#m; natasha

[heroesandironmenmoves]

@rebelw1thacause with Natasha

Natasha looks up from the chair that she's sitting in and tilts her head to the side "What's wrong Jasmine? You haven't been yourself today and I would like to know if it's something that I can help you with or is there someone or something that I need to go and kill because I will." She gets a thoughtful look on her face "I suppose that I get this way when I am having problems too but I know that I am stubborn about talking about emotions but I don't know about you."

[lcstxsculx]

"can i come inside?" ( seven / anyone you're feeling! )

Natasha looks at her with a neutral expression, leaving her to stand in the storm until she nods her head and opens the door wider to let the other pass within "Just don't throw you coat over anything when you take it off because it's sopping and I don't want anything getting wet." She walks in front of the other to the bathroom and gets a towel, coming back with it and handing it to her "That's for your hair, I know what it's like to have wet hair in the winter. I suppose it's just as bad as having anything else wet during the winter months." Natasha shrugs

@rubiesintherough

[meaningful-negativity]

An annoyed smile surfaced on Liz's face, as she shook her head. She knew the black widow would talk like this, but she was also bleeding quite profusely. Grabbing the woman's arm, she dragged Natasha over to where she had a few things. "You are bleeding badly, and if I don't do something, you are going to bleed out, ok?? Enough of this!!!!"

Natasha looks at the other woman then looks at the wound from which the pain is not getting to her yet and nods "Fine, do something about it then but i want you to leave after you're done. if i die that's fine but not you you'd be missed." She chuckles with a cocked eyebrow and lets Lizzie help her over to the medical supplies. "i guess i'm going to have to let you drag me to a doctor after this patching up won't i?" Natasha then looks over her shoulder, scanning for anyone trying to take advantage of their situation.

@mxgicshxrd

[morbidlcve]

Saw that your requests are open so how about a drunk reader confessing her heart out for natasha not knowing they're already dating and stuff (or something along those lines) 👀

Drunk words are sober thoughts.

pairings: natasha x reader

word count: 0.9k

CW: alcohol consumption, vomit, use of painkillers.

an: this was SO fun to write, i hope you like it!!

"One more!" you squeal excitedly, reaching for another shot lined up at the bar. It was girls' night out with you and your friends; you insisted Natasha should come, and you told her that the rest of your friends were bringing their other friends and partners, so she was allowed. "1,2,3!" one of your friends said, and you all downed the shot, sighing heavily as it burned its way down your throat. You jump around with the music that's playing in the background, pulling Natasha by the hand to the dance floor.

Time didn't seem like a concept to you as you partied your little heart out with Natasha, clinging onto her, your arms around her neck swaying back and forth, and your mind adjacent to your body. Natasha stuck by your side the whole night, her warmth always in your proximity; you were safe.

Drinks continued being placed in your hands, and soon enough, your world tilted on its axis, your stomach flipping. "Natty!! You whined, pulling her with you to the bathroom. Ever the lady, Natasha held your hair and rubbed your back gently, muttering soft words of comfort to soothe you.

You leaned back against the stall, staring at the recessed lights, your eyes fluttering shut, attempting to calm yourself down. Natasha had brought wipes with her and began to wipe your mouth, pulling out a new one for the running mascara around your eyes, then your face, to cool you down.

Feeling the cool wetness against your face, your eyes coming into contact with the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her soft eyes bore into yours, and her lips are turned into a slight smirk. "You're so pretty", you mutter, cupping her face.

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "And you're far beyond intoxicated. Let's get you home", she replied, slowly pulling you to your feet; she wrapped her arm around your side, putting your arm around her shoulder, propping you up against her.

You and Natasha stumbled out onto the bustling street, trying to call a cab while trying to keep you upright. She finally managed to put you into the taxi; she climbed in next to you, noticing you fumbling with your seatbelt. She gently took it from your hands, clipping it in.

As the cab made its way through the streets of New York, your eyes swipe across the woman's features, admitting her to memory. Your hand works its way into hers, pulling her arm into your lap; you continue to stare at her, the many lights on the outer world illuminating her face and the unnatural beauty she seems to possess.

"Do I have something on my face moya lyubov'?" she smiles, turning to face you. You shake your head, "Do you have a girlfriend?" you slur, "Because you're too pretty not to have one."

She laughs lightly, "I do, and if my girlfriend finds out that other girls are trying to hit me up, I would be rather scared for them." She smiles, looking down at your hands entwined.

"Who is your girlfriend?" You ask, your cheeks flaming slightly, "Is she pretty?" you say, looking up at her from your head resting on your shoulder. She meets your eyes. "She's the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I don't think I could ever be without her", she admits to you, her thumb stroking over your knuckles.

Your eyes begin to flutter, and you end up falling asleep against her.

The cab pulled up around the corner of the tower- Natasha softly woke you up, her thumb stroking your cheeks. "We're here, love, wake up"- not wanting to give the driver Natasha's identity, given that he didn't seem to recognize her, she paid him and then took your hand guiding you out of the vehicle.

