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dontcare77ghj · 5 years

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Natasha x fem reader

Warnings; mentions of violence.

Natasha coming home from missions went two ways. The first way, and the better of the two, was she was very clingy.

She became very affectionate. She wanted to show her love and to show she wasn’t going anywhere. To be sure you weren’t going anywhere.

These were the post missions where she wanted to lay with you. To rest her head on your chest and listen to the steady beat of your heart that proved you were alive. These were the days you had to pry her arms off you to move in even the slightest.

These were the days you loved. These were the safe days, these were the safe moments that you cherished more than words could provide. Because you felt like you were keeping her safe for once.

Because she relied on you. She needed you. For once she wasn’t the Russian super spy and you weren’t just the writer. These were the moments were you were Natasha and Y/N.

But the second type, the second type of days you loathed. These were the days when the missions had taken too much of a toll on her. Where, what she witnessed was too much and she couldn’t un-see it.

These were the post missions where she locked herself away. Where she didn’t kiss your check when she came back, when she didn’t want to touch you and where she would hide away until she could realize she was safe.

And you wanted to help. You really did. You tried so hard in the earlier days of your relationship. You tried to coax her out of your room, you tried to talk to her and you had tried to hold her. But she rejected every offer of comfort and that hurt you, a lot.

Now, a year of dating later, you had grown used to the distant behavior. You still let her know that you were willing to hold her and just let her know you were there, but she never accepted it.

Today was one of those days. She came back as you were hunched over your laptop trying to finish an essay. You looked up with a smile, which quickly dropped as quickly as it had appeared.

She stood in front of the door, still in her stealth suit. Her red hair matched the color staining her hands and she gazing at you with a blank stare.

You quickly stood and rushed towards the red head, checking over her for any visible injuries.

“It’s not mine.” She whispered, grabbing at your fussing hands. “It’s not mine.” She repeated in a louder voice. With a small nod you tugged on her hand and pulled her into the bathroom.

As you turned on the shower, Natasha stared blankly at her reflection. Sensing her inner turmoil, you turned and moved her away from the mirror.

“Shower.” You said in a soft command. You went to walk away, but her small hand grabbed your forearm.

“Stay.” She stated, neither a question nor a command. Realizing this was her way of letting you in, you gave a small smile.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You affirmed and began undressing, fully intending on giving as much comfort as you could. Natasha followed suit and stepped into the shower where you soon joined her.

You held the red head in your arms as you entered the shower. Water cascaded upon the both of you as you just stood and let the blood wash off her skin. The water had long since turned cold when the two of you exited the shower.

Drying off the two of you entered your shared room, both in shorts and over sized jumpers, where Natasha crawled into bed. She looked at you with imploring eyes. She wanted you to stay.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You reaffirmed. You crawled in next to her where she immediately wrapped around you. “It’s okay, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know.” Natasha mumbled into your collar bone. She fell asleep to the feeling of you gently running your fingers through her hair.

From that day on she decided she liked letting you in. She liked having you right there with her. She liked knowing that you were with her till the end of the line.

And you liked knowing she wanted you there. And that’s all you could ask for.

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thepinkwriterr · 5 years

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Caught // Natasha Romanova x Fem Reader (two)

“Mia? Mia?” A panicked voice trailed through my ears. “Oh my god. Tony!” The same voice called. I forced my eyes open to see the assassin. “N-nat?” My voice cracked and popped with vulnerability. She sighed in relief as I tried my best to smile at her. Every muscle in my body ached. What the hell happened to me? “What the hell happened?” Another voice asked. I didn’t hear the response, or find out who’s voice that was. My vision went dark and my mind went blank.

“Mia.” Natasha’s voice was light and pleasant, barely a whisper. Her lips were upturned at the corners, forming an angelic smile. I looked up to see a sky of breezy blue, filled with clouds. I looked back down, the sand between my toes off putting. In an instant, everyone else was there. Bruce, Clint, Steve, Tony, even Pepper and Happy. Confusion was heavy in my mind. The beach was a harsh contrast to the lab I remembered being in last.

My limbs were pushed, guided to the water. The clouds deadpanned black, and the sky filled with amber. The sea turned deep red as I looked into the brash waves. I flailed as I was pushed into the crimson tides. Their faces weren’t faces any longer; they were peach colored blurs. My lungs burned and my eyes seared from the sea water as I fought my way to the surface. Each time I started to see the light of the sun, I was pulled in deeper. I could feel exhaustion overtaking me. Still, I fought to break free.

“Mia? Mia!” This time it was Tony’s voice that awoke me. This time it was startling. I shot from the mattress, the feeling of water tight in my lungs. I coughed vehemently, my throat dry as the Savanna. After my fit, I looked up to see all my friends. They stared at me with wide, concerned eyes. I stared back them, my eyes red and watery from my fit. “Can we have a minute alone?” She asked, breaking the tension.

Everyone filed out, leaving Nat and I alone. Her embrace was sudden and loving. She melted into me. I laid my head on her shoulder, her skin warm through her suit. “You scared me.” Her voice was broken. The tense lump in her throat was audible. “I know. I’m sorry...”

That night, after Nat left my room, I fell into a deep, consuming sleep. No dreams, no sleep paralysis. Just blank, black sleep. The kind of sleep addicts have when they crash. When I awoke, I stood from my bed. I needed water. I rushed to the bathroom connected to my room. I started gulping water from the faucet as soon as the light flicked on. My panting was loud and fast as I turned off the tap, the back of my throat feeling relief. Looking in the mirror startled me. My once long brown hair was chopped. I was now sporting a bottle blonde look. My suit was ripped and torn, revealing bloody cuts and gashes. I looked down at the pretty white porcelain sink. Silver sheers laid on the counter from when I cut my hair the last time I was home. The last time I felt safe. The last time I was safe.

