#romanofff

[sunnysideprincess]

Tony, with all his reputation as a playboy billionaire, is a little slow on the uptake. Natasha noticed this shortly after moving in with the team. He was genuinely unaware of the way ladies would drag their sunglasses down to their nose just to see the swing of his hips or the slow roll of his shirt sleeves. Pepper, despite their mutually thought break up, still drools a little when Tony's nimble fingers work the tie loose. And yeah, Nat wouldn't say no to a wild weekend away with the genius on a secluded cabin on the hill—doing nasty, nasty things to that tush.

But nothing compares Tony's oblivious nature when it comes to the men around him.

The way he drives Tiberus Stone crazy during the Met Gala, wearing a corset that's tight enough to give Victorian Era ladies a run for their money. The way one of the military brats shamelessly stares at his throat, licking his lips and subtly adjusting his pants. The way Barnes whines when Tony comes out of the armor, wearing the tight-just right-flight suit. The way Steve punches a hole in the refridgerator when he sees his shirt sitting loose on Tony's bare chest. (Apparently Tony and Nat are the resident clothing thieves. She doesn't disagree because Bruce's shirts and Clint's jackets look good on her.)

She sees it while tracing the spots on her mug. The resident genius billionaire is listing sideways, on the verge of falling off his perch on the counter top—because normal seats are for losers, he said. His head bumps on the shelving unit above and he mutters a curse, stretches his arm up to swat at it like it's a fly. But her attention catches at the stillness of two super soldiers staring at the patch of skin—a tiny sliver around the waist, the curve of the hip bone winking at them.

Tony yawns, jumps down to the floor and the loosely fitted sweats slide an inch below their designated spot. Something cracks and Nat watches them—the two Brooklyn boys pushing away their broken chopsticks and slowly, with the stillness of a pack of predators, rising up from their seats.

"I'm gonna go upstairs, use my bed for once," Tony tells them and sends Nat a slow smile. A knowing one.

He swings his hips around, humming an off beat tune and doesn't bother checking his own disheveled state of clothes.

It takes them all a moment to understand, and then Steve and Barnes are racing out of the kitchen after him, only to have the elevator doors slam on their faces.

Huh.

Looks like Tony might not be so oblivious after all.

[seduzist]

young and beautiful

preface.

pairing: natasha romanofff x reader.

cw: age gap, smut, forbidden love.

masterlist. chapter one.

When you were a kid, you spent your summers in your grandmother’s house, a big italian house that belonged to your family for more years than you could count, in a small, beautiful town on the southern of Florenca, Italy. Your mother used to send you there to not have to take care of you on summer, and you used to hate it for obvious reasons. The town was dying beautiful but for an eight years old with no friends, watching novels with nonna in a place full with buildings of middle age wasn’t the most exciting thing.

That was until you met Wanda, on a special hot afternoon reading by the lake. She was looking for a football ball that her younger brother lost and it’s truly incredible how quickly kids can make new friends.

Wanda had a big accent but you understood her english and also learned italian with your grandma, she had big green eyes and a shy smile, Pietro, her two year younger brother, was energetic and playful, and by one hour later you were all friends.

Wanda’s father died just a few months before you met, and you always saw that as the reason why she was so shy, but that didn’t affected her little brother, who annoyed her just like every little sibling should. You remember to envy their relationship, not in a bad way, but they would never be lonely because they had each other, and you were so different.

They lived not even 15 minutes away from your grandma’s house and you started to spend all day on the lake, in their pool, playing games and biking together, soon you started to wait anxiously for the summer to come, instead of fighting with your mom to not left you there.

The years passed and you naturally became family with the Maximoff’s, your relationship only grew stronger as you grew older and Wanda became your best friend, even if you saw her much less than your friends from your country.

Your birthday used to come right after the vacation, and on the eighteen birthday you asked your mom to let you spend the day there, she didn’t seen to mind since your grades would not be affected by just one week off school, and you was almost an adult at the time.

You couldn’t be more excited for the summer this time, and you didn’t even know what was about to happen.

Natasha, Wanda’s aunt, was there too, she didn’t lived with them, but spent her vacations sometimes, to help her older sister with the kids and enjoy some time away from the usual chaos energy of New York. She always saw you there with her nephews, and always saw your shining eyes on her when you thought she wasn’t looking, trying to figure out what she did to you, why your hands shakes and sweats when she’s around, why you can’t act normal. She used to think that was cute, just a kid with a silly crush, until you wasn’t a kid anymore, until your pretty feminine features along with seductive self talks louder than your age gap, until she falls in love with you.

