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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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You got me feeling soft but also kinda thirsty
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Distractions
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You were still struggling with the clasp of your necklace when she comes into the room from the shower. She runs her fingers coated in some kind of coconut humectant through her still damp hair as she strides confidently up behind you in a plush white bathrobe.
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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Y/N: My wife said I need to grow up.
Carol: What did you say?
Y/N: I was speechless.
Y/N: Of course, it’s hard to say anything when you have forty-five gummy bears in your mouth.
Natasha: I was right.
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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Aaaaa this was sad but cute as hell
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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Old But New
35 - “I’m sorry, do I know you?”
42 - “Are you flirting with me?”
12 - “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”
Genre: Angst & Fluff
Word Count: 1,267
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Your eyes scan the album of photos, the only familiar person staring back at you being yourself.
“Do you remember any of it?” The young brunette woman beside you asks. 
With a shake of your head she sighs. 
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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Kneel. Before your queen.
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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This was really soft
Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Decide
46 - “You’re hurt. Please just let it heal.”
7 - “Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-“ “You are literally bleeding.”
Summary: Somethings are just more important.
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 721
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Each step you take sends a wave of pain straight up your leg to your thigh. All your muscles seem to be screaming in protest. And it’s possible your blood loss is making you light headed.
But that, while needing attention, is not the most important thing right now.
Raising your hand, you rapidly knock on the door, and wait. Having to smile at the old lady that walks by and eyes your damaged body.
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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Y/N: This cake is amazing!
Natasha: My God, get a room.
Y/N: I would get a room with this cake.
Y/N: I think I could show this cake a good time.
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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Thanks for the tag @natasha-danvers
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This blog is still new-ish so I haven't interacted with too many people yet, but I'm gonna tag @lndlover and literally anyone who sees this and wants to have a go 💙
Google your name followed by:
*your name* fantasy gown
*your name* fantasy crown
*your name* fanstasy weapon
Create your fantasy outfit and tag 5 people to show you theirs!
I was tagged by @delicatetimetravelarcade. Tagging @rebeliz777 @xxxtwilightaxelxxx​ @natasharomanoffismywife @romanoffswifey and anyone else who thinks this is cool and wants to give it a go!
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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Yours
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Pairing: Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader
Warnings: friends with benefits relationship, fingering, choking, fluff towards the end, spelling and grammar mistakes, smut (+18)
Request can be found here.
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“Please,” she begs, her voice is whiney as she continues to hold off her orgasm, waiting for you to grant her permission to come.
Always being a good girl.
Her neck is bruised with your marks, the same marks she hoped you made from wanting to her claim her. The ones she wanted to show off so people knew she was yours, but she wasn’t.
She isn’t yours, nor are you hers. At least not yet.
“Please. Please, let me come.”
“Love when you beg, Natty. Always so pretty when you beg.” You praise while thrusting your fingers inside her dripping pussy. Your thumb is rubbing small circles on her clit, groaning when she clenched around your fingers.
“I’m so close.”
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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Natasha, after their first date: We should have dinner again.
Y/N: Thanks, but I’m full.
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Natasha Romanoff in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016)
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Point Blank Part 2
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: Natasha struggles to deal with the aftermath of that night, and life still has a few surprises left to throw at her.
Contents/Warnings: mentions of serious injury, some angst (but don’t worry too much)
Words: 2,280
AN - As promised here is the second part to Point Blank. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to get this out (uni came along and kicked me in the head) but I hope that you still enjoy it
PART 1
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Natasha stares into the bathroom mirror, barely recognising the woman who gazes blankly back at her. All bloodshot eyes and puffy eyelids, her face red and blotchy as loose strands of hair cling to the slightly damp trails that mar her cheeks.
She swallows thickly against the soreness of her throat and raises a shaky hand to her reflection. The skin of her fingers raw from where she had scrubbed at them. As if she could simply wash away the feeling of your blood on her hands.
You had started to feel so cold when Steve had finally pried you from her arms, he and Tony quickly rushing your limp form from the room. Leaving her frozen there. Watching as her world imploded around her, haunted by the knowledge that she’d been the one to cause it.
The muscles in her jaw and hands clench as realisation washes over her again. Her vision blurs as tears well in her eyes, and she draws back her fist, letting out a grief stricken roar as she slams it into the wall in front of her.
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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Point Blank Part 2
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: Natasha struggles to deal with the aftermath of that night, and life still has a few surprises left to throw at her.
