#natashaxreader

[crappy-writings]

Working on several drafts, thought I post a piece of the monster hunter AU cuz why not

[lokiswifeduh]

one-shots

forever and eternity (angst, fluff)

[marvelnatswhore]

Natasha Romanoff ~ Masterlist

Smut= 🖤   Fluff= 🤍 Angst=♡ 

✧⧗✧ Oldest fics are at the top

Phone call 🖤  Interrupting Natasha on a phone call

Above The City 🤍 Natasha proposes to you

I’m here now (always) 🤍   Natasha comforting you after a bad day

what words won’t say ♡ SH, hurt/comfort fic

Rainy days 🤍   hurt/comfort with Natasha

Hide and seek 🤍 babysitting with Natasha ~ confessing love

Series:Orders with a bell ~part 1 🖤  a mysterious woman can't keep her eyes off you

[mothertoall2]

Drama Queen (NatashaxReader)

Description: Natasha woke up from a nap upset that you were no longer cuddling her and instead in the bathroom. She decides to take revenge by being dramatic for the rest of the day until you make it up to her.

Warnings: None

Natasha's POV

I wake up from my nap expecting to see myself cuddling my amazing partner. I had a long mission and they told me to get some rest after so I fell asleep cuddling them on the couch. They are the only person I feel safe enough to be vulnerable around so I was more than willing to admit I was exhausted and wanted cuddles. I open my eyes though and Y/n was not there. I sit up confused and look around a little but they aren't in the living room. 

I hear a door open upstairs and Y’n starts to walk down the stairs and come into view. “Well good morning there sleepy head!” I just pout at them and cross my arms, they can’t just walk in here and pretend they didn’t do anything wrong. “What’s the pout for baby?” They walk over to me and try to kiss me but I turn my head. They gasp in shock and offense but I stay strong and keep my head turned. They left me so I have every right to be dramatic, and that’s exactly what I’ll do. 

Y/n’s POV

I stand there for a moment, shocked that she just dodged my kiss. “What was that for?!?!” I ask so confused at her behavior. “You left me!” She glares at me as I just chuckle. “My love I had to use the bathroom, I was gonna come right back!” I try to defend myself but her pout just deepens. “You left me all alone!” She falls back onto the couch and puts a hand over her head to add more flair. “What was I supposed to do, let my bladder burst?” She turns her head and glares at me before she turns over again. “You’re such a drama queen I swear.” I say with a small laugh as I sit next to her and start rubbing her back. 

“You don’t love me!” She mumbles with the puppy dog eyes. “Now you listen here woman I love you more than anything in this world!” Her mouth falls and she backs away from me. Oh boy here we go, I can tell that this is what is going to happen for the rest of the night. “So I’m just woman now?!?!” I start trying to defend myself but she just keeps shouting that she’s just a woman to me. I grab her face in my hands and have her look in my eyes.  “Now you listen here, you are the love of my life and my future wife, you are not just a woman but my woman okay?” She nods but continues to mumble something that I couldn't quite hear before she lays on my lap. 

I turn on her favorite show so we can watch a few episodes of it before it reaches lunch time. The whole time she makes sure to keep a grip on my hoodie making sure that I can’t get up to leave her. Once it hits about 1:45 I pause the show which causes her to look up at me with a pout. I always fall for those gorgeous green eyes but we need to get food. I start to get up and she is about to protest, no doubt by claiming I don’t love her, but I lift her into my arms and carry her into the kitchen. The whole ride she just says ‘weeeee’ until I place her onto the counter. “Alright lovey, what doth thou want for lunch?” She giggles this dirty laugh before kissing me. “Are you on the menu?” I laugh with her and shake my head. “Maybe later tonight but for now you need actual food.”

She pouts before I kiss her and then boop her nose with my finger. She tries to bite my finger before I pull it away which causes her to pout again. She leans down and bites my shoulder. “Ouch hey!” She giggles and kisses it before looking up at me. “How about some sandwiches?” I think for a minute before nodding my head. “Am I permitted to go and get the stuff to make them?” She taps her chin and pretends to think about it for a minute before nodding. I grab the peanut butter and bread from the cabinet and the jelly from the fridge. 

I set the stuff down on the counter next to Natasha and get the plates. I make her peanut butter sandwich and added jelly onto mine. I cut them both into two triangles and set them there while I tidy up the dishes. “Hey, it was my day for dishes.” I smile and kiss her lips. “Yes but you just got back from a mission and deserve to relax.” She roles her eyes before thanking me and taking a bite of her sandwich. 

After we ate we went back to cuddling on the cous as per Natasha’s request. Randomly she just asks me “Remember when you called me a bitch?” I can’t help but laugh because she constantly brings this up. “I did not call you a bitch! I said that you could be a bitch!” She sits up and glares at me. “Nope you said that I was a bitch.” I sigh knowing that this is going to be a long conversation again. “Didn’t you hear anything I said after that?!” “You mean after you called me a bitch? Nope.” I groan and fall back continuing to protest as she continues to say the same thing. “Will a kiss make it better?” I taps her finger on her chin pretending to think. “Make it two and we have a deal.” I lean up and kiss her twice and she smiles and lays on me. “All better?” She nods and kisses my chest before we go back to the movie. I love this woman more than anything but god she is a drama queen. 

(A/n- I know it’s short but here are real conversations between me and my boyfriend, I hope you enjoyed it!)

[widowbitessting]

Imagine…The One with the Great Brat Plan! 

646 words (it's a baby!)

NatashaxReader

Imagine: Reader gets a little too bratty when bored at Natasha's work. Natasha knows the perfect solution to keep her baby's mouth otherwise occupied.

