Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Princess Natasha of Russia, is to be wed to Prince Amir of Senoria, the only problem is his younger sister catches her eye.
Cute one-shot things - (shoutout to Grammarly and chatbot helping me with the language for this).
w/c: 6.6k
This may become a series in the future but for now it’s what was on my mind
Pairings: Wanda x Reader, Platonic! Pietro x Reader (3rd Person)
Tags & Warnings: historical au, enemies to lovers, suggestive themes
Summary: Y/n Stark, the eldest child of the Duke of Jericho, wanted nothing more than to marry for love and find a match that reminded her of the love shared between her parents. But if she was going to end up marrying for love, Y/n had to make sure she was a woman worth loving first. After years of perfecting everything about herself and learning to know exactly what to say and when to say it, Y/n had successfully become everything a man could ever want in a potential wife. Just in time for her entrance into society. So she will be damned if she lets some smug, arrogant, and irritatingly gorgeous princess ruin the dream she's worked so hard to fulfill.
Word Count: 8.5k
Tag List: @raqelacevedo, @sayah13, @nobodyfindthisacc, @natasha-belova
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“Can you believe I’ve managed to get away with throwing wine at the Princess without a single scratch?” Y/n laughed in wonder as Lillian did her hair for the morning.
“I still don’t know how you did it, my lady.” Lillian said, smiling at Y/n’s amazement and disbelief.
“Though it is unfortunate that I’m being forced into tutoring that wretched woman, this entire situation couldn’t have ended up any better.” Y/n said, trying her best not to roll her eyes at the mention of Wanda.
“You never did reveal the reason as to why you poured wine all over the Princess in the first place, my lady.” Lillian spoke and Y/n’s smile dropped, her mind going back to that night where Wanda had come up from behind her out of nowhere, pressing her body against hers.
THIS IS EVERYTHING
Wanda Maximoff x reader
Summary: Wanda is in a dark place and you have to comfort her
Warning: heavy topics, sad wanda, wanda depends on reader, allusions to suicide, 18+
Word count: 605
A/n: hello this post was professionally edited by @sheisnotalone (like the blog layout huehuehue) hi everyone, can't say too much about the fic because i feel like it's not my playce since i didn't write it. leave mags a lot of nice notes on this because she is amazing and say thank you to her for trusting me with editing her entire blog, ly mags <3
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader
Word Count: ~12100
Warnings: Everything one might expect.
(A/N): Upon rereading this part, I thought the ending a little too cruel and rewrote it. This, I think, you deserve. With love, I.
Summary: “I’m used to being lonely, but forever to be a stranger is a strange grief.” - Ursula K. Le Guin
|| I know I always said that I could never hurt you / Well, this is the very, very last time I’m ever going to ||
Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Summary - You’ve spent half a decade trying to forget her but life seems to have other plans.
Warnings - very brief description of a panic attack but I think that’s it.
Word count - 1.6k
a/n - the title is from Black and White by Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Hey! For the request thing, Nat x Reader if you’re able to of course. But also you should focus on your school work lol
“Flowers have become so rare that they are the most sought after items in the world, enough so that people have gone crazy trying to duplicate them. Reader just stumbled across a natural rose and possibly the love of their life.”
pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
word count: 6.4k
warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any!
A/N: ngl this was really fun to write and i'm actually kinda proud of it! but i have a feeling it might not have been exactly what anon had in mind but i hope you enjoy anyway! :D
reading this after a stressful quiz just brought up my mood so much i love it
Words: 2k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors DNI Smut. Public sex. Fingering (R giving). Dirty Talk.
russkaya laska = Russian Weasel
A/N: Thanks for reading! My main/sfw blog is @tastetherambeau
When you enter the dimly lit restaurant your eyes scan the room for your wife. Y/e/c eyes land on the swirling green eyes of the one you were searching for. She was wearing a white tank top and faux leather skirt that fell just above her calves.. A black blazer lay on the chair behind her, and all of her hair fell down one side of her face.
Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader ; Katie McGrath x Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/n's relationship with Lizzie has been in a rough situation and goes downhill. What should Y/n do when there's no choice left to say and new future opens up with someone new in it?
Warning: This is a 18+ series. Angst, angsts, fluff, smut, and swearing words. I do not own any pictures, GIFs, name, brand, song titles and anything I use in this story.
A/N: Hello!! I'm so thrilled that my friend/co-@stonemaxx and I finally post chapter 1 of this series! We really hope you enjoy this piece as much as we did when we were making it. Happy reading!