Contents/Warnings: mentions of serious injury, some angst (but don’t worry too much)
Words: 2,280
AN - As promised here is the second part to Point Blank. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to get this out (uni came along and kicked me in the head) but I hope that you still enjoy it
PART 1
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Natasha stares into the bathroom mirror, barely recognising the woman who gazes blankly back at her. All bloodshot eyes and puffy eyelids, her face red and blotchy as loose strands of hair cling to the slightly damp trails that mar her cheeks.
She swallows thickly against the soreness of her throat and raises a shaky hand to her reflection. The skin of her fingers raw from where she had scrubbed at them. As if she could simply wash away the feeling of your blood on her hands.
You had started to feel so cold when Steve had finally pried you from her arms, he and Tony quickly rushing your limp form from the room. Leaving her frozen there. Watching as her world imploded around her, haunted by the knowledge that she’d been the one to cause it.
The muscles in her jaw and hands clench as realisation washes over her again. Her vision blurs as tears well in her eyes, and she draws back her fist, letting out a grief stricken roar as she slams it into the wall in front of her.
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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I'm glad I could hit you in all the feels 💖
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Point Blank Part 2
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: Natasha struggles to deal with the aftermath of that night, and life still has a few surprises left to throw at her.
Contents/Warnings: mentions of serious injury, some angst (but don’t worry too much)
Words: 2,280
AN - As promised here is the second part to Point Blank. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to get this out (uni came along and kicked me in the head) but I hope that you still enjoy it
PART 1
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Natasha stares into the bathroom mirror, barely recognising the woman who gazes blankly back at her. All bloodshot eyes and puffy eyelids, her face red and blotchy as loose strands of hair cling to the slightly damp trails that mar her cheeks.
She swallows thickly against the soreness of her throat and raises a shaky hand to her reflection. The skin of her fingers raw from where she had scrubbed at them. As if she could simply wash away the feeling of your blood on her hands.
You had started to feel so cold when Steve had finally pried you from her arms, he and Tony quickly rushing your limp form from the room. Leaving her frozen there. Watching as her world imploded around her, haunted by the knowledge that she’d been the one to cause it.
The muscles in her jaw and hands clench as realisation washes over her again. Her vision blurs as tears well in her eyes, and she draws back her fist, letting out a grief stricken roar as she slams it into the wall in front of her.
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Point Blank Part 2
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: Natasha struggles to deal with the aftermath of that night, and life still has a few surprises left to throw at her.
Contents/Warnings: mentions of serious injury, some angst (but don’t worry too much)
Words: 2,280
AN - As promised here is the second part to Point Blank. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to get this out (uni came along and kicked me in the head) but I hope that you still enjoy it
PART 1
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Natasha stares into the bathroom mirror, barely recognising the woman who gazes blankly back at her. All bloodshot eyes and puffy eyelids, her face red and blotchy as loose strands of hair cling to the slightly damp trails that mar her cheeks.
She swallows thickly against the soreness of her throat and raises a shaky hand to her reflection. The skin of her fingers raw from where she had scrubbed at them. As if she could simply wash away the feeling of your blood on her hands.
You had started to feel so cold when Steve had finally pried you from her arms, he and Tony quickly rushing your limp form from the room. Leaving her frozen there. Watching as her world imploded around her, haunted by the knowledge that she’d been the one to cause it.
The muscles in her jaw and hands clench as realisation washes over her again. Her vision blurs as tears well in her eyes, and she draws back her fist, letting out a grief stricken roar as she slams it into the wall in front of her.
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romanoffswifey · 3 years
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Natasha: Now repeat after me: “I am a beautiful human being that deserves to be loved.”
Y/N: You are a beautiful human being that deserves to be loved.
Natasha: Fuck you.
Y/N: I’d actually rather f-
Natasha, with an evil stare: Don’t.
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Point Blank Part 2
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: Natasha struggles to deal with the aftermath of that night, and life still has a few surprises left to throw at her.
Contents/Warnings: mentions of serious injury, some angst (but don’t worry too much)
Words: 2,280
AN - As promised here is the second part to Point Blank. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to get this out (uni came along and kicked me in the head) but I hope that you still enjoy it
PART 1
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Natasha stares into the bathroom mirror, barely recognising the woman who gazes blankly back at her. All bloodshot eyes and puffy eyelids, her face red and blotchy as loose strands of hair cling to the slightly damp trails that mar her cheeks.
She swallows thickly against the soreness of her throat and raises a shaky hand to her reflection. The skin of her fingers raw from where she had scrubbed at them. As if she could simply wash away the feeling of your blood on her hands.
You had started to feel so cold when Steve had finally pried you from her arms, he and Tony quickly rushing your limp form from the room. Leaving her frozen there. Watching as her world imploded around her, haunted by the knowledge that she’d been the one to cause it.
