#natasha romanoff x gn reader

[buffyromanoff]

You go on a camping trip with your girlfriend Natasha and decide to document every single minute of it (she's about to throw your phone in the lake cause you're worse than a paparazzi)

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hii, i have a cute yet angsty req for Natasha please, you write so beautifully i think you will do this justice.

my idea is that the reader has been struggling with their eating lately and doesn’t like too each much- especially in crowds (like the avengers)- and hopefully you could add in a few occasions where this happens where Natasha is eating her meal and the reader pinches a piece of food off her plate and it makes Natasha feel proud of you but doesn’t say much as she doesn’t want to push the reader…

if not that’s perfectly okay i just like the idea of that, thank you for your work they are all beautiful <33

A Handful of Fries | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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Hi! Thank you for the request, I'm so sorry that it's taken so long, I have had a very busy couple of months of exams, and hefty hospital stayyys but yeah. It was a touchy subject so I hope I was able to do it justice within this short fic <3 Hope you are all having a lovely December, my inbox is always open for anyone wanting to talk or say hi :)

Triggers: issues surrounding eating, but doesn't go into huge amounts of detail.

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Natasha noticed you. 

She noticed how through all the trials and tribulations that life had put you through, you always fought through your battles with your head held high. With all of the weapons that you could mentally conjure up to defeat the inner voices and demons.

But she also noticed when you were struggling. Of course she would, you were the primary source of what made her want to wake up every morning. You were her entire life, you were important enough for her to take notice of every detail.

Most recently, she had noticed your battle with food, but another thing that she noticed was that you were being strong as always. She never wanted to push you though, and treated the situation with the delicateness it deserved. You didn’t deserve to be belittled or forced, made to feel like you were being backed into a wall. No, she was fighting in your corner, even if you didn’t know it.

Through her diligent observations of you, she had noticed the moments when you were in large groups, such as group dinners with the Avengers instead of your private dinners where the two of you take turns cooking for each other, were the moments in which you struggled most. 

It broke her heart to see you hiding your fight behind a mask when with the others. How you twirled your food around a few moments too long before taking a bite, how the foods that would usually have you reeling because of the flavour made your eyes dimmer with each bite. 

When alone, it seemed better. 

You still didn’t eat an awful lot, but it was something. Natasha loved something. 

It showed that there was still fight in you, there was still hope, and that is all that Natasha needed to know, to know that you would be okay. 

She kept herself in your corner. She thought that you didn’t notice her subtle and small pushes that kept you afloat. The small looks she would give you when she was proud of you, how she knew to hold your hand at dinner if you had a tough day. 

You noticed Natasha. 

It was her that kept everything at bay, that kept you surviving. And she was ultimately the thing that saved you from yourself. With her in your corner, you were strong enough to keep up the battle, until one day the struggle didn’t seem so hard anymore. 

Natasha recalled the moment she noticed your uphill struggle was no longer so uphill.

A team dinner would usually have her anxious as she kept an eye on you, but that day left her feeling more hopeful than ever. You had finished your food at a good pace, leaving a small smile on her face as she gave your hand a squeeze, though she started frowning slightly when you began looking around the table inquisitively. 

She wondered what on Earth you were doing, but when a cheeky smile appeared on your face and you snatched the remaining fries from her plate, quickly eating them afterwards and then doing a shoddy job at acting like you hadn’t done anything, she found herself grinning from ear to ear. 

You were okay.

Months passed by of similar shenanigans taking place. She never wanted to mention it to you though, afraid that it might make you feel bad and that you would go hungry at mealtimes as you still didn’t like to add too much to your own plate. 

So, Natasha always sprinkled a few extra helpings of fries and other sides onto her plate, ones that you would always absentmindedly grab during conversation with the others. 

When her hand brushed yours as you both reached for the same fry, your gazes snapped to each other, and yours widened due to the fact that you had been ‘caught’. 

“I love you”, was all Natasha whispered and pushed the plate towards you more, allowing you to happily eat your fries, and think about how lucky you were to have her at your side.

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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.

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Hatred, Hope, Harmony - Chapter 1

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The feeling of rough, wet grass brushed against your back as your t-shirt lifted up. The smaller blonde girl wrestled playfully against you, tugging your arms away from her face. You and Yelena giggle wildly, your small noses brushing against each other. The skid of bicycle wheels turned your attention from your friend. 

“Mama said no wrestling! And (Y/n) needs to go home soon!” Natasha studied you and Yelena for a moment, her vibrant blue hair fluttering slightly in the wind. Natasha strode over to you and Yelena, pulling you away from Yelena. Yelena frowned, but the frown on her lips was swept away when you pulled yourself into a headstand.

All of you giggled as you attempted your silly handstands. Finally, you brushed the dirt off your clothes and glanced at your watch. “I gotta go home for dinner,” you remarked sadly.

The sisters frowned but waved you goodbye with smiles, racing into their own home.

Your run slowed to a walk as you exited your friends’ backyard, but then picked up their pace when you caught sight of your mother, Emily, standing in the doorway of the house, her hazel eyes gleaming with affection.

“Did you have fun with Nat and Yelena?” Emily asked you. You nodded, grinning slightly. She smiled warmly at your excitement and gestured you inside. “Come on, I made your favorite.”