Let me just say. My expectations HAVE BEEN REACHED AND THEN SOME! THIS WAS AMAZING 🤩 😍 500% WOULD RECOMMEND
| natasha x fem!reader | request by @strangegardentaco
summary: You’re not an Avenger. Not even close. But sometimes, damn, you really wish you were so everyone would stop getting on your ass.
warnings: blood, violence, spidey-baiting, r is an idiot
a/n: this was the greatest request I’ve ever received. I wrote way too much and I’m sorry. Probably will have a part 2, maybe a part 3. Also I’M ONE FOLLOWER AWAY FROM 150! i know that’s probably not a lot to most people BUT IT IS TO ME so I posted this because people always follow me after I post my fics :)
AN: Thinking about making this a series, I’d definitely like to continue with them :) Special thanks to @sweetmissnothing for proofreading and editing 💓
Paring: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Warning: Swearing
Summary: When your babysitter cancels last minute, you have no choice but to bring you daughter with you to your college class. There, you daughter seems to catch the attention of your hot redhead professor.
Words: 2k
“Wanna get ice cream..” Stella grumbles as you struggle to walk with her on your hip, with your book bag slung over your other shoulder.
You have to stop momentarily, squeezing your eyes together as you take one, two, three deep breaths. Today was going to require a lot of patience, more patience than you felt you could give. After a moment you open your eyes and start up again.
“Mommy” Stella tugs on the shoulder of your sweater, trying to get your attention.
“I know sweetheart.” You tell her, adjusting her on your hip as you cross the street to your college campus.
“Mommy.” Stella whines again.
You sigh, it’s not your two and a half year old daughters fault, it’s not like she wanted to come to your honors English class. It was nearly 9 am when your babysitter, Sharon, called and canceled on you, apparently having caught a particularly bad cold. None of your friends or neighbors could watch Stella on such short notice so you had no choice but to bring her.
You supposed you could have skipped class today, if it was any class other than English, you would have. Only your other classes didn’t have Ms. Romanoff teaching, she had a thing about missing class and you’d loathe to get on her bad side. Your English teacher was very well respected within her community and a good letter of recommendation from her could almost guarantee a job after college. Missing class especially this close to midterms wouldn’t be a good look for you. So after a little debate you packed up your things with Stella in tow.
“Ice cream.” Stella repeats, using one of her little hands to grab at your face, forcing you to look at her. She presses her forehead to yours and repeats herself again, this time drawn out. You laugh a little and place a kiss on her temple before telling her.
“I know sweet pea, you want ice cream, but it’s the morning and it’s not time for ice cream.”
“It’s always ice cream time.” She tells you a matter-of-factly.
You sigh, sugar tended to be a treat for her, Stella was endlessly energetic, a trait you loved about her, although her on sugar, was a dangerous combination. As you walk into the English department you decide to make a compromise with her.
“How about this, if you can sit on mommy’s lap and be quiet during mommy’s class we can have ice cream before lunch” You offer.
“With spwinkles?”
You giggle and lovingly squeeze the toddler in your arms. “With sprinkles.”
“Mmmhhh okay!” She cheers happily.
“Shushhhh.” You tell her “We have to use our inside voices. And when we get into class you have to be quiet. Okay?”
“Okay.” Stella mumbles.
You stop at the open door to your English class, taking a moment to prepare yourself. Your status as a mother wasn’t something you often went around advertising. Not out of embarrassment but getting knocked up in senior year of high school had taught you how judgmental others could be. You had no desire to open yourself and your mothering abilities for that kind of criticism.
You wonder if your professor would say something, it wasn’t like she could miss the toddler attached to your side. Panic flared up in you, would if she asked you to leave because she thought Stella would be a disruption? The possible idea of that sort of humiliation almost has you walking right about of the English department, class be damned. No. You had every right to be there and if she asked you two to leave you’d kindly tell her where she could shove it.
You grimace, it’s just 90 minutes, you think to yourself, you can do this. Steeling yourself you walk into your class with deliberate steps. The class is mostly full, most of your peers chatting amongst themselves. None of them took particular notice as you walked past.
Your breath hitches as you pass Ms. Romanoff’s desk, almost bracing yourself for a possible confrontation. She notices of course, but she remains wordless and, you see a slight look of surprise in her eyes at the sight of Stella. A barely raised eyebrow is the only acknowledgment you get from her before she turns her attention back to the papers in front of her.
You sigh in relief, maybe you could get through this class without much trouble at all. As you climb up the steps to your seat you notice your daughter curling up closer to you, her head tucking into your chest more. The volume and level of people bringing out her shyer more quiet nature.
You almost moan in pleasure as you sit down, having to carry your book bag along with Stella and her toys for nearly a mile wasn’t fun. Your arms ache with relief as you settle Stella on your lap and pull out your books.
