#marvel black widow

[anyaeras]

❥・Girlfriend!Natasha head cannons

[since y'all loved the Wanda ones, feel free to send me ideas these are so fun]

Masterlist

Soft :

❥・she would always braid your hair if you asked her too, she often put her own hair in braids as well.

❥・Sometimes she had nightmares, when she had them she just wanted you to lay with her, no words needed to help her calm.

❥・she was very protect of you, never letting anyone pick on you, or even get in a 5ft radius of you.

❥・she would train you in light hand to hand combat, not because she felt you needed to know but it was a bounding experience.

❥・She was the driver, no matter where you guys went she always wanted to drive, and you never minded.

❥・She couldn't cook or Bake for the life of her but if you cooked for her she would deeply appreciated it.

❥・Russian was her first language, sometimes even if you couldn't understand it she just needed to speak it and you just would nod along.

❥・Natasha wasn't always a great communicator. Sometimes when she was upset or mad it was best to let her calm down and express herself when she felt ready, no need to push her.

❥・she loved the outdoors and exploring with you, doing thinks like camping and hiking trails.

❥・she would always share her hoodies with you, but she would also take your hoodies. Sharing clothes always

Nsfw :

❥・she was a top, she didn't like being under anyone. Besides she loved being the dominant one

❥・Russian pet names, whenever she was letting you please her she would let out soft moans of "да детка" "дорогой" "моя девушка"

❥・she had a praise kink, she loved that you would tell her how good she made you feel "thank you Tasha" "you're doing so well for me" the words made her fold

❥・sometimes she wanted angry sex, to get you both mad she would pick a fight just so that she could then fuck you oh so hard.

❥・Natasha loved when you were vocal, moaning loud so that the whole compound could hear how you were hers.

❥・shower sex. Going at it with the hot water running down your bodies was such a turn on for the two of you both. Throwing you against the wet wall as she pounded into you.

❥・She had a knife play kink, she would never hurt you and you both knew it, but watching her threaten to was always fun.

❥・she would always punish you for being a brat, she wanted you to know who you belong to. (Possessive Nat.)

❥・she loved to have your mouth between her thighs sometimes, her hand in your hair as she guided you to give her head.

❥・Natasha is a tease, she would slyly make movements or comments just because she knew they would turn you on, and then do nothing else to help you get off.

[scar-lie]

EVERYONE BE EXCITEEEEDDDD!!!!! FOR I WILL SERVE YOU A TREATS 😏🤭👀

WILL BE OUT SOON

😏 YOUR WELCOME

[korzuan]

Marvel What If: Waiting

Natasha waiting for Peggy to return.

Marvel What if (C) Marvel / Disney Art (c) Korzuan

(Waiting for Marvel What If Season 3)

[rhfffas]

i'd like to see yelena and kate flirting shamelessly during a mission, and

kamala: the ship is sailing itself!!!! (*also making mental notes for future fanfics*)

cassie: help im surrounded by lesbians

america: aww you guys are disgustingly sweet

carol: im too old for this shit

sam: can we cut the gay shit and focus on the mission plz

valkyrie: shut up im enjoying this lesbian drama wanna bet how long will they keep being this oblivious? (*handing over her popcorn*)

jen: do you guys need legal advice abt inappropriate workplace relationships?

[wandasfifthwife]

her little laugh istg— daddy?

edit isn’t mine, credit to editor in video

[ichorai]

fluorescence ; natasha romanoff.

pairing ; natasha romanoff x mutant!gn!reader

synopsis ; in which you get a little too immersed in your book.

words ; 0.8k

themes ; fluff, mutant au, housemates au

warnings / includes ; no warnings, there's very gay tension in this one folks, very clear Feelings™ for each other, sun-and-moon dynamic, reader has cool powers :D

masterlist.

Fantasy had always enamored you. The blazing dragons of the sky, the glinting swords of knights, and the soft pastels of intricate ball gowns never failed to send you into a romanticized haze. It was the longing for a life you knew you couldn’t have, the sweetest of romances between forbidden parties, the thrilling action that had you gripping the book so tightly, it was a wonder its spine didn’t split into half.

On a particularly dreary winter night, you had been so immersed in the story of the princess and the dragon that you hadn’t even realized your powers getting the better of you. Vines snaked up the walls and ceilings, crawling out of your room and into the hallway. Small wildflowers blossomed by your nightstand, but you had yet to notice.

You let out a breathy laugh as you rolled over on your bed, not once ripping your gaze from the inked words, just about drowning in your thick woolen blanket. With this action, leaves sprouted from the vines and criss-crossed over your bed. Within minutes, your room started looking more like a forest than a place of slumber.