You bounced inside the house, heading straight for the dining room table; your other mother, Sue, smiled brightly at you.

“We had so much fun! Me and Yelena-”

“Yelena and I.” Sue corrected you playfully.

“Oh Mama, come on-”

Your conversation was cut off by a loud, booming explosion. Your front and back door flew off their hinges, a group of men entering from both doors, rushed into your home. “Mom! Mama!” You screamed, trying to grab onto them. 

But you couldn’t grab into them. You couldn’t feel them. All you could hear was a fire of gunshots, and the collapse of two bodies. A sob ripped out of your chest before you could stop it, and you found yourself racing to your bedroom. 

You sank against the door, using your weight to keep the door from sliding open. 

You glanced around your room, trying to find anything to defend yourself with. 

“Where’s the child?” You heard a deep voice yell out and that’s when you knew - they were coming for you next. 

Something shattered at your feet; you inhaled some sort of gray mist or dust, and something crusty - like mud or stone - spread across your body. A strong wind blasted the crust off your body, and you almost squealed, before smacking your own  small hand over your mouth.

You didn’t even wait to open the window, simply slamming your body against the glass until it shattered, your tiny body impacting onto the ground. But you didn’t have time to register the pain, because all you knew was that you had to run. 

Sprinting down the road, you caught the sight of your neighborhood best friends racing into their car. “Lena! Natty!” You yelled out, waving your arms into the air. The girls looked at you, but what seemed to be a strong scolding from their parents turned their attention away from you.

It didn’t matter though - you had to get away, and when you reached Natasha and Yelena’s yard, you found them racing towards the car. Natasha grabbed your hand, pulling you inside, squishing you between herself and Yelena.

You trembled slightly against Natasha’s larger frame, and your older friend wrapped an arm around you. 

The car started down the road. 

“Where are we going?” Yelena asked her parents, who were sitting in the front.

“Home,” Melina, Natasha and Yelena’s mother, replied. Melina looked in the mirror at you, and you met her gaze. There was something in her eyes that you couldn’t read, but you could tell that she was concerned for you.

Natasha looked all around, a worried expression on her face. 

“Mommy,” Yelena said, smiling slightly, “you’re silly. We just left home.”

Sirens wailed as the car continued down the road, and Alexei, Natasha and Yelena’s father, shifted slightly in his place in the driver’s seat. 

. . . 

You wake to the sudden stop of the car. Melina opened the door of the car, and you slid out of your seat after Natasha. “Come on Nat, Yel, we gotta go,” Melina told her daughters, and you followed slowly after your friends. 

Yelena ran for a airplane hanger, but you lingered beside Natasha.  “Come on,” Alexei ran over, grabbing Natasha’s arm gently. “Go with your mom. Go with your mom.”

“Okay,” Natasha replied, taking your hand and leading you over to the airplane. 

“Nat, hurry up!” Melina yelled.

“Coming!” Natasha replied, glancing over at you.

Melina rested a hand on your shoulder. “You have to stay.”

You stared up at Melina, your eyes wide. Melina turned, pulling Natasha into the plane behind her. 

You stared up at Natasha and Yelena, who were staring at you from the window in the door of the plane. You looked wildly around, flinching violently at the sound of gunshots. You turned around, crouching down near the door of the airplane shed. 

You could still feel Natasha and Yelena’s gaze on you as you shrunk, trembling, against the wall.

Wind ruffled your hair as the propellers of the plane began to rotate, the plane rolling out of the shed. The plane started down the runway, and you stood up, not wanting to be left behind again. You looked between Alexei, who had a rifle pointed at some approaching vans, and the plane, which was still moving down the runway, slowly picking up speed.

You sprinted towards the plane, your little legs moving faster than they ever had before. A scream left your throat as a bullet whistled past your ear. You threw yourself on the wing of the plane, your small hands grabbing at the metal; your hands curled into fists to grasp onto the edge of the wing.

Bullets shot through the side of the plane, and you saw Melina collapse into her chair, grasping at her arm. Melina’s hand accidently knocked the wheel, and the plane tilted slightly to the left, your hands scrabbling for a handhold. You heard Natasha and Yelena scream. 

You looked into the plane at Yelena’s face, and you wanted to cry at the terrified look on your friend’s face. Natasha climbed up to the front of the plane, placing her hands on the throttle. 

The plane suddenly rocked back to the right, leveling out the plane, and all of a sudden, the plane began to pull into the air. Your hands were ripped away from the wing of the plane, and you screamed as you fell towards the ground. 

It didn’t matter now. It was all in the past. Natasha had left you. Left you to become a freak. You tried not to blame her - you guessed it wasn’t her fault. Though she never came back. You spent years and years waiting, and yet she never came for you. After you joined Hydra you realized she never would. She didn’t care enough.

You looked around your cell, fixated on the brick wall - not that there was much to look at, it was blank. The room was bare of any form of life, as was all of Hydra. It was as empty as you felt.

From under the crack of the door, you can see red, but you weren’t alarmed, considering the fact that it was probably your dungeon-mate, Wanda. You had worked with her before - you tried not to talk much with the brunette though. If you were being honest, she frightened you.

You jumped as sirens began to wail, pulling you from your thoughts. You already knew it wasn’t good news. Something was happening - something bad.