“Duffy.” Stella says, turning around in your lap to tug at your shirt. You pat her head gently before combing on her soft hair with your fingers. After a few moments of this, you awkwardly reach over to pull the lavender axolotl from your bag. She squirms in your lap happily as she squishes it against her chest.
“Wanda! Wanda!” Stella squeals, drawing the attention of the people near you, suddenly taking note of the toddler in their English class. Stella takes no notice to this, bouncing up and down in your lap excitedly. Pointing at the redhead who was walking over.
Wanda Maximoff was one of the few people that knew about Stella, you had first met her at freshman orientation, along with her brother Pietro. You quickly became fast friends and she had been nothing but kind and helpful when learning of your daughter.
“Hi, Stella” Wanda says affectionately, reaching over to hold the little outstretched hand offered to her. She looks at you, a quizzical look on her face.
“Sharon canceled on me, something about a cold. No one else could watch her so I had to bring her with me.” You shrug helplessly.
Wanda nods in understanding. “You could have skipped.”
“That wasn’t an option, especially not with midterms coming up so soon.” You say, shaking your head at the notion.
“Still you didn’t technically have to come”The Sokovian says. Suddenly, Wanda’s mouth moves into a smirk.
“What?” You ask almost defensively, not liking the look on her face.
“Nothing, never mind. Don’t worry about it, besides class is starting.” Wanda says before leaving to find her own seat. You ignore her and turn your attention to the toddler in your lap.
“Okay sweetheart, class is about to start so you have to be quiet, if you need anything you have to whisper.” You tell her gently, pulling out a few quiet activities for her and placing them on the desk.
The first half hour goes by well, aside from the pressure in your lap you almost forgot Stella was there. She stayed quiet playing with a few of her toys and when she asked you for a snack she almost whispered.
You feel a bubble of pride come up in you, proud of your daughter for being so well behaved. You were so nervous about bringing her to class and there she was being the perfect child she was.
You spoke too soon, you realize. While you were lost in your thoughts of how you could reward your daughter for her good behavior, she had squirmed out of your lap without you noticing. Fear comes first, naturally, then pure horror as you watch your daughter slip down the steps of the lecture hall.
“Stella!” You whisper-shout, not caring that those in your vicinity could hear, no point in being overly discreet now.
“Stella! Come back here right now!” You try again, this time putting in an edge on tone, you needed her to know that you meant business. Still she continued to make her way down the isle not even looking your way.
“Damn it, Stella.” You say under your breath, someone was definitely not getting any ice cream.
You felt like you were watching a horror movie, unable to move, as you watched your daughter with the confidence of a supermodel walk up to your professor.
You start packing then, hastily, throwing everything in your bag ready to scoop up Stella and high tail out of there. The first place you’d go to wouldn’t be home but the school’s registration office to switch English classes. You’re zipping up your bag when you look up and almost faint at the sight.
There was your daughter in the arms of your professor, playing with her red hair happily. Ms.Romanoff, your professor, your very hot professor was holding your daughter.
“I must be dreaming.” You mumble to yourself as you slip back into your seat. You watch almost in a trance as Ms. Romanoff continued her lecture as if she wasn’t holding a child on her hip.
For the next hour, class went on normally, people asked questions and challenged one another’s ideas, but you couldn’t focus on anything. Not when your daughter sat perched on your professors’ hip. You barely even noticed when class ended.
It was a little quick tap on the leg from Wanda that had you packing up your things.
“So that was definitely unexpected.” Wanda says as you organize your notebooks and pens.
“You’re telling me.”
“So do you and Stella have any plans for lunch? We could go to that new Italian place that just opened up a few blocks down.” Wanda suggests.
“Well we were going to get ice cream before lunch as a treat, but I don’t think Stella really deserves that.” You sigh regretfully, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
“Next time then?” Wanda offers as you walk down the steps.
“Definitely.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, your patience almost non existent. You shake your head trying to clear your mind before approaching the red-headed woman.
“Ms. Romanoff, I’m so sorry, my usual babysitter canceled on me last minute and I had to bring her here and-“ You’re rambling, you know this but you can’t stop.
“It’s fine really, your daughter is very well behaved.” She compliments.
You watch as Stella lights up at the praise, her little fingers still playing with her hair. Looking completely at ease in your professor’s arms. You find yourself taking a small moment to appreciate the woman’s toned biceps, before you snap out of it, hoping the woman before you didn’t notice.
“She is for the most part, although today not so much.” You give a pointed look at Stella who keeps her eyes downcast. You’re surprised when you hear your professor laugh, low and sexy as hell. Fuck, that turns you on.
“Honestly, you can’t be surprised, asking any toddler to sit still for 90 minutes is a lot. Stella did very well.” Ms. Romanoff continues, looking over fondly at your daughter, a fondness you’d like to be looked at with from her.
