33, 54 and “i didn’t like the way they were looking at you” with possessive handsy nat 😩💕
prompts: 33. “You’re not going out dressed like that”, 54. “don’t forget who you belong to” & “I didn’t like the way they were looking at you”
warnings: uh nothing too smutty ndksk but possessiveness
I would really like to read some enemies to lovers troupe with either Wanda x reader or Nat x reader but I can’t find any cause I think I’ve read them all 😑
Hopefully I know some new ones that you have not read yet! I already made a list of Wanda fics with that trope, so I'll link it below.
Written by: @a-simple-imagine
Written by: @flowingwithwater
Written by: @may-fanfic
Written by: @raleigh-ocean
Written by: @startrekkingaroundasgard
Y/N: Who's your hero?
Natasha: My parents. Just 'cause like I came from nothing. So it's lie they took a chance on me and my sister.
Y/N: Now my hero is gonna sound like garbage.
Natasha: Who's your hero?
Y/N: Santa Claus.
Oh please may I request a Natasha X fem reader where Natasha comes down with the flu & reader takes care of her. At first Natasha is in denial & stubborn about being sick but Reader is having none of it, especially for the woman she has feelings for. So reader carries Natasha to her room. For a week reader does her best to make the red head as comfy as she can. Then one night when Natasha is high on medication, confesses her feelings for reader. Just pure fluff! I will forever be grateful! ❤️❤️
of course! i hope you like it <3
Take care of you
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary/request: Natasha comes down with the flu & reader takes care of her. At first Natasha is in denial & stubborn about being sick but Reader is having none of it, especially for the woman she has feelings for. So the reader carries Natasha to her room. For a week the reader does her best to make the red head as comfy as she can. Then one night when Natasha is high on medication, confesses her feelings for the reader.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 3.8k
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Requests are open
It was another day in the compound, the early sunrise started to make its way into your window, dimly lighting the room and beginning to make you stir awake.
A quiet groan escaped your lips, arms and legs automatically stretching before relaxing immediately afterwards. You’d just come back from a mission a couple of days ago, it had been exhausting and cold. So, so, cold. So it was a relief to get into pyjamas and your blanketed bed with the heating up so the room was warm, but not a furnace.
Standing up, your toes curled into the fluffy rug as you picked up a grey jumper that had been discarded beside the bed, throwing it over your figure, falling just below your thighs which were covered with loose sweatpants.
You made your way out of the bedroom and towards the communal kitchen belonging to everyone that belonged on your floor, Tony had made an all girls floor for us, apparently we need the space to deal with our 'girly stuff', that man has a way with words. Tony stayed with Pepper on their own floor and the male Avengers had been split up in small groups across other floors.
Still Here
summary: after the blip, natasha comes home to make sure her long term girlfriend is still alive
warnings: mentions of thanos, death, angst but soft
word count: 1,100
(feel free to send in any request))
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it was quiet for a moment as everyone tried to piece together what had just unfolded in front of them. after what felt like months of fighting, Thanos finally succeeded in his quest for world domination. Natasha wasn’t ready to accept the failure and she certainly wasn’t prepared to go home and be greeted with a possibly empty home but she knew there was no escaping it. she hated the solemn faces of teammates, along with their silence.
when Natasha boarded the quinjet, the first thing she did was pick up her phone with shaky hands. there was a text on a screen from a couple of hours before and now she felt more guilt than ever for not getting a chance to respond.
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last updated: 210321
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Request: Anonymous said:omg Can I Sit? was so cute sofmsmfmadmandma can a make a lil request based on it? like it’s their usual thing sitting together since that day, BUT one day nat arrives and somebody sat on her seat? retired assassin mode activated? 🥴
Word Count: 1.3k
a/n: OMGGGG, THIS!!!! this request, wow. amazing. i literally wrote can i sit back so long ago but yes, of course you can make a request! i’m definitely going to be taking more nat requests now omg, also wanda?? steve?? eye- oh lordy just anyone tbh
Also, just to clear something up, at the end it speaks about y/n waiting for nat to do something, that’s cause you’re too scared even though you know nothing bad would happen. (Trying to keep this ague but informing, it isn’t working)
Natasha walked towards the small coffee shop with a smile on her face, maybe a slight bit too excited to see you. You both had been meeting up at the coffee shop ever since, but the excitement buried in the pit of your stomachs never seemed to go away no matter how normal the meet-ups became. It was a nice feeling, talking into the late hours of the day, talking over the phone, and sending each other little flirty and joking messages.
