Warning: Mentions and descriptions of abuse, and eating disorder. I think thatās it. If there are any more, I should add thatās also a trigger warning, lmk. I do not control what you consume online.You have been warned!
A/n: If any of the content is triggering for you, do not read or skip the y/n pov part since that is the only part of this fic that I put a warning for. If you chose to read this fic and have been triggered, please seek help and do not send any hate to me or any other amazing mutual writers out there just b/c you chose to ignore warnings! I will come after you if any of you do! You have been warned!
A/sn: age gap relationship. Nat is 33 and r is 20. Sry if i failed to put this up earlier š
A/sn 2: This fic was heavily inspired by Bazziās new album Infinite dream. If y'all are interested plz go listen to it on Spotify or apple music or anywhere itās available. Also, I found it interesting that there is a dessert out there called Strawberry Romanoff and its origin is really interesting. so I was inspired to name it after our fav Tasha Bear.
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Word count: 3,906 š¤·āāļø If any of that matters. Also sry if itās very long for a first chapter š
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āDoes it hurt?ā Asked the rabbit. āSometimes,ā said the skin horse, for he was always truthful. āWhen you are real, you donāt mind being hurt.ā - Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit
Your ideal date was not exactly spending time at the gym, but when Natasha asked you to join her, you didn’t want to say no. Never really one to workout, you figure you’ll just stand around and watch Natasha.
Seeing her in action is your idea of a perfect date. Her body is muscular, and she knows what it does to you. Nat called you and asked you to go with her, so you got dressed and waited for her to pick you up.
You spent most of your life being disappointed at all the people you tried to date.
Don't take it the wrong way, but there was always something that displeased you in a way that you couldnāt brush off. Your first girlfriend would do overly romantic gestures that you were fairly sure she was getting ideas from the rom-com she was fascinated with. The relationship didnāt last that long, although she kept the record of the most amount of gifts any girlfriend ever gave you for many years after that. The girl that came after her was the complete opposite, difficult to show any emotions and very closed off. You fell hard, of course, and had your heart broken several times by her. She cheated, she lied, she manipulated, and she wouldnāt even tell you she loved you unless it was when you found out about another one of her affairs. You made yourself go through that hell for nearly three years.
After that, you vowed to give yourself some time to recover, to be alone and think about your own life. You were almost done with college at that point but that didnāt stop you from suddenly becoming the party girl you couldnāt be for the last few years. None of your one-night stands were remarkable enough for you to want a second round with them, even when some would ask and beg for it. It was fun, but you also met every type of girl in your adventures.
When you finally met someone again and tried to start a new relationship, things just didnāt work out. No dramas, it just didnāt. It was nice at first, but the spark was gone so fast that you two became friends very quickly. You were done with college soon after you broke up, so you packed your things and moved to NY.
It's not like you made a conscious decision not to date anyone. You didnāt put any walls around your heart or anything like that. What happened was that no one seemed to be able to catch your attention for more than a few dates. It was like they would bore you somehow, which was insane to think because you were sure they were all great people.
Just not the right ones for you.
So you kept living in NY while going through a small rampage of quick dates. You found a job, you started your career, you got yourself a nice apartment that was way more expensive than you thought it should be, you made some friends, and you lived the freedom of the early twenties.
Warnings: Cursing, age gap, office romance, slightly mean Nat, intersex (but it will only come soon!), no hate towards Sharon :)
Hi Anon! Itās going to be a miniseries again because The Proposal is my all-time favorite romcom (love SANDY B!) and itās kind of fitting anyway. Nat is in her early 40s and the readerās mid-20s, okay? I think Sands was 45 in that movie.
You muttered underneath your breath as you tried to slip past the crowd.
Your alarm clock rang on time, but your body didnāt wake up on time, and now you were in a rush to get your bossās coffee because, if not, sheād chew you down with her endless words filled with anger and more.
āY/n! Hey!ā Athena called you over the line, and you sighed in relief. āHere you go! Your regular lattes.ā
āThank you, thank you! You saved my life!ā You grinned sweetly towards the other woman with whom youāve shared a special bond because of the times that she has saved you from getting the tardiness talk with your punctual boss. You then rushed to the traffic, mingling with the cars, to cross over the street to go and enter your building. Thankfully, just as the doors of the elevator were about to close, you ended up entering just in time. You turned your head, panting, to your co-worker beside you. āAre you okay there, buddy?ā
He nodded shortly and said, āYes.ā
āYeah, me too!ā You smiled.
The ride in the elevator was quiet, but you felt relieved when you realized that you were four minutes earlier than your boss. The doors soon opened, and just as you were rushing through your bossās office, you suddenly collided with the janitor named Fred, causing the one cup of coffee to spill all over your clothes.