Finding your nose buried between the pages of a book far too thick for her liking wasn’t an uncommon feat for Natasha. Finding her laptop shrouded with greenery and roses, however, was not. Her narrowed gaze traced over the vines leading out of her own sanctuary and into the hallway, confirming her suspicions by twisting right into your bedroom.

She pushed away from her work desk with an amused sigh, careful to sidestep the plum-hued orchids in the midst of fluorescence by her feet.

“You have a peculiar way of luring people into bed with you,” Natasha murmured humorously once she ducked under the canopy of leaves decorating your doorway. “While I appreciate the flowers, I do have some recon papers to organize.”

In an instant, your wide eyes snapped away from the worn pages of your book, finding solace in your roommate’s entertained gaze. It took you a second to realize the repercussions of your slipping reign over your powers. The green was hard to miss, after all.

“I am so sorry.” Your voice came out far smaller than you intended it to, but you slanted your lips into an apologetic smile to make up for it. “I didn’t realize.”

Natasha shrugged it off lightly, a small smile of her own playing at the corner of her lips. It relieved you to see that she wasn’t actually mad. She meandered over the foliage and sat beside you on the bed, raising an eyebrow at your book. “So you didn’t send me those flowers on purpose? I’m offended.” A faux gasp of indignation escaped her lungs, but was ultimately betrayed by a striking grin.

With a scoff, you nudged at her shoulder with your own. You placed a bookmark (also your receipt from your last grocery run with Natasha) where you left off and pushed the story to the side. Bringing both your palms together, you conjured a singular, minuscule canary buttercup, its petals falling soft against your fingers. Natasha watched in muted awe, green irises darting between your concentrated expression to the flower unfurling in your palm. Nimbly, you slotted the canary behind her ear, smoothing your thumb over her carmine hair, before shifting down to trail over her cheekbone. For just a second, your eyes slid to her lips, slightly parted and lightly glossed—so very, very kissable—

Breath hitching in your throat, your fingers curled in on themself, and you reluctantly pulled your hand away. If Natasha had noticed you ogling her mouth (which, she most definitely did) she didn’t mention it, to which you were extremely grateful.

Natasha seemed mildly disappointed when your warmth retracted, but she cleared her throat and the twinkle in her viridescent eyes came back just as quickly as it disappeared.

“There. You happy now?”

She made a jokingly unimpressed noise. “It’s small.”

“Seemed fitting,” you teased. “You’re not very tall yourself, you know.”

Natasha shot you a spineless glare. “Don’t even start.” She looked oh so pretty with that flower behind her ear, dappled moonlight casting sharp shadows over her even shaper features. The both of you fell into a comfortable silence before she spoke up once more. “You know, the recon can wait. That book must be pretty good to make you lose control of your powers.”

A warm flush spidered through your skin, and you reached over to grab at the frayed book once again. “You want me to read a bit to you?”

“Nothing would be better,” Natasha quipped as she laid down, sinking into your plush pillows with a pleased grin, inhaling the crisp fougere scent of your air freshener and enjoying the small moment of home with you a little more than she should’ve.

[mlys05]

[stanytork]

my muse forever and always

[anyaeras]

My litttle spider || N.Romanoff

Pairing || vampire Natasha Romanoff x AFAB reader

Warning || smut! ,, they/them pronouns ,, reader has a pussy ,, loss of virginity ,, innocent kink (kinda) ,,  possessive ,, a little manipulation ,, Russian usage 

Summary  || y/n was a vampire hunter in their village ,  ended up being fucked by the queen.

FYI || this is short and just smut plus I spent 20 min on it

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Y/n was a hunter, a human hunter at that, known for being ever so brave, the society was split between multiple species, vampires, being one of the dominating species. humans seemed to be on the lower end of the totem pole and would wallow in fear, cowering down to the enhanced.

Tonight was no different than most, y/n was out with the rest of the hunters in the community, their human town was small, but well-kept, and they did well making a system which became their way of living, a few selective people became hunters each person had a different reason for why they were a hunter, which was the most dangerous job, being a Hunter meant constantly putting your life on the line in order to protect your people, most despised the thought of anybody going through that, yet y/n had no one to care for them anyway, their parents were preoccupied, and they never made any friends, they lived as the "wanderer" inside their small town.

"Come on get your shit and let's go, we need to be quick" Kent called out, he was a tall and large man, he was in charge of the hunters for this community, yelling specifically at y/n, they hadn't meant to fall behind just it was a lot for someone their size to carry, that's what they get for being a hunter, shit they only even took this job to try and prove they were worth something to their parents, to show they were just as good as their brothers....

Running to keep up, already a few steps behind y/n was able to catch up to the rest of the squad.