The other avengers found out two months after you and Natasha exchanged phone numbers. Natasha, who was normally void of any emotion on her face couldn’t help the smile erupting on her face one time as she checked her phone during a break from training and, as usual, Tony felt inclined to ask. Despite Natasha shrugging it off, after a lot of careful watching, it became pretty obvious as to why Nat was suddenly ‘too’ smiley.
“So Nat,” Tony had asked, a sly smirk on his face as Natasha’s green eyes broke away from her phone and up to the billionaire, “Who’s the lucky guy?”
Request for Nat Romanoff x reader pls. Pure fluff if you can :)
Thank you for the request! I took a little inspiration from one of my favourite Marvel movies, I hope you don’t mind! I hope you enjoy!
It was one of Tony's ridiculously fancy parties at the Avenger's compound. You hated them. You really did. You found them unbearable and unnecessary.
But.
You found them slightly more bearable when the gorgeous redhead was there. Natasha Romanoff. The most incredible woman you had ever met. Granted, she was an assassin and extremely dangerous in the field, but that only increased your affections for her.
It had been 2 years since you had joined the team and moved into the facility. Your smarts and knowledge got you through the front door, but it was your deft hand with a sword that got you on the team. During your first couple of months, Nat took you under her wing and trained you herself, teaching advanced combat, defense, stealth attack, and occasionally the art of seduction. The two of you had grown very close, and you had begun to develop feelings for the captivating woman, bewitched by her skill, beauty, and ferocity.
Request for Nat Romanoff x reader pls. Pure fluff if you can :)
Thank you for the request! I took a little inspiration from one of my favourite Marvel movies, I hope you don’t mind! I hope you enjoy!
It was one of Tony's ridiculously fancy parties at the Avenger's compound. You hated them. You really did. You found them unbearable and unnecessary.
But.
You found them slightly more bearable when the gorgeous redhead was there. Natasha Romanoff. The most incredible woman you had ever met. Granted, she was an assassin and extremely dangerous in the field, but that only increased your affections for her.
It had been 2 years since you had joined the team and moved into the facility. Your smarts and knowledge got you through the front door, but it was your deft hand with a sword that got you on the team. During your first couple of months, Nat took you under her wing and trained you herself, teaching advanced combat, defense, stealth attack, and occasionally the art of seduction. The two of you had grown very close, and you had begun to develop feelings for the captivating woman, bewitched by her skill, beauty, and ferocity.
If my asks gets in, write the kiss under the rain after a mission gone wrong. Or after an argument. HSKAHSKJAHSKAHSJA thank you.
A/N: vee i see ur wanting a bit of angst tonight aoeifjawoj.
Post A/N: oh...oh this one got away from me....I would not say this is a paragraph blurb at all
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Things were escalating quickly, and you honestly couldn’t handle it. You never did well with yelling, Nat knew this, but things had gotten heated and voices were getting louder.
Natasha Romanoff x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 1475 words
Warnings: alcohol?
Summary: Natasha has the sweetest, most lightweight gf who gets a little too enthusiastic about Thor’s liquor
I really love the HC where Bucky and Nat are really close, and used that a lot in this one. It just makes me happy.
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Natasha Romanoff x Reader
This is a multi part story that involves the usual sap and fluff, but also includes some angst and the good ol’ fashion slow burn. It has become quite apparent that I am incapable of writing a short story. The story is complete and I plan to upload a new chapter daily and possibly multiple times a day if time permits. As usual I am open to an critiques that anyone has. If it is just mean comments, I ask that you leave it to yourself. There is already enough anger and hatred in the world, we don’t need it here.
Hope you enjoy!
Summary: You and Natasha have been friends for years. You have always had feelings for the assassin but could never find a way to admit them without the fear of losing a friend. Natasha is now in a relationship with another woman, and to say the least, you are not a fan. Will you finally get off your ass and say something or watch from a distance as she falls for something else?
Warnings: Angst, fluff, slow burn, smut in future chapters
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You never considered yourself a jealous person. But as you sit on one of the couches in the large Avengers common room during a party, you can’t help but be jealous of the stupid bitch that is Natasha’s girlfriend. Okay, that was mean. You can’t help but be jealous of the bitch that is Natasha’s girlfriend. The woman is actually quite smart. Smart enough to trick one of the world’s greatest spies into believing she is with her for the right reasons. You see how she stands a little closer to Nat when the cameras are around. Or how she drags Natasha around to meet all the “important people” in the room.