The muscles in her jaw and hands clench as realisation washes over her again. Her vision blurs as tears well in her eyes, and she draws back her fist, letting out a grief stricken roar as she slams it into the wall in front of her.
She has no idea how long she stays there, weeping quietly, before Wanda’s hands wrap around her arm. Gently taking her hand away from the web of cracks she’d just created and pushing it under the stream of water once more. 
The redhead tenses when she’s led back into the main part of the room. A wave of nausea hitting her as she catches a glimpse at just how much of your blood now stains the bed sheets. 
The younger woman notices her reaction and hurriedly guides her down the hallway to her own room, knowing that the redhead wasn’t going to stay in your shared room any longer but certainly not trusting her to be in her spare room alone.
Natasha spends the rest of the night laying awake next to the brunette. Staring at the ceiling as silent tears run down her face, as every time she closes her eyes she’s back there. Reliving that moment over and over again.
Morning comes, and a small part of Natasha is glad for Wanda’s grounding presence as Tony leads the pair to the labs. A warm hand on her shoulder helps to calm her when he begins to place machinery around her head, the billionaire hoping to discover the cause of her actions.
It turned out that when she was separated from the team during your last mission, she had actually been captured by a set of Hydra operatives. The agents deciding to try out their latest form of brainwashing on her. A type of subliminal suggestion.
Clearly they had underestimated her skill as she had put up one hell of a fight, even while under the influence of whatever they had given her. This, combined with the approaching battle from the rest of the avengers, meant they had been forced to let her go before they were finished. Only managing to implant a small piece of their directive into her mind.
But a piece is all they had needed.
To take out even one avenger would be a win for Hydra, and you were the obvious target. Your relationship with Natasha meant that it was normal for you to be in close proximity with each other and for you to have your guard down around her. All she had to do was stick by your side as usual and the programing would kick in and do the rest.
This knowledge did nothing to lessen the pain and the guilt that filled her. Did nothing to change the fact that she had been the one to pull the trigger. 
She can’t stand the looks of sympathy that the others keep throwing her and the way they don’t seem to hold her accountable. So she avoids them. Choosing to forgo team meals and quickly dismissing their offers of company.
But she doesn’t go down to see you either. She thinks whatever is left of her heart would crumble if she saw you now. How could she sit next to your bedside when she was the one who put you there in the first place? She’s not sure you would even want her there if she did.
Over the last 5 years you had provided her with everything she had searched for her whole life. Giving her all your love and support, and helping her believe that she was deserving of it. She felt like she was where she belonged when she was with you, like she had found her home. You were the only person she’d ever had the desire to spend the rest of her life with, and she had repaid you by putting a bullet in you.
When the day drags into evening Wanda gets fed up with watching her self destruction and puts her foot down. The Sokovian forcing the redhead to get something to eat or drink before she makes herself sick. 
Natasha now sits quietly at the kitchen table, her dull eyes fixed on the grain of the wood as Wanda busies herself off to the side. The sound of bubbling fills the silence followed shortly by the clanking of metal on ceramic. 
Careful hands come to adjust the blanket around her shoulders, and a mug is placed in front of her. The scent and colour tell her what it is immediately; Yorkshire tea, milk, two sugars. Your hot beverage of choice. 
She finds it laughable that she should seek comfort from your favourite drink while you could be fighting for your life right now. And yet, some traitorous part of her still does. The familiarity of it ghosting soothingly over the ache in her chest.
Her gaze remains drawn to the rising steam but she’s aware of the way Wanda moves to join a couple of people by the door. A small hint of anger flaring within her as she registers the happiness in their hushed tones. Her annoyance grows after she hears only two sets of footsteps walk down the hall. Leaving her with the feeling of being watched by whoever stayed.
“You know, I was a bit upset that you didn’t come and visit me at first.” Natasha’s head  snaps up at your voice. “But then I realised that you’re probably stuck in that beautiful ginger head of yours.”
“How?” is all she manages to rasp. Gaping at you as you stand leaning on the doorframe like nothing had happened.
You walk over to her, not missing the rough quality of her voice or the way she still squints slightly against the soft light of the room. Your heart twinges at how small and broken she looks as she sits there.
Green eyes watch intently as you kneel in front of her and pick up the tea, humming at the taste as you take a sip, then blowing gently over the brim before offering it to the other woman. Your lips quirk into a small smile when her fingers brush over your own as she takes it from you.
Natasha has to admit that it does feel nice against the scratchiness of her throat.
“How are you up here right now?” she asks a bit easier this time, setting the tea back down and hesitantly reaching out for your hand.
“Well, it turns out that enhanced physiology and the best medical treatment a billionaire can buy are very useful when you get shot,” you explain with a half-smile. “In fact, they said that I'll be perfectly fine and left with minimal scarring.”