"Draw your weapons" was ordered after a quick rumble with heard between the bushes. Y/n was fumbling with their bow, proceeding to just brush it off and go for a dagger, removing it from their leg holder. Yet in a flash it seemed something had pulled the weapon away. There y/n watched as the whole team ran, fleeing from the situation, leaving no help or communication with y/n, who out of absolute instant stumble back tripping over a long root, cause them to tumble to the ground, as the hunter was trying to pull themself together getting up to run following their group a lengthy hand was felt grasping their arm , panic set in quickly, now holding no weapons having no way to fight back, all y/n could do was try and run, yet due to the firm grasp it seemed the attempts were absolutely pointless, finally the creature who had a hold on y/n flip them around becoming face-to-face with a vampire...not just a vampire clearly a royal vampire.

"Aren't you a little small to be a hunter Дорогой" the red headed women who stood tall above y/n spoke down to them.

Y/n was in a pickle that was for damn sure, no place to run, the idea that this was the end and that this vile creature who stood before them whom might they add was extremely pretty for being a vampire....well what was y/n to compare it to it's not like they've met any other vampires, the only had any idea about them due to story's which have been told throughout the community....but that's besides the point.

"I am not, I am just as capable to be a hunter as any of those men" every small ounce of braveness was pulled from their body as they stood as tall as they possible could in front of the much larger women.

"Aren't you cute, well I'm sure you are just as strong as those big bad men, but maybe even braver they just took off and left you here for me, isn't that right Дорогой" the soft voice was taunting to the young hunter, yet there was nothing they could do about it, the vampire had moved closer one hand reached under y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at the vampire meeting eye to eye.

Y/n tried to pull away but was to no success, being held in a state with the vampire.

"You smell....devine" Natasha's raspy tone was echoing in y/n's head, yet it was quick when Natasha made a move, pushing her lips into y/n's which when y/n didn't entirely pull away a smirk was stuck to her Crimson lips.

"Don't tell me, you enjoy the big scary vampire kissing your lips? Mmm?" The tall vampire teased get a firm "never"' from the human, but that didn't stop her, moving her kisses lower finally to her delight a strangled moan slipped prompting Natasha to go on, something was drawing her to the human clearly going to keep the small being.

"Y/n tell me are you a virgin?" The supernatural asked stoping the sloppy kissed abruptly to ask, noticing y/n's heart race increase telling they were about to lie

"No, I-I'm not" y/n tried to keep a straight face and seem confident in the lie yet the tell tale signs would clearly give y/n away.

"Would you like to say the truth now? Or will I have to do it for you?" The vampire stated with almost a cold expression, which cause the humans cheeks to rush to a rosey shade, the long skinny hands of Natasha started to rome y/n'a body, slipping down into the waistline of their pants feeling the soft underwear material slightly damp causing the women to let out a small laugh.

"Wow for a human who came to kill me, you seen wildly turned on" the teasing only turned y/n's face an even darker shade of red, while Natasha fingers moved pushing past their panties to run her fingers between their folds, coating her cold long fingers in y/n's warm juices, the action caused a choked moan to slip out from them only leading Natasha to smirk.

"Look at you doing so well for your first Дорогой (darling) you will be such a good pet for me, you'll like the castle, it's so much better than the village you come from" Natasha's words went right past y/n, the new found feeling of pleaser overtook their thought process.

Slowly Natasha kept going enjoying how y/n was reacting, getting them hot and bothered while their cunt was just dripping, easily only one finger slipped into y/n, causing them to Yelp at this brand new feeling

"My oh my y/n tell me doesn't that feel good, letting me play with your virgin cunt, you seemed to be enjoying it" Natasha pushed on thrusting the one finger in and out before adding a second one making y/n back arch

"Oh my god, please please don't...don't stop" y/n pleaded with Natasha the pleasure of being penetrated was mind blowing, y/n didn't have it in them to think logically about the fact a vampire was fingering their pussy, all they could do was melt into her hold.

Natasha speed up the movement of her fingers yet when the feeling of needed to Piss came over them they tried their best to push away from the supernatural.

"N-no please stop...gotta pee" the words made the vampire laugh, she then saw how innocent her pet was.

"Shh no, just let go" Natasha said keeping her voice soft, while her free hand moved from supporting y/n who also was leaning in a tree, to placing pressure on their clit. With all the motion y/n was thrown over the edge with a long moan, y/n's cum flushed onto Natasha fingers, yet the vampire didn't remove herself from their pussy until they had a moment to come down from their high, the vampire held the human up with one arm, removing her other hand from their pants licking her fingers clean before turning back to y/n.