“The Avengers,” you heard Wanda snarl, and you shift slightly. You guaranteed that they weren’t coming to rescue you - or the Maximoff twins. They were here for the scepter.

You even wondered if they knew that the three of you were there.  The door to your cell swung open, and you rose to your feet, looking worriedly at the guard. You followed the guard, and he led you towards a stone doorway; you met up with Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. 

The Maximoff twins stared at you, and you shifted uncomfortably. “We’re on the verge of a breakthrough,” Strucker grumbled.

“Then let’s show them what we’ve accomplished,” Dr. List replied, glancing at the three of you. “Send them out.”

“It’s too soon,” Strucker replied.

“It’s what they signed up for,” List argued.

I definitely didn’t sign up, you thought, but didn’t argue. There was a twinge of red, and you could feel Wanda’s gaze on you. 

“My men can hold them,” Strucker replied.

. . . 

“We will not yield,” Strucker said loudly. “The Americans sent their circus freaks to test us,” your frown tightened. “We will send them back in bags.” 

Jeez, you thought, crossing your arms. 

“No surrender!” Strucker demanded. 

“No surrender!” the HYDRA soldiers echoed.

You and the twins line up as you see a helicopter fly across the sky, trying to land in the bare field outside of your compound. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach - sure, you’d been through training and practiced on easier targets. But never the Avengers.

“Alright. Go ahead.” Strucker told the three of you.

Pietro immediately zoomed under the helicopter, Wanda following along as a cloud of red floated below her. She began to blast red energy balls at the helicopter, causing the vehicle unsteadily flip through the air. You shifted on your feet, trying to come up with some course of action - but it was no use. You were stuck to the spot.

“What the hell are you waiting for! Go!” A Hydra soldier ordered you.

You flinched before sticking out your hands and blasting yourself into the air, knocking the guard back into a wall. 

You smiled slightly with satisfaction when you land, but you stopped, dumbfounded, in your tracks. 

A figure landed on the ground in front of you. She had bright red hair, a mischievous smirk, a splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose. And those eyes. Bright, foresty green. You’d know those eyes anywhere. 

“Natasha,” You gasped, taken aback by her presence. The redhead stopped and paused, almost as if she too was thrown off guard. But Natasha quickly changed her posture, fixing it to look threatening.

“(Y/n)… it’s a surprise to see you here.” She remarked. “You always have the choice to do the right thing, you know this. I know you - I do.” Natasha said, meeting your eyes. “Come on (Y/n). Come with me, we’ll work things out.”

You smirked at her desperation. “While I appreciate your offer, that would be a no.” You growled, using your powers to blast the redhead through the air, watching her land all the way across the field.

Natasha stood up after she let out a grunt of pain. You backed away, trying to focus on the other targets that Wanda and Pietro were attacking. You focused on Captain America, trying to throw him off his tracks when an arm wrapped around your neck, throwing you completely off guard.

“(Y/n), I know you. Okay? I know you. I know that somewhere, deep down, you still love me. I’m still your best friend. So please, just please listen to me. You don’t have to do this. We’ll take you back to the compound and work from there. Please.” Natasha said from behind you.

And for a brief moment, the thought did cross your mind. What if you joined her? What if you became a part of the Avengers, working towards creating a better world? But then, you realized, Hydra was doing the same thing. 

Each side had the same end goal - make the world better. The difference was how they decided to go about it.

Natasha started taking your silence as an agreement, and this caused her to make a critical mistake- removing her firm hold against your throat. 

“Never, ever talk to me like that. I’m not weak anymore, Romanoff. And I will never, ever make the mistake of loving you again. I won’t let you abandon me again, you fucking liar!” You screamed, blasting her even further than before.

The other Avengers paused - your power had thrown them off guard. They knew you were powerful, sure. But they didn’t expect THE Black Widow to be thrown across the field as long as a football stadium like it was nothing.

Wanda titled her at Natasha as a dark chuckle left her mouth. “I didn’t know an Avenger was so weak. It’s time to end you, Black Widow.” The witch stuck out a hand full of a red glow- but it didn’t last long. 

Thor slammed his hammer down, and a wave of powerful energy made everyone fall down. “Twins. (Y/n). You will stop this at once. I am the God of Thunder, and I demand this stop before I destroy everyone on these grounds?”

“Cute.” You mumbled. As you and the twins glanced between each other, you began your attack. Not even Thor’s strength could beat the three of you - with all your power combined, he was useless. 

“What powers do you possess? How could some teenagers knock me down?” Thor yelled as Wanda slammed him down, the sound of a bone breaking.

Pietro smirked, “Because, you are no god. And you made the biggest mistake of all - underestimating us.” Wanda snapped her fingers, and you gasped as Captain America’s neck was twisted, and the man fell over. Dead.

“Consider this a warning. Never come bother us or our organization again. Otherwise, all of you will have the same fate as your friend here - and trust me, we can be a lot more cruel.” Wanda said with a dangerous smile.

Natasha gave you a deadly stare. You backed away with the twins, but guilt and anger ate you up inside. One part of you wanted to cry out for help - to be rescued. Finally feel like you were doing something good.