Glass crashed to the floor, blood flowing down to my wrists. two men barged into my room as the clanking settled. They stood in the doorway, looking at the bloodied girl. “Just drop the scissors.” One said calmly, slowly walking toward me. My screaming startled the other, the clanking of the scissors startingly the other. I backed into the corner, my throat aching from my screams. But I couldn’t stop. Images of my tormentors clouded my mind. The feeling of their rough fingertips grazing my body made my skin crawl. I scratched my arms, my long fingernails cutting down my forearm. Their groans and grunts were deafening, the only sound filling the room. I couldn’t hear the men, only see their stunned faces. I felt like I knew them, but my brain couldn’t process their features. Not with the screaming memories filling all my cells.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed. I knew it was my bed because the sheets were a light colored silk. I remembered the feeling against my bare legs from before. When my eyes opened, I could see my maroon walls. The same large photo of The Avengers adorned the red wall. As I sat up, my arms twinged. The long lashes along my forearms were pink and tender, a hint of red backing them. My throat moaned in pain as I swallowed.

A small knock at my door caused a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Mia. It’s just me.” Tony’s gentle voice soothed me. “C-come in.” Slowly and quietly, he trudged in. He looked sad and sympathetic. Like I would break if he looked at me normally. Who am I kidding? I’m already broken. “Are you okay?” His voice was low and gentle. I shrugged. He sat on my bed close to me. “What happened to you in there?” He implored. “I-I don’t remember” Tears washed down my face, staining my cheeks and shirt. I could see a fire behind his eyes. I slammed into Tony, an embrace sucking all my tears away.

We talked slowly for another hour. Tears never once stopped free flowing down my face. Recounting my capture seemed to enrage Tony, the fire never leaving from behind his eyes. Although I could see he was trying his best to stay open and positive for me. “I’ll make some calls and find the best psychologist in New York. I promise.” He swore, looking into my eyes. “And if you need anything else, you come to me. Anything. Crisis centers, mental health facilities. Anything. Okay?” He explained. I nodded. He stepped out of my door, his foot steps fading down the hall.

Tony’s POV

“Did she tell you what happened?” Nat beseeched. “She doesn’t remember.” I sighed. Natasha groaned, her chair clattering to the floor as she stood quickly. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him!” She flamed. “Nat, calm down! You already did!” Clint stood, trying to calm her. “I’m gonna dig him up and burn his bones to ashes!” She screamed once again. “You’re gonna scare Mia if you keep screaming.” Clint reasoned with her. She breathed out, her nerves falling back down. Her footsteps faltered down the hall as she made her way to Mia’s room.

Natasha’s POV

I knocked on her door, trying my best not to be angry. That would only scare her and make her fear me. No response. Panic filled my veins, forcing me to rip the door open. She was asleep. Her lithe body under the heavy white duvet. All I could see was her unfamiliar hair peaking out of the blanket. Peace and relief filled me. That was quickly replaced with an ache deep in my chest. I could’ve saved her, and I didn’t.

My feet jerked my body toward her bed. I couldn’t help myself. I laid down behind her, pulling the blanket back over us. I settled into her, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her being. An idea popped into my head as I looked at her blonde locks.

Mia’s POV

Nat walked into the kitchen, her hair wrapped in a towel. I looked away quickly, continuing my gentle attack on a bright pink apple. “I have something for you.” She smiled small, sitting across from me at the large table. She took the towel off her head, short blonde tresses fell from the white cotton. “Wow...” I was breathless. “Y-you look gorgeous.” My heart was bleeding an hour ago, tears billowing from my ducts; now I’m fawning over the woman i’ve been in love with the entire time I’ve known her. “Thanks.” She smiled. “Wow...” Bruce stared at her neat, pin straight hair. “You look good like that.” He muttered. “Thanks.” She smiled again.

I could feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Her smile heated my face, giving me a welcome feeling for the first time in months. Their gentle wings began flittering violently in my stomach, forcing bile up my throat. I stood to run to the bathroom, running out of time. My foot slipped on the leftover shower water on the white tiles. On my way down, bile coated my lap. My vision clouded over as my head collided with the ceramic tiles.

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fan-fic-reblogs · 6 years

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Bend Over

Pairing: Natasha x female reader

Summary: “Spread.” Her tone left no room for disobedience, making you spread your legs before your mind could even get a hold of the word thrown at it. “Wider.”

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Warnings: this is just smut so nsfw obviously

Words: 1,171

“Bend over.”

The first sentence that left Natasha’s mouth when first entering your apartment after work reached your ears before you could even turn around to greet her.

Standing at the kitchen table where you had just finished reading a newspaper article your back was turned to your girlfriend. You let the newspaper fall to the ground, the papers falling apart with nothing holding them together anymore. You’d be in the same state later would she not be there to hold you together. But she would do that. She always did. You would just have to fall apart beforehand which you gladly did over and over again.

Before you could even properly place your hands on the surface of the big, dark table her hands were already between your shoulder blades and on your hips, pushing you down firmly and gently at the same time, guiding you down quickly. She was impatient. You knew that. Her tone gave her away every time but it didn’t seem to bother her. There was no place to hide in lust.

Your cheek was pressed against the cold wood, your breathing already shallow. Strength seemed to leave your legs, making you thankful for the support the table gave you. Every time she would manhandle you like that you had to get a hold of something or you were certain your knees would simply give in. Yet she didn’t give you a lot of time to rest against the wood and cool down your head a little bit, her hand was already in your hair, getting a good grip on it. Roughly your face was lifted and turned a little and before you could even comprehend what was being done to you her mouth was already on yours.