"You'll be such, a good good pet Мой маленький паук (my little spider)

[scar-lie]

Save us [Natasha & Scarlett]

Summary : You're tired of fighting, you're losing hope and giving up for your relationship with your two girlfriends who don't want to fight for you

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader, Scarlett Johansson x Female!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Scarlett Johansson

Warning : Arguing

Word count : 1,723

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

You rub the side of your eyes, getting stressed by the endless argument you have had with your two girlfriends for four years now, and you're losing hope; you're losing everything you have to give for them the further you three argue.

You're getting tired and drained from giving all you have to them without receiving anything back. It feels like you're playing house with them, where they're going to need to go or get tired; they’ll just leave without considering you or your feelings, while you're left without anyone but your thoughts.

“Why can't you fucking understand that?! There are things that're more important than staying here. To what? ...to stay here, so you wouldn't mope around about how sad you are alone! "Natasha screamed, getting frustrated and irritated by the simple things you're asking, and so was Scarlett.

“I do; I do understand what you're pointing at, but you're not listening." You quickly shut your mount when Scarlett interrupts you, so you put your hand to your face, covering how broken you are.

“I act for a living, Y/N. This is what I do before you come into my life; this is my life. I can't just say to them, "Sorry, I’m going to be gone for a week or two; my girlfriend wants me to stay in.” That's not how fucking works.” They are ready to leave, bags already packed, already dressed up; only this argument is making them stay.

“And I save lives for living, so I can't just stop taking a break; just fucking think before you become selfish,” Natasha screamed, slamming the door shut on her way out.

“Not everything is in your favor, not because you're our girlfriend; you can just decide or dictate what we're going to do; you're just our girlfriend,” Scarlett followed suit, leaving you completely alone in your shared home, the one they bought because of how welcoming it is, how the house welcomes the natural light, how peaceful the place is, the big backyard where you're obsessed with growing flowers, fruits, and vegetables—this house is just perfect for their liking and yours. That's why they surprised you with the house.

This is your mark of a happy life ahead of you, and this is the house. That's why they surprise you with the house. “This is our mark of a happy life ahead of us,” “and this is our house that we will make happy memories,” they quote.

But now you're asking yourself if this house makes you three happy anymore—the same house the three of you are planning to have a family with and grow old with until your grandchildren drag your ass out to the backyard to play or do something interesting.

You're losing hope that this relationship will be the same; you're falling into a deep hole further and further down until you reach the peak, where there's no way out if you keep pushing yourself to them.

You're body collided in the soft mattress, your sobs are getting muffled by the pillow you're hugging—their pillow to be exact—soaking it with your tears, all the pent-up frustrating, sleepless nights, the feelings you're bottling are now erupting, making your body shake while crying, not caring if the neighbor can hear you—it's just all too much.

You have nothing else to give anymore; you're drained and done with months of arguing and please them to give you at least a little bit of their time, to put you in their first priority. You're tired of forgiving them over and over again, and you don't think you can open the door to let them in one more time. You have no cards to give to them anymore; all the best cards are already used.

They are again saying how sorry they are and how they are going to make it up to you—key word make-up "sex"—through text the next day, but you can't find any word to reply, so you stick with “ok, it's fine," laying your phone face down on the couch while watching some random movies, rom-coms, TV series, or just anything that can pass your time since you don't have anything to do.

But this doesn't sit right with Natasha and Scarlett, waiting for further massages that never come, or maybe they are waiting for your caring self to text them how they are doing, asking if they already eat or how's their day, or maybe they are waiting for your rambling or complaining about how’s your day goes, or how boring it is that your friends are being bitchy on the internet.

but that never came even in the following days; all they got was a short reply and a cold shoulder, making them uneasy through the next few weeks until they got home, worried and hopeful that once they step in the front door, you're going to throw yourself into them like you always do.

"Darling, we're home! "Natasha and Scarlett shout, dropping their bags in the hallway and locking the door.

“In the lounge,” you reply back, not bothering to stand up to great them properly, you're just sitting there in front of a TV while scrolling through social media.

“Hey, there's no kisses or hugs? "Scarlett sat down next to you, so you kissed her on the cheek, doing the same thing to Natasha when she sat on the other side, mumbling, “Welcome home,” then go back, scrolling down through your phone.

"Hey, stop giving us a cold shoulder; we're here. Isn't that what you want? "Natasha whispers softly, caressing your exposed thigh while trying to read you while Scarlett lays her head on your shoulder. The moves you know from the back of your hand indicate they want sex.

“I’m not in the mood.” You push Nat's hand and Scar's head gently, then stand up, going up to your shared bedroom.

“I think we should give her some space for now,” Scarlett whispered, following you with her eyes and sighing in frustration.

“She's just being dramatic, Scar; she's come running to us eventually,” Nat dismissed, going in the kitchen to drink some water and hoping there's food but finding nothing, so she looked back, giving Scarlett a smile, shaking her head while chuckling.

