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natsaffection · 4 months

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hey, love 💕

i was thinking about the my sweet baby universe again(i love it so much 🥹) and could you write something like baby goes to nat's office for a surprise visit on their anniversary or something like that, but she's only wearing lingerie under her coat (or maybe just full naked, it's your call 🫣) and i feel like nats reaction would be vert enjoyable hehehe 🤭. anyways, i think you'd make a great fic, thanks honey ;)

Happy anniversary.

Sugar Mommy!Natasha x Sugar Baby!Reader

MINORS DNI 18+!

Warnings: Age gap! (N= 37 R= 21), thigh riding, Mommy kink, begging, fingering, slight overstimulation

Word count: 1,6 k

A/n: for the extra feeling, listen to Dead Man's Arms by Bishop Briggs when the smut starts, its heavenly. 🫂

In the soft glow of the morning light, you stirred from your sleep, stretching beneath the cozy blankets. Groggily, you opened your eyes to find Natasha's side of the bed empty. A hint of disappointment flickered, thinking Natasha might have forgotten the significance of the day.

But as you sat up, you noticed a delicate note lying on Natasha's bedside table. Curiosity was piqued and you eagerly unfolded the paper. In Natasha's elegant handwriting, the note read: "Happy anniversary, my love."

A hint of warmth spread through your chest and a bright smile graced your face. It was a simple but profound gesture, an acknowledgment that, while Natasha was still navigating the nuances of relationships, she had taken a moment to acknowledge and celebrate her love.

Joy simmered within you as you imagined Natasha at work, carrying the weight of her responsibilities and still finding a moment to express her affection. The anniversary had started on a sweet note, setting the tone for the surprises that awaited them and confirming the depth of their connection.

As you entered the living room, you were met with a breathtaking sight - every surface was decorated with an abundance of flowers, delicate roses and soft petals. The air was filled with the sweet scent of love and effort. You stood there in a daze and watched the romantic spectacle unfolding before them.

With careful steps, you continued into the kitchen, where another heartwarming surprise awaited you. The table was set with an enchanting breakfast spread - freshly baked pastries, assorted fruits and a pot of steaming coffee. A note with Natasha's distinctive handwriting caught your attention.

„Y/n, Every detail is a tribute to us. Enjoy the surprises and know that my heart belongs to you, today and always.”

Overcome with emotion, you turned around to see Maria, the maid, quietly taking care of her duties. “Did you do all that?” you asked incredulously.

Maria shook her head with a warm smile. “No, Ms. Romanoff was up all night making sure everything was perfect for your anniversary. She wanted today to be special for you.”

You felt a rush of gratitude and joy. The thoughtful gestures, the romantic atmosphere and the effort Natasha had made to create a magical morning touched you deeply. You enjoyed breakfast with a heart full of love, knowing that every bite was a taste of the affection with which Natasha had made your anniversary unforgettable.

Inspired by Natasha's romantic gestures in the morning, you felt a wave of excitement to return the love. As you thought about ideas for a surprise, a mischievous thought came to mind - one that would add a dash of spice to the day..

As the minutes passed, you carefully planned the surprise, carefully choosing a sexy ensemble that you knew would make Natasha's heart beat faster. The anticipation grew, and with every second that passed, You couldn't help but grin at the joy you were about to unleash.

In the beating heart of the city, you strolled the busy streets to find the perfect surprise for Natasha on her special day. The charming lingerie boutique beckoned and you entered, greeted by a selection of delicate lace and seductive fabrics.

The saleswoman with a strong sense of elegance guided you through the boutique's offerings. Soft whispers of satin, intricate lace patterns and the promise of seduction filled the air. Feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, you began selecting pieces that fit the celebration you had envisioned.

In the locker room, the atmosphere became more intimate. Soft lighting highlighted the details of the lingerie, and as you tried on different ensembles, the mirror reflected a journey of self-discovery. The delicate lace hugged your curves and each piece told a story of sensuality and sophistication.

