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i miss natasha so much. it’s actually crazy how she can fill up my heart with happiness every time i look into her green eyes or see her red hairs. i fall in love with her every time i read about her, keeping the memories alive, in every role she has in that story. for me they are glimpses of natasha’s lives across the multiverse where, despite her dark past, she’s finally happy and is loved.
still i miss her so much till my heart screams begging to have her laying beside me while i get lost in her skin scent and strong arms. i want her for me only for a day, i want to hold her hand, feel her soft lips, hear her laugh, her raspy voice, everything. only for a day.
i miss natasha, i miss her russian wods, her toughness of a powerful woman, i miss everything about her. i wish she could be mine for a split of time and then give her to the universe again. i want to slow dance with her, lay my head on her shoulders and share with her soft pecks watching at the end of the day fading away in my arms.
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live laugh love poetic nat ♡
hey boo, can u make 1800's reader and married nat having secret affair but reader convinces nat to run away with her somewhere else where they can live and love peacefully, inspired by ivy and the lakes
MAGNIFICENTLY CURSED
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: You question your need for running away with the woman you love passionately, but her dreamy desires do it for you anyway. // based on ivy by Taylor Swift; the lakes by Taylor Swift
Word Count: 1.0k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS+MEN DNI. set in the 1800s, infidelity, homophobia + closeting, allusions to smut not really described, nat is like a whole ass poet bro i will cry 😭
SEND ME REQUESTS BASED ON TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS
Author’s Note: hi anon, i hope this justifies your request <3 obviously this is emisue-dead poets society-anne with an e-elizabeth bennet coded bc i’m a raging lesbian with an obsession with the 1800s for no reason at all🤭
MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION
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Stealing glances with Natasha was the glory of her. She was a distinguished woman, known to be married to one of the most revered men in town. The ladies at the lunch discussed stories of her well established marriage, but no one knew the truth except you, and Natasha.
Sometimes you would go to meet her, with the excuse of needing to talk with her clinquishly. Her husband was a fine fellow, a gentleman who’d welcome you to their warm domicile, and let you take your time alone with his wife.
On the days when your blood boiled with envy of his nauseating smile, you’d meet her in forbidden places, near rivers of estrangement, and away from the common folk.
She held no love for him, you weren’t oblivious like the neighbourhood women. What made you bitter was the way he was associated with her throughout the town. He was the one credited with your efforts of making her the happiest woman around.
Oh how you longed for Natasha to be known as your lady.
But it’s worth struggling for, when she touches your lips, when she kisses them, and when her hands entangle with yours. “My most beloved,” she addresses you every time before she dares to break the space between the two of you. You respond, “Yes, my lady.” before leaning in.
It’s been years of meeting Natasha in darkness and in delight, touching her as if speaking of poetry. Your hands find their place in the heat beneath her gown, leaving her to the euphoria of gushing. She does the same for you in return, sometimes sitting on her knees to have a peek of what her fingers feel.
You have a rendezvous in the privacy of her own house, while he’s patiently sitting on the porch, doing something like pretending to read a newspaper. She sighs loudly against your kiss, it’s almost romantical.
He knocks on the shut door, asking if everything was alright. You break your contact with her abruptly, and answer him with a loud, stern voice, “Yes, Natasha is trying a new corset I brought along with me. Nothing to worry about.” He walks away with not a single penny of care, unbeknownst to everything you could do only if his wife had her corset taken off.
“I sense something bizarre about you today, my love.” she remarks, pushing your back against the stone cold wall, opposite to which is sat the notorious husband. To think the two of you could be vulnerable within inches was a terrifying thought. “I don’t think standing here is a good idea..”
“What would he even do if he finds us out? He can burn this house all he wants, at least my death greets me with you in my arms.”
“Natasha…”
“Tell me what is troubling you, my Y/N. What is so tragical that I can’t take it away from you?”
Her poetic mouth never failed to leave you enraptured. “W- well, all I've thought of since the past nights is running away. I mean to take you along, but I’m troubled by all the presumed consequences.”