“Fine, what do you want? "Nat gives her a smirk, knowing her way to get her to cooking.

" Pasta, please” With that, they both chat in the kitchen, catching up and having a little fun like they always do right before you come on the picture.

Hearing them giggling and chuckling from the bedroom makes you hate yourself because they are happy without you, they can go to their day without you, and you hate how they can just continue their day without bothering if you're okay or include you.

So in the end, you just move to the farthest room, which is the guestroom. You three didn't use it much, but these past few months, Natasha and Scarlett have usually used it since you three were always arguing and they ended up sleeping in the guestroom while you're alone in your shared bedroom.

But as each day passes, you're feeling yourself uninterested. Sure, you three interact, but not like before, and today is another argument in Natasha and Scarlett’s minds since they need to go again.

“We're heading out now; be safe here.” Natasha kisses your forehead, followed by Scarlett, and you hum, continuing to read your book.

"Ok,” you simply reply, which sends a shiver down their spine.

“Ok? Aren't you going to tell us how workaholic we are? How come we don't spend time here anymore? Leaving you alone, aren't you going to ask us to give you some of our time? "Scarlett frowns while standing, and Natasha thinks the same way, waiting for your answer.

"No,” you're unbothered; not even a single emotion is showing in your face; you're just calm.

“Why? "You shrug at Natasha's question, turning to the next page.

“Why? "You chuckle sarcastically, making Scarlett uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to another and picking her skin, making Natasha step forward to stop her from getting herself hurt.

“You mean ‘begged you for your time? ’, what's the point? To make myself look desperate? Needy? Selfish? Self-centered? "You shake your head with a scrawl face.

“No thanks, plus whatever I say or do will never stop you from leaving or doing what you want; if you want to leave, then go leave; I don't care anymore.” Their hearts both sank down to the pit of their stomachs.

“Like you always say, what you do is more important than being with me for a few minutes, so I’m saving both of you and me the energy you needed for something and time.” Scarlett held Natasha's arm tightly, finding herself starting to have an anxiety attack, but Natasha was rubbing her back. Natasha felt hurt and worried that they pushed you too far.

Sure, she dearly loves Scarlett. I mean, they're already in a relationship when you join the couple, but that doesn't mean she loves you any less. You're the heart of this house; you're keeping them in their toes; you're their center; you're their foundation that's keeping everything in their surroundings magical; you're their Alice in their Wonderland; the apple in their eyes; their home in their heart; and their key to their locks.

In short, they couldn't function without you; you're the center of everything to them, so this makes their world turn upside down, but in a bad way.

“I-I wanna stay……I-I’ll just call to have at least 2 weeks leave,” Scarlett mumbles, getting lost of words, and all she can think about is being with you, to cuddle you, kiss you, hug you, and just be with you, and so does Natasha.

‘I-I wanna….stay too,” but before they can dial a number, you quickly stop them.

“Oh no, please don't. Don't let me hold you back. Just because I speak what's on my mind, please do leave and go on with your week.” You give them a tight smile, then go back to reading.

But the two shake their heads no, wanting to be as close to you as possible, but before they can approach the bed, their whole world crashes into pieces.

“Besides, I’ve fallen out of love.”

[spiritmoodboards]

Moodboard for Black Widow/Natasha Romanov (MCU) sacrifice/putting others first themes For an anon~ Hope you enjoy!

We're closed, thank you c:

[ghostly-lee]

I haven't drawn natasha in a long time so here she is

[beestriker015]

Loving and protective Black Widow x male s/o

S/o is Natasha’s husband, whom she met several years ago when he joined the Avengers.

After introducing himself to his new teammates, s/o quickly caught the attention of Black Widow, who was instantly charmed by his kind smile and upbeat personality.

As time went on since s/o first joined the team, Natasha began falling in love with him, eventually gathering the nerve to ask him out after some encouragement from the others.

“Hey s/o…I l-like you. Would you want to…m-maybe…go out with me?”

Much to her surprise and glee, s/o accepted with a happy smile plastered on his face.

“Of course Nat, I’d love to go out with you! I’ve actually wanted to ask you out myself for a while now.”

And with that, Natasha and s/o began dating.

Natasha is very lovey dovey with her boyfriend, much to the shock and surprise of her teammates.

Physical contact and general displays of affection is constant, oftentimes to the chagrin of the other Avengers.

“Jeez, why don’t you two lovebirds just go get a room already?.”

Tony says in annoyance at the sight of s/o and Natasha cuddling on the couch with her arm wrapped around her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Oh shut it Tony. He’s my boyfriend and we can do whatever we want!”

Natasha says with a glare, making Tony walk away feeling a little intimidated.