[togrowoldinv]

Welcome Home

Natasha Romanofff x Reader

Natasha comes home from a mission to be with her family again

Note: This is soft mama Nat. Enjoy it!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

It’s never been easy when Natasha goes on a mission without you, but this time has been particularly hard. One month without talking to or seeing Natasha has been torture.

But it’s been even more difficult for your nine-month-old daughter. She got used to Nat’s presence in the home. Even though she can’t speak, you know sometimes her cries are for Natasha specifically.

Nat didn’t want to go on a mission so soon after she was born, but Fury asked for her help. She rarely turned him down.

Tonight, you’re missing Nat even more because little Ali won’t stop crying. You hold her in your arms now, trying to soothe her with the movement of a rocking chair. It isn’t working well.

“It’s okay, baby,” you say. She cries louder. “I know. I miss Mama too.”

It’s another hour before Ali stops crying and falls asleep. You lay her down in her crib before retreating to your room. You hadn’t realized it was so late, but it’s nearing 2am now. So, you slip on one of Natasha’s sweatshirts and slide into bed.

You expect to be awakened from your slumber within a few hours, but you sleep until morning. Afraid you missed your daughter’s cries, you get out of bed quickly and rush to her room. When she’s not in her crib, you panic.

Just when you’re about to call the Avengers that are in town, you hear the sound of her giggles coming from the kitchen. You turn the corner of your house to see Natasha standing beside your daughter as she feeds her breakfast.

“Natasha?” You call her name to make sure she’s real.

She turns around with a perfect smile. She’s real. And she’s home.

“Hey detka,” Natasha says sweetly.

She opens her arms, and you hug her tight. She grunts at the force of your hug, but when you try to pull back away, she pulls you close again.

“I missed you so much,” you say.

“I missed you more,” Nat replies.

When you pull away, you look over her face. She looks tired but happy. You lean in for a kiss. A whole month without kissing her is something you never want to happen again. You could kiss her forever, but your daughter fusses at the lack of food being fed to her.

Natasha chuckles and pulls away, softly kissing your lips one more time.

“She missed you too, you know,” you say, kissing Ali on the head.

“I can tell,” Natasha says. “I made pancakes if you want some.”

“You’re the best.”

You make a plate and drench them in syrup. Natasha laughs at your love for the sugary syrup that she doesn’t care for. You sit next to Natasha, and she kisses your cheek.

“Never leave me again,” you say.

“I’ll do my best,” Nat replies. You know she has to go on missions, but the comment satisfies you for now. “When she naps, do you want to-”

“Yes please,” you interrupt her.

“I was just going to suggest we talk, but deal,” Natasha jokes.

“It’s been a month, Nat.”

“I know,” she says. “I’ll make it worth it.”

Natasha smirks and goes back to feeding Ali. You somehow find that the most attractive thing in the world.

You’re so glad she’s home again and your family is happy once again.

[adi06lena]

*Y/n’s funeral*

Natasha: I need a moment with her.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Natasha, leaning over Y/n’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

Y/n: Yeah, no shit.

[blavkvdova]

this page is fucking me up today

[agenteade]

© @AGENTJOHNS0N on twitter

[fyeahnatasharomanoff]

Empire Magazine’s new cover for Avengers: Endgame.

[falllpoutboy]

the mvps of endgame: tony, natasha and scott.

[lesellieknope]

sorry you are having water issues, it can suck ass! to keep you company while the hot water's fixed, i am sending you the best subreddit i've found ever: https://www.reddit.com/r/scrungycats/

🥰 ty angel this is indeed an incredible scroll who put all these personal pictures of charles leclerc online

[sunnysideprincess]

Natasha: Tony has a thing for bad boys.

Steve: Got it.

-later-

Tony: Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal?

[skeleton-squid-boy]

hi!! congratulations on 200 followers that’s awesome and a lot!! I’m not sure if I sent an ask the other day but in case I didn’t, I’ll request all the mutuals emojis please? If I did request you can ignore this haha! Also 🍊 as marvel characters and 🧃cm episodes! congrats again you deserve it all <333

🍊 I don't have any explanations for these its purely on vibes

Peter Parker- @elliottspond

Scott Lang- @tenelvez

Bruce Banner- @starry-eyed-spence

Tony Stank- @moreidsdaughter

Shuri - @hotchley

Clint Barton - @sadspencer

Nat Romanofff - @anastasiahotchner

Carol Danvers - @raegan-reid

Wanda Maximoff - @deadravenclaw

🧃 CM episodes, this is just a list I have in my notes...