As you admired the reflection, the anticipation of surprising Natasha grew. The salesperson, recognizing the significance of the occasion, offered words of encouragement and added expert advice on the art of seduction to the experience.

Once back home, the chosen ensemble adorned your figure, with each piece carefully chosen to create a captivating appeal. The underwear, a secret beneath her elegant coat, promised a moment of passion and connection with Natasha. Once you were satisfied with the sight, you threw a nice coat around yourself and made your way to her office.

When you arrived, Natash's assistant took you straight to her and as you entered her office with an innocent smile, you closed the door with a soft click. The soft click of the door drew Natasha's attention away from the stacks of paperwork.

“Y/n! what are you doing here?” You are trying to keep your composure, but feeling a tinge of nervousness, "I just wanted to add a little... spark to your day."

Natasha, astute as ever, noticed the subtle signs. Your slight trembling and a tell-tale blush adorning your cheeks. A knowing grin played on Natasha's lips. “Ah, you’re trying to surprise me, aren’t you?”

You, surprised by Natasha's perspicacity, stammered, "Well, I... I thought it would be a fun way to celebrate our anniversary..“

Natasha enjoyed you nervous state and leaned back in her chair, her eyes filled with playful mischief. “Come here, darling. Let’s see what delightful surprise you have in store.”

As you approached and slowly took off the coat, Natasha's eyes lit up with anticipation. The atmosphere in the room changed, filled with the promise of a celebration that combined the sweetness of their love with the spicy surprises of their desires.

Natasha's eyes widened, a hint of surprise, before a seductive grin appeared. “Well, this is a wonderful distraction,” she remarked, her gaze lingering on your enticing ensemble.

Playing the innocence card, you approached the desk and ran your fingers over Natasha's stressed-out paperwork. “Happy anniversary, Natasha,” you cooed, shy smiling giving away your secret intentions.

Natasha's stress was momentarily forgotten and she leaned back in her chair, fascinated by the sparkle in your eyes.

"I've been craving something more than just paperwork all day." You grinned and slid a hand down Natasha's thigh, your closeness becoming more intense. "How about a different kind of...stress relief?"

Your mind becomes clouded with a lustful haze that blinds your insecurities when you can utter the next word without an ounce of resistance. "How about I make you feel good this time?“

It wasn't until the words left your mouth that you realized what you had said and the shock hitting both of your faces at the same time. You regret it and consider pulling away completely, but before you can, a sneer appears on her lips again. "That's not how it works, Malysh." Her arm quickly wraps around your waist and moves you so that you're standing between her legs.

Without warning, she pushed your body against her thighs and a soft gasp escaped your mouth. “Be a good girl for me and let me do it.” She looks up at you and her arm moves around your waist again. Your clit begins to rub against her thigh, and Natasha's moved her legs just the same to show you how to move your hips.

Her hands grasp your waist, holding you tight and giving you stability. Not only the feeling of your pleasure as you rub against her thighs, but the way Natasha maintains control and dominance even when she's beneath you sends you completely into subspace.

Her other hand works on your breast, her fingers massaging the flesh with gentle pinches before she takes it into her mouth. You can't look away from her, and neither can Natasha, even though your cheeks are very flushed and inflamed. The eye contact you share as you ride her thighs while she sucks on your breasts will put you in a trance you won't be able to break.

But soon you have no choice but to close your eyes. It doesn't come from desire, but from need. Because your orgasm threatens to erupt within you on a scale that neither of you were prepared for.

Her mouth opens as her tongue licks your breasts, and it all begins before you reach your climax.

Her hips buck against yours and her moans echo through the silent room, loud enough for the staff to hear, but you don't care as the pleasure rings high in your ears. "Good girl."

You were still in a trance when Natasha picked you up and placed you on her table. She grabbed your legs and spread them in front of her, “Don’t make a sound, Y/n, or I’ll stop, do you understand me?”