As loving as she is of s/o, Natasha is also very protective of him and their relationship.

If anyone were to make any remarks about s/o or his and Natasha’s relationship, she will go up to them and force them to apologize through means of intimidation.

Should s/o ever get hurt, his girlfriend will rush to his side as fast as humanly possible and care for him as a mother would her child.

“Calm down Nat. It’s just a bullet wound, it’ll get better.”

S/o says with a pained voice as Natasha disinfects his wound.

“You got shot! How can you be so nonchalant about this babe?! I swear when I find whoever shot you, I’m gonna-”

She’s cut off by s/o, who quickly quiets her by gently kissing her on the cheek.

“Babe, I know how protective of me you can get, especially whenever I get hurt, but I’m ok. Please try to calm down Nat, I hate seeing that beautiful face of yours so angry.”

He says with a sweet little smile that makes Natasha’s heart melt.

“A-alright s/o, a-anything for you.”

She says while incredibly flustered by her boyfriend’s words.

“I love you Natasha, and I love how protective you are of me.”

S/o says as his girlfriend finishes taking care of his wounds.

Natasha looks at her boyfriend with wide eyes before pulling him into a passionate kiss.

When they separate for air, she stares lovingly into s/o’s eyes with a smile.

“I love you too s/o.”

Eventually, after over a year of dating, s/o decided it was time to pop the question to Natasha after spending a romantic evening together.

“Natasha, I love you more than anyone or anything in the whole universe. Being with you has made me the happiest guy alive, and I’d love nothing more than to be with you forever.”

He gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring.

“Natasha Romanoff, will you marry me?”

Without a single shred of hesitation, Natasha smiled widely and accepted s/o’s proposal with happy tears in her eyes.

Now if Natasha was protective of s/o when they were dating, she is really protective of him now that they’re married.

It is mandatory that she goes with s/o whenever he has a mission, and nobody can tell her otherwise.

God help any villain or criminal who hurts her husband in any way, as although she may not have superpowers, Natasha can still kick some serious ass.

After every mission, cuddle sessions are a must, which can sometimes leads to more…intimate moments between Natasha and s/o.

One time, the other Avengers saw s/o exit his and Natasha’s shared room with messy hair and a huge hickey on his neck.

S/o turned to see his teammates all staring at him weirdly.

“What?”

He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Looks like somebody got some action last night. That’s a nice love bite you’ve got there s/o.”

Clint says with a laugh and a smirk.

Realization hits as s/o blushes from embarrassment.

The others laugh and snicker as well, but are soon silenced by a glare coming from Natasha, who is suddenly standing behind her husband.

S/o smiles and turns around, pulling his wife into a hug.

“Good morning Nat.”

She returns his smile and hugs him back.

“Good morning to you too s/o, I love you.”

S/o smiles and gives his wife her morning kiss.

“I love you too Nat.”

Even though Natasha can be extremely protective of her husband, s/o enjoys it and loves her just as much as she does him.

[sweetandabitspycho]

Natasha Romanova x Reader

Title: No matter what.

Warnings: none.

Tyler of fanfic: angst but every fluffy at the end.

Summary: Nat feel’s insecure.

It has been a week since Nat has been gone and I missed her so badly. I asked a friend to stay with me until she comes back to our apartment, the place we call home.

“How was work?” Y/BFF asked as I walked threw the door. “Yeah, it was okay nothing special,” I said sitting on the couch. “But Nick from IT said to tell you hi.” I heard a loud noise from the kitchen, I grabbed the gun that was under the coffee table that Nat put. I ran into the kitchen to see Nat standing there.

“Hi, my sweet love!” I pretty much shouted as I dropped the gun to run and hug her. “I missed you so much!” I said as if I was a child. “Since she is home I'll go,” Y/BFF said I couldn't even tell them bye. “Are you okay?” I question as I moved to get a better look at her. She shook her head no and walked to the living room.

Wow, that hurts. Maybe she needs a second to leave the mission. Yeah, yeah that's it. “Are you okay?” I asked walking in front of her. Her head was down. I bent down to grab her hand but she moved it.

“Okay, baby you are starting to scar me,” I whispered I saw a glimpse of her face she was crying. “No, no baby It's okay,” I said gently as I moved her face so she was looking at me. She was on the verge of tears. “What happened?” I question softly.

“I'm not good enough for you,” she said as if it was the truth. “I'm an assassin, I kill people, I'm dangerous.” she was shaking. How could she think that? “First you are not dangerous to me,” I moved closer to her, and kissed her head. “Second you kill bad people,” I kissed her chin. “You are perfect for me.” I kissed her soft sweet lips. “Thank you,” she said once we broke apart. “I would go crazy without you.” she laughed. “I know baby. I know, I will always love you no matter what. Now let's go to sleep.

