeping to herself in her room like any other teenager her age. Natasha was finishing up a work call with Clint, but would be done soon.

In the past few weeks, their daughter has been acting somewhat unusual. Although it was fairly normal Annie didn’t want to hang around her parents as much. The girl would usually stick around to watch a movie with them around this time. But lately, she’s been isolating herself in her room, and less interested in art than normal.

“Honey, have you talked to Annie recently?” Y/N questions gently, trying to handle the subject cautiously. They were sitting on a bar stool at the kitchen island, fidgeting with their fingers anxiously. 

“What you do you mean? We were just having dinner with her two minutes ago…” Wanda brushed off with her back turned as she finished up cleaning up the kitchen. 

“No… I mean like really talked? She seems different,” they insisted with an unsure tone.

“She’s sixteen, babe. We can barely get her to talk about her day,” Wanda reassures as she wipes her hands dry with a dish towel.

“You’re right. Maybe I’m just overthinking things again,” Y/N concedes and nods their head in agreement. 

After a couple minutes of silence, Y/N lets out a sigh and Wanda walks over to give them a comforting kiss on the temple. The two were too distracted with each other to notice the entrance of their missing partner. 

Natasha casually walks into the kitchen to get a glass of water, after presumably finishing her phone call with Clint and Bucky.

“What are you two talking about?” She wondered, giving them a questioning look while taking a sip of water.

“Y/N thinks there’s something going on with Annie,” Wanda replies immediately, almost as she was snitching.

“Okay, tha-,“ they start to defend but they’re quickly cut off by the red head. “Oh yeah, there’s definitely something going on,” Natasha confirms without a second thought.

“SEE!” Y/N protested, gesturing to their wife as evidence. 

Wanda suspiciously looked from one spouse to the other. “Are you reading our daughter’s social media again? We agreed to let her have her privacy,” she questioned with her eyes narrowed at Natasha.

At this point, Y/N had their arm around Nat’s waist while they remained seated, signifying the two as a team against Wanda. A warmth spread between the two from the affection that went unspoken.

“No, it was one time! I said I wouldn’t do it again. She just seems like she has a lot on her mind lately,” Natasha denied with her arms crossed like a little kid.

“I just thought, she was going through a ‘too cool for parents phase’ again.” Wanda sighed leaning against the island with a slight tinge of disappointment in herself.

“Hey, it’s okay. You just wanted to respect her space, where as we are probably too over protective,” Y/N explained placing their hand over hers. 

“What do we do?” Wanda inquired lifting her gaze, look at the two, as if they were having a silent mental conversation. There was a slight pause as each person looked at the other with a questioning gleam. 

“Ask her?” Y/N dared to say what they were all thinking. Yet again there was a tense pause, until they all shouted ‘Not it’ and touched their noses. 

“Fuck! But she’s scary,” Y/N whined in protest, once they realized they lost. 

“That’s because she’s exactly like me,” Natasha joked hugging Y/N from behind and swaying them lightly.

 “You can do it baby. If anyone could get through to her it’s you,” Wanda encouraged peppering a few kisses on their face.

“You’re just saying that because you don’t want to either!” Y/N exclaimed pushing her away slightly. Wanda knowingly giggled and threw her head back.

“Fuck fine, give me kisses first,” Y/N groaned as each partner gave them a kiss on the lips.

Y/N takes a deep breath and ventures upstairs to their daughters room. Annie was the spitting image of her mother and all of her personality to match. It was like Natasha had birthed her carbon copy. As Annie came into her teenage years, it only got worse with all the angst, but Y/N wouldn’t admit that to the girls. 

With one last deep breath and a masking over their fear, Y/N knocked gently on the door. “Come in,” they could barely hear her say.

When they opened the door, they saw their daughter semi-curled up on her bed, clutching her stuffed gator from when she was a baby. Snuggly in her ears were white earbuds, likely connected to the phone that laid an arms reach away from her. Annie didn’t seem sad but she certainly seemed like she had something on her mind.

“What’s going on nugget?” Y/N asked with their voice gliding into a softness. 

They moved to sit on the side of her bed by her feet, softly grasping the girls calf in comfort. 

“Nothing just listening to some music,” she replied not meeting her parents gaze and picking at her gator.

“I see. Do you wanna come down and watch some movies with mom’s and I?” 

“Maybe another day, I’m a bit tired today,” she declined. Annie tried to hide the slight tremble in her lip, but Y/N could still see her. 

“Okay, we love you sweetie. Come get us if you need us,” they reminded her and leaned down to give their daughter a kiss on the cheek. As they walk out her room, their heart broke but they wanted to respect the girls boundaries. 