But the other part of you … you were furious. Natasha tried to negotiate with you, as if she didn’t abandon you. As if you weren’t left behind for Hydra to catch. The redhead never came back for you. You were probably just part of a scheme her and her family planned from the start.

Natasha opened her mouth, as if she was going to argue. Say something back. But she didn’t. Her lips pursed, and she backed away slowly from you and the twins. And you couldn’t help but feel like you won some sort of emotional battle.

For once in your life, you were the one in control. Not Natasha. Not Hydra. You fought the Avengers head on - and you fucking won. You don’t know if there’s anything better than that feeling.

You turned to the twins, looking for some type of guidance on where to go. What to do. Hydra had left you, the Avengers backed down. What now? You didn’t have a place anymore. Nowhere to run to. You were stuck.

After a beat of silence you finally said, “Where do we go now?”

Wanda and Pietro looked at each other before Wanda finally said, “Home. Now we go home, (Y/n).”

“What if I don’t have a home?”

“Then you run.”

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A/N: I'm pretty sure I wrote this while being zoned out. I don't really expect anyone to read this one. Was gonna erase it but @marvels-writings insisted that I should post it so... here it is I suppose.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters on this fic, they belong to Marvel.

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"Hey love"

"Hi honey" you pressed a kiss to Natasha's forehead as you sat down next to her on the couch. "I was wondering if you have any plans today?" 

"Not much, just gonna go to town with Bruce." 

Your smile disappeared as soon as she mentioned his name. This had been going on for a few weeks now, every time you tried to spend some time with your girlfriend she always had something scheduled with him.

"O-oh, I understand..." 

"What's wrong?" She brought her hand to slowly caress your face, but you slowly leaned away from her touch and got up.

"N-nothing darling... Have fun today." 

Before the redhead had the chance to ask anything else you had already left, ready to lock yourself in your shared room and lay down in bed, tears slowly dropping down your face.

Days passed as you slowly got accustomed to the pain and the heartbreak, used now to the russian assassin giving most of her attention to Banner. Every small touch, every laugh, it all made your blood boil but what hurt the most was knowing you were loosing her… You could see it in the way she looked at him, in the way she talked about him. 

It was driving you insane…

No matter how much Natasha reassured you that you were the one she wanted, the one she loved with her entire heart, you weren't oblivious to the way Bruce felt about her. And it was only a matter of time before the redhead would slip out of your arms and into his.

And yet you wouldn't leave, you would never leave her, because she was your everything... and so long as your heart kept beating, you would always love her and stay right by her side...

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Y/N: Do you need a hug?

Natasha, upset: WHAT DO YOU THINK??

Natasha: *Storms off*

Y/N:

Natasha, coming back: Yes please, I’m sorry

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y/n: *lying on the floor*

nat: *walks by*

nat: what are you doing?

y/n: im wounded *pretends to die*

nat: what hurt you?

y/n: im wounded by love *coming back from the dead then dies again*

[diaryoflife]

Y/N: Just realized there’s nothing stopping me from drinking a lava lamp.

*Natasha sighs and hits the back of Y/N’s head whilst the team laughs*

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Hold Your Breath

⁀➷ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

⁀➷ Notes: First fic so be gentle with me! Just some fluff :)

⁀➷ Summary: You make sure Nat knows her scars are nothing to be ashamed of.

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“Come on, this water’s amazing.” You smiled widely as you let yourself fall backwards, the water holding you tightly as you floated gently on the surface. 

You loved to swim. You’d swam since being young, an outlet for your stress. It was a way to train, a way to relax, somewhere to unwind. So, to say you were excited when Natasha had finally agreed to come along with you this time was an understatement. 

Of course, you’d asked her before, using both the excuse of training and quality time. She’d never really jumped at the opportunity before, and you’d just simply presumed she wasn’t overly fond of the water - you wouldn’t hold it against her given her past.  

It’s why you’d chosen Stark’s roof-top pool in the first place. It was private, secluded. A trusted place to let her guard down. It was a hot day, the rays of the sun danced on the water's surface, and you found yourself running into the pool the second you threw your towel aside. A child-like excitement coming over you at the contact of the cold water. 

“You coming in Natty?” You swam over to the side, treading water as you asked her to join you again. You’d asked earlier but she had been a little slow to reply and you figured she just wanted to adjust to the setting, so you didn’t complain when she made herself comfortable on one of the loungers by the poolside.  

“Yeah.” Natasha nodded and she stood up. Yet she hesitated at the water's edge, her eyes flickering nervously down toward the swimsuit she wore beneath her robe. Her hands lingered on the belt to undo it, her fingers fidgeting with the silk fabric. 

You knew that beneath the composed exterior she always wore, there was a vulnerability she rarely exposed. She could see it in her the way she bit the corner of her lip, her eyes staring at you in a silent apology. 

“‘Tasha…” You began, pulling yourself out of the water, your wet hand coming to cup the redhead’s cheek, “You know I love every part of you.” 

You whispered, gently helping her undo the knot, the silk fabric falling slowly down her shoulders revealing her soft skin. Soft skin, which was broken up by jagged scars, some were old, some new. Memories of past battles and missions alike. They were part of her. They were her. And you meant what you said, you loved every part of her. 

Your fingers came to gently trace along the lines, slowly moving down as more of the robe relaxed and fell. “You’re beautiful.”  