Suddenly you were surrounded by warmth, her tongue in your mouth, her hand on your waist, her hips pressed against yours. Soon enough her tongue left yours alone in your mouth and your face was pressed firmly but not roughly against the cold of the table again. You could barely coordinate your hands enough to make then grip the edges of the table. You would need the purchase later, you could already tell.

Her hand had moved from your hair to the back of your neck, softly pressing you down, moving up and down a little as to massage the tension out of it, like she wanted every bit of you to melt under her touch – as if you didn’t already.

The hold on your waist had loosened, her hand pressing against the inner side of your bare thigh under your skirt now.

“Spread.”

Her tone left no room for disobedience, making you spread your legs before your mind could even get a hold of the word thrown at it.

“Wider.”

Her hand was pressing into your panties now, right where they were getting embarrassingly wet already. You were sure she would spank you any moment now, reminding you not to make things hard for her. But she didn’t have time for that. She simply pushed your panties to the side and plunged two fingers deep into you with no warning, no questions asked, just deep pleasure.

You might have screamed, moaned, gasped or all three at once, maybe you merely mewled or whined, you couldn’t remember. It was like your brain just blacked out for a second or two, every bit of air inside your lungs suddenly being punched out, every conscious thought flying out of the window, your hands trying to keep you together by holding onto he table with all your might. Would you have been able to feel anything but her you might have gotten scared you would spring apart at the seams from all of the things you felt all at once. There were two fingers inside you, pressure against your clit, a steady rhythm against your sweet spot now, pressure all over your back, kisses on your neck. There was too much. But then there was only her. Her and nothing but her.

You had no control over your body anymore, not being able to fully realize what you were doing anymore and even if you would have it would’ve been useless. There was no willpower left inside of you, your whole mind was occupied with the pressure between your legs and the feeling in the pit of your stomach. There was her her her and nothing in the world that could have stopped you from surrendering to her in that moment – however long it took.

Every sense of time had left you along with your conscious thoughts. Maybe it went on for hours, minutes, a few seconds. Time didn’t exist. Your apartment didn’t exist. Your whole world seemed to be reduced for the spot between your legs but then again you were engulfed by her warmth and her body that now towered over you, pressing you harder onto the wood, her warmth a sharp contrast to the coolness against your cheek and stomach. It was like she was everywhere but then again she was only between your legs. Your whole world reduced to that little bundle of nerves. It always surprised you what she could do to such a small part of you.

The thrusts against your sweet spot didn’t go unrecognized by your mind, it just couldn’t realize what was happening. All that you knew was that you were feeling good - so so good.

It went on for infinity and longer, just you and god. You didn’t know where that thought or feeling or whatever it was came from but suddenly you realized that there was nothing else, nothing more, just you and her, just you and god. Maybe you said that out loud or maybe you just mewled her name or maybe no sound had left your mouth at all, you couldn’t be sure.

But then there was more, pushing and probing, overwhelming more than before. You tried scrambling away, pressing forward only to be stopped by a warm and unrelenting hand.

“You can take it.”

It was true. She said it and now it was true. There was no doubt. You took it. Again you were crushed by the fact that she was everywhere. In you, around you, on you – there was no space in the world she didn’t reach, no part of you that went untouched. The realization hit you like a train wreck crashing into you from the sky, as did the overwhelming pleasure that exploded in the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t even notice the knot that had formed within you. Your mind was out completely now, blinding white taking over your vision.

Time didn’t return to you immediately. You didn’t know how long it took you to wake up and how much longer it took you to realize what was happening – what just happened.

“There you are.”

She always used that phrase to welcome you back, smoothing a hand over your forehead. It never failed to bring a smile to your lips.

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wandanatfluff · 3 years

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The Life That's Left To Live - Part I - Take Me Home

Series (This part:) Fluff

Prologue | Part I

Summary series: You’re a little girl when the avengers find you. Natasha becomes kind of a mother to you. Then about 7 years later when you’re 21 you go live with the avengers again for a while, because they need your help with something. The avengers are like a family to you. Wanda is still new to the avengers and doesn’t know what happened in your past. You sleep in Wanda’s room in an extra bed and the two of you become friends. You are a quite happy, social and spontaneous girl, but there’s a sad/depressed side to you that sometimes comes to the surface.

Summary of this part: Natasha calls you with information about your brother and you go to the Avengers compound, where you meet Wanda.

Pairing: Natasha (mother figure/mentor) x Female Reader Wanda (platonic (for now at least)) x Female Reader

Warnings for this part: -

Word count: 2.2 K

A/n: To be honest I think it turned out okay, I spent quite a while on this. Title: Take Me Home, by Chord Overstreet. The fic isn’t directly based or related to the song. The title just fits ;-). The series title is a line from Love Is War, by RUNAGROUND. I hope you enjoy it!

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Absentmindedly you listen to the person in front of you. Some annoying colleague that is going on and on about a something that you would have done wrong. They had been going on for almost ten minutes and by now, you had stopped listening. Your mind drifted off to happy memories. It was something you did quite often. By reliving old memories once in a while, they would become recent in your mind again, which made it easier to go back to them, when you were feeling low. You thought about your younger self on the back of your brother’s bike, your small arms wrapped around his waist, your head pressed against his back. It had been his birthday and he had gotten a new bike. You didn’t like bikes, but when he asked for you to ride along the neighborhood with him, you gave in. Your childhood was filled with a lot of fear, but your brother always seemed to take that away. He was in almost all of your joyful memories. He was your safe place.