“You meaning to take me along is singularly the greatest thing I’ve heard. To be with my muse, in a place where all the poets went to die, is a privilege I'm blessed to have.”
“I don’t belong, and Natasha, neither do you, you understand it, and I know it. But going out into the wild, with no shelter to take? I’m worried to death.”
“Again, my beloved, at least death greets us with you in my arms. I don’t fear it.”
You entwine your finger in her fierce red hair, and pull her face close to yours till you can hear her breathe and feel her heart pound against your chest and tell her, “Your musings, God, they make me want to be with you all the time, alone. Your poetry is the sole reason I live, dearest.”
“You’re the sole reason my poetry lives. You’re my muse, Y/N.”
You push her against her vanity, with an attempt to taste her delicacy, this time not confining her sounds to your secrecy. You lift up your leg, to give Natasha a place for grinding slowly. The skirt of her apron is lifted, along with her pale yellow dress.
The door smashes open, with her husband walking in, “You’ve been alone for far too- What is going on here?!”
Natasha speaks in a fake pleading voice, “Sir, let me explain to you.” before she gives you a long kiss, and grabs your hand. She squeezes your palm, hinting you to follow her along.
His chin falls agape, the green nerves of around his wrist pop out, irefully.
“What monstrosity is this, Natasha? I thought you were a pristine lady, but evidently you’re a disgustful woman! You should be- Get away from her Y/N!” He comes forward to push you away, but she doesn’t let him finish, and runs out of the house with you.
You hold up your dress to make yourself a room to run with her through the fields. After fleeing for a while, you notice he has missed the trail. So she tugs your arm again, making you run till you reach the illustrious lake, till you’re out of breath.
She laughs as you hold her in an embrace, and screams towards the deserted forests and mountains on the other side of the lake, “I can feel the freedom in me. I can feel it in my blood!” Her voice echoes back at you.
You join her laughter, eyes filled with tears, and cry out, “I am in love with Natasha! I am a woman, and I wholeheartedly love another.” She pecks your lips repeatedly, till you can’t stop laughing and hold her blushing red cheeks away from yours, “We’ll find ourselves a home, we’ll find us a way to live. I promise you.”
You lace her gentle hands with yours. They’re cold with the breeze and the disquietude. You grasp her untamed heart, and she cleaves on to your pain.
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#POETIC NAT#inspired by ivy and the lakes#MY BELOVED OMG#emisue vibes#runaway w/ nat#cottagecore lesbians
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i was talking to a character.ai natasha romanoff and i asked her if she knew cupcakke. she said her favorite song from cupcakke is "LGBT"
i've been wheezing for a whole minute coz even ai natasha is fruity
#natasha romanoff#cupcakke#fruity behavior#natasha romanoff x reader#live laugh love fruity natasha#natalia alianovna romanova#black widow#daddy natty yum#natasha romonova
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shine → summer day with natasha!
— . ♡ summer day with natasha
flower picking. motorcycle rides. sun bathing. holding hands while running through fields. swimming together. beach dates. stolen kisses. braiding nat's hair. collecting seashells. sight seeing. night cuddles.
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come back, babyyy :(((
Two years of Black Widow 😩
Nat i really miss you, Come back to me
#my baby my baby my baby#daddy natty yum#I MISS YOU NATTY#black widow x reader#marvel cinematic universe#natasha romanoff#natasha marvel#come baaaaaaack
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scrumpylicious yumyumyum
y’all know deepthroat by cupcakKe?? enough said..
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head empty, just thoughts of daddy natasha.
#natasha romanoff#natasha romonova#black widow#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#daddy natasha romanoff#daddy natasha#AAAAAA RAIL ME#pLS#daddy natty yum
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I didn’t think she was actually gonna go. You know, like, leave me. It just kind of set something off in my head, you know? Thinking about my whole life, how people make all these fucking promises.
EUPHORIA — “Trouble Don’t Last Always”
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“and salt the earth behind you” + “trouble don’t last always”
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And Although She Had Never Been In A Relationship, Or Even In, Like, Love, She Imagined Spending The Rest Of Her Life With Her - Rue and Jules - Euphoria S1
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