You nodded eagerly, your skin tingling as Natasha slowly slid her tongue from your thigh down to your pussy. You arched into the touch, squeezing your eyes shut again as Natasha's thumb slowly swiped over your clit.

“Nnngh.” You try to stay silent, holding your palm over your mouth. Another of her fingers rubbed your clit and this time she pushed inside.

Shortly afterwards, Natasha picked up speed and thrust into you again and again. Her arm moves up to your head to hold you tighter, “I-It feels so good!” you whimper into your hand.

„Oh, I know..“ Natasha smiled and pressed her thumb lightly against your clit, rubbing eagerly, circles against the smooth, throbbing bud. You felt the pleasure building inside you again, an unimaginable heat and pressure deep in your stomach that was aching to be released.

The thumb on your clit stoked the heat into an inferno and you felt your control suddenly slip and your voice become high and desperate again. “Oh God, Mommy! Ah, it's too much! I’m going to – I’m going to–” you babbled, clinging tightly to Natasha’s free arm.

Natasha’s voice was soft, urging you to your climax again with gentle movements and touches, “It’s okay, let it out. Come for me.“ You gasp. “Oh, fuck!” The heat in your stomach exploded throughout your body and you climaxed a second and final time.

Natasha gently ran her fingers through your hair and cooed softly to you as your climax passed, leaving you shaking and exhausted. “Thank you for the perfect anniversary my love.”

#natasha x reader #natasha smut #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov x reader #dom!natasha x reader #nat x reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romonova #the avengers #natasha

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mvltisstuff · 1 year

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this is me trying - p.p

summary: after the events of endgame, peter and y/n romanoff deal with their own grief together. peter, losing his closest father figure, and y/n, losing her older sister. after dropping her title of an avenger, y/n tries to pull herself back to normal.

peter parker x romanoff reader

empty tin cans of beer were littered across y/n’s room as an attempt to dry the guilt in her flooding mind. the sounds of the city outside her new york apartment were concealed by the aggressive news reports on her tv.

“coming up next on NBC New York, new tributes and memorials of heroes Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers, Captain America, have been placed in times square. next segment reporter Chris Thompson will be talking with the creators and discussing the importance of these people for saving the world after the bl-“

the tv flashed and turned off, the remote shaking in y/ns hand as she stared at the photo of her beloved sister. she sighs and leans back against the couch and breathes in the cold air from her open window. as she’s busy trying not to get lost in her head, her door beeps and swings open, revealing a more put-together peter.

y/n had no idea how he did it. she tried understanding how he could act so normal after experiencing that. she knew the pain they were both going through, but he was a better actor than she was an actress.

he scans the living room of the apartment, inhaling the scent of beer and taking in the sounds of busy streets. he sighs and starts picking up the cans, throwing them out.

“sorry, don’t worry about those.” y/n’s raspy voice breaks the silence. “i didn’t know you were stopping by.”

“it’s ok.” he says quickly and reassuringly. “sorry i haven’t been by in a few days, i’ve been on patrol a lot. how are you hanging in?”

“wonderfully.” she says, sarcastically, pointing out the scattered mess. she wants to talk about something else, but with everything the pair has been through in such a short time they can’t seem to make time for any other conversations. “you?”

“i’m hanging in there. may’s a lot of help. you can come over anytime, you know that, right?” she keeps her eyes straight, not looking at peter. “honey, i want to help you.”

“peter, i’m going to be fine. they do say time heals all wounds.”

“yeah. how many drinks did you have today again?” he says, slightly more harsh. he brings his hands together, squeezing them as a way of comfort.

“please don’t start this now, really. i’m doing the best i can.”

“i know, and its more than enough. but we need to help each othe-“ she cuts him off.

“shes dead, peter. there’s no helping that. shes dead and i haven’t heard a word from yelena or melina. shes never coming back and im stuck picking up the pieces.” it’s almost like she wanted to say he didn’t understand, but that was wrong and she knew it. peter understood better than anyone.