[ichorai]

movement ; natasha romanoff.

track three of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; natasha romanoff x gn!assassin!reader

synopsis ; dancing with her was a waltz of death. your feet were bleeding, but you no longer cared.

words ; 1.9k

themes ; action, mild angst/fluff

warnings / includes ; violence, cursing, weapons, injuries, talks of assassinating people, reader is an assassin sent to kill nat </3 a mildly suggestive comment

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The metallic taste of copper stung the back of your throat. Ribs aching. Teeth clenched. Nails dirtied with blood and grime. Your vision warbled as you let your defense slip, allowing Natasha to land a solid strike to the side of your head. A low noise of discontentment rumbled in the back of your throat before you dove forward, tackling Natasha around the waist and slamming her against the rooftop’s ledge, a busy city street clamoring just a couple meters below the two of you.

She appeared only slightly winded, dark ginger hair that was once pinned up in a neat bun, now fanned out behind her like a halo of flames. The molten green of her irises flashed dangerously, her leg coming up to hook around the crook of your knee. 

You jolted backward with a start, and she took advantage of your momentary bewilderment to flip your positions, leaning so close that her nose was merely a hair’s breadth away from yours. She brandished a dagger in the blink of an eye, its cold metal kissing the skin of your flushed throat. Tilting your head back, you mustered a half-hearted glare, fist clenched tightly in an effort to resist the urge to pummel it right against her perfect nose.

“You’re losing your touch,” she commented bluntly with a straight face, but you could see the faint amusement dancing behind her eyes. 

A snarl etched across your lips. “And you’re a pain in my fucking ass.”

She didn’t bother gracing your snarky remark with a response, merely humming and leaning closer. A part of you wished for her to move away, but a different, more repressed part of you wondered what you’d do if she closed the minute distance between you.

“Better luck next time, huh?” she whispered. For half a second, you could’ve sworn that her pupils darted down to glance at your lips. Perhaps it was a trick of the neon lights rimming the advertisement billboard you were fighting under.

Before giving you a chance to respond, she pulled back in a blink of an eye, melding into the shadows of the rooftop. You stumbled forward, clutching the ache on your ribs. You sprinted behind the billboard, hope waning away incredibly quickly. 

She was gone. 

You glanced around for any trace of where she went—nothing. 

Your teeth worried into your bottom lip. 

“FUCK!” you yelled out, pent-up frustration lacing through your voice, driving your foot forward into the metal support beam of the billboard. Pain spidered up your limb and you grunted out another long string of curses, before dropping down to a squat to hang your head with shame.

Maybe Natasha was right. Maybe you were losing your touch. God, you were a terrible assassin.

This was it. You had her trapped—there was nowhere she could go now. She was backed into the corner, spine straightened over the brick walls of the dark alley.

The nozzle of your gun pressed none-too-gently against her temple, yet her eyes betrayed no emotion. Despite your aching limbs, you held yourself steady, exhaling shallow breaths. A part of you was afraid that if you so much as blinked, she would pounce at you.

“You don’t want to do this,” Natasha said, more of an observation than a plea for mercy. A frown marred your lips.

“You don’t know what I want,” you snapped in return, but your head was murky with turmoil.

Were you going to shoot her? 

You’ve shot dozens of people. What made this any different?

Because it was Natasha. That’s what made it different.

You swallowed uneasily. 

The gun shifted in your grip. You studied the way the reflection of the moon shone in her viridescent eyes, bright and whole. In turn, she stared at you with an indifferent expression. Either she wasn’t afraid to die, or she didn’t believe you’d go through with it.

Because how could you? 

You’ve been dancing a waltz of death with her since the beginning. Your feet were bleeding, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

So you let your grip falter. It was a purposeful blunder—you allowed for your finger to slip from the trigger, only a centimeter downwards. To a regular person, this still would’ve been a precarious position to make a move, but to Natasha, this was her golden ticket out.

One you allowed her to have. 

Swiftly, she kicked at the gun, pinning your hand to the wall with her boot as the loaded weapon went careening to the other side of the alley. A sickening crack of your palm echoed through the space, and you doubled over with a groan, pain streaking up your arm rapidly. Before you knew it, her fist collided with your left eye and you crumpled onto the ground. A rock painfully dug into your back.

You didn’t bother to fight back.

Natasha stepped away, observing your sprawled form on the ground with a disdained sniff. She turned to leave, but paused in her steps, her shadow looming over you.

“Thanks,” she whispered just loud enough for you to catch, facing away from you.

A lump lodged in your throat.

She was gone not a second later, the wind whispering in her absence.