Your phone chimed, snapping you back into reality. You excused yourself from the ‘conversation’ and left the room. Once you close the door, you answer your phone.

“I owe you Nat! You saved me!”

“Hey Y/n… What did I save you from?”

“Some colleague, who was being incredibly tedious.”

“Need me to kill anyone?”

“Uhm… No. But what are you calling about?”

“We got new information about your brother and we need your help with it.” You fell silent for a moment at the mention of your brother.

“Oh... What is it?”

“I’m sorry Y/n, I can’t tell you over the phone. You’ll have to come to the compound.”

“Okay… I can do that. I’ll leave tomorrow morning and be there around dinner time?”

“Perfect. See you then.”

After cooking yourself some dinner you went to your room to pack. You dug deep in your closet to find your weekend bag. It had been a while since your last trip. You don’t travel that much. To be honest, you don’t travel at all. Your daily routine leaves just enough time for your daily work-out, some me-time and occasionally a movie. Staying busy avoids overthinking stuff, or well… overthinking more specific things. It took you a while to build up a routine. Have breakfast, work out, drive to the office, do your work, pretend to listen to the gossip from your fellow colleagues during the lunch break. Not that anything about your life is very challenging, but it’s just enough to keep you satisfied and to survive. Every now and then when you have a day off, you go shopping with a friend.

You are quite the cheerful girl. You are spontaneous and kind, people get along with you. You have a few friends, but none really close. The only close friends or family you have, are Nat, Steve, Tony, Clint, Thor and Bruce and you haven’t seen them in the while.

You had to empty your entire closet, but you finally found your white weekend bag with the subtle, pastel flowers pattern. You smile at it. It had been a gift from Nat. You used to have a boring and old grey bag, so she had bought you a new one. After you throw the bag on your bed, you start to fill it with clothes. You had no idea how long you’d be gone, so you packed for five days. Once your bag was fully stuffed you zipped it closed and threw it over your shoulder, making you way back to the living room.

You throw your bag next to the counter and are just about to get yourself some coffee, when the bel rings. You grab your phone and see Natasha standing in front of your door through the camera. Natasha had bought you a doorbell with a camera, to be sure you were as safe as possible when she wasn’t there. Aware of the camera she smiled at you through it. You chuckle at the sight and walk to the door to open it for her. Moments like this remind you of how amazing Natasha is. She had the key to you appartement, but chose not to use it, so she wouldn’t unnecessarily scare you.

“Surpriseee, figured I’d pick you up myself!”

“Hey Nat, come in!”

You take her jacket and hang it on the coat rack.

“How are you doing?”

“Good, actually. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just coffee, please.”

“Got it.”

You go back to the counter and get yourself and Nat some coffee. You open the fridge and get two pieces of the pie that is left from your graduation ceremony. With two slices of cake and the coffee you go to the living room. You hand Natasha, who has sat down on the couch, her coffee and put the cake on the side table.

“Oehh, is there something to celebrate?”

“Yup… I got a job!”

“Y/n! I am so proud of you. I knew you could do it!” Tears begin to well in Natasha’s eyes and she puts down her coffee to give you a hug. You bury you head in her neck and let out a small sniff. She knew what it meant for you to get your first real job. The small party one of your friends threw had been basic. Everyone had congratulated you, but Natasha was the only one who truly took her time to express her happiness. She was the only one who knew what it meant to you. It had been a long way, a long, long way, but you made it! You did it!

She had been there with Steve when you graduated. She had driven six hours, just because she knew what it would mean to you, having her there. It had been a surprise, she hadn’t told you she was coming, so when you saw her from the stage you had broken down in tears.

You catch up a bit, after which you both go to bed. You turn the sofa into a bed for Natasha so she can sleep on it, but before you rest your eyes, Natasha helps you fill another suitcase with clothing. She laughed at the sight of your single bag and suggested you’d pack another suitcase.

*** After six hours of sleep Natasha wakes you up. You take the time to get out of your bed, you take a shower and put on some make-up. In a pair of light skinny jeans and a lively orange tank top, that complemented you tan, you sit down at the kitchen island. Natasha had made you breakfast and after you finished it, you got in the car. The ride would take about six hours, so before hitting the road, you stopped at the supermarket to get some snacks and drinks for on the way. After three hours you had a pit-stop at the MacDonald’s to get some lunch. You ordered the food via the McDrive and ate it in the car on the parking lot. When the food was finished you hit the road again. You had switched places, meaning Natasha would finish the drive to the compound. Natasha was still sipping from her milkshake in one hand, her other hand on the wheel. You leaned against the door with you head on your arm. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin as you dozed off.

A bump in the road woke you up.

You shot up straight. When you realized there was no danger, you leaned back into you chair, resting you head against the headrest.

“Slept well, princess?” Nat teasingly said.

“Nat!” You stumped her shoulder with your elbow. She grinned, but kept her eyes on the road. A comfortable silence fell and you closed your eyes again, not intending to sleep again though.

“No, but for real. How have you been sleeping?” You knew what she meant. She wanted to know if you still had nightmares. They would still terrorize your nights sometimes. You would wake up sweating and shaking. Wide awake you would sit in the middle of your bed at midnight, tears running down your cheeks.

“Uhm, okay, I guess. Some nights better than others.” She turned her head to look at you, giving you a sweet smile. She laid her hand on your leg, her palm up. You put your hand in hers, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Now we’re talking about sleeping, a few rooms are under renovations, so the rooms are full. You can sleep in Wanda’s room. She has an extra bed on her room.”