True Genius, Minimal Loss, Demonology, Retaliation, Hostage, Snake Eyes, LDSK, Painless, The Last Word, Extreme Aggressor, Natural Born Killer, Brothers Hotchner, Coda, 52 Pickup.

🦖 Pink Lemonade - the wombats

🦠

⛰ I associate you with both penelope and Emily! I feel like your a fun mixture of the two :)

[natellaxox]

Why wasn’t this in the movie

#gym therapy

[adi06lena]

Natasha: What is wrong with you?

Y/n: Loaded question. Elaborate.

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanofff x Reader : Thin Line

Summary: You’re wild and free. She’s strict and trained. You and Natasha are polar opposites and it drives her crazy. Each move you make annoys her to no end. But, there’s a thin line between annoyance and adoration.

Rating: 18+ Violence, Mentions of Death, and Smut

Side Note: This is the final chapter of Thin Line. Before you read I’d like to thank you so much for reading my fic and I’m assuming if you read this far you like it. Fee free to stick around for the many fics and imagines to come. Love You 3000❤️

Chapter 11

They had been flying for hours. Sam fell asleep, almost instantly, after he got on the jet. Wanda had fallen asleep an hour after Sam, her mind had been reeling far too much for her to settle at first.

Steve was piloting(technically the jet is in autopilot so he wasn’t) but that didn’t steal his air of authority. Bucky having just been left in Wakanda.

And Natasha.

The red head had firmly planted herself in a seat near the jets door an hour after boarding.

Steve spoke to her before then. He knows how much she loves you and had to make sure she was one hundred percent on board with leaving. She assured him she was.

While she still stands by that, her heart was seemingly screaming at her, aching at your absence and her decision to leave.

Those feelings is exactly why, for majority of the flight, she had been staring at a picture. The only picture she ever bothered to hold on to: one you had taken on your second date.

****Flashback****

“Natasha, babe, we fight lunatics and terrorists for a living, and you’re telling me you’re scared of a rollercoaster?” You stood beside her with a teasing grin, the large metal contraption in front of you.

She rolled her eyes and mushed your face,“ I’m not scared of anything. I just don’t want to get on.” Her eyes then skeptically watched passerby.

You, noticing that she was slipping into Widow mode, grabbed her hands and pulled her closer,“ what if we,” you stretched the word and looked around,“ go to the beach instead.”

She’s still hesitant. It’s not often that she subjects herself to being out in the open like this, but you had pouted and fucked her into giving in. Turns out your adorable face mixed with a mind blowing orgasm was the perfect kryptonite.

“Come on Natty,” you tried one more time,“ just for a couple minutes. I don’t want our date to end just yet.”

Once again, you pulled a pout, eyes softening just enough to make her groan and look away.

“Fine, fine,” before you could cheer she added,“ but only for a couple of minutes.”

“Perfect.”

The two of you had walked off Coney Island and down to the beach. You took her to, what looked like, the only secluded spot, and pulled her into your lap on the sand.

With the sun ending it’s appearance in the sky, stars scattered above you and pink and orange streams painted across the horizon.

“Picture time!” You exclaimed childishly, whipping your phone out, and holding it up.

“No.” Her quick response halted your actions.

Leaning back to look at her, you asked,“ do you not want to remember this moment?”

“I’ll remember.” She assured.

“But I might forget. This picture is for me!” You then smushed your lips on to her cheek and took the picture, but not before she could cover her face.

The stupid grin she pulled hidden by her hands.

****End Flashback****

Despite her not wanting to take the picture, she stole it from you the moment you had it printed off.

And now it sat in her hands, the top corners dogeared from her fidgeting.

She needs this picture, just in case. In case you don’t find her clues. In case you can’t crack her password and encryption. In case she never sees you again, intentionally or not.

She needs her memories of you.

“Romanoff!”

Her eyes linger on the picture, before she’s pocketing it, and going over to Steve.

“We’re ten minutes out, mind waking Sam and Wanda?”

Natasha simply nods and sets off to do just that. Her hand rests on Wanda’s shoulder, gently shaking the young witch.

“Maximoff, wake up.”

Wanda has never been much of a heavy sleeper so she wakes with that little effort, saying a small, sleepy, “alright” with a rub of her eyes.

Sam however doesn’t wake as easily. The gentle shaking just makes him mumble “five more minutes mom,” before drifting back off. Harsher shaking makes him groan and complain, rolling over to face the inside of the seats.

Natasha decides to just roll him off the chairs.

His body slams on to the floor and that just barely wakes him up. Still laying on the ground, he yawns and rubs his eyes with his fist.

“Wilson get up, we’re here.” Steve’s stern yet gentle voice says.