That night, you crawled into your makeshift stretcher-bed with a black eye, a fractured hand, and a troubled conscience.

The diner was always empty this time of night. You relished the silence—the constant noise in your own head was more than enough for you to deal with. You took a measly bite out of your burger, setting it down to slowly sip on your milkshake. The brace you had on your hand made it difficult to properly eat, so you ended up picking off the curly fries, deciding to have the burger packed away for sometime later. 

Shifting uncomfortably against the sticky red leather of the diner’s seats, you turned your gaze out the window, watching snow lazily drift to the ground, piling a thin layer of frost atop the road’s asphalt. The neon sign bathed the entirety of the outside in a pink glow, flickering on and off every two seconds. 

Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Light.

Natasha?

She seemed to appear out of nowhere, dressed in black jeans and a dark green hoodie, sunglasses perched atop her nose, a gentle smile sloped across the carmine of her mouth.

You narrowed your eyes, eyebrows raising in surprise. To be frank, you weren’t entirely sure what she was doing here. You wanted nothing to do with her anymore—after all, somebody else was assigned to her assassination case and you were booted off for taking far too long. You were lucky enough to get away with failing your mission with an ominous warning and a promise that you weren’t getting any jobs anytime soon, which you considered more of a benefit than anything.

The bell trilled when Natasha strode into the diner, taking note of the waitress bussing tables near the counter. Her boots tracked in a bit of snow, melting into small puddles of cold water on the floor. You watched with a frown as she slid into your booth in the seat across from you.

“What a coincidence,” she said with an air of amusement, knowing full and well that none of this was a coincidence, plucking a curly fry from your plate to pop into her mouth. “How’s the hand?”

Completely ignoring her question, you pulled your plate away from her with a half-hearted glare. “What’s with the sunglasses? It’s nighttime.”

“I think you of all people should know that I’m a pretty well-known figure. Wouldn’t want people to catch an Avenger with an assassin, would you?”

“The diner’s empty,” you replied stoically. “And you were an assassin once, too.”

Her lips twitched upwards. In a swift movement, she removed her sunglasses, revealing her mischievous eyes. 

“That’s a good point,” she softly said. “Which brings me to ask—are you still doing hitwork? Or are you a vigilante of some sorts?”

A snort rumbled from your chest and you shook your head. “Me, a vigilante? No, I could never. I have no right deciding who deserves justice—not when I’m probably worse than they are.”

Disappointment flashed across her expression. It was brief, but you recognized it nonetheless. She regarded you silently for a moment before beckoning the waitress over, ordering a chocolate milkshake to-go with a kind smile, sliding over a crisp ten dollar bill and telling her to keep the change.

She looked back at you after a long pause. “Well, I have a proposition for you.”

“A proposition?” you asked, leaning forward. It was quite jarring to think that just a couple days ago, she had a knife to your throat and you had a gun to her head, and now she was across from you, stealing your curly fries and exchanging offers like it was just another odd Wednesday. 

The waitress returned with a chilled chocolate milkshake in hand, skating it across the table to Natasha with a wink. You scowled at the exchange.

Only when she disappeared into the kitchens did Natasha start speaking again, voice lowered with genuinity. “I know you think of yourself as the mysterious, lone wolf type. But… we all know how that story ends. Believe me, I was there once.” She pursed her lips, sipping at her chocolate shake. “So, how would you like to be part of a team? A family?”

You recoiled slightly from the table in genuine shock. “You want me?”

Her mouth warbled as she stifled a laugh. “In more ways than one, yes.”

It took you a second to process her words, your skin flushing with a near-sickly kind of heat once you realized what she was insinuating. 

“I’m sorry, I’m… I’m better off as a solo act.”

To your surprise, Natasha reached over the table to fold her hand over the back of yours, watching you with a tender gaze. You initially wanted to flinch away from her touch at first, but you forced yourself still, finding the sensation of her hand on yours strangely comforting. “The Avengers could really use someone like you.” When her fingers gently withdrew from yours, you were surprised that a mild twinge of disappointment unfurled in your chest. She reached into her coat to place a small white card in front of you. “Think about it,” she said, not unkindly.

With that, she strode out of the booth, taking another swig of her milkshake as she walked out of the diner. You watched her go, then glanced down at the card. A part of you considered leaving it there, or crumpling it up and throwing it away. Setting it aflame briefly crossed your mind.

It took you ten minutes of slow chewing to finish your curly fries and milkshake. 

It took you another ten minutes to decide to shove the card into your pocket before trudging out of the diner, shoulders feeling considerably lighter than before.

You, in the Avengers?

The thought was ludicrous, but hell, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t appealing. Plus, you’d be guaranteed to see Natasha on a regular basis. 

And who could possibly say no to that?