Natasha’s anxious eyes softened as she took in your words, her hand coming to find your own. She took a deep breath, trying to embrace vulnerability, “They’re not pretty.”  

“Every part of you is pretty.” You murmured against her neck, littering her skin in gentle kisses, “You don’t ever need to feel ashamed of these. They all tell stories, they’re part of you, you don’t ever need to hide them around me.” Her robe fell to the floor as you finished, she smiled, her lips coming to meet yours as she pulled you closer towards her. 

“You’re my whole world y’know that.” Natasha blushed as she pulled away from you, holding the way of your wet hair as she kept your foreheads pressed together. 

“And you’re mine too.” You looked down at her hand in your own, bringing it up to kiss her palm before stepping back to admire her stunning black bathing suit, her flawless body never failing to make you swoon. 

You turned your back to the water, keeping her hand in yours as you slowly lowered yourself back down into the pool, “Come on, let’s go enjoy the water baby.” 

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Paring: natasha x reader (don't think I used pronouns)

Tags: mentions of violence/guns, blink and miss it angst, fluff

A/N: Thank you anon 🥳 You're the best, thanks for the request! I just did both and chose Nat ❤️

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Okay, so you fucked up. You definitely should've waited for backup.

Your feet stumble over each other on the broken road, gunfire from behind you willing you to move faster. Around you, a marketplace crowded with people, innocent people. In your hand, a powerful agent in a small vial, strong enough to wipe out the entire city.

"On your left," you finally hear on the comms. You let out a sigh of relief as you look back to see a truck coming through.

You see Natasha leaning out the window of the backseat passenger side, arms ready. "Y/N! Take my hand," she calls to you, the truck driving next to you as you run.

You reach out to her, making eye contact with the widow. Usually, you would see a look of annoyance, you were surprised to see her green eyes filled with worry. Brows pushed together as her face wavers with fear.

"Take my hand!" She calls again, and this time you jump up, letting her grab you. Natasha pulls you into the truck as Sam cheers from the drivers seat with a "Hell yeah!" While you sit in the backseat with Natasha, bullets littering the back of the truck.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, laughing along with Sam in relief. Natasha only moves away from you, seemingly shaken up.

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As the truck pulls up to the safe house, you hand the vial to Sam after the three of you get out. "I'll get this bad boy locked up," he nods and pats your shoulder to which you wince. Natasha frowns at you when he walks away.

"What the fuck was that?" She says, pushing you. Your back hits the door of the truck.

"Easy!" You wince again, groaning at the sharp pain from your shoulder blade.

"No, you could've died!" Natasha yells back in your face. "You could've died..." She says in a softer tone, tears welling in her eyes.

"Nat..." You mumble, reaching out to her. She slaps your hand away. Pushing you again. And again. She hits your chest, letting the tears fall down her cheeks.

"You don't get to just, make someone care about you, and then-then do stupid shit like that!" She cries, and you stand there shocked. You had never seen the widow this upset, let alone in an incident involving you.

"I didn't think you cared that much... you don't act like it," you say, reaching your hand across your body to hold your shoulder. Natasha sighs, looking to your face, studying your soft eyes and bruised cheek.

"Because of this exact reason. I try to stay away, and I try not to care. But you're so fucking..." She's at a loss for words, and instead of trying to find the right ones, she grabs your face in her hands and kisses you.

Her lips are soft and wet, salty from her tears. You wrap your arms around her middle and pull her closer, deepening the kiss. The kiss you had wanted since the first day you laid eyes on her. She pulls apart only a little, her forehead resting on yours as her lips hover over your lips.

"Don't do something so stupid again," Natasha sighs, and you nod in response. You press your lips to hers again, mumbling out an apology.

"You're in a lot of pain, aren't you?" She says.

"Yep," you groan and smile as she laughs and wipes her face. Her hand rests on your cheek for just a second longer before she takes your hand.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"Wait, does this mean I can kiss you again or... was that like a one-time thing or..." You trail off, raising your eyebrow.

"You're insufferable... Yes, you can kiss me again," Natasha says in a serious tone, but the smile on lips tells you all you need to know.

[ncis-nerd]

Desperate Bunny

Note- Did not proofread. I think I called Nat daddy once but Wanda is daddy, Nat is mommy and Carol is captain.

Ship: Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Degradation, small use of feminine pet names, aftercare, fluff. Reader has a uterus.

About: What happens when y/n is needy and tries to be slick about it? Wanda teaches them a lesson. Fluff and aftercare after!!

Wanda smiled as her fingers brushed along y/n's face. "Awe, is our dumb little puppy needy?" The redhead cooed. Y/n whimpered in response. Carol and Nat huffed. "Of course they are, look how they're just rutting themself on my boot. So pathetic" Carol growled. Y/n desperately rode Carol's once shiny boots, now covered in her sticky wetness. "They're definitely cleaning this later" Carol mumbled to Nat. Carol lifted her boot, causing it to hit y/n's clit. They gasp softly and plead. "Please Carol, please. I need it, please captain-" they spew out. Carol smirks "Captain?" Y/n began to blush in embarrassment, their face turnt tomato red. "Awe our dumb little slut gets flustered so easily" Wanda murmured. "Stupid mutt doesn't even know what they're begging for." Nat hissed.