“Is she okay with that?”

“I think so.”

“You didn’t ask her!?”

“No, but I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”

“Nat…”

“Just kidding, I told her she would have to share her room with you.”

“And…?”

“She was fine with it.”

*** With your suitcase in your hand, your bag over your shoulder and music in your ears, you enter Wanda’s room. On the right side of the room there’s a king-sized bed with two chairs and a coffee table on the left side of the bed, next to the window that covers the entire back side of the room, providing a view of the trees and water next to the compound. On the left side of the room there is a large wardrobe, a door to the bathroom and in the corner there’s a single bed, parallel to the window. Above the bed there’s a shelf with a plant, some books and a light string. The room wasn’t very decorated, there weren’t many personal items. One wall was painted in a grey tone with a hint of purple and there was a purple bedspread, covering the lower side of Wanda’s bed. On the nightstand was a photo of Wanda, standing next to a boy with white hair. You figured it must be her brother, Natasha had told you about the twins and the tragedy. Apart from the photo and some plants, there was nothing personal in the room.

You walked to the bed you’d be sleeping in and dropped your bags on the floor. You sat down on the bed and with your feet still on the ground you let your back rest on the bed, closing your eyes as you take the time to take in the feeling of home. To be honest you feel more home at the Avengers compound then at your own appartement. After a few minutes you got up from the bed and put on some upbeat music as you start to make the bed.

Singing along to the music cheerfully, you put the duvet in its cover. With both corners of the blanket in your hands you shake the cover over the duvet. With the music in both your ears you didn’t hear someone come in, so when you feel a hand on your shoulder, you are slightly startled. You quickly stop the music and take out your AirPods. You turn around to lay your eyes on a beautiful woman with coper locks flowing over her shoulders.

“You must be Y/n.”

Wanda knew who you were, your name would regularly come up in a conversation. She didn’t know much about you other than your name. You were kind of a mystery to her. She was new to the team and hadn’t personally met you yet. One thing is clear to her, though. No one bothered to mention how gorgeous you were. With a lump in her throat, she looked into your eyes, once you had turned around to face her. The woman that was standing in front of her seemed like a nice, cheerful person. She had a beautiful smile on her face, but there was something in her eyes that showed her happiness hadn’t always been a given. She took her in, her hair up in a high pony tail with curtain bangs accentuating her face, she was wearing an orange tank top, which showed off her tanned skin, on top of light flared jeans and elegant black ankle boots. Jeez, she was beautiful.

“Guilty as charge.” You responded. “It’s my pleasure meeting you…”

Witty too. You reminded her of her brother.

“Wanda.”

“Ah Wanda! Natasha told me so much about you. Nice to finally meet you. Oh, and Natasha said I could sleep here for the time being. Is that okay with you?”

Natasha talked about her? That was a good thing… right? To be honest Wanda was rather intimidated by Natasha. Even though she had been welcomed with open arms into the group, once, you know, she had switched sides, it had been quite hard for her to adjust to the group.

“Yeah, she told me. It’s fine”

“Cool”

“Do you need help with the bed?”

“Oh no, I’m done.”

She noticed the bed was nicely made and saw your weekend bag, half under your bed.

“You can use that dresser if you want, and if you want to hang any of your clothes, you can put them in my closet.”

“Oh thanks!”

“No problem.”

“I was about to start dinner, the rest should be back in an hour.”

“I’ll make sure I’ll be there on time, I wouldn’t want to miss whatever culinary art you intend to make.” You said teasingly.

“Great, I’ll see you in an hour then

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wandanatfluff · 3 years

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I write fanfics for Natasha, Wanda and Daisy (AoS) x fem reader. (Only fluff and angst for now😉)

Fluff 🌼 Angst 🌺

Natasha Romanoff

One shots

Keep you warm 🌼

Much appreciated 🌼

Series

- Seven words

Part I - Seven words 🌼

Part II - A dream come true 🌼

Wanda Maximoff

One shots

"I love you" 🌼

Series

- The Life That's Left To Live

Prologue - Please Don't Go 🌺

Part I - Take Me Home 🌼

Part II - Family 🌼

Daisy Johnson - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

One Shots

We never made it to happy ever after 🌺

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dnvrsmedia · 4 years

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Hi I have a request for you! Maria Hill x fem, avenger reader and reader gives Maria her jacket at the party in age of ultron. Maria then kisses the reader after the fight with ultron and admits feelings

No More Waiting

Maria Hill x fem! reader

request: above

warnings: pretty much straight fluff, but there is action/ violence in this (nothing gory!)

AN: MY FIRST MARIA FIC!!! i’m so happy that y’all came through with these requests! this was definitely fun to write so tysm!

Parties weren’t really your scene, but your long term crush, Maria basically begged you to come. You could never tell her no, so here you are now. You decided that today would be the day that you actually let your hair down (metaphorically and physically) and had fun for once. Being someone who works with the Avengers can get highly stressful, so this’ll be good for you.

You get ready about an hour before the party. The closer you get to being done, the more nervous you get. You hear a small ‘ping’ and look at your phone. A smile erupts on your face soon as you see the contact name. Maria must have known how nervous you were going to be. The text read.

maria <3:

just breathe, y/n. ik we’re gonna have a good time! i’ll see you soon <3

You let out a sigh and sent her a quick text saying thank you. You put on your black, floor length dress with a high slit on your right leg. You haven’t worn this dress in years, so you figured it’ll fit the occasion. You put on your jewelry and grab your purse. Before you leave, you take your pistol with you (out of precaution) and head to the area of the tower where the party was being held.