Little rusty as I haven't written in months but we move! Hope you enjoy <3

You’ve been in the most annoying mood of your life, whilst you sit on the comfy couch situated in Natasha’s office.

The red head is busy, obviously; typing meticulously at her computer without even giving you a second glance.

Which is where the boredom and brattiness comes from.

You don’t like being ignored.

Especially not by your super hot girlfriend. 

Even if she’s working.

You’re bored of your phone. 

You’re bored of the book you had brought. 

And you’re especially bored of the lacklustre company Natasha is offering you.

You let out yet another irritated sigh, throwing your girlfriend a glance.

She isn’t even phased. 

So you decide to annoy her. 

To make it even. 

Your first few plans don’t work and at your last attempt, Natasha even pushes you away with a smirk. 

So you grab a pen and paper and decide to write a plan called: The Great Brat Plan! 

Which quickly catches Natasha’s eye. 

When she asks you what you’re doing you quickly hide the piece of paper on your chest. 

“Nothing.”

“I saw two dangerous words. Brat and plan. Show me the paper.” 

When you say no, Natasha gets up from her desk and goes over to you. 

“Show me, please.” 

“No.”

“Y/N.”

“Are you curious?” 

“Yes.”

“I think it’s ridiculously cute,” You say, twirling your hair. “When my dom gets curious. You’re my curious little dommy, aren’t you, Natasha?” 

That was too far. 

The paper is torn from your hands and her hand wraps tightly around your neck.

You’re spoken to in a low, warning tone and she tells you to apologise. 

When you don’t, Natasha glowers at you. 

Instead, you decide to sprout some A grade bratty remarks with a smirk. 

It ends up with you trapped under Natasha’s desk - her strap on bulging in her pants. 

“Such a busy mouth, I think I need to find a better use for it.” 

When she takes her toy free, you instinctively move back but Natasha is quicker; hand grabbing the back of your head. 

“Suck it while I’m in my next meeting. Show me how good that mouth can be.” 

She doesn’t wait for you to reply, instead shoving the toy into your mouth. 

And smirks when you let out a startled noise as you choke on it. 

You struggle to find a rhythm at first, gagging every time it hits the back of your throat. 

Minutes pass and you get into it; sucking and licking at Natasha’s toy. 

Slurping on the tip before licking up and down the shaft. 

All the while Natasha talks on her Zoom call, completely unbothered by you on your knees.

She keeps you there, sucking her like a lollipop, for half an hour. 

Encouraging you when you lose interest. 

When you let out a loud wretch, Natasha grips you by the base of your neck and forces the entire length into your mouth.

Your cheeks and chin are soaked. 

Struggling against her crotch as you try to breathe through your nose.

Letting you go when she’s smugly seen enough. 

You’re dragged back on your feet when the call ends and flipped onto your stomach.

Natasha saying: “You have five minutes to cum as much as you’d like before my next meeting starts.” 

And then she’s rutting into you with so much speed you almost fall flat on your face. 

It takes you 1 minute to fall apart and Natasha doesn’t stop pounding through your orgasm.

She tears the second one out of you almost straight after and your legs shake uncontrollably. 

Throwing you onto your back so she can watch as your eyes widen and mouth falls open while she mercilessly turns you into mush. 

When she’s finished, she makes you promise to be a good girl for the remainder of the week. 

Now imagine this: Natasha never ended the Zoom call properly.

[itscatchyouintherye]

'You look lonely, I can fix that' - [NatashaxReader]

You use the “You look lonely, I can fix that” line on Natasha Romanoff.

The tower is in full party mode, and everyone is mingling. Just one person is not. You always notice Natasha when you’re in the same room. How could you not? Tonight, however, she looks extra hot. Her red hair always makes you legs wobbly. What is even more noticeable, though, is the fact that she is sitting all by herself. On a bar stool, staring into her drink. You saw Cap trying to talk to her earlier, but he quickly gave up.

You manage to keep up small talk with other guests for some time. Eventually, you cannot stand it anymore and walk over to her.

Your eyes wander over her back that is covered by a black, silk blouse as you lean against the bar. She acknowledges you by just slightly turning her head towards you, not taking her eyes off her drink. You drag your gaze over the side of her neck and down to her cleavage. The view of her partially exposed boobs makes you nervous. You knock back your own drink and put the empty glass down. Natasha sees it but still doesn’t say anything.

So, you do: “You look lonely.” After a pause you add, murmuring: “I can fix that.”

Finally, her head shoots up and she looks you in the eyes. Your knees almost buckle, and you have to hold on to the countertop of the bar a little tighter.

“What did you just say?” She asks you with a rough voice.

A smile tugs on the corners of your mouth: “I think you heard me just fine.”

Natasha fully turns towards you, and you can hear your own pulse in your ears. Fuck, she is intimidating. But that’s such a goddamn turn on for you.

Suddenly, she snakes her leg around yours and presses her heel into the back of you knee. You topple over, right into her arms.

She catches you, one hand on your shoulder, one hand on the side of your face. Wide-eyed, you find yourself right in front of her face. You can smell her perfume and the shampoo she always uses. You feel her palm on your cheek and lean into it.

Her eyes dart to you lips and back to your eyes. You give her the smallest nod and she finally kisses you. Your hands fly up to rest on her back, arms around her. You feel the smooth fabric of her blouse brush against your fingertips.

Her lips are plush and warm and taste of liquor. You sigh in relieve and step even closer, until her chest is pressed against yours.

You tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Then you gently bite her bottom lip. It makes Natasha break the kiss and playfully slap your cheek. Your mouth falls open.

“That’s what naughty girl get.” She quietly tells you with a voice so teasing, it is about to make you lose your mind. Before you can reply anything, though, she gets up from her chair and corners you between her and the counter.

She puts one hand on your waist, causing you to get even wetter.After pressing another heated kiss to your lips, she whispers into your ear: “You’re lucky we’re in public. Otherwise, I already had you beg for mercy.”

You gulp and lean back to look at her face. Then you look around the room. Tony is observing you, a bright grin on his face.

“Maybe we should go somewhere a bit more private then?” You propose.

Natasha takes your hand and replies: “I know a place.”

“Is it your bed?” You chuckle.

She simply winks at you before basically dragging you out of the room.

[annie-ahmelia]

HELP!!

Can someone please mentioned the author or the blog itself, a Natashaxreader blog, where the reader have family alcoholic issue's and Nat is preventing herself to drink, or whatever, but then the boys decided to pull a prank on the reader.

I accidentally click the back button of my phone and I'm using chrome for tumblr, and I havent have a chance to reatc on it. I tried to find it but I cant T^T.

[yellonote85]

Does anyone know this natashaxreader fic?

where r has superpowered legs and is french. i think they were in a accident that killed their family and the person that found r tortured and experimented on when younger so thats y they have superpowered legs. r also was a shield trainee at some point because when they went back they had the nickname “kicks” by another trainee. the story does follow the script of endgame mostly with r inserted in. it was a bittersweet ending with a cliffhanger epilogue so there was also a part 2 being written.

[binxiboo]

High Cupboards and Hot Chocolate

Marvel Masterlist // Full Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

The amount of time you spent at your apartment wasn’t worth the rent you paid to ‘live’ there. Any working day was spent on missions, where they weren’t you were training at the compound. From the earliest hours of the day to the latest, you were always working on your fighting techniques or expanding your skill set. So, when you received a text from your landlord informing you of a rent increase, your reaction wasn’t exactly quiet. It also didn’t go as unnoticed as you thought it did.

As you were leaving the compound for the night, you were approached by Tony Stark, and, behind him, Steve Rogers keeping his distance by leaning on a wall further down the hallway. For how long he’s been doing his job, the super soldier wasn’t very good at looking inconspicuous. In a very ‘Tony’ way, you were offered living quarters in the compound, ‘free-of-charge, no expense to you’. After the number you’d received from you landlord hours ago, you weren’t going to turn this down.

So here you are now. Boxes of your belongings finally all in one place, your, arguably, oversized bedroom at the Avengers Compound. Well, it’s more of a mini studio apartment due to the area between the bed and the door. In other rooms that you’ve seen—Tony, for some reason, decided that you’d need guidance on setting up your space—most people had some form of entertainment and seating situation. The best you could do to recreate that was your two-seater sofa and the tv you’ve had since you first moved into your own place. In any other space, that would be a great set up, however, in the size of the space, it looked pathetic. There wasn’t much to be done about though, and it was good enough for the one body that would be occupying the space. Plus, it left you enough room to neglect unpacking your boxes for a while. Carrying them in one by one, with the cold weather outside, had left you exhausted and, quite frankly, your fingers were struggling to thaw themselves out.

That’s how you ended up in the kitchen. Your container of instant hot chocolate, thank God, had been in the easiest box to access. Finding a mug, however, was proving impossible. It had almost been half an hour of you searching through every cupboard in there and all you gained was the knowledge of where to find baking trays, pots, pans and every item of dishware that wasn’t a drinking receptacle. Eventually, you registered, at the edge of your vision, someone enter the space, reach up high and place a mug down onto the counter, pour themselves a coffee and leave again. So that’s where they are.

Approaching the counter, you assess the best way to access that cupboard. You know that you’re not even going to reach it on your tiptoes. You huff, knowing that you’re about to gymnast this shit. You check for anyone else entering before you embarrass yourself in front of anyone important.

“Okay, lets do this. Before anyone can witness it.”

You place your hands onto the counter surface and lean onto them, hopping up high enough to get you foot up next to them. You swing around and raise onto your knees, shuffling down to be in front of the right door. You were almost there when a voice from behind stops you dead.

“What are you doing?” Natasha.

You can tell from her voice that this is entertaining to her. She leaves you no time to respond, though, as you’re gently pulled backwards, off the counter and feet flat on the floor.

“I just wanted a hot chocolate.” You reason, acceptance of defeat present in your tone.

“And you were going to make it with that?”

You scrunch your eyebrows confused at her disgust until you follow her point at your instant mix. You roll your eyes.

“It’s easy and quick, and I’m frozen and tired!”

“It’s not even worth the water, move.”

There’s no way you’re going to let her boss you around the space after those insults. You tense slightly and cross your arms, staring the widow down.

“No.”

It’s her turn to roll her eyes now as she effortlessly sweeps you off your feet and seats you on the island opposite the surface she needs to work. You watch her silently as she pulls down two mugs, glides around to pull a pan out of one of the cupboards you practically climbed into earlier and retrieves both milk and chocolate out of the fridge.

“I can’t believe you.” She begins talking as she stirs the chocolate into the milk.

“What?”

“You work with the Avengers, and you don’t even respect yourself enough to make a good hot chocolate.”

“You’re mean.” You pout in response, even if she can’t see it from where she’s standing.

A clinking of mugs distracts you from your eyeline into the back of Nat’s head. A turn of your head lets you identify Tony carrying, what must be, a whole shelf’s worth of mugs. In his journey to the kitchen though, one must slip from his grasp because not even seconds later, you’re left flinching from your spot on the island, closing your eyes in a wince.