Y/n continued chasing their high, attempting to get off before anyone could notice. Unfortunately, their act was not subtle and was put to a stop immediately "The dumb whore thinks they can do whatever they please, get off whenever they want. They don't know their body belongs to us and we're the only ones that can bring it pleasure." Nat growled.

Wanda snaked her arms around y/n, lifting up, to her level. "Ladies I think we need to teach our puppy a lesson." Wanda purred, caressing y/n's body. Her arms light as a feather, enough to leave y/n squirming in their place. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, baby?" Carol inquired. Pressing a soft kiss against Wanda's lips. Wanda pulled away, and glanced towards Nat, motioning for her to get closer. "I think..." Wanda whispered, dragging the two closer, all y/n could hear were a bunch of hushed voices, they whined, not liking being excluded. "it's okay detka" one of the woman's voices said in a comforting tone. Nat left the room, y/n looked at Wanda confused, scrambling their brain to figure out what the three were planning.

Nat returned with rope and a vibrator in her hands, Carol began to move y/n to the bed. Nat started to tie up y/n and moved closer to their eye. Whispering "if you need to stop at anytime, you can call your safewords. Remind me what they are, my love?" Nat asked, her words tickling against y/n's ear. Y/n, stuck in their thoughts, neglects to hear Nat. "Honey?" Nat pulled away, looked at y/n concerned. This caught y/n's attention, "yes mommy?" Y/n squeaked. "Angel, I asked to hear your safewords." Nat said. "Red if I want to stop completely, Yellow to slow down and green means I'm okay." Y/n spoke. "You're doing great baby, if you need to stop then call red, detka." Nat praised.

Once Nat finished tying up y/n, Wanda turned on the vibrator that was between their legs all the way up. Y/n jerked immediately, squirming and moving all over the bed. "So responsive, so sensitive" Carol noticed. "What's the matter baby, thought you wanted more? Didn't you wanna cum, puppy?" Wanda pouted with fake sympathy and teasing y/n. They nodded in response, "p-please daddy, please- can i cum- gonna cum.." they exclaimed. "Oh..don't worry little one, your daddy decided that since you want to get off so badly, you can cum as much as you want baby." Nat smirked.

A few orgasms later, y/n was realizing what Wanda's true plan was. To make them cum as until they're begging her to stop. Until it's too much. "Have you had enough yet, puppy?" Wanda cooed, going over to y/n and admiring the tears dripping down their face. "So wet, is that for us detka?" Carol mumbled, her hands running all around y/n's soft body. "Of course it is, the whore loves this." Nat purred, latching onto y/n's nipple. Biting it softly and tugging on it. Her tongue circled their breast, coating it in saliva. Nat moved away and flicked the bud with her finger. Y/n groaned softly, arching they back and moving towards their daddy's touch. Nat smirked in response, noticing y/n's little show.

"Did you learn your lesson puppy?" Wanda spoke, moving the vibrator and putting it directly on their clit. Y/n squealed "Daddy, too much!!" They exhaled in a shakily breathe. Wanda continued, for one final orgasm. They felt that rush come over them and whined they still felt the vibrator on them. Wanda let them ride out their high, then turned off the vibrator.

Y/n laid spaced out, sprawled all over the bed. "God look at our little slut." Carol admired. "So pretty, only we can make you this way. Isn't that right baby?" Wanda cooed, not expecting a response as you were entering subspace. Nat began to loosen y/n and left little kisses on her wrists and legs that were previously tied up. Carol went to get water and lotion for their wrists, Wanda put the toys away, to be cleaned up at a later time.

A cold washcloth touched y/n's skin, they whimpered and tried to move away from the cold piece of cloth. "Shh.. it's okay detka. You did so good my love. Let mommy clean you up, hm? No more playing, all done." Wanda whispered, looking at y/n. Admiring the mess they made out of their angel, before cleaning them up. The cloth dragged through y/n's folds, they continued to whine but no longer protested and allowed Wanda to clean them up.

Carol walked in with the water and lotion. She joined y/n on the bed, pulling them into her lap after putting the lotion on them. She held the opened bottle to their mouth "Drink, baby." She murmured. Y/n took large sips. "'M so proud of you my love, ya know that?" Carol praised.

The three woman cuddled y/n. Y/n was in the middle of Wanda and Nat, their head pressed against Wanda's chest, legs intertwined with the redheads' legs. Hands drawing shapes on Wanda's unclothed stomach. Wanda smirked. Carol held Nat, and the four fell asleep.

"Still feeling floaty babes?" Carol spoke in nothing louder than a whisper. Y/n hummed in response, looking around. The bed felt lighter, Wanda and Nat were nowhere to be found. "They went to food babes." Carol spoke, noticing the way y/n was searching the room, scanning their eyes for the pair that were gone. "Wanna watch a movie in the living room, baby?" Y/n nodded against Carol's chest. As Carol stood up, she nodded y/n still laying in the bed. "Cmon babes, get up." Carol spoke. Y/n whined and did grabby hands, reaching for Carol. "Oh? Want me to carry you, bunny?" Carol questioned. Y/n nodded. Carol bent down and lifted y/n, they wrapped their legs around Carol, laying their head on Carol's head. They signed in contempt. "Oh is this more comfortable, bunny?" Carol smirked, carrying them to the living room. Carol put them down on the couch, they whined in response, from the loss of touch. "I'll be right there detka, let me just grab the remote" Carol promised, seeing y/n's distress.