Y/N walked down to report to their wives, but gave them a simple head shake

—-

A few weeks later, Wanda was in the car driving their daughter to school. Soft music was playing in the background just loud enough to entertain but low enough to have a conversation. Wanda hummed every now and then as Annie started out the window next to her, lost in thought.

“Mom?” Annie called out softly to which she earned a hum in response. “How did you know you were gay?”

Wanda’s humming stopped, somewhat alarmed at the random question. The woman thought for a second before forming a response. “Well honey… when I was your age, I tried going out with boys but I just didn’t feel any connection with them. I started to think I wasn’t capable of love until I met your mama and baba,” she responded as she looked at her daughter for a reaction.

Annie kept her face emotionless and continued looking out the window, lost in thought.

“It’s okay to be curious, honey,” Wanda went on as she turned into the school drop off zone.

Annie nodded and bit her lip, looking down at her lap. “Thanks mom,” she said as she picked up her bag and opened the door.

“I love you honey. Have a good day at school,” Wanda waved once her daughter stood with her hand on the car door. With a quick ‘you too,’ Annie was off.

Wanda watched her daughter walk into the entrance with a slight look of concern. After her daughter made into the building she pulled out her phone and opened the group chat between the parents named ‘No homo’.

Annie just asked how I knew I was gay

Finally all my handwork has paid off, Y/N replied.

What did you tell her? Natasha asked.

I just told her the truth

With that, Wanda put her phone down and drove to work. 

—-

When the family got home and had dinner, it seemed like the mood had begun to look up. Annie was laughing along with the family and engaging in conversation more than the weeks prior.

“Okay, wait I have a surprise for you guys,” the teenager added before her parents got up.

Annie rushed off into the kitchen, leaving the parents puzzled as what the girl could have up her sleeve. When she returned, they noticed that she had a white cake in her hands and a single lit candle. She put the cake down and her parents jaws dropped.

“I’m sorry, I’m straight,” Natasha read as they all stared at the white frosted cake with red piped letters. After an awkward second, Y/N let out a loud laugh, clearly entertained by their child.

“My child is… straight?” Y/N gulped slowly with a fake hint of disgust.

“Are you sure honey? You remember our conversation in the car right?” Wanda hesitated turning her head to her child.

“Yes, please don’t be mad at me,” Annie pleaded as she nervously bit her lip.

“No baby, we could never be mad at you over this,” Natasha comforted her pulling her into hug her child. Y/N stares at the cake in shocked and speechless. “Right, Y/N,” she gritted smacking them on the back of the head.

“Ow, yeah. We love and accept you baby,” Y/N stated unconvincingly. Y/N sliced through the cake and began serving the slices of vanilla. 

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[spideyyboii]

Christmas Can Be Fun

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

summary: unknown to you, your girlfriend hated Christmas and everything that goes with it. So when December rolls around and your apartment is filled with decorations there's not much to do but panic. 

warnings: natasha being a grinch

word count: 1.2k 

||natasha romanoff masterlist||main masterlist||christmas masterlist||

When yours and Natasha’s relationship began she had made you aware of the way she grew up. How the Red Room had conditioned her into a killing machine with no mercy, she also shared that she’d never experienced a real Christmas. Only once in her childhood had she been shown a tree with presents sitting under it and that was to keep the facade of a happy family.

Your first Christmas with Natasha was hard, even though she had been freed from the Red Room for nine years she had still avoided the topic of Christmas. Once December first rolls around the redhead is quick to start pushing her teammates and friends away, especially Clint. So when your first Christmas together came up you were beyond confused as to why your girlfriend happened to be avoiding you every chance she got.

“Hey Clint, sorry to bother you but you’ve known Nat along time has she by any chance mentioned her reasoning for avoiding me?” You questioned the man hoping the two friends had sat and spoken about what was bothering your partner. “Oh honey, don’t stress it’s got nothing to do with you Nat just isn’t a fan of Christmas it reminds her of what she never had. Every year Laura and I invite her to join us and every year she turns it down. I think it just reminds her of the fact that she never got a real family.” Clint explained hoping it would calm your nerves. “Thanks Clint, I really appreciate you talking to me about this, might make it easier for when I next see her.”

After your conversation with Clint you were more understanding of your partner's reasoning for ignoring you, however it did sting that she felt as though she couldn’t express her feelings to you. You were aware that there was nothing you could do to show Natasha that Christmas could be fun as she’s already spent her entire life hating everything that went with it.