“you don’t have to do it alone, y/n.” he lowers his voice, almost to a whisper. y/n shakes her head and rubs the back of her neck.

after her death, y/n was left to clean up the mess it left. yelena was m.i.a, there was no point in reaching out to anyone else. there was nothing left to do. nothing anyone can do will unheralded the broken. no one can subtract the guilt out of y/n brain.

guilt was practically eating her inside out. natasha died to bring her back. she died to save the world, and the world couldn’t even save her. if nothing had ever happened to y/n, maybe she could’ve stopped her from traveling back to vormir.

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when y/n was little, before being taken into the red room, she grew up believing a world without her sisters didn’t exist. reality hit like a brick when her ‘father’ willingly gave her up to be a part of an experiment. she realized the truth of the world, and that not everything is pretty colors and a happy family. she reunited with her sister, natasha, after destroying the red room and all of the components, saving the women’s lives inside. natasha is nothing but a hero in her eyes, and never will be anything else. now, to her, natasha was a hero, and never got her chance to be anything else.

the drinking got worse before it got better, and the discovery of new feelings about her situation came to the surface. it seemed that peter losing his strong male figure in his life and y/n losing her best friend brought them together in a way their young, naive minds could’ve never imagined.

natasha claimed to always fight for y/n through life and death. when one wasn’t there, they were killing and rushing for the other.

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one year later.

y/n sat up in her bed, rubbing at her eyes. she shoots peter a message, checking the rest of her notifications.

a clatter is heard from the other room, chairs squeaking against the floor. it couldn’t have been peter, as he would’ve let her know before coming by. in her oversized sweatpants and tank top, y/n gripped onto the knife in her bedside table. she walks carefully, like the weight of a feather on the floor. she creeps out of the hallway, crossing paths with a figure in her main room.

her knife makes a quick move, which the blonde figure dodges and grabs her wrist. she pulls it up as the two make eye contact.

“Привет, my sister.” yelena belova, says clearly with her thick accent reminding y/n.

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a/n: this isn’t my proudest piece tbh but its pretty short. i wanted to get into peters situation and grief a little more but i was kinda struggling with connecting it to the movies, so i decided to cut it short. also sorry if the timing at the end is off i cannot understand it. also sorry if that russian was wrong at the end too LMFAO 🫶

#peter parker #peter parker oneshot #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #endgame #spider man #spider man no way home #spider man far from home #spider man homecoming #tony stark #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff #marvel imagine #peter parker imagine #mcu fic #mcu #marvel #the avengers #avengers endgame

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gabrielarchangelhose · 7 months

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A tribute to Tony Stark, who on this day, saved the world.

A tribute to the person who taught me to never give up, and that it's okay to make mistakes. I thank him, Stan Lee who created him, the Russo's for enforcing him, and the fandom for keeping him alive from his creation and to forever.

A tribute to Natasha Romanoff, who on this day, saved the world.

A tribute to the person who taught me of the possibility of redemption; who dedicated herself to whom she loved, until her final breath. I thank the Russo's for giving us girls someone to look up to.

#tony stark #iron man #avengers endgame #natasha romanoff #black widow

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thewidowsghost · 2 years

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Tribute To A Father (Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader)

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Hey! This was just a random thought I had after hearing this song. I

The cords ring out from the piano and (Y/n) drops her hands. Tears stream down the woman’s face, landing on the keys of the piano.

“Mommy!” a five year-old runs into the room, but her expression falls at the sadness on her mother’s face. “What’s wrong?” Natalie asks, running over to hug her mother tightly, brushing away a few tears with her tiny hands.

“Nothin’, baby,” (Y/n)’s arms tighten around her daughter’s tiny frame. “How ‘bout we go get you a snack, huh?”

“Hi, honey,” Natasha greets her wife as (Y/n) and their daughter make their way through the kitchen.

“Hi,” (Y/n) replies, setting her daughter down, and accepting a kiss from her wife.