"Want popcorn babes?" Carol spoke, turning on the television. Y/n shook their head and whined, they just wanted Carol. The captain laughed in response and joined them on the cough. "My clingy baby, so cuddly. Like a koala." Carol teased. Y/n hid their face in embarrassment. "Hey, hey. No need to be shy, bunny. Let me see your pretty face. Hm?" Carol cooed, removing y/n's hands from their face. "Ah! There you are, my gorgeous little bunny. What to you wanna watch baby?" Carol asked, scrolling though the list of movies. When scrolling, y/n's favorite movie comes up. Immediately, they point at the screen "Tangled!!" They exclaimed. Carol laughed at this "Oh, so you can speak now? Hmm.. are you pointing at Tom and Jerry? I can't quite tell what you're pointing at. Can you repeat that, bunny? Carol teased, wanting to hear more of their voice. "I said-" They were cut off, being attacked with tickles by Carol. They squealed. "Carol!!", squirming, breathlessly.

Wanda and Nat walked into the house with a brown baggie filled with Chinese takeout. The redhead met the eyes of the green eyed spy and smiled when they heard the voice of y/n laughing. Wanda dropped the baggie on the counter and they went to investigate. They were greeted with the sight of Carol on top of y/n, trapping them beneath her and tickling them. "So this is what you did while we were gone?" Nat teased Carol. "Hey, what could I say? They are just so tickleable!" Carol exclaimed. Wanda sat next to them on the couch "Tickleable? Huh.. Don't think that's a word detka." Wanda spoke, leaving a kiss on the captain's forehead and latching onto y/n's hand. "Hm, how is our bunny doing? You still light or out for subspace, honey?" Nat asked, sitting next to the others. Carol got off of y/n. Giving them some space to answer. "I'm here, I'm back. Still feel a little light though, more cuddly though." Y/n spoke, as their tummy growled. Suddenly, they noticed the smell of low mein and shrimp wontons. "Mm that smells so good.. you got my favorite!" Y/n spoke, happily. "Mhm, only the best for our bunny." Wanda hummed, leading them to the kitchen. The movie long forgotten about.

A/N: If you liked the fic then heart, reblog and comment!! This is not apart of my series inspired by song titles au.

[wandanatsbaby]

Star

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: gun. Mention of death

Natasha stood behind you. Watching, waiting, Waiting for you to find your favorite star threw the telescope before she made her move.

She had done this countless times before. She found it was easier for her victims to accept peace when they were looking at something they loved and she wouldn’t treat you any differently. So she waited quietly behind you as you adjusted the microscope looking for the specific star you loved.

She watched as your posture started to relax as you finally saw the little blue star you had been looking for. With a quiet breath she raised the gun in her hand to point it at you. She was ready. Ready to finish this mission and return home.

“It’s beautiful. Isn’t it?” You asked the girl standing behind you. She took a shaky breath at your words having not realized you knew she was there.

You turned to look at her with a small smile on your face completely ignoring the gun.

“If you're going to kill me I'd prefer you do it as I sleep tonight. I may love the star but I'd feel more comfortable laying next to you, Natty” You whispered. “But if you must then I shall look back at my star.” You turn your back to her again and look through the telescope. The star twinkles as you watch it.

“I hope I become one of them.” Suddenly the gun in Natashas hand feels too heavy and it's as if she can’t get enough air in her lungs. The gun drops to the ground with a harsh thud followed by the sound of her knees hitting the ground as choked sobs escape her body.

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

Y/n: I did not sleep at all last night.

Tony: y'know what they say? If you can't sleep its because someone is thinking about you.

Y/n: ha! Who'd be thinking about me at 3am?

*Natasha panicking*

[romanoffshouse]

Dating Natasha Romanoff would include:

 Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

At the beginning of your relationship, you went on many dates.

After a while you two got closer and closer

You spend a lot of time together.

Movie nights

Cooking together, even tough she’s not the best cook.

Going to a fancy restaurant

Nat cares so deeply for you

You’re always there for each other.

She loves you so much.

Natasha, making you braids.

Taking you on a ride on her motorcycle

She loves seeing you wearing one of her helmets.

Being friends with the other avengers

Cuddling in bed

Natasha calling you Russian petnames

Eating peanut butter sandwiches

Spending late nights out

Nat wearing your clothes.

Natasha would teach you archery.

Natasha speaking Russian when she gets tired cause it’s easier on her tired brain.

You would learn Russian for her.

Having lots of fun together

Waiting of her to come back from a mission.

Natasha, giving you comfort.

Adopting a cat together and naming it Liho

Natasha gets very protective over you.

Being worried about Natasha when she is on a mission.

She always tries to hold your hand when she gets the chance.

Holding hands under tables and under blankets.

She loves playing with your hair and giving you back rubs.

She cuddles up to you during movie nights.

Natasha is there for you when you’re not feeling well.

You are so glad to have each other.