This has everyone moving to get the few things they did have.

Here is a safe house in Spain.

Steve had lifted a list of them from paper files at the compound, crossing referencing with the ones listed on the computer files. He narrowed it down to a few that could only be found on paper and took them.

It didn’t mean they were completely untraceable, but it would take a lot more than a look up to find them.

The small group walks through a span of woods were the jet is hidden, to the safe house. Before entering they survey the area.

Upon finding nothing, they go inside.

Feeling just the slightest bit safer, everyone slumps sigh exhaustion.

“We’ll move in the morning just in case someone managed to find us, but for now everyone rest up.” Steve’s voice rings over the small group with the same commanding tone he took with all the Avengers.

Everyone nods and heads into opposite rooms, except Natasha and Wanda, both seemingly frozen in the loss of the people they love.

It’s the brunette Witch who breaks the sad silence,“ do you think they’ll forgive us?” 

Natasha feels the tears spring into her eyes.

Leaving you was the last thing she wanted but the decision has been made. She can’t take it back now. She’s also a fugitive at this point.

“They’ll forgive us.” She tries to assure,“ hell they probably don’t think we need to be forgiven. Just,” the red head takes in a deep breath and places a gentle hand on her friends shoulder,“ shower, get some rest, you’ll feel better in the morning.”

Despite her saying that, she doesn’t believe it. Why should she when she knows it won’t work. 

Not having you is like not having her heart or soul, no shower or sleep could ever make that feeling better.

It’s why she cries the second she’s out of the shower and in her room. The tears she managed to hold at bay pour from her eyes as she nearly curls into a ball on the small couch. 

That sadness, however, is short lived.

“Awe, don’t tell me those tears are for me Pretty Girl.”

She hadn’t know what this felt like. To have her hope be fulfilled. Truthfully she’d never really had hope before but she hoped in you and this- this euphoria, it feels amazing.

She left you clues and you followed them because why wouldn’t you? She’s the love of your life and you’d be damned if you just let her get away.

You found her. Her trust in your intelligence was well placed. As was her trust in your feelings for her.

Wiping her nose with the sleeve of your (stolen) shirt, she sniffs, and looks up at you. Green teary eyes meet yours and you smile at how beautiful she is even when sad.

“You’re so annoying Y/L/N.”

You step closer, taking her deathly delicate hands in yours. The warm smile you pull still manages to be cocky in some way and it drives Natasha crazy.

Pulling her up and into your arms you say,“ as if I’d let you slip away.”

Her eyes are roaming over your body just to ensure that you’re actually here,“ I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

Natasha wraps her arms around your waist and hugs you to her. You return the hug, breathing in that cinnamon and vanilla scent you had begun to miss over those few hours.

But Natasha knows you, and she knows you won’t let the silence last, which is why she’s already smiling and shaking her head when you break it.

“How could you not, I’m fuckin awesome.” You over dramatically wink at her.

The red head rolls her eyes, a small laugh on her lips as she starts to walk away from you.

“That was a moment, and you ruined it.” She points out.

Feigning shock, you press a hand to your heart,“ I would never!”

Your heart soars as she laughs once again, sound lighter than the last. This beauty has been through a lot of shit recently and to make her smile and laugh despite it all is an achievement worth the highest medal.

Before you can step closer to her there’s a knock at the door.

Natasha quirks an eyebrow before going to it. Cracking it, she peeks outside, befor stepping back and fully opening it.

“I’m sorry for bothering you I just, I think I’m going mad. I keep hearing Y/N’s voice and I can feel Vision as if he’s right beside me.” Your witchy best friend stammers out the second she’s inside.

Your eyes widen,“ oh shit, Vision.”

Neither Natasha or Wanda have time to react as you’re out the window already.

Wanda blinks a couple times to not sure if this is real or if she has in fact lost her mind. One glance at Natasha’s uncontrolabbly smiley face and she knows that was actually you.

Her slight joy is wiped away as she realizes her presence just scared you off. That’s what she thinks anyway.

She’s proven wrong when you step back through the window, this time followed by Vision phasing through the wall.

“Tada!” You whisper/yell, hands gesturing to the red android.

“Viz.” Wanda’s shocked response whispers through the room.

“Wanda.” He smiles back with a nod.

“Wait!” You ruin yet another moment.“ Before you two get all lovey, I’d like to hug my best friend.”

Arms wide you step closer to Wanda. Her magic flickers through her eyes in fear.

No, she’s not scared of you, she’s scared that you hate her. That you’re disappointed in the choice she made to side with Steve.

“Uh Wanda, this is getting awkward.” You murmur.