“Eww!!” Natalie complains, covering her eyes, though she giggles when Natasha pokes her in the belly. “Cheerios!” Natalie says, seeing the box (Y/n) pulled from a cabinet.

“I heard your song,” Natasha murmurs, her fingers running down (Y/n)’s back when the couple settles on the couch.

(Y/n) turns in her wife’s hold, her head resting on Natasha’s chest. “I miss him,” (Y/n) says, tearing up again.

“I know,” Natasha murmurs.

(Y/n) had been left alone without her wife and daughter for five years, and Tony, her father, and performed the Snap to save the world from Thanos. April 26, 2023 had changed (Y/n)’s life - her father had died to help bring back his daughter-in-law and grand-daughter.

Today is May 29, a little over a month since the Avenger / Father / Grandfather had passed away. Today, was Tony’s birthday, and he wasn’t here to celebrate it.

. . .

“This is a tribute to my father,” (Y/n) says into the microphone. The audience falls silent, knowing exactly who the woman’s father was. “Tony Stark was my father. My hero. And I miss him so much, so this . . .” (Y/n) sits down behind the piano, slotting the microphone in its place, “is for him.” (Y/n) looks forward into one of the wings, finding her family - her mother Pepper, her sister Morgan, Natasha, and Natalie.

(Y/n)’s fingers brush the keys of the piano.

“Sunday mornin’s were your favorite I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road You did your hair like you were famous Even if it’s only to brunch we would go”

“Now Sunday mornings, I just sleep in It's like I've buried my hunger with you I'm screaming at a God, I know I don’t believe in 'Cause I don't know what else I can do”

“And I’m still holdin’ on to everythin’ that’s dead and gone I don’t wanna say goodbye cause this one means forever Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers Oh, it hurts so hard for a million different reasons You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces”

“Digging through your old birthday letters A crumpled twenty still in the box I don't think that I could ever find a way to spend it Even if it's the last twenty that I've got”

“Oh, I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers Oh, it hurts so hard for a million different reasons You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces”

“I'm still holding (On), holding (On), holding on I'm still holding (On), holding (On), holding on I'm still holding (On), holding (On), I'm still holding on I'm still . . . ooh, still holding on”

“I'm still holding on to everything that's dead and gone I don't wanna say goodbye 'cause this one means forever Now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

Oh, it hurts so hard for a million different reasons You took the best of my heart and left the rest in pieces”

Once again, the final cord rings from the piano.

The audience is silent for a moment, before they erupt into applause, and, for the first time, (Y/n) isn’t depressingly sad about her father’s death.

. . .

“Hey,” Natasha nudges her wife awake from her nap on the couch.

(Y/n) yawns widely, sitting up sleepily.

“Look at this,” Natasha sits down next to (Y/n) and shoves her phone into her wife’s hands.

(Y/n)’s eyes widen and she scrolls through video after video of tributes to her father with her song.

Natasha’s gaze gleams with pride, and she presses a kiss to (Y/n)’s temple.

Word Count: 834 words

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #tony stark x daughter reader

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catws-anniversary · 29 days

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Thanks to all the creators for Day 7!

THEME: HYDRA

One last thing by @polyavenger [fanfic, e, hydra trash party, rumlow/rollins]

Hydra by @ace-bucket [fanart, steve rogers]

Hydra by @letskzuniversescreations [gifset, brock rumlow]

scream for daddy by @gyokujyn [remix, bucky/pierce]

Archives of HYDRA by @metalbvcky [gifset]

what kind of monster leaves the milk out on the counter? by @gyokujyn [remix, alexander pierce, winter soldier]

Personal Protector by @buckys-wintersoldier [fanfic, t, bucky/reader, reader insert]

Prompt: Project Insight

Inseparable on schoolyard and battlefield (Day 7) by @voylitscope [fanfic, bucky barnes, winter soldier]

tony only watched vanilla het porn pass it on by @gyokujyn [remix, hydra]

beatings shall continue until morale improves by @gyokujyn [remix, hydra]