[thewidowsghost]

Liho and the Lion (Natasha Romanoff x G/n Reader)

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

Main Masterlist

@yellowvxbes​ asked:

hello. i’m sending in a request for you:

how about natasha x reader and they so happen to save a very, very cute cat which in no way at all is relating to me in any way. and the cat so happens to be an orange tabby who is a kitten.

and they’re both saviors for the cat.

thank youuuu 😁😁

I’m apologizing in advance for how long I’ve had this request. @yellowvxbes​ requested this like six - eight months ago, and I just happened to find it in my drafts. I also feel slightly terrible because this is totally not a full length fic :(

I hope my Yel enjoys, however :)

Natasha fixes her gaze on (Y/n), who is sitting and staring off into the distance. 

“What’re you thinking about?” Natasha asks her lover. 

“Nat,” (Y/n) turns to face their girlfriend, “I want a cat.”

“Honey,” Natasha reaches over and uses a finger to turn (Y/n)’s face to meet her gaze, “we have a cat.”

(Y/n) shakes their head. “But Liho is your cat,” (Y/n) replies, their gaze flicking to said cat, who was lying in Natasha’s lap. “He’s always cuddling with you,” (Y/n) says, and Liho lifts his head, his green eyes meeting (Y/n)’s (E/c) gaze. (Y/n) narrows their gaze at the cat, before returning their gaze back to Natasha. 

“How ‘bout we go for a walk?” Natasha asks. 

After a moment, (Y/n) nods. “Fine,” (Y/n) mutters. 

“You sound so upset,” Natasha murmurs, placing a kiss on (Y/n)’s lips. (Y/n) brightens a little at the kiss. “And I’ll think about it,” Natasha says, and (Y/n) brightens even more. 

Natasha and (Y/n)’s joined hands swing between them as they walk together down the sidewalk. 

“Get outta here you mangy animal!” a man yells, and an animal lets out a terrible, terrified screech. 

A streak of orange dark red streaks straight to the couple and scrambles up (Y/n)’s legs to quiver in their arms. 

(Y/n) stares down at the mackerel tabby as he buries his head in their chest. The cat whimpers, turning his head to stare at the man as he runs closer, a wooden spoon grasped in his hands. 

“What’s going on here?” Natasha asks, staring at the man with her Black Widow glare. The man stops in his tracks, lowering the spoon. 

“That creature,” the man jabs the spoon at the cat, but he falters when Natasha glares at him again. 

The cat mewls, burning his head into (Y/n)’s chest again. 

The man walks away, swinging his spoon by his side. 

“Nat,” (Y/n) murmurs, looking at the poor quivering kitten in their arms. 

Natasha reaches out a hand, and the kitten tentatively lifts his head, pressing his tiny nose to her hand. 

“You were wanting a cat,” Natasha replies and (Y/n) grins, smoothing down the cat’s fur. 

. . . 

“What do I call you?” (Y/n) asks, lying down in front of the sleeping cat. “Cream? Pepper -”

“Not Pepper,” Natasha comments from the kitchen table. “That’s too close to home.”

(Y/n) glances over at Natasha, flashing her a grin. “Butter? Blaze? Caramel? Cheddar? Ginger? Sunny? Mango? Maple? Leo?” 

The mackerel tabby lifts his head, purring sleepily. 

“Leo?” (Y/n) asks. 

Leo reaches out, resting a paw atop (Y/n)’s hand. 

. . . 

“Liho and Leo the Lion,” Kate Bishop lies on the floor in front of Leo. 

(Y/n) looks up from their book. “Leo the Lion?” (Y/n) asks. 

“You know, like Earl of Sandwich?” Kate asks and (Y/n) laughs. 

“That is just how you named Lucky,” Yelena says, sitting across the table from her sister where they were playing cards and drinking beer. 

“How’d you decide on the name Fanny?” (Y/n) asks Yelena. 

“Ask your girlfriend,” Yelena replies. 

“Excuse me,” (Y/n) asks, putting up their book.

“One of my false identities was Fanny Longbottom,” Natasha replies, a blush darkening her pale cheeks. 

“You’re kidding?” (Y/n) asks, a laugh escaping their mouth. 

“Sadly,” Natasha replies. 

. . . 

“You know you can train a cat?” (Y/n) asks Natasha, looking up from the sleeping tabby in their lap. 

“You’re going to traumatize that poor cat,” Natasha tells (Y/n). 

“He loves me,” (Y/n) replies. “Don’t you, Leo.” Leo purrs softly in his sleep. “See,” (Y/n) says proudly, puffing out their chest. 

. . . 

“I think we need to take family photos,” (Y/n) says one day at bedtime. 

Natasha, who was half asleep, lets out a murmur of agreement. 

Liho and Leo look up from their position on the couch across from the bed, as though wondering what their redheaded mother knew what she’d just agreed to. 

. . . 

“I’m glad I agreed to this,” Natasha asks, flicking through the stack of professional photos they’d just picked up from the photography shop. 

“Look at our little happy family,” (Y/n) agrees, gazing at the photos. Liho was sitting in Natasha’s lap, her head resting atop Leo’s back. The orange tabby is sitting in (Y/n)’s lap, his head resting on (Y/n)’s knee. 

Word Count: 815 words

[despairsphantomwrites]

Enemies (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8

Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12

Part 13 || Part 14 (coming soon)