It was ten thirty when you arrived, so the party was already in session. You walked in and was quickly greeted by Tony.

“Y/n! you actually came what a pleasant surprise!” Tony pulls you into a hug. “You also look great! Maria is gonna have a stroke when she sees you.” He smirks as your face goes beat red.

“You know, I hate you sometimes.” You joke and move further into the party. You notice that Nat is at the bar making drinks and walk right towards her.

“Why are you making drinks? Is Tony going so broke that he can’t afford a bartender?” you quirk with a smirk on your lips. She looks up at you and lets out a small chuckle. Nat and you have been best friends for the longest time. She’s actually the one who introduced you to Maria. Nat walks around the bar and hands you a drink. You raise you eyebrow questioning what she made for you. She just rolls her eyes and tells you to drink it.

“You look great, Y/n. Has Maria seen you yet?” She smirks over her glass.

“Why is everyone asking me that!” Your face heats up once more.

“Asking you what?” A familiar voice calls out and wraps her arm around your waist. You look up at her and she gives you a toothy smile.

“Nothing don’t worry about it.” You murmur and take a sip of your drink. You have a feeling that you’re gonna need a lot more of these by the end of the night.

The party goes on for a few more hours until it’s just you, Maria, Helen, and the rest of the avengers. You and Maria were suck to each other the whole night. You’ve never seen her let go as much as she did tonight. She also gets a touchy once she has had a few drinks in her. Not that you’re complaining at all! You absolutely loved her hands on you at all times tonight.

Right now you’re cuddling into her side as her arm is around you. You never realized how cold it would get in the compound, so you didn’t bring a jacket. Every now and then you would shiver slightly. You didn’t want to get up and lose the contact with Maria, so you just took it.

“Hey,” you hear her softly try to get your attention. “You’re shivering y/n. Here, take this.” She lets go her arm around you for a second to shimmy of her coat and put it over you. Blushing seems to be a common theme for you during the night, because she has you buring hot from her sweet action. Before you could say anything, a horrible screeching sound booms through the room.

You all turn your head to see a robot standing in front of the elevator. Maria instinctively pushes her behind you and reaches for her gun. You do the same and slowly grab your purse. A battle breaks out after Ultron finished his speech. Maria quickly grabs you and takes cover behind the couch. Robots fly in from left and right. It’s starting to get hard to keep up with them. Some how in the midst of fighting, you get away from Maria. You get distracted trying to look for her when one robot blindsides you. You hit your head pretty hard as you get thrown to the ground. Right before the robot was going to shoot you, Steve’s shield flies in and cleanly decapitats it’s head. Soon after, the fight is finally over.

You groan as you try to sit up when Maria makes a b line straight towards you. Before you knew it, she cups your face in her hands and plants a kiss on your lips. This kiss was gentle yet with a hint of anxiousness and longing. The two of you separate and she immediately starts to freak out, trying to see if you’re hurt in any way. You then pull her by the nape of her neck, and kiss her to shut her up.

“I’m okay, Maria.” You mumble into the kiss. She pulls away and leans her forehead on yours.

“I’ve had feelings for you since the first time we met. I just saw you on the floor and I knew I couldn’t take the chance to wait any longer. Let me take you on a proper date. What do you say?” She looks into your eyes.

“Hmmm lemme think about it.” You joke as she rolls her eyes at you. “Of course, Maria. I’d love to.”

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dnvrsmedia · 4 years

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I’m not Letting You Get Away

Natasha x reader

Summary: Natasha and reader are fwb and the reader has feeling for her.

warnings : implied smut & angst with a happy ending!

An: FINALLY IM DONE WITH THIS FIC!!! I went through hell to try and finish this fic & it’s finally done. It would mean the world to me if you gave me feedback! as always request are open!

You fall backwards on the bed; panting because of the activities that you and Nat partook in. For a second you both lie there in utter bliss. The world around you doesn’t matter; it’s just the two of you...until she gets up to get her clothes on and leave you. You knew going into this type of relationship that Tasha just simply doesn’t do relationships. But here you are, in love with a girl who thinks she’s incapable of loving or being loved.

The two of you have been friends with benefits for a little over 2 months now. It started on a drunken night and here the two of you are now. You, pathetically looking at her as she puts her shoes on. “Stay.” You mutter out. You knew you’d regret this as soon as you saw her body stiffen. She continues putting on her other shoe as if she didn’t hear you. When she finishes, she gives you a peck on your forehead and heads to the door.

Before she can get very far, you grab her arm. “Please, Nat, why don’t you stay this once?” You smile gently.

“Y/n... you know I can’t.” she caresses you’re cheek. You move from her hand and sit up from the bed.

“You can’t or you don’t want to?” You feel tears building up in your eyes. Why do you always do this to yourself?

“It’s not that I don’t want to it’s just- it’s just if I stay, the team’ll think we’re dating.” She says defensively as she sits back on the bed, adjacent to you.

You look back down at your hands and shyly ask. “What’s so wrong with that?” You could feel your heart beating in your throat.

“Y/n...” Nat calls for you, but you refuse to look into her eyes.

“Tasha, what’s so wrong with us being together?” You look back up at her to try and find something, anything, in her face. All you get back is a blank stare.

“I-I don’t think we can keep doing this.” You blurt out. Your tears are fully streaming down your face now. She goes to wipe your tears, but you move away again.

“Y/n, please...” Nat says, her voice full with concern and hurt.

“I can’t force you to love me the way I love you. I’m sorry, Tasha, I knew this from the start.” You wipe your tears with your hand.