“You don’t hate me?” The Witch asks, barely above a whisper.

“Woah! Hate? I could never hate you kid, I love you. And I’m not holding anything against you. We all did what we thought was right. I’m just really glad you’re okay.”

At that the brunette throws herself into your arms, wrapping her own around you tightly.

Her body relaxes the instant she’s in your arms. The comfort of your warmth is an unbelievable contrast to the cold of her cell on the Raft. The gentleness of you hand on the back of her head nothing like the harsh presence of her shock collar. Your hold tight but not restricting like her straight jacket.

“Please tell me they didn’t use that shock collar on you.” You whisper, praying they didn’t hurt your best friend.

She doesn’t answer. She can’t. Not when there’s the smallest of a burn mark on her neck, reminding her of the sharp sting of the electrocution.

And you know they did. It’s why you to tighten your hold just a little and blink away your tears.

“I’m strongly tempted to go back and kick their asses”

The girl immediately pulls back, brown eyes staring into yours. Your girlfriend also looks at you, waiting for an explanation.

“No. No more violence, please.” She whispers.

For the first time sense he came in, Vision speaks.

“I agree with Agent Y/L/N. They deserve reprecutions for their actions toward you.”

Wanda steps from your hold and over to Vision. Her hand just barely cups the androids cheek.

“That’s not necessary. I’m here, I’m safe now,” she pauses,“ and I’m with you.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Vision smile, until now.

It’s faint but it’s there, and it’s all cause of the girl in front of him.

“You guys are cute.” You smile.

Luckily the android can’t blush, or he’d be redder than his skin. Much like Wanda, who’s cheeks blaze.

Natasha rolls her eyes,“ okay, Wanda, Vision, I’m sure you two want privacy and rest.” She gestures to her door.

They both nod and leave with a smile to you and Natasha.

“You just kicked th-”

She shuts you up with a fierce, burning, loving kiss. Hands on both sides of your face, body flush with yours.

“You’re so very annoying.” Her lips brush yours with each word.

Grinning like mad, you pull the red head over and to the bed.

Once she’s in your arms, you sigh contentedly,“ I may be annoying, but you love me.”

Silence.

A deep breath in and a sigh out.

“Yeah,” she smiles softly to herself. Wiggling her body closer to yours,“ I do love you.”

*****

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[agenteade]

vormir.

[whycantwegivellove]

ALL OF THE FLUFF!!! Excuse me while I go puke bunnies and rainbows

hi! i was wondering if i could request a natasha x f!reader on their first date after being best friends ever since r joined the avengers

of course you can request something with Nat, anon. it’s a blessing to me 😂❤

Nat placed her hand on your lower back, gently guiding you through the crowd. You were grateful that she couldn’t feel the sweat sticking to your back. The idea of your first date ending awkwardly cause of your sweat would have made you explode in embarrassment.

In Nat’s defense, she didn’t expect it to be hot when she suggested going to the zoo. She knew you loved animals - you could communicate with animals, your love ran deep for them - and figured it’d be a good idea. But the sun was brutal today, and you were both melting underneath it.

You looked around for some sort of shade and quickly pulled her into the reptile room. You knew it would be dark and cool enough to give you a pleasant reprieve.

“Is this a good date idea, or did I screw this up?” Nat chewed on her bottom nervously. You dont think you’ve ever seen her nervous before.

“This was the best date I’ve ever been on,” you admitted with a smile.

She let out a relieved breath. She didn’t tell you, but she had been stressing about this date since she asked you out.

The moment she met you - a bright-eyed recruit, who had extraordinary powers - she knew she was hooked. You were gentle. Tender. Easily charmed. All she wanted was to make you hers, but she didn’t know how.

Natasha Romanoff, the infamous Black Widow, had no idea how to win you over. She felt all her usual tactics were beneath you. You deserved the world.

You placed your hand on the glass of one of the python enclosures. You smiled when it tried to slither up where your hand was. It was a shame you couldn’t touch him.

“I’m not a convential person, ya know,” you hummed. “I don’t like stuffy dinner dates and movies. This was the perfect choice.”

“Even though it was hot?”

“Even though it was hot.”

You guided the python down and waved your hand, knowing every other reptile in the room would rest. You needed a little privacy for what you were about to do. Nothing is more unsettling than knowing your creatures are watching you.

“You know what would make this date even better, though?”

Nat raised her eyebrows. “What?”

You turned to face her, a shy smile on your lips. You wrapped your arms around her neck, and she slipped her around your waist. Her heart beat so rapidly, you could feel it against your chest.

“If you kissed me.”

And when she finally did, you were right. It did make the date even better.