Prompt: STRIKE

Thoughts by @nekoannie-chan [fanfic, t, brock rumlow]

For Reasons Wretched and Divine (Ch.7) by @mandyyvibes [hydra trash party, bucky barnes, brock rumlow, jack rollins]

besides what grave could hold you? by @gyokujyn [remix, steve/rumlow]

Prompt: Favorite Fight

oh it's supposed to be enemies TO lovers by @gyokujyn [remix, steve/bucky]

you don't have to be the fastest runner you just have to be faster than Project Insight by @gyokujyn [remix, sam wilson, brock rumlow]

agent 13, shield special service by @howliesbarnes [fanfic, t, sharon carter, steve rogers, natasha romanoff]

how many gunshot wounds is an orgasm? by @gyokujyn [remix, steve/bucky]

and in such creative ways by @gyokujyn [remix, bucky barnes]

Prompt: "Order comes through chaos"

"order only comes through pain" by @stuckyfingers [fanart, winter soldier, alexander pierce]

Other works

We're On Each Other's Team by @mythicalmxyhem [fanfic, t, maria/natasha, steve/bucky]

Just As Long As You Stand By Me by @mythicalmxyhem [fanfic, t, sam wilson, steve rogers, sam/riley]

captain america: the winter soldier (10th anniversary tribute) by @vivelarevolution13 [video]

#catws10 #ca:tws anniversary #fandom events #hydra #hydra trash party #participant reblog #catws10 masterlist #april 1 prompts

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Can’t Help Falling In Love Chapter 9: Mazal Tov

Synopsis: 1,839 days after they first met, Y/N and Wanda finally say “I do”

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Y/N, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Laura Barton

Warnings: E M O T I O N S

Word Count: 2K

“How ya feeling kid?” Tony asked as he slapped Y/N on the back.

“What?” Tony had just snapped him out of a daydream. “Yeah I’m good.”

“Gotcha,” Tony smirked, shaking his head. “Just relax there Popeye, your wedding day is supposed to be a happy one.”

Tony and Y/N had made their way to the barn. Clint and Laura had offered their place up as a wedding location and had enlisted the other Avengers to help clean it up. Laura was a taskmaster, or so Tony said, but the place looked incredible. Benches were placed to create an aisle that ran the length of the small barn. Paper lanterns hung from the rafters and fairy lights were tacked up around the wooden frame. At the end of the aisle stood a canopy, or chuppah. While neither Y/N or Wanda were particularly religious, Wanda had insisted on incorporating some traditional Jewish elements into the ceremony as a tribute to her heritage. So it was decided they would be married under a chuppah and Y/N would break the glass at the end of the ceremony. Afterwards the benches would be pushed aside to make room for circular tables dressed in white tablecloths.

Tony and Y/N were waiting in Clint’s workshop. Wanda, Natasha, and Pietro were waiting in the Barton house. Guests had already started trickling in. The list wasn’t long. It was mostly members of the Avengers and their families along with familiar faces like Nick Fury and Maria Hill. Neither one of them had families to invite and Y/N had long lost contact with his Naval compatriots. But small was okay for them.

Y/N was anxiously pacing around the small room. He couldn’t kick the butterflies.

Breathe, Hemingway. Just relax, he heard Wanda remind him.

Thanks, Wanda, he thought, a slight smile spreading across his lips.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted him. It was Laura. “Are you guys ready to go?” she asked. She opened the door and poked her head in.

“Ready to go if you are.” Tony snapped off a sharp salute.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Laura turned to look at him.

“Yeah, let’s do this.” He exhaled loudly and clapped his hands, rubbing them together.

“Great!” exclaimed Laura. “I’ll go let the others know and make sure everyone gets seated.”