Once you eventually saw your girlfriend you tried to avoid the topic of Christmas as you didn’t want to spoil her mood but it seemed extremely challenging. “So I was thinking we could do dinner at your place tonight as Tony plans on making the Compound a Winter Wonderland.” The redhead said in disgust, “No!” You exclaimed, shocking the woman in front of you, “How about we go out to eat, my place is probably a bit boring for you. You know staring at the same four walls.” You rambled hoping she’d drop the topic of your apartment that was currently covered in Christmas decorations. “Why on earth would I want to go out and be surrounded by people I don’t know when I could be snuggling with my girlfriend in the privacy of her home?” She questioned finding it suspicious that you didn't want her in your apartment. “What are you hiding from me darling? There's something in your apartment that you don’t want me to see.” She continued. “Baby, it’s just that my place is very festive and I don’t want to upset you. I decorated before I knew you-” Before you could finish explaining the redhead had cut you off with a gentle kiss, “Darling I may not be particularly fond of this time of year but I won't stop you from celebrating. I know how much you enjoy Christmas and buying everyone presents so they feel special so when Christmas Day rolls around I’ll try to enjoy myself. Now let's get to that apartment of yours and you can introduce me to some of your favourite films.”

You spent the rest of the evening under the blankets with Natasha, showing her the most popular christmas films, her favourite turned out to be the Grinch. You both agreed that the Grinch did nothing wrong and that Whoville deserved to have their Christmas stolen after the way they treated the Grinch. “So have you enjoyed today?” You asked, hoping she’d be honest with you, “I’m surprised at how much fun the lead up to Christmas can be, I’ve enjoyed sitting here and doing nothing except from watching movies and drinking hot chocolate. I wanna do it properly this year. Would you be annoyed if I asked Clint for us to join him?” Your girlfriend rambled on making your heart flutter as you never expected her to be this open to the idea of celebrating a day that’s always made her sad.

Once she got off the phone with Clint and he agreed to have you both celebrate with the Barton family, you were ecstatic. “Nat, we need to get Clint and the family a present, you know him best, what would he want?” You rambled beyond excited about celebrating with the one you love.

Before you knew it Christmas Day was here, you woke Nat up at the crack of dawn barely able to contain your excitement. “It’s Christmas!” You shouted, causing the redhead to groan, “five more minutes.” She mumbled not matching your excitement. “I have coffee and presents.” You bribed. Once Nat had downed her coffee she finally joined you in having the Christmas spirit, “This is for you, it’s not very big but I hope you like it.” You said whilst handing your girlfriend a neatly wrapped present, anxious to see her reaction. “Baby, this is beautiful, thank you. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” The redhead pulled you in for a kiss, tears welling in her eyes at your thoughtful present. “How did you even get half of these?” She asked with a laugh. “I may have forced Tony to go through the CCTV of everywhere we’ve been. He wasn’t very willing but I think he knew just how important it was to me, I really wanted you to have an amazing first Christmas.” You explained happy that your memory book of your relationship with Natasha was appreciated. “Well, I couldn’t have asked for anything better. I love you, now open my gift.” Nat said whilst handing you a small gift with a nervous smile on her face. As you opened the gift it was as though you fell more in love with the woman in front of you, she had gifted you a necklace that had her black widow symbol hanging from it. “I remember you saying you hate when I go away on missions so I thought you could have a piece of me with you at all times.” She said hoping you didn’t find it stupid. “Natasha Romanoff. I love you, thank you for making me the luckiest girl on the planet.”

Eventually yourself and Nat were done with your festivities and decided to make your way to the Barton household. “If it becomes too overwhelming for you, don’t hesitate to tell me and we can leave.” You told Natasha knowing that this could upset her. The door was thrown open by a young girl, “Auntie Nat, you came!” She exclaimed pulling the redhead into the house, “I see you’ve met Lila, she’s wanted Nat to come to Christmas for years so it’s safe to say she’s a bit excited.” Clint explained giving you a hug, “There’s no need to worry, she’s going to be just fine. We’re her family and she’ll understand that Christmas is wonderful when you spend it with the ones you love.” He continued smiling at the sight of his best friend unwrapping presents with his children.

Before you knew it Christmas was over, you were full of Turkey and unhealthy treats made by the kids. Nat and you decided it would be best to crash at Clint’s for the evening, “Thank you for today, you showed me that Christmas is worth celebrating.”

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[myfavoriteficss]

do you know a fic where reader meets natasha at the red room because natasha is helping train her generation and reader has to kill her best friend and natasha sees that reader still has a soul and meets her under the stairs and eventually becomes sort of like her mentor but then reader gets captured by hydra and after a while the avengers find her and nat takes her home?

I do not remember reading this one. I am so sorry! Hopefully someone else can help you out!

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