“You love me?” Nat looks back into your eyes. There was silence for a moment. It was just the two of you looking at eachother, but this time, you weren’t feeling bliss. This time, you were feeling pain and heartbreak. Nat quickly mutters a “Sorry” and leaves you alone in your room.

A few days pass, and you haven’t left your room since. Your phone has been blowing up ever since, but you can’t be bothered to answer anyone. You were planning to have no one come and visit you, but Stark threatened to override friday the other day. So, today you kindly asked friday to only give access to your best friend, Bucky. Within fifteen minutes of you doing so, Bucky was in your room with a bag from your favorite Chinese restaurant in the city.

“God, Y/n you look miserable.” Bucky points out. You groan and go in to give him a hug. You were wearing one of Nat’s hoodies she left a couple of nights ago and your favorite leggings. Your hair was in the messiest of buns, and your face and chest were red from the excessive crying you’ve been doing.

“Gee thanks you really know how to make a girl feel good.” You sarcastically say as you roll your eyes. Bucky ignores you as he sets everything up on the coffee table in front of your couch. The both get situated and start to dig in. You soon take the remote and put on Ratatouille.(It’s my comfort movie don’t judge)

After about a half an hour, Bucky noticed that you weren’t paying attention to the movie one bit. You were just looking blankly at the screen. He takes the remote and shuts the TV off. “Okay, I didn’t want to rush you, but what’s wrong Y/n?”

“What do you mean? I’m fine.” You try and smile, but the smile doesn’t reach your eyes. You don’t know who you’re trying to fool, your best friend is a super spy. After Bucky stared straight into your soul, you finally crack.

“I told her, Buck. I told her I loved her and she left.” You averted your gaze to your fingers like it was the most interesting thing on the planet. You hear Bucky shift on the couch to engulf you in a hug. You instantly start crying.

“You know, she’s not taking this very well either.” Bucky says as you calm down. You laugh haughty. “No i’m serious Y/n. She’s been in the training room for hours on end. She hasn’t been talking to anyone either. I think she just needed time to think. I really do think the two of you should talk it out.” Bucky rubs your back.

“The two of you were made for eachother. Don’t let her go.” And with that, Bucky was out of your room. You keep thinking of what he said for hours after he left.

The next day, you decide it’s finally time to leave your room. You take a quick shower, making sure to at least make yourself look decent. You hands were trembling as you put on your shoes. Your nerves were through the roof. God, you hope Bucky is right.

You take your phone from the charger and head downstairs to the main kitchen. Lucky for you, everyone was sat at the table for lunch. Everyone including Nat. Everyone greeted you as you took your share in the kitchen. As you were grabbing your things, you heard a small “hey” from a familiar voice behind you.

You turn around to see Nat herself. “Hi” you sheepishly reply.

“Can we-” she sighs “Can we go to our spot and eat lunch together? I wanna talk to you.” Nat asks and you nod your head. As soon as you finish collecting your food, she takes your hand and leads you to your spot on the roof.

“Are you okay? I haven’t seen you in a while.” She asks as the two of you eat your lunch together.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You see her cringe at your words. “How about you? Buck told me you were overworking yourself.” You ask as she scoffs.

“I wasn’t overworking myself...well, maybe a little, but i’m fine.” You giggle at her. She smiles back at you. She missed hearing you laugh. She missed you.

“I just want to say sorry for just storming out.” Nat looks away from your face. “I just don’t remember the last time someone loved me.” You put your hand in her lap.

“I’ll always love you no matter what, Tasha. I don’t even want you to feel like you need to love me back either. Trust me, I understand. You reply as she looks back into your eyes.

“That’s where you’re wrong, I do love you Y/n. I’m just scared.” Nat caresses your cheek.

“Scared of what?” You search her face for any sign of remorse.

“I’m scared that something will happen to you. My life isn’t particularly lucky you know.” She chuckles. You stare back at her face, taking in all of her beauty.

“You two were made for eachother. Don’t let her go.” The words of Bucky reply in your head. You know you can’t let the love of your life slip away.

“I’m not letting you get away.” You whisper as you lean in to kiss the love of your life.

The kiss lasts for an eternity, yet left you wanting more. No more being afraid, no more hiding. “I love you Natasha Romanoff.”

“I love you Y/f/n Y/l/n.”

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dnvrsmedia · 4 years

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Quarantined With the Avengers

Nat x reader, Avengers! x reader

summary: an insight into your hetic life while quarantined with earth mightiest heros.

AN: this was so fun to write!! lmk if you want more content like this. as always, requests are open! enjoy ♥️

To say that you’re slowing pushing your breaking point would be an understatement. You are currently quarantined with your girlfriend, Natasha, which isn’t all that bad. The real problem is that you’re quarantined with all of the Avengers.

It’s been weeks since the last time you lived your “normal” life and you can tell who is starting to get agitated. You just so happen to be doing school on top of living at the compound which is always a nightmare. You had to stop doing your Zoom classes in the debrief room since everyone found out where you were. You see they may be all big and bad, but they’re really just five year olds.

One day, you were giving a speech in your public speaking (how ironic) class when you noticed no one was paying attention to you. Even your teacher wasn’t paying attention. You quickly got confused until you looked behind you. There Tony, Thor, Steve, and Sam where making a fool out of themselves. Thor was pretend choking Tony and Sam was pretend punching Steve. You quickly put yourself on mute and yelled at them to leave you alone. Your teacher didn’t even have you finish since she and the class had a lot of questions about your dumbass friends.

The next time you got interrupted was a little more sweet. The night before you were complaining to your wonderful girlfriend, Natasha, about how stressful it’s been since all of your teachers decide it’s a great time to give you more homework than they ever did before. You were even more stressed since you still had a job since you work in intel.