“Sorry! I’ve ran out of thinking space.”

“You’re going to have to get used to that.” Natasha quips, now holding a mug in front of you.

“What, Iron Man smashes a mug every month?” You carefully wrap your hands around the mug, letting her slip her hands away. Nat chuckles and Tony rolls his eyes as he deposits the remaining mugs onto the counter space.

“No. But he does hoard his mugs and then dumps them all in the shared kitchen space!”

She’s projecting in his direction as he slowly makes his way back to his lab.

“Oh, and Tony?”

He stops and turns to look back at the two of you.

“Yes, Spider Lady?”

“We need to become more accessible for the shorter population.”

[marvels-bitch-boy]

Emerald Eyes (Male Reader) (on Wattpad) 

Go read it!!!!!

[crappy-writings]

Right, so I made a poll a few weeks ago about a Monster Hunter AU for Nat and I really wanted to have it finished by Halloween but that didn’t pan out, unfortunately.

I still want to have something posted today so I’m gonna post a small snippet of it here in the spirit of Halloween, let me know if y’all have any thoughts on it! So, Happy Halloween, y’all!

For context, Nat and Reader are around 14, Yelena is around 10.

~~~

Untitled Monster Hunter AU Draft

“We’ll figure it out in the morning. Just get some sleep,” Natasha urged once more, this time giving you no room to protest or argue. She went behind your back and firmly placed her arms under your underarms and hoisted you up.

“Wha- Nat!” you startled, your arms flailing out in attempts to regain your bearings. Natasha chuckled at your reaction as you stumbled over your feet. All you managed to do was fall back into her, your hands gripping onto her arms for balance. You felt her breath on your neck as she chuckled again, and you couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your stomach and the heat that crept up your neck and cheeks.

“Are you okay?” She wears a wide smile as she helps steady you.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” you reply breathlessly as you turn to face her, your hands still lingering over her arms, “You are surprisingly strong.”

“Yeah, because I got some sleep,” she pressed on, her hands still wrapped around your forearms the same way yours were wrapped around hers. You looked down at where your hands gripped each other and the fluttering feeling returned to your stomach. You cleared your throat as you took a step back from her, your hands dropping to your side as the heat on your cheeks returned.

“Um, I can stay up a bit longer, you know,” you sent her a sheepish smile, your gaze flickering between the ground and her.

“Go. To. Sleep.”

“Ugh, fine.

“Here, take this, though,” you undid the scabbard from your waist and handed it to her alongside the dagger, “For just in case, you know?”

Twenty minutes had passed since you had finally gone to sleep, and the forest only seemed to get colder. Natasha shudders as a particularly strong gust of wind hits her, nearly extinguishing the dying flames. She rubbed the sides of your arms with her palms, trying to stave off the sudden cold that seemed to overtake her. A sense of unease settled within her chest, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was watching the three of you from just beyond the trees. Her eyes scanned the treelining, searching for any potential bandits or creatures that may be lurking.

Natasha quickly stands as something flickered in the darkness. The cold that had plagued you all seemed to reach its peak, her breath becoming visible when she exhaled. She grabbed hold of the dagger you had given her, her eyes staring sharp at something that seemingly stood dead ahead. The tree branches had gone completely still and the wind no longer howled. The forest had gone completely silent as if every creature had deserted the area, leaving only the three of you in its wake.

The complete and utter silence that surrounded her sent a horrible chill down Natasha’s spine. Her hands were curled into fists, clenching and unclenching ever so slightly as waited for something, anything, to happen.

A sharp, piercing cry rang out from the darkness, loud and all encompassing. Something akin to a black shadow emerged from the trees, its face no more than a hollowed skull, its long and skinny limbs covered by the plume of black smoke that surrounded its deathly visage.

Natasha’s heart dropped as she recognized the creature. A wraith, just like the ones that had destroyed the city of Kobo. The creature’s cry had seemed to rouse you slightly as she heard you shift under the shared blanket.

She yelled yours and Yelena’s names as loudly as she could, her eyes never leaving the creature that floated a few feet away from your group. Her cry was enough as you quickly rose to your feet, your hands grabbing onto Yelena and helping her stand too.

“Nat,” your voice held a hint of fear, your arm casted protectively over Yelena as you stared between her and the creature.

“Run.”

It let out another loud cry, and began its descent upon Natasha, the blackened smoke trailing behind it. “Run!” Natasha repeated again as she began to do so, “don’t let it touch you, run!”

~~~

I feel like I need to mention that the draft is around 6,500 words and I’m not even halfway through

[lokiswifeduh]

Forever and Eternity

Pairings: Natasha x fem!mutant!agent!reader, Bucky x reader(platonic), dark!Wanda x reader(platonic), dark!Wanda x Vision.

Word count: 2347

Summary: After the final fight against Thanos, you get a surprise call from Monica Rambeau, calling you in on a case. But who knew accepting it would lead you to see the love of your life, who had sacrificed herself for you only months before.

Warnings: Mind control, mentions of death, reader has powers, language, mentions of endgame(yes, this is a warning), manipulation, angst, some fluff, I think that's it, if not, let me know.

A/N: Hi! This is my first fic on here so please don't judge if it's bad. This idea came to my mind after watching Wandavision for the millionth time.

"Where are you going?" Bucky questioned, seeing you dressed in your uniform for the first time in almost six years. You sighed, "I got a call. Monica needed me to come in, it's apparently urgent."