Natasha hobbled the rest of the distance with you to the tower, where she scanned her card and walked in with you clung to her. She called the elevator and waited whilst it came to pick the two of you up. Her hand stroked your head as you stood there still groggy from your near thirty minute sleep.

Once you got back to her room, she led you to the bathroom so you could go to the toilet, and whilst you did, she quickly changed into her PJs and met you washing your hands. "Sit down, pretty girl", she told you, pulling out your face wash slightly wetting her hands before rubbing the cleanser on your face, removing your makeup.

You just sat there, letting her clean you, putting your toner, serum, and lotion on, your arms wrapped around the back of her legs. She soon moved to brushing your teeth, standing you back up so you could spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth. She gave you two painkillers and made you drink a glass of water because she knows you're going to be "dying" tomorrow.

"Go get into bed," she said softly, kissing your nose. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, then came to join you. You were slowly falling back to sleep when she slipped in next to you. "I'm your girlfriend, aren't I?' you whisper, shuffling into her, wrapping your legs into hers. "Yes, you are, my love. Now go to sleep; you're going to need lots of it, " she mutters back, kissing your forehead and slowly drifting off once she hears your soft snores and even breathing.

thank you for reading!! <3 please leave feedback!!

(reqs are open for now!!)

[florencebirdsong]

Natasha backing you against a wall. It’s hard not to get distracted by her arms as they cage you in. Her breath is got against your neck when she asks to fuck you right there.

Training just ended and you’re in the middle of the hallway. But her teeth scrape that sensitive spot on your neck and you’re giving in, just like she knew you would.

Natasha has three fingers buried inside you when Wanda stumbles upon you both. She stares with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. It doesn’t even occur to her to interrupt, or leave. She’s too mesmerised by the muscles in Natasha’s back moving as she slams into you. She’s just as mesmerised by the sounds you make. She never wants you to stop.

A hand sneaks under the waistband of her workout shorts.

[sersi]

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) | Loki 2.06: Glorious Purpose (2023)

[aflawedfashion]

Lanfear | The Wheel of Time 2x07

[buckysbarnes]

SCARLETT JOHANSSON as NATASHA ROMANOFF CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014)

[peace--n--love]

~They deserve a happy ending~.

[green-ajah]

The Wheel Of Time (2021 - ) ⤷ Natasha O'Keeffe as Lanfear

[heroesandironmenmoves]

@rebelw1thacause asked ❛  What do men know ?  ❜ (Nat)

Natasha chuckles and looks at the other woman with a smile on her face "Not much but we have to keep them around if we want to populate the Earth or is that something that they've made up about themselves." She sits down in a chair with her margarita and nods to Jasmine "I hope you like those strong because I tend to get a little heavy handed on girl's nights." Natasha then laughs and give a soft smile

[crumbleclub]

michael: do i really have trauma, though?

jeremy: dude. your dad is literally a serial killer

michael: yeah, but he didn't serial kill me

[meaningful-negativity]

She could feel the anger surging, the lightning egging it on, and she turned ferocious white blue eyes on the black widow. "There was no time to tell you until now!!! I promise you this!!" Turning back to the gunfire, she ducked down, preparing to throw another lightning ball that was exploding better than dynamite.

Natasha just looks at her back, taking aim at another one of the shooters and pulling the trigger, hitting him in the hand and making him drop his gun "There wasn't time to tell me before we left or while we were driving here? it's dangerous to go on a mission without all the intel." She takes another shot and one of the men goes down not getting back up. Natasha watches the balls of lightening as they explode with a bit of longing in her expression "I always did want to have a superpower but i figured it would muck things up."

@mxgicshxrd

[morbidlcve]

bunny love ⋆.ೃ࿔* (❀)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ word count: 0.91k

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ requests: OPEN

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: mentions of the red room, Natasha’s past, insomnia (if there’s anymore please let me know!)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AN: hi so… i’m sorry for the inactivity, i had a lot going on and college was kicking my ass, i wrote something short yet cute and i hope you like it!!

Natasha Romanoff is not one to love openly. For most of her life, she has been reclusive and private. She is not one to gossip about what she just did, who she just saw, or what she saw someone doing. She’s a mere bystander in her own life if you will. Her life now (in stark contrast) still hangs within her. Her need to be closed off, untrusting, and unworthy still hangs within her.

Until she met you (clique, I know), it’s true. You brought her out of her shell and taught her that needing and wanting love is okay. It was rocky, the start of your relationship; many times when you wouldn’t talk for a few days, hence the reclusiveness, but she’d come back to you. You wouldn’t hold it against her, heavens no. After all she went through and the significance of the relationship you were building with her held, no, you were patient and accepting. Even if it did make you a little overwhelmed with the mood changes now and then, it was all worth it.