Natasha is one of the best people you have ever met, and you know she deserves the world. You just can’t see what Natasha sees in Jessica, ‘ugh’. She is only with Natasha for status and notoriety. She doesn’t care that Natasha risks her life almost every day to save good people around the world. Or how Natasha will never understand why little girls look up to her. Jessica, ‘ugh’, only sees the title of Avenger. She doesn’t see the woman underneath.
Word count: 2093
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Prompts: 5 - “My only fear is losing you” 11 - “You deserve more than this” 30 - “If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work”
Warning - Angst with a happy ending.
A/N: For Anon, i hope you enjoy this. I wrote this while awaiting blood results coz last night was wild and my skin hates me.
Tagging a few: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @nervousspiderling @muted-stoneheart @dynnealberto @imnotasuperhero @lesbian-deadpool
Also this fic has some Clintasha friendship because I love their friendship and think its underrated so here’s a nice gif.
Prompts 5, 11, 30
Being with an Avenger is a whirlwind you never thought you’d experience but being in love with Natasha Romanoff felt like you were born for the role. Some may say it was rather cliche how you both met, her saving you from another disastrous alien invasion, you thought you had met your end before the sight of curly red hair came into view, giving you a second chance at life. Yours eyes met briefly, yours stunned and in admiration of this beautiful red haired angel that had somewhat landed from the sky and in front of you. A year later and you have somehow managed to gracefully settle yourself deep within the russian’s heart, leaving her feeling blessed but down right frightened. You are the flickers of light that embeds within her darkest hours, a breath of fresh air breathing life back into her once cold stoned heart. That’s why she’s currently drinking away her sorrows in a deadbeat bar with Clint after ignoring the last six missed phone calls from you.
“You know this is pretty shitty Nat. At least put them out of their misery.” He lectures, before taking another sip out of his beer. His eyes take in Nat’s glossy ones as she signals for another round of vodka shots, mainly for herself since Clint declined the last four.
“Yeah well, I’d rather they hate me after than hold on to any hope of this working out in the future. It’s the best way Clint, let them see the hard cold side of ‘the infamous black widow’.” She mumbles, the burning liquid finally taking its toll on her. Clint shakes his head in disbelief before replying.
“You don’t still believe that about yourself, do you? Nat you think after all these years, you’re still that same person who I brought over here? Because let me tell you Romanoff, I see how you look at my children.. your godchildren and I see the love in your eyes for them, but most importantly I see how your eyes light up whenever Y/N is around, you breathe a little easier when they’re around like just their presence alone somehow grounds you.” He pauses for a second, gathering up his courage.
“I’m gonna be brutally honest with you Tasha, I think you’re just too scared to commit with the fear of them finding out more about you and running for the hills, hmm?” He challenges softly, tilting his head slightly to meet her now dropped gaze hoping for some reaction because any reaction is better than none when it comes to a very well poker faced assassin.Her gaze slowly lifts from looking at the dirty wet bar top to Clint’s understanding, non-judgemental look her eyes vulnerable and wet from the harsh reality. They stay like that for a moment, both trying to read one another before being startled by the sound of Nat’s ringtone indicating that you are again trying to connect with her.
Guilt settles deep within her as she realises that its way past midnight and you have to work early in the morning but are too stubborn to go to bed without knowing she’s okay first. The guilt intensifies as she presses the red button cutting you off once more before sighing heavily and leaning against the bar top, arms crossed in stubborn defiance as Clint raises a lectured eyebrow.
“Clint I swear if you give me another dad look of ‘I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed look’ I’m going to have to tell your children that they are now fatherless.” Nat grumbles halfheartedly, making Clint chuckle at the empty threat before placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Let’s get you home, teen angst. Honestly instead of moping around, how about giving yourself a good kick up the ass and realise that you are worthy of their love” He suggests lightly, his eyes full of sympathy, knowing how much his best friend struggles to accept her own self-worth and love, remembering how long it took for him and Laura to help her accept the children’s love for her and to truly accept her position in the quickly growing family. She nods numbly, accepting the helping crook of Clint’s elbow to escort her out of the dive bar, her eyes gazing at the bright screen of her phone, your smiling eyes staring back at her making her feeling queasy at her own behaviour towards you.