Bucky nodded, listening as he slowly got up from the couch in your apartment. "And you are all good? Your okay to do this?" You bobbed your head up and down, confirming you were. "I need to get out at some point and..." You took a deep breath, taking a minute from gathering your gear. "If I don't do this now then I'll be sulking the rest of my life."

He seemed to understand, silently walking over and giving you a hug. Bucky had been living with you ever since the battle with Thanos ended. Of course, you had known him far before that but you two were the only ones still living in New York. You handn't gotten blipped, meaning you got to spend the six years, not in complete agony, Nat was there.

But Bucky hadn't been, and when he came to see you completely in despair over Natasha's sacrifice, he vowed to stay by your side.

And while he and Sam were so-called "co-workers"; Sam needed to spend some time with his sister and get to know his nephews. So you took Bucky in, allowing him a place to stay while he attended his court-mandated therapy. Plus, it wasn't bad having someone around since Natasha had passed. You didn't mind.

"She'd be proud of you," Bucky murmured into your hair, making you burrow your head into his chest even more. "Really?"

You could feel him nod, "You're getting back out there. Of course, she would be." You pulled away, wiping the stray tears that had fallen. "Okay.." Picking up your bag, you slung it over your shoulder and walked to the door. "Oh and doll?" You looked back to Bucky, "Hmm?"

"Call me to let me know you got there safe." You laughed under your breath, "If you ever figure out how to pick up with that ancient thing you call a phone."

Bucky fake gasped, "Cold Doll. That was just cold."

You walked out the door, hearing him plop back down on the couch. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

The chanting rang through your head. A silent pep talk. After making it down from the elevator, you were met with a man meeting you at the front door of your apartment.

"Miss Y/l/n?" "Yes?" You answered, "May I help you?" "We were sent by Miss Rambeau," He stepped aside, pulling the car door open for you, "As an escort."

Shaking your head, you pulled out your keys, "Nice gesture boys but.." You walked over to your bike that was parked by the front step, "I got my own ride."

"Ma'am I insist-" He tried to reason before you cut him off.

"Tell Monica I'll be there an hour sooner now that I'm not being escorted by her goon squad." You could see the way his eyes squinted but only cared for half a second before you turned the ignition and sped off into the streets of New York... Headed for a town called Westview.

One hour later

"And here I thought you would be late." Monica smiled, bringing you in for a hug. You laughed, reciprocating, "Me? Never."

She pulled back, "It's good to see you." You smiled, stuffing your hands in your pockets, "it's good to see you too."

"Come on.." She gestured to the town you were standing a little ways from.

"So what's the assignment?" You questioned, your hand resting on the gun in your holster. A habit.

"A town apparently gone missing." You let a laugh slip, "What?"

"This town." Monica pointed to the sign in front of you, "This place apparently doesn't exist."

You squinted at the sign, reading it clearly.

Welcome to Westview

"You do know we're standing right here." She nodded. "In front of it.." Monica nodded again, making you rub your head in confusion. "Are you on something because I think they drug test every agent-"

"I'm not on something." Monica shook her head, "look."

You watched her pull a pen from her pocket, walking a little further down the road, and throw it.

Wait. That was weird. It never...dropped.

"Okay..that's weird." You mumbled, walking up next to Monica. She hummed, agreeing. "We've talked to locals and nobody even has a recollection of a town named Westview." You looked over to her, attempting to come up with some reason for why this was happening.

"And what about government papers? Maps? Information." She shook her head, "This town has never existed anywhere in history."

You scoffed, walking up a little more. "Be careful Y/n." You waved her off, "I'm just looking."

Suddenly you started to feel a buzzing sensation as pain spread throughout your head. The once clear view of the road turned distorted. You could hear Monica screaming behind you but a tempting force was pulling you in. You lifted your hand, reaching, and reaching.

If you could just get a little bit-

"Ahhh!" You screamed, feeling your body passing through the barrier as your vision went dark. And you were left unconscious.

A distant chirping of birds caused you to wake, making you stuff your face further into the pillow. You could hear the familiar sound of a lawnmower and an occasional car horn honking outside your window.

Hold on.

When did you get home? The last thing you could remember was...Your eyes shot open, your body jumping off the comfortable bed. Where the hell were you?

The room was a pale blue, accented by wooden furniture. The bed was made, you had been sleeping on the covers. There was even a picture frame on the nightstand. You and...you and Natasha the night Bucky had joined the Avengers. You rounded the bed, picking up the frame. She looked so happy, holding onto your torso as she attempted not to fall. The one time she let her hard exterior fall down and she was genuinely open and fun.

You felt a tear slip down your cheek as you gazed at her wide smile. It was so real..so..Nat.

"Wakey wakey! Eggs and Bakey!!" Suddenly the door swung open, revealing...Wanda?

Her smile was wide and she looked...different. Her hair was crimped and she wore a pair of whitewashed jeans and a flannel. That's when it all came back to you.

Getting called in for a case. Meeting Monica at the edge of Westview. Being sucked in by an invisible barrier.

"Wanda?" You questioned lowly, watching her pour you a glass of orange juice from a pitcher. "Yes?" She answered, shaking some pepper onto freshly scrambled eggs.

"What's going on?" You watched her lift her eyes, her grin turning downwards before casting a fake smile once again. "Whatever do you mean, dear?" She walked around the bed and towards you, making your hand shoot down to where your gun should be.

And that's when you noticed your clothes had been changed. The once thin stealth uniform was now a pair of black corduroy pants and a white t-shirt. "What the..." You whispered, eyes shooting back up to the redhead before you.

"Wanda..." You gulped, "What's happening."