“Great. Thanks, Laura,” Y/N said. His hands were sweaty and clammy, much like the way they were the day he proposed to Wanda. He wiped them on the front of his pants before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You all ready?” Tony asked.

“I think so.” He turned around to face the older man.

“I just want to say it’s an honor to do this today. And I wish both you and Maximoff the best.” He stuck his hand out to Y/N.

Y/N looked at his hand and then back up at Tony. It was an uncharacteristically kind and genuine gesture on Tony’s part.

“Thanks, Tony. I really appreciate it.” He grasped Tony’s hand and shook it firmly.

Tony leaned in close and whispered in Y/N’s ear. “Last chance for that booze.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Y/N laughed.

“Good because I don’t have much left,” Tony replied.

There was another knock on the door that interrupted their conversation.

“We are all set!” Laura said excitedly.

“Righty-o, let’s get this show on the road!” Tony clapped Y/N on the back before he headed out the door, picking up the blue folder that held his sermon as he did so.

Y/N sighed, tugged on his bowtie, and calmly marched to the door. Laura placed a hand on his shoulder as he walked by. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. The comforting gesture told Y/N all he needed to know: relax, breathe, it’s going to be fine. He smiled as he walked out of the small workshop. He turned right and saw a room of smiling faces. He locked eyes with Steve, who nodded at him. Y/N nodded back. He looked over at Tony, who was standing under the chuppah. As he started to make his way to the blue and white canopy he noticed that with each step his nervous energy transformed into excitement. This was actually happening. It was actually happening. He was mere moments away from actually being married. As he took his spot next to Tony, who shot him a wink, a pregnant pause fell over the room.

After what was most likely a few seconds but felt like an hour, the music began to play, the guests stood and turned, and Wanda and Pietro appeared in the doorway. Any sense of nervousness completely dissipated as soon as Y/N saw Wanda walking down the aisle. She was stunning, an absolute vision in white. Her arm was linked with Pietro’s while she held a bouquet of sunflowers with her free hand.

Like the moment he first saw Wanda in her dress, Y/N felt himself overcome with emotion. He looked up at the ceiling, blinking hard to break up the tears forming in his eyes. Crying in front of Wanda was one thing. Crying in front of everyone else? That was completely different. He exhaled loudly hoping that it would dislodge the lump forming in his throat.

If you start crying, I’ll start and then there’s no way we’ll make it through this, he heard Wanda think.

Y/N smiled as he locked eyes with her. Now that’d be a sight, wouldn’t it? He saw the corners of her lips curl upward in a faint smile.

When Wanda and Pietro reached Tony and Y/N at the chuppah, Pietro embraced Wanda in a tame bear hug. He whispered something in her ear before he placed a kiss on her cheek. Y/N couldn’t hear what he said but the brief smile the twins shared before Pietro left to sit down told him everything he needed to know. Natasha had made her way up to the chuppah while the attention was on Wanda and Pietro. She took the bouquet from Wanda as Wanda reached out to grab Y/N’s hands. And there they stood, hand-in-hand under the chuppah for all the world to see.

Tony cleared his throat and opened his folder. “Please be seated,” he read. “Friends, family, and loved ones, we come together today in sight of you as witnesses to join Y/N and Wanda in marriage. We gather around them now in this wonderful place, and we look on with love and hope as these two begin their new life together as one.”

Tony continued on with his speech but Y/N and Wanda didn’t hear too much of it.

My hands are sweaty, aren’t they? he thought as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Just a little, she responded. But I don’t mind.

I have no idea what he’s saying right now.

I don’t think he does either.

I mean he downloaded the whole thing off the internet just the other night…

Seriously?

Yeah.

We should’ve had Thor…

The two shared a giggle between themselves as Tony continued on.

“Y/N,” Tony’s voice snapped both of them back to reality. “Do you take Wanda to be your wife? To love and to cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for the rest of your days?”

He looked at Tony as he spoke, not letting go of Wanda’s hands. As Tony finished speaking he looked back at Wanda and smiled.

“I do.