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“You going to be okay from here, Tasha?” Clint asks, concernedly as he watches Nat struggle to fit the key within its rightful place. He asked Jarvis once already to unlock the damn thing but Nat quickly shut the suggestion down, determined to show that she wasn’t incapable.
“I’ll be fine Clint, you should text Laura too. I know she’s been texting you for updates.” Nat grumbles, eyes glaring at the offended door as if it’s to fault for her inability to unlock it. Clint chuckles amused at her grumpiness.
“Tasha, you actually have to stick it into the right hole first.” He jokes vulgarly, making Nat shove him playfully before finally hearing that satisfying click, she grins triumphantly as Clint rubs at his bicep feigning at his bruised arm.
“Night birdbrain, thanks for keeping me company tonight. I know you don’t like being away from the family unless it’s for an emergency.” Nat states sheepishly, Clint stops rubbing at his bruised ego and pulls her in for a brief but meaningful hug before pulling away and saluting his farewell.
“You know what you need to do, Romanoff.” He reminds, walking away. Before Nat could enter the room, Clint turned quickly on his heels, making her pause.
“Oh and Don’t.Fuck.It.Up.” He impersonates, giving Nat his best RuPaul look leaving her amused.
“Laura got you watching Netflix now?” She teases, as he shrugs unashamed a cheeky grin appearing on his tired face.
“What? Domestic life suits me, you should try and embrace it more Miss.Love is for children.” He lectures, before turning back around and scurrying away narrowly missing the heel shoe to the head. Nat shakes her head, amused by her best friend’s antics before entering the apartment at Stark Tower.
Her relaxed demeanour changes instantly as she takes in her safe space. A soft glow illuminates at the end of the corridor that leads to the living room, indicating that someone has been or is in the room. She quietly walks forward reaching for her knife that lies attached in its thigh strap under her skirt. The door is ajar upon further inspection giving Nat enough insight to the intruder as her eyes peep around the door frame her body instantly relaxes, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she takes in your sleeping form curled up on the single sofa your phone still in hand clenched tightly against your chest. She pockets the knife before tip toeing over towards your peaceful form, kneeling down to take in your soft features her hand reaches out to touch your cheek but stops in fear of waking you up instead opting to grab the soft comforter from the back of the sofa and placing it gently over your slightly shivering form tucking in every inch before placing a soft kiss to your temple, her lips linger for a moment taking in the feel of your skin against her lips again after a week of stubbornly avoiding you and your touch.
The new found weight of the comforter and soft lips on you seems to bring you back from your dreamland, your eyes squinting trying to adjust to the light and your surroundings.Nat moves away quickly as if your skin burnt her making you frown in frustration, you may not have voiced it over the last few weeks but you weren’t stupid, Nat was trying to pull away from you by harshly avoiding you until you cracked enough to leave without her asking you to.
“What time is it?” You mumbled, sleepily rubbing at the sleep that lies irritably in the corner of your eyes. Swinging your legs around you sit facing your girlfriend who seems to be cowering further away from you.
“2:05 in the morning. How did you get in here? You a secret spy now?” She jokes, trying to avoid the unspoken argument, you both seem to be having with your eyes. Nat shifts uncomfortable at your gaze.
“You got something on your mind, Romanoff? Or shall I go first?” You question, the sorrow and anger over the past few weeks slowly coming to a boil. Nat remains silent, her eyes no longer locked with yours but rather on your bare feet.
“Shall we start with why have you been avoiding me for the past two weeks? How, every time I come by to see you I’m turned away like I’m just some superfan wanting in on the ‘great avengers complex’.” You accuse, your voice low and tearful. You slowly stand up and walk towards your unusually quiet girlfriend.
“You know I finally got in tonight after I managed to get a hold of Pepper but to my astonishment the key you gave me for your apartment denied me access. The irony of it right? Considering you are denying me of you.” You confess, wet tears begin to build in your eyes as you watch Nat clench her jaw stopping herself from becoming emotional.
‘The black widow doesn’t show emotion,’ Nat defends to herself, her back tense at the thought of being vulnerable.
“That’s not what I was doing Y/N. I’ve just been really busy lately, I’m sorry that I can’t give you the attention you need all the time.” Nat’s voice is rough and harsh, as her arms cross against her chest as if sheltering her painful heart as it beats rapidly in her chest. You laugh humorlessly at her poor attempt of pushing you away before walking towards her, reaching for her tentatively you pinch gently at her chin gaining her attention as you lift her head towards yours.