The sokovian laughed, "Come downstairs, dear. Say Good Morning to the boys."

"The boys?" Mumbling under your breath, you followed her from the room, making sure to take everything into account. Your training coming in handy.

"Boys!!" Wanda shouted, stopping at the end of the steps, making you stand beside her. "Come say Good Morning!"

You could hear sudden running from the other side of the house as two kids ran up in front of you. "Goodmorning Auntie Y/n!!"

You stayed silent, watching the two unknown boys grin up at you.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Wanda looked over at you, "Auntie Y/n?"

You let out a laugh, "Okay this is probably some sick fucking joke right?" The boy with longer hair gasped, "You said a bad word!!"

"Y/n! You know not to cuss in front of ears this young!" Wanda scolded, instantly smiling as she playfully covered the boys' ears and walked them over to the couch.

"Wanda, what the hell is going on?!" You shouted, fed up. "I won't ask again!"

Her smile faded, turning to a glare. "You just had to be the only one." She stalked toward you, however, you stood your ground, not backing down.

"You had to be the one to ruin this." Wanda's hand came up, two of her fingers pressing on your temple. Suddenly you were standing in a forest. If you could even call it that. Dead trees surrounded you. The sky was a dark maroon and the ground was black dirt.

Looking down, you were in your stealth uniform once again. "Wanda, please just tell me what's-" Your eyes went to her, standing there in a dark red suit. Her eyes that looked happy only moments ago now had dark bags under them. She looked tired. Her cheekbones were sunk in, and her fingers looked like they had been dipped in black powder.

"Wands?" "Don't call me that." She shook her head, walking around you like a predator stalking its prey. "I want to know how."

"How what?" "How you saw through it." Wanda gestured to the sky, "How you saw through the illusion."

You took a deep breath, "We both know why." Your eyes met hers as she stopped in front of you. "Because I'm not susceptible to your powers. I never have been."

She laughed darkly, "Yes, I know. That's why I could never read your mind in those godawful Avengers meetings."

You nodded, "You're keeping an entire town under mind control." Wanda smirked, "I thought that was obvious."

You looked around, not seeing a way out. Only dead trees for miles and miles.

"If your looking for an escape you won't find one." You turned back, Wanda suddenly standing much closer than before. "But why would you want to leave?"

"What?" Your brows furrowed, "What are you talking about?"

She stepped back, holding her hands out as crimson energy spread through her fingers. "I can give you everything you ever wanted."

"And what would that be?" You asked, a loud doorbell going off as you both were suddenly back in the house. Each of your outfits fitting the certain look Wanda had set.

"I wanna get it!!" One of the boys screamed, trying to run before the other one tripped him, "No! I want to!" "Boys," Wanda softly called, shaking her head. "Let's allow Auntie Y/n to." I looked over at her, seeing the way she smirked evilly. "Go on. Answer the door." Wanda walked closer, whispering, "It's for you."

You gulped, making your way over to the door as you shakily placed your hand on the knob. Turning it ever so slightly, you pulled it open, your heart shattering into a million pieces.

A gasp left your throat before you could contain it. "Oh my god.." You mumbled, clutching your hand to your chest as if that would help your breathing.

"Natasha..." You choked out, seeing her smiling at you with such a pure look.

"Well hello, detka." (baby)

Nat wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you in as her lips connected with yours. You stilled for a moment, then melted into her embrace. This couldn't be happening. You thought, however, your arms snaked around her waist. Pulling both of you impossibly closer. Her tongue moved with yours, both of you hungrily searching for more.

You reluctantly pulled apart, still holding onto her arms as if she would disappear..again.

But suddenly Nat stopped moving, her smile frozen as everything else seemed to still.

"What?" You mumbled, attempting to figure out what the hell just happened.

"So?" Wanda spoke from behind you, making you turn to look at her. "Choose." "Choose what?" "Her," She gestured to Nat still paralyzed behind you, "Or reality." You kept her gaze as she continued, "Live here. Have a house. A family." That hit a certain part of your heart. Having a family with Natasha, something you had both wanted, yet it felt like so long ago.

"Or go back. Live in the truth. That you're only an agent that lost her girlfriend." You thought about it as she rambled on, "Go back and you'll always be the Y/n that people give pity looks to because she jumped to save you both...when you were only two seconds behind her."

Gulping, you looked back to Natasha, seeing the genuine smile on her face as she gazed into your eyes.

Could you stay here? In this fake world, Wanda had created. Could you pretend like nothing on the outside had happened? That Natasha was dead.

You had tried to cope in the past few months but..not eating for days and staring at pictures while you drank yourself to sleep suddenly felt too far away.

Meeting Wanda's gaze you nodded. "I want to stay. I want her back." Wanda's smirk turned into a grin as time seemed to go again.

"Ahh, we have company!" Vision walked in behind Natasha. The redhead sloppily fell into your embrace as she walked you two over to an armchair to sit.

You tuned out the Maximoff family behind you, looking to your girlfriend that sat snug into your side. "Natasha?" "Hmm?" Her head turned, seeing the look in your eyes. "What's wrong?" Nat wiped a stray tear from your cheek, "Tell me what happened." You shook your head, stopping her worries, "It's nothing. I just.." She waited, her hand coming up to cup your cheek as you nuzzled into her palm. "I just love you, so much Romanoff." Natasha let a breathy laugh slip, holding your face in her hands, "And I love you, Y/l/n." She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, mumbling against them, "Forever and eternity."

[marvelnatswhore]

Above The City 🤍♡

WK: 800- its short :)

Natasha X reader 

Sum: A stupid morning hike, a promise, a sunrise, and a ring. The day your life changed.