āSweet jesus!ā
āIām so sorry!ā He apologized profusely, and you didnāt have the heart to get mad because heās a good man.
But still.
Youāve got a soaking button-up blouse, making you rush towards your friendās corner to borrow hers because you know youāll be sitting on an hour and a half lecture about your dirty clothes at work.
And nobody wants that.
āIāve got Taylor Swift Eras Tour tickets, VIPs, and I need a shirt in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2..ā
āMorning hassle?ā Kate chuckled lowly, already removing her suit jacket to go change with you in the corner.
āThanks!ā You breathed out, grabbing one of the coffee cups before rushing towards the witchās office because youād already heard the loud clacking noises of her annoying stilettos. āMorning, boss. You have a conference meeting in 30 minutes.ā
āYes. The one with the team where weāll talk about their useless opinions because theyāre just all words and no action, I know.ā
āBriefing with Director Fury by 9 o'clock.ā
āDid you call the one with theāthe ugly attitude like her?ā
āSharon.ā You nodded. āI told her sheād be fired if she didnāt pass her files by 4. The immigration also called-ā
āCancel the call. Push the meeting to tomorrow. Keep the lawyer on the sheets,ā Natasha mumbled while typing aggressively on her keyboard. āYou should know our priorities by now.ā
Just as you were about to respond, the phone rang loudly, causing you to jog over the table to go and pick it up.
āMiss Romanoffās office.ā You greeted through the phone, āYes, Director, youāre calling us in your officeāand weāre on our way.ā You answered when you saw Natashaās signal. āYes. Weāll be there in 5. Thank you.ā
āGo grab the document that I told you to finish a few days ago,ā Natasha instructed with her monotone voice while she grabbed her coffee and turned around. You were about to do as she said when suddenly, you heard Natasha speak again, āUm, whoās Athena, and why does she want me to call her?ā
You turned around, grimacing when you saw her raised brows, holding the cup of coffee with some written phone number. āWell, that was originally my cup.ā
She squinted her eyes. āAnd Iām drinking your coffee, why?ā
āBecause your coffee spilled.ā You watch her take a sip slowly.
āSo you drink unsweetened cinnamon-light soy lattes?ā Natasha questioned carefully. You could practically feel the sharpness of her jawbone as she looked at you through those dangerous eyes of hers.
āI do,ā You replied, biting your inner cheeks. āItās like Christmas in a cup.ā
āChristmas in a cup, my ass.ā
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āExcuse me, gentlemen.ā You knocked against the hardwood door just as instructed and practiced. āMiss Fosterās calling over the phone unstoppably, and I keep telling her youāre otherwise engaged with some-ā
Natasha signaled you sharply to come inside the room after she looked at you weirdly for a good while, as if some light bulb had just snapped inside her head, and you reluctantly agreed, even if it was against your will.
āGentlemen,ā Natasha started with her sickly sweet smile that you know, even from a distance, is a fake one of hers, but sheās always good at covering it up. āI understand the predicament that we are in. The thing about my deportation is kind ofāand this might come as a surprise, but I assure you, no deportation will happen because well, Y/n and Iāare, um, getting married..ā You suddenly felt dizzy when those words were let out of her mouth. āYes, you heard it right. Weāre getting married.ā
āWhoās getting married?ā Ross questioned with his white hair, chin-filled beard, and sarcastic look.
āOh, you know, Y/n and I,ā Natasha answered with ease, even though you felt your whole world thicken with tension. āJust like your former assistant, Mirandaāwhom you fired because your wife found out about your affair,ā Your boss smirked when she finally got the upper hand again. āY/n and Iā¦ we werenāt meant to fall in love, but we did, and now weāre getting married.ā
āWhoāsā¦?ā You couldnāt even utter a sentence because you stood there, completely dumbfounded. You were bombarded with this conversation that you had never even once in your life imagined happening. āWhoās getting marriedā¦?ā
āYou and I.ā Natasha pinched your side so as not to make the others see. āAre getting married.ā
Cruel. Witch.
You blinked owlishly and repeated, āYou and I areā¦ā
āYou and I are getting married, baby.ā Natasha awkwardly hugged you, patting your back while you coughed silently with the force that her palm had carried. āWeāre getting married soon, my love.ā
āWow.ā You fishmouthed, your brain running through a million miles while your mouth stayed rooted in its agape. āYouā¦ you and I are getting married?ā
āYes.ā She faced the director, whoās been eerily silent ever since youāve entered. āSo, are we good here? Is there anything else?ā
āUm,ā Ross cleared his throat loudly, āJust make it official, Miss Romanoff.ā
āRight!ā Natasha nodded. āWedding rings. Ceremonies. Got it. Of course.ā
āMm, congratulations on the engagement, though.ā
āThanks, Directors.ā Natasha briefly bid her goodbyes, and then you and her were off to go.