“Thanks, Tasha” Stella says quietly, nuzzling her cheek onto the woman’s blouse.
“Tasha?” You ask.
“Natasha actually”, Natasha says in an even tone. Natasha, it fits her better than Ms. Romanoff ever will anyway.
“Umm, we should get going..” You say, awkwardly putting your hands out indicating you should be going.
“Of course.” Natasha hands Stella back over, giving the girl a soft smile. Stella waves enthusiastically as you leave the classroom, her smile wide as ever.
Pairing: Princess Wanda Maximoff x Pirate Reader
Summary: A kingdom rising. A Letter of marque. The desperation of a king to make his kingdom the greatest on his continent. On the other side, pirates and privateers take over the seven seas. What would be the price for the longevity of a kingdom?
Warnings: Mention of torture; mention of slavery.
Words: 1,706.
A/N: Special thanks to @abimess for the gif, and to my v.B girls.
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count: 2.8K
A/N: Based on a lovely prompt by the even lovelier @wickedmuses for 'You and Nat falling in love as she deals with Clint’s sacrifice on Vormir.'
Everyone used to have empty eyes.
They talk now about the environmental impacts. They talk about the shocks to the economy.
Sometimes, someone will mention the food shortages.
Half the room tenses with the memory they want to forget.
The other half look confused. They don’t get it. They can’t. They weren’t there.
A/n: This is part 4 of a Natasha Romanoff mini-series for y’all!
Genre:♞ Comfort || ♤ Angst || ♞ Hurt for this part but the rest of the genre for what’s to come: ☆ Smut {18+}
Warnings: Angst, divorce, panic attack, mention of physical abuse, degradation
Pairing: CEO!Natasha x Secretary!Reader | Carol Danvers x Reader
Summary: Y/n Y/l/n was hired to be Natasha Romanoff’s new secretary.
Words: 1,752
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"Ex-fiancé?" Natasha asks with a quirked eyebrow, her eyes never leaving Carol's.
"Yes, ex-fiancé," Carol says with a smug look on her face that was quickly wiped away by Natasha. "Then, I don't see the relevance of this information on the matter."
Carol looks at Natasha in disbelief, "come again?"
"Ms. Danvers, judging by your reaction, you heard me. And I don't like repeating myself when it's unnecessary," Natasha's words amuses Y/n to no end but she knew better than to let it be seen. She'll gloat about this later in private, maybe tell her best friend Kate.
Y/n keeps her composure when Carol looks back at her with a glare on her face. "So you sleep your way to the top now?" Y/n's eyes harden at the insinuation but continue to keep her professional composure.
A/N: oh my god another taylor swift song reference??? can u blame me though anyways i hope you enjoy the first part! xx
Summary: You and she both agreed that it was just a whole “Friends with Benefits” some type of thing until you fall for her. You fall so deep that it hurts you to see her being in love with someone else.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none for now
Word Count: 2.7 k
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
“We have to stop meeting up like this.” You whispered onto her wet lips as she grips the back of your hair gently, letting out a guttural moan when she slips off your underwear with ease.
“But I can’t stop, baby,” She says it with so much lust that your arousal gets more obvious. “You’re just so pretty, my pretty girl.”
She softly pushes you down on the backseat of her car and lathers her kisses with her mouth – making your hands fly to her back, gripping it tightly; but gently. She opens her eyes and it shone a sense of need and lust. You don’t complain though, you absolutely loved it whenever she looks at you like that.
Summary: It was bound to get out and things were bound to blow up.
Genre: Angst
Warning: Language, Arguing
Word Count: 1,688
Part 3 coming soon!
No one had seen or heard from Y/n in weeks. Her disappearance caused an uproar of worry from the team and all their questions and concerns went to one person: Natasha Romanoff.
With the way the two of you had been attached at the hip, always holding hands, cuddling, and “sucking face” as Tony put it, they figured she knew what was wrong with you or where you were.
summary: there is only the objective. there is only her.
warnings: blood, violence, brainwashing : rating [T]
a/n: black widow!reader. uhhhhh enemies to lovers because I'm a slut for them fanfiction tropes. also this is a part 1
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of not eating/weight loss, alcoholism, overdose, suicide, death
A/N: this is arguably the heaviest fic i’ve ever written. there are very triggering and sensitive topics in this story. so, if you are uncomfortable with any of the warnings above, please skip over this fic! happy reading <3
anon requested: super angsty nat x reader, where the reader screws up on a mission and the whole team and nat kind of ignore the reader..
Summary: Y/N makes a mistake during a mission that costs her everything.
Word Count: 1.7K
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