You place a kiss on the back of her hand and push it under your jumper, guiding it up towards the tender spot at the top of your abdomen. “See, it’s not that bad.”
Through the bandages and the gauze that lay across your skin, the redhead can feel a small rough patch. It’s barely bigger than her finger tip. But she still frowns as she traces over it.
“I’m sorry,” she chokes, dropping both her gaze and her hand, “I’m so sorry.”
Your brows furrow this time. “What have you got to be sorry for, dorogoy?”
“I did this to you, Y/N. I was supposed to protect you and I shot you! You should hate me! You should want nothing to do with me, not be sat here calling me darling!”
“Hey, look at me.” Her teary eyes reluctantly meet your own as you cup her face. “Hydra did this to me, not you. We both know how their brand of mental warfare works and I’m not going to let you torture yourself over it. I love you too much for that.”
“But I still hurt you. I could have done something to stop it and I let you down,” she argues.
“No you didn’t. You tried to fight it. You knew that something wasn’t right and tried to warn me.” You let out a huff of amusement. “Even subconsciously you did try to protect me, just like you always do.”
Her eyes become more focused and her ragged breathing slows down, showing that she was listening to what you said.
Natasha stands and you follow suit, watching quietly as she studies you for a moment before pulling you into a fierce hug. She buries her face in the crook of your neck while her fingers dig into the thick knit of your jump, clutching at you tightly as she breathes in your scent. She sighs softly as you begin to rub comforting circles across her back.
The pair of you stay like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the embrace. Glad to be back in the other's arms once more.
When she pulls back, you bring your left hand up to caress her face and a small glint catches her eye. The Russian finally noticing the ring you’re wearing.
“You found it,” she murmurs as she runs her finger along the metal band.
You flash her a sheepish smile. “It was an accident I swear. And in my defence, for a super spy you do sometimes pick terrible hiding places.”
The place she had chosen to hide it was not the best, she had to give you that, but at the time she was kind of freaking out. She had known for a while that you were the only person she wanted to be with but the actual purchasing of the engagement ring had been a spur of the moment decision, and once she’d returned to the compound the panic had set in.
Despite the fact she had long since learnt that everything the Red Room had spouted about love was a lie, she couldn’t help the hint of fear that rose in her at what her desires meant. What that ring represented. And then there was the worry that you wouldn’t actually want to spend the rest of your life with her. Even though you had been with her for so long already. After everything that had happened recently, the latter of her fears only seemed to grow.
She looks away, nervously picking at the edge of the blanket as she voices her thoughts. “Would you even want to?”
“Would I want to what?” you ask, biting the inside of your lip to keep from smiling as you try your hardest to play dumb.
Her eyes flick back to yours. “Would you want to...get married?” she trails off quietly, finally saying the words you were waiting for.
A bright grin appears on your face, and she can’t help the way her own lips tug upwards as she rests her forehead against yours.
“Of course I want to get married, moya lyubov.” You bump your noses together playfully. “Though, I’ll only do it on one condition.”
Natasha hides the flash of panic that runs through her. She’s not entirely sure she can cope with any more emotional turmoil.
You pull away slightly so you can reach into your pocket, pulling out a small velvet box that you hold up in front of you. When you open the lid the redhead lets out a little gasp at its contents. “That condition being that you, Natalia Romanova, would be my wife.”
For the first time that day the tears that well in her eyes are ones of joy. 
Placing one hand over the ring you’re holding and winding the other around the back of your neck, she pulls you into a bruising kiss. The passion behind it makes you weak in the knees and you can’t help the moan that escapes as her tongue pushes into your mouth, brushing over yours in a way that has no business feeling as good as it does.
After a while she releases your lips with a soft pop, leaving you both breathless and not quite able to open your eyes just yet. You can still feel her smirk though.
“I take it that’s a yes then,” you murmur against her lips.
She chuckles and responds by drawing you into another kiss.
Later, once you’ve made sure she’s eaten properly and she’s helped you with a very relaxing bath; you lay in bed together. Natasha wrapped around you protectively while you read a dog eared copy of your favorite book.
She hums contentedly into the side of your neck as she presses herself closer to you. Her smile widens when she glances down to where you’re absentmindedly playing with her fingers. Knowing that soon you won’t only have each other’s hearts, but each other’s names as well.
Natasha L/N-Romanoff had a nice ring to it, and she has a feeling it’s the one that she’s finally going to keep.
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Tony: I read Playboy for the articles.
Carol, a lesbian: I don’t.
Y/N: Same.
Steve: Right, you guys read Playgirl.
Natasha: I don’t think you know how this works.
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