“If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work.” You reassure her, watching as her eyes search out your own looking for the lie within your words. You smile softly knowing that you are slowly winning her over; out of that dark place she tends to hide in. Her hands reach out and grip your biceps as if needed to be anchored. She leans her head forward against your lips as you peck her soft skin reassuringly.
“You deserve more than this.” She whispers, as you swoop in to brush your lips against her full red ones.
“I deserve you Natasha Romanoff, just as you deserve me.” You comfort, your voice confident and at ease making her relax gently into your kiss.
“I’m sorry, Lyubov moya, I’m so sorry.” She apologises, repeating her sorry’s as if asking for forgiveness.
“Nat… take me to bed and show me how sorry you are.” You husk, knowing that it’s the only way to distract her from her own self-hate after being so vulnerable with you.
“That I can do.”
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The soft glow of the moon’s light falls across the room on the top floor of the tower. Your breath quiet and low as your chest rises and falls, Nat watches your peaceful features as your eyes move beneath your lids as you dream sweet dreams. A small part of her is envious that you can sleep so peacefully without the demons from your past haunting you in every dark corner during the dead of night, it’s gotten easier for her though since having you in her bed she’s able to sleep a lot more without being disrupted. That was the worst part of avoiding you over the last two weeks, the bed was cold and unaccompanied making it easier for the devil to come out and play with her mind. She reaches out a finger tracing lightly over your cheek making you scrunch your nose at the interrupting touch.
“My only fear is losing you.” Nat confesses, whispering softly. Her eyes take in every inch of you. Wanting to keep a permanent picture of you in her mind to help ease her nightmares.
Because after-all you are the only light that shines within her darkest hour and for that she will always be grateful to call you hers.
Can you do 16 with Nat? I love your writing hope you have a nice day💞
A/N: thank you, lovely! I also hope you have a nice day! x
#16 - “I know for a fact you’re not fine.”
Nat and Steve whispered amongst themselves, trying to figure out the best way to approach you.
You were curled up on the window sill, watching the rain droplets race down the glass. Being on the run was starting to get to you, and they could see it. With each dingy motel you checked into, you lost a little more of your sparkle. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes anymore. Even your laugh seemed forced nowadays, and it was hard to force laughter when Sam was telling a joke.
Steve mumbled something and excused himself from the room, making sure to take Sam with him. You gave them a half-hearted wave, but you didn’t pull your attention away from the storm outside.
Nat pulled one of the chairs from the “kitchen” area next to you and sat down. You could feel her eyes on your skin; she was probably assessing the fragile state of your mental health through your physical appearance. It made your skin crawl - the last thing you wanted was for Nat to realize you weren’t taking the best care of yourself.
“Y/N-”
“I’m fine,” you squeaked out.
She huffed. “I know for a fact you’re not “fine.” So, what do we need to do to make it easier on you?”
You shrugged. You wanted to go home. You wanted to be back at the compound and have Tony yell at you because you were the one who put coffee grounds in the sink. But everything you wanted was impossible now. You were a fugitive, and there was no way to fix that.
Nat gently ran her fingers down your bare arm. She was always so gentle with you, and it was something you appreciated.
“I know this isn’t the life you signed up for,” she said. “We’re going to find a place to settle down eventually. We just need more time.”
“How much more?” You sniffled, quickly wiping at your eyes so no tears betrayed your calm composure. “Because I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
“Soon, my love,” she reassured you. “Soon.”
Prompt: Not sure if you have done this, but could I request something with Natasha x a single parent reader, and just make it cute and soft, as well as when Nat meets readers son\or daughter, she’s very hesitant around them. Please and thank you, as well as I love you writing!
Words: 1284
Warnings: None?
Son Name: (S/N)
A/N: I have no idea how I feel about this story since I don’t have kids and I have no clue if I’ve messed this up but yeah. I tried.
Taglist: @dynnealberto @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @marvels-writings @summergeezburr
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Natasha Romanoff was many things.
A former assassin.
An Avenger.
Russian.
She was not, however, what she would consider “good” with children. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them – or that she didn’t occasionally dream about having one someday – but being trained in the Red Room, she’d never been given the opportunity to be “motherly”. And after her procedure, the thought had become more of a pipedream than anything so she’d never really interacted with kids afterwards.