Every sleepless night you would endure, either waiting for her to come home or staying up with her when her thoughts got the better of her, working out (spectating) until she got tired and you took her back to bed. Every little argument you guys found yourselves in. They were minor things really: Natasha returning from a mission injured and not going to medbay, leaving you to insist that you take care of her. Natasha becoming adorably annoyed at you when you don’t send her a good morning or goodnight text (she was based in Europe, and it was still 3 AM for you), so you would have to make it up to her with lots of cuddles when she got back. Little things really.

Over time, especially with your unwavering patience and understanding) Natasha would slowly grow to become ever so slightly bolder out of the comfort of her or your room. For example, she would make your lunch and leave you a little note in the container (and crucify anybody if they were to eat it), rest her head on your shoulder when you guys were in the living area or sit on the opposite end of the couch with her feet in your lap. Baby steps.

Behind closed doors, Natasha was the most delicate person you would ever encounter, truly.

She would be so unbelievably tentative and nurturing and not at all who people think she is.

Her soul lost to the monsters who tainted it and ruined her girlhood, not giving her a chance to fight for herself. She told you she wouldn’t change what happened to her; it has made her so much stronger, and she wouldn’t be where she is today if it hadn’t been for her history. She embraces it. She’s stronger now, and it won’t happen again.

Through all the terrors of her childhood, you’d think she’d be afraid of any form of intimacy or contact. She was at first, she wasn’t clear of your intentions, she was weary. But when you came into her life, full of love, admiration and patience, she backtracked. Of course it scared her, she’d never known love like the one you were more than willing to bestow upon her. But over time, it became a sanctuary for her, a haven, a place where she could shed her masks and her troubles and show her vulnerability, and it was such a beautiful sight.

It was amazing to watch the woman who used to ghost you every time you dropped a compliment become the woman who would come home to you and just lose herself in you. Whether it was gentle loving she needed or reassurance, you were her rock.

She learned that not all people were out to get her, not everyone holds her past against her.

Her favourite way to show you how much she loves you and how much you mean to her is definitely acts of service. She will be the one to make your coffee in the morning, just how you like it, ensure that your towel is warm after your shower, and put your bookmark in your book if you fall asleep reading.

She knows you better than you know yourself. After years of watching people’s behaviour, she picks up on subtle changes in your demeanour or mood. You must believe that she will do anything in her power to help you if she can.

When you truly got Natasha to feel comfortable with you, she would always be on you, your shadow, unless she got called away. Her hand was always in yours, her hand on the small of your back, her hand on your thigh, her hand combing through your hair. You were her life source. You fell first, but you cannot deny that this woman fell harder.

She cannot express how much it means to her, you waiting for her, not giving up on her, she owes you her life, she would say, you saved her for the better.

You also have your downs like every single other person in the world, and it’s Natasha who pulls you back to her. You could be crying, and she would wipe your tears away, her forehead pressed against yours, hands cupping your face, telling you that you’ll face it together.

You were made for each other, so opposite yet so the same.

[florencebirdsong]

Dark au where Natasha takes a deep interest in you. The stalking begins online but quickly evolves to her following you. It doesn’t take her long to know exactly what kind of person you’ll be interested in. She bumps into you, you become fast friends. It’s easy to get you to fall in love with her. She moves you into her home quickly and introduces you to Wanda.

Nothing strikes you as odd. You make a joke about U-haul lesbians and that’s about it.

Wanda is hesitant at first. Natasha is so different around you. Natasha reminds her that the Red Room wiped her personality. Nothing feels natural. She’s whoever she wants, or whatever is most convenient.

Wanda is easily swayed. Natasha tends to have that effect on her. She still keeps her distance from you. She still doesn’t think this is quite right. But it only takes a few days for Wanda to understand where Natasha is coming from. She can barely take her eyes off you. The way you wrap around each other, the way you smile at her. It makes her hands itch.

You make a joke, since Wanda likes to watch so much she may as well stay when you and Natasha get heated. That’s the beginning of the end. Wanda has lost everything she’s ever cared about. She’s not about to lose you too.

It’s not long before you’re discouraged from your job, and then your friends, and then going out all together. They sooth you by insisting they both have to be there when you leave home. But it’s not long before they don’t like that either. It’s so slow you don’t really notice. You’re so happy and grateful to have them no alarms are set off.

One day you blink and realise you haven’t been out in months, you haven’t made a decision in even longer. Natasha is the only one with you that day and she picks up on it quickly. She fucks the thoughts out of you. She reminds you how happy you are. How she and Wanda love you so much and just want you safe. It’s easier to fall back into that docile mindset than realise the magnitude of what’s happened to your life. Natasha is quick to shower you in praise.

Neither she nor Wanda allow you out of their sight for weeks after that. Surrounded by their love, little comments and guiding hands makes it so easy to forget that realisation. What a little less freedom when you have them?

[spider-swift]

i present to you. my masterpiece.

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