A/N: Its been a minute since I wrote some fluff; I’m really not sure if this counts as angst? but I really only wrote this to cheer myself up so I don’t mind that it’s bad, but If you hear pathetic, lonely sobbing it's me :3 

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You could be warm, safe and snuggled in bed right now. You could have woken up at a normal time. But no. Today was the day Natasha had the bright idea to wake you both at an ungodly hour, and drag you away from comfort, onto a hike. 

“Where…are…we..going?” you pant, eyes half shut trailing the redhead who dragged you out here in the first place.

“You’ll see, Detka.” Nat laughed, pacing up the hill with ease you envied.

The sun wasn’t even up yet.

Being up this early felt like a punishment, and your eye bags proved it.

Finally the summit was in sight, no less than two hours of walking, complaining, and nearly falling off a cliff got you here. But why? You still didn’t know. 

You shook your head, positive there were leaves tangled in your hair.

“Ok, we’re here. Now what?” you ask, meeting Nat at the edge of the hill. All that walking just to end up on a dark hill, over looking the sleeping city, it seemed stupid.

“Hey come here” Nat laughed, taking your arm and pulling you in next to her. 

“Watch the sun.” She said as you rolled your eyes.

The city was dark, not how you knew it. Loud, bright, a headache made of steel and glass.

The bustle of everyday traffic yet to begin, the shouts of people looking for a reason to argue, left quiet.  It felt strange seeing everything so peaceful, the scattered lights of apartments, people starting their day, cars moving though the streets, lamp poles littered with rubbish. 

You felt so small seeing everything like this. And then the sun came. 

The first few rays shot through the city like golden arrows, sparks that bounced off every building, every window and every street. The moment they shone, more would appear as the sun drifted higher, welcoming the new day with an amber hug.

“City of gold.” you breathe your mouth gaped and eyes wide.

“Beautiful isn't it?.” Nat says, “I used to come here every morning, before I met you, to get away from everything, the noise, the people..”  she trails off and you wonder.

“So that's why you brought me here?” you ask, your eyes still on the view before you. 

“To get away?” 

“Not exactly..” Nat whispers and you realise she's no longer next to you. In a moment of confusion you turn to see what feels like a dream. Your heart seems to gasp with you when you realise.

She’s on one knee. In her hand a box. Before you can speak she does; 

“Y/N. I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I love you more than air. I want to be with you forever. I brought you here to ask... Will you marry me?”

Tears fell before words, your instant sob of “YES!” came without a second thought, before tumbling into Nat's arms. 

You held her tight, as if she would disappear the moment you let go. You were so happy, nothing else mattered, the woman of your dreams, the love of your life, wanted to marry you. 

The sun covered you both in its light, the heat of its rays enveloping you in much more than a hug. you felt that nothing could ever go wrong, your sobs of joy into Nat's shoulder held a promise, to love her forever. 

It felt like hours before you pulled away, even if it was only minutes. You couldn’t seem to stop smiling. “I love you so much Detka.” Nat whispers cupping your cheek and wiping your tears off your sun lit face. “Can I give you the ring now?” she giggles as if you forgot. 

“Yes, god yes, I love you so much.” you say, still sniffling as you watched Natasha pick up the small velvet box. 

It opens to reveal the ring, she slides on your finger. It was almost too perfect. The hourglass ruby, resembling a widows mark, the gold band that seemed to wrap around your finger like love placed it.

Your eyes didn't want to leave the stone, and tears again fell from your eyes, not that you cared.  

“Nat.” you whisper, your voice so delicate it could shatter. ”It’s so beautiful.” 

“I’m so glad you like it, my love.” she says, placing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you so much Nat, I can't wait to marry you.” 

“Me too love, me too.” 

[higherfurther-romanova]

God Damn It, Nat

Warnings: Smut 18+, language, they got caught oops… 

Word Count: 619

A/N: This is me making up for the ending of that last fic… I’m sorry. (no I’m not but you know.) This was quickly thrown together, hopefully soon I’ll have some... better stuff lol. 

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You, Wanda, Rogers, and Nat are being sent out on a mission, one that is going to feel like it’s lasting for centuries. You, Wanda, and Nat were sharing a room while the Captain got his own, thankfully. 

Steve and Wanda are out looking for food to bring back and you and Nat are just taking a moment to relax. Those were your intentions at least… 

Nat throws one of her sore legs over you and straddles your lap. 

“What are you doing, love?” You set your book down. 

She smirks as she grinds down on you biting her lip. That alone draws a groan from you as you push your hips up against her movements. She lets out a gasp as you grab her hip and stop her. 

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” You growl. 

“I’m trying to get your attention.” She answers sheepishly. 

“Well looks like that worked out pretty well, didn’t it, malishka?” You chuckle lowly. 

She nods. 

“What do you want me to do?” You ask, knowing full well what she wants. 

“Fuck me into tomorrow.” She bites her lip. 

You swiftly push her down against the mattress, trailing kisses from her mouth, down her jaw, to her neck. Each kiss on her neck leaves a small bruise in its wake. You pull away and just admire the beautiful woman infront of you. She takes this chance to lean forward and unzip your mission suit. You help her by standing up and removing it the rest of the way. You repeat the same for her leaving you both bare infront of each other. You smirk at her, pushing her back again and ghosting your hand over the inside of her thigh. 

“Please…” She begs. 

“Please what, darling?” You ask innocently. 

“Fuck me…” She whines. 