You followed her silently from behind, already hearing the defeaning murmurs of your co-workers, and you were already sweating profusely as you followed and shut the door behind the both of you.
Natasha sat through her paperwork, signing here and there like she hadnāt just set your whole world upside down with her (not so) little announcement.
āUm, excuse me, were you not there?ā You scoffed sarcastically, your jaw clenching while your fists shook uncomfortably against your sweaty palm. āWhat happened in there?ā
āWhat?ā Natasha raised her brow.
āWedding? Marriage?ā You whisper-shouted. āWhat the hell?!ā
āBelieve me, this will benefit you tremendously too,ā She replied, giving you a silent eye roll that you didnāt fail to see because your eyes were trained against her. āIf anything, you should be thanking me.ā
āDo explain.ā
āWell, for one, if Iām getting deported, youāll be automatically moved or fired, and I guarantee you, it will be the latter, and I know you donāt want that.ā Natasha finally looked up from her paperworks; she stopped everything that sheās doing as you stood there having an intense staring contest with her. āDonāt you?ā She scoffed, lolwly mumbling, āAnd itās not like youāre saving yourself for somebody else.ā
āWell, Iād like to think so.ā With gritted teeth, you shook your head from side to side and answered, āNo.ā
āExactly. So, now, weāre getting married.ā She uttered like it was the easiest and most normal thing in the world, āSchedule a meeting with the immigration department so everything will fall into place, yeah?ā
This is only a request if they’re open, if not enjoy the thots!
Stepmom!Nat finding reader humping a couch or anything in the area to get off cause her one night stand left her horny. R’s mom is out of town and Nat starts getting hard and realizes it’s now or never to have and cum inside her stepdaughter.
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PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader
WORD COUNT: 1956
WARNINGS: step parent/step child relationship, cheating (Nat is married to Rās mom, talks of unfulfilling marriages, Nat has a dick, smut obvi, jealousy, hook ups, 69āing, masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of anal, blowjobs, denied orgasm, praise, degrading, age gaps (legal), R is 19-20 ish and Nat is late 30ās - early 40ās, think thatās all :)
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Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Fingering, Edging, Bonadge, Orgasm denial, Oral, Nipple play, Mean Wanda, Overstimulation. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: Wanda and Natasha need to give their neglected baby some attention
You could feel the two sets of emerald eyes throwing daggers at you as you talked to their younger siblings. Your plan was working a little better than you had intended and you were just hoping theyād break soon. The plan was simple, flirt with pietro and yelena, get Wanda and Nat to give you attention like youāve been wanting all week.
Your girlfriends had promptly been ignoring you for over a week now and it was killing you. Honestly you had no idea why they were being so cold towards you. So you did what you did bestā¦scheme. And by the looks that both redheads were giving you it was definitely working.
This is only a request if they’re open, if not enjoy the thots!
Stepmom!Nat finding reader humping a couch or anything in the area to get off cause her one night stand left her horny. R’s mom is out of town and Nat starts getting hard and realizes it’s now or never to have and cum inside her stepdaughter.
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WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader
WORD COUNT: 1956
WARNINGS: step parent/step child relationship, cheating (Nat is married to Rās mom, talks of unfulfilling marriages, Nat has a dick, smut obvi, jealousy, hook ups, 69āing, masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of anal, blowjobs, denied orgasm, praise, degrading, age gaps (legal), R is 19-20 ish and Nat is late 30ās - early 40ās, think thatās all :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
[Y/n and Natasha in a restaurant, Natasha has just ordered]
Waiter:And what would you like?*Looking at y/n in a certain way as if they are into them.*
Y/n: Can I please have a-
Natasha to the waiter: I will rip out eyes, gut you like a fish, tie to my car and drive you around, eat your soul, send you to the firey pits of hell, force you to make a pact with the devil so you have to lick his hairy balls for the rest of your miserable, sad, tiny, uneventful, pathetic life if you look at them like that again.
The tension on the Quinjet was palpable. One could cut it with a knifeā¦
You, Agent Romanoff, and two other agents were flying back to the Avengers compound from a heated mission. As soon as you landed, Romanoff was nowhere to be seen. You scoffed at the redheads behavior.
āWhatās up?ā One of your fellow agents asked you.
Working Out
Your ideal date was not exactly spending time at the gym, but when Natasha asked you to join her, you didn’t want to say no. Never really one to workout, you figure you’ll just stand around and watch Natasha.
Seeing her in action is your idea of a perfect date. Her body is muscular, and she knows what it does to you. Nat called you and asked you to go with her, so you got dressed and waited for her to pick you up.
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