So, the next day while you were in one of your zoom classes on the brink of falling asleep, Nat comes in the room with lunch and a coffee. You quietly thank her and she kisses the top of your head. It would have been sweet just there, but of course Nat had to go an extra step. Before you could tell her no, she unmutes your mic and tells your teacher to stop giving out so much homework to everyone in her black widow voice, kisses your forehead once more, and leaves the room. To say your professor looked traumatized would be an understatement.You apologized profusely about her. Not even a week later, you had a significant less amount of homework.

Everyone in the compound started to get antsy since they probably haven’t had a time to relax from saving the world in years. So, to pass the time, you and Wanda came up with fun activities to do with everyone. Every night for dinner, there would be a theme that everyone had to stick to. In retrospect this sounded like a good idea, but it soon turned to a disaster.

For Thor’s theme, he had to make a meal like he was on the television show, chopped. Thor and cooking don’t really mix, so when you give him limited items and a time limit shit hits the fan quickly.

“So Thor, your ingredients are... a bag of lays chips, sandwich bread, aaaaand lunch meat. You have an hour on the clock. Starting in 3...2...1... go!” Tony hosted the “cooking show”. He obviously got taken away with it.

You and Wanda decided that you weren’t going to give Thor a hard time to make dinner, so you pretty much laid it out for him to make the team a regular sandwich and some chips for dinner. It was all going well until you smelt burning.

You were cuddling up against Nat on the couch when you noticed the kitchen was smoking. You don’t really think much about it since you remember that you’re waiting on dinner. Then you remember that he’s only supposed to make a sandwich. You see a high flame and hear the smoke detector go off. Both you and Nat jump up and haul ass to the kitchen to see Thor freaking out. Somehow he managed to light the bag of Lays on fire.

“Thor what the fuck happened in here!?” Nat yelled as she put the flaming bag in the sink and turned on the water. You turned on the vents and opened up the windows to get the smoke and smell of burnt out of the air.

“I had to warm the potato’s they were cold!” Thor wailed. The rest of the team heard all of the yelling and came to see what’s going on. Obviously Tony, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Carol had a field day with this while you, Wanda, and Nat decided to scratch the idea and make dinner for the team like normal. Thor wasn’t allowed in the kitchen without supervision for a good 4 weeks after the incident.

To end the hetic headache inducing days you have at the compound, you get to spend personal time with Natasha. Out of all the negative things that come with quarantine, you can’t help but be greatful that it allowed you to spend more time with her. You’re greatful that it forced her to finally take the rest that she deserves although she might not feel like she does.

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dontcare77ghj · 5 years

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It’s OK

Natasha x Reader

Fem Reader

WARNING ENDGAME SPOILERS BELOW

She had meant to die. Clint had a family and when they won he couldn’t just not go back. He had something worth fighting for, but so did she.

She had lost people. She had lost a lot of people. Her family, friends and the only person she’d ever loved.

She’d loved you. You were the light at the end of the tunnel. You were what made her smile. Laugh. You had made her want to be a stronger person. And Thanos had ripped you away from her.

In amidst the battle of Wakanda, you had been separated. She’d lost sight of you as you’d run after Steve, When she’d finally caught up to you, it’d been just in time to see one of the warriors stab you in the stomach. She’d watched as shock crossed your face, and felt it when you hit to the ground.

While Steve killed the bastard who dared hurt you, she’d raced over to you and was fruitlessly trying to stop the bleeding.

“It’s not even that bad.” She’d murmured as her movements became more frantic. “It’s just a scratch.”

“No, it’s not.” You laughed with blood staining your lips. “I think it’s a bit more than a scratch.”

“You think a bullet to the shoulder is a scratch, Y/N. Don’t start thinking literally now.” Natasha begged, as your skin began lightening in shade.

“Nat, I don’t think I’m gonna make.”

“No that’s bullshit.” Natasha stated firmly. “This is not the end. This can’t be. Y/N I can’t- I can’t do this without you . Please.” She begged, sobbing for the first time in her life.

“It’s OK. You’re gonna be OK. Nat, it’s OK to let me go.”

“No don’t please.”

“I love you.” You whispered, voice still strong as your light faded from the earth.That was the first time in years Natasha let her emotions take control. She cried and screamed and sobbed brokenly as you stopped breathing.

Nothing had helped during the last five years without you. She’d felt every second. Felt more loss as half her family turned to ash. Felt hollow when they couldn’t bring them back. When she couldn’t bring you back.

Five years later here she was, falling from a cliff, in space. She had sacrificed herself for Clint to life. So he could go back and save everyone she couldn’t.

In the last few seconds of her life she could register Clint, calling out as she pushed off the cliff. She could feel the wind pushing against her form as she fell and for a split second she felt the ground as she hit. And then, nothing.

Natasha woke in her bed in the compound but something was off. Something was different. The room she had shared with you was clean. Had light, shining through the curtains and for the first time in five years it felt warm. It felt like home. It felt like you.

“That was really stupid.” Your voice cut though the silence and she jumped. You looked as vibrant and happy as you did all those years ago. You looked alive. “I mean really, going to an alien planet and dying? That’s not exactly your best idea.” You continued with the small smirk she loved.

Natasha smiled. She smiled so wide and brightly you worried she’d break her face. Before you could say anything she had launched herself into your arms.

“I missed you.” You murmured into her red-blonde hair.

“I missed you like hell.” Natasha countered into your neck.

“It’s OK. We’re together now. We’re safe. We’re OK.”

And you were right, for the first time in five years, Natasha was OK.

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