Your fingers graze over where she wants you the most. Her hips are almost bucking in anticipation. You chuckle and rub small circles around her clit, earning a loud gasp from her. A barely audible chain of expletives leaves her mouth as her back arches off of the bed. She begs you for more in between gasps and moans. 

“As you wish, princessa.” You chuckle, moving down so your mouth is level with her core. 

You wrap your lips around her swollen bud and start sucking on it, soon plunging your fingers into her. 

“Fuck!” She screams out, wrapping her fingers in your hair.  

Her breathing becomes rapid as she begs you to fuck her harder. You speed up your hand, pushing harder and quicker into her chasing her sweet release, longing to taste her cum on your tongue and her walls tight around your fingers. 

“Fuck, baby… fuck, that’s good…” She pants. 

You hum in response, not slowing down your movements. You feel her walls starting to tighten around your fingers. 

“I’m gonna come… fuck… please.” She begs. 

“Come, baby.” You mumble against her clit, sending a bolt of vibrations through her. 

She comes with a loud scream as her back arches off of the bed and she squirts into your mouth and on your face. You continue your movements, neither of you hearing the door open. 

“Son of a-” Wanda exclaims before running out of the room. 

“WANDA!” You both scream in unison. 

You scramble to get dressed, Nat still kind of dazed from her high. You open the door to see a very red-faced Wanda pacing in the hallway of the hotel. 

“You uh… forgot to lock the door.” She stutters. 

“God damn it, Nat…” You groan.

“Shit...” She curses under her breath.  

“Let’s um… never speak of this… the fossil doesn’t need to hear about this…” You awkwardly scratch the back of your neck. 

They both agree quickly. 

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[insaneasgardian]

Quarantine Chronicles; Culinary Geniuses

Natasha: I guess quarantine isn't all bad, just in 2 days, everybody has become a culinary expert!

Bucky: *Spreads butter on toast*

Y/N: *Puts ice tray in fridge*

Tony: *Boils water*

Wanda: *Cuts apple*

Loki: *Puts salt in the salt shaker*

Natasha: We don't need FRIDAY to do this stuff for us anymore!

FRIDAY: *disappointed AI noises*

[marvelnatswhore]

this is so cute <3

ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ

Summary: it's been a long and tiring couple of days, and you want nothing more than to be in your lover's arms. 

Warnings: None really, just disgustingly cute fluff.

You had just got off the jet from your mission, blood, sweat and dirt coating your exhausted frame. Your limbs feel heavy, it had been a rough few weeks, nothing seemed to be in your favour. 

The mission was only supposed to be an easy stake out, only one or two days, watch for activity then get out. But one misstep from your team had all the higher ups screaming at you. You got all the blame and it wasn't even your fault, you had no control over who was sent on this mission with you but got all the blame. 

The most inexperienced of the bunch, Matthews, alerted the guys you were watching when he dropped an empty food package off of the roof he was supposed to be keeping watch on. 

This resulted in being chased all around New York City and having to hide out in a dingy little shed in the middle of nowhere with no communication. 

But now you're back in the compound, hoping to just go back to yours and your girlfriend's, Natasha, shared bedroom. But no, seems like the universe is not on your side. Instead of your girlfriend, you're greeted by Nick Fury himself. As if you hadn't already got an earful from Agent Hill, Stark, Ross and whoever else was a higher level clearance than you. 

He told you how the mission should of gone and how you should've been keeping an eye on your team, since you were the leader. You sort of blocked him out, only one word doing laps around your mind: 

Useless. 

That's what Fury called you when he was done with his lecture. Albeit he was frustrated, he had every right to be, his mission was completely ruined. But that wasn't your fault, right?

He stomped away and you stood there, staring into space until a strong pair of arms wrapped around your torso and pulled you into them. The strong smell of vanilla invaded your senses before a soft kiss was pressed to the side of your forehead. 

"Hey krasotka (gorgeous)." She husked, pulling you closer than you already were. 

"Hi." You whispered back, practically melting into her touch. Her hand met your cheek and she turned your head to face her. She looked into your eyes and her emerald ones softened immediately after seeing the bags that had made their home under your eyes.

"Let's go home, yeah?" 

"Okay."

She had driven the both of you home to a small apartment you two brought for when you wanted to get away from the hectic life of the compound. It was small and needed major TLC but it was your home away from home. She opened the battered door for you and closed it behind her. You sighed heavily and slumped on the sofa. She joined you after a minute, wrapping her arms around you and enveloping you in her much needed warmth.

"Wanna talk about it, baby?" She whispered. You whined and buried your head further into her neck. She understood what you meant, she always did. She never pushed you to tell her anything, she knows you'd tell when you were ready. 

So, she held you close until you felt comfortable enough to tell her. 

"Tasha?" You whispered, your voice cracking a little due to the silent crying you had been doing into your lover's neck. 

"Yes, my love?" She ran her hand through your hair softly, gently coaxing you to a safe place. 

"Am I useless?"

The question that had been burning on your mind just flew out and your eyes widened in shock. You couldn't take it back now. 

She grabbed your chin and tilted it upwards to look at her. Her eyes were full of love and endearment, all for you. She made sure you knew that.

"No, my love. You could never be useless to me or to anyone. You're an amazing human being. The things you can do when you put your mind to it are amazing, you're wonderful and I wouldn't have it any other way, milaya (darling)" She spoke with such certainty it almost swayed you. But in the back of your mind loomed the truth, or what you believed was the truth.

"I've never been told that before" You mumbled quietly before burying your head back into the warmth of her neck. 

"I'll tell you that as many times as you need." She raised her hand to run it through your hair as she reassured you sweetly. 

At the end of the day, she'd always be there when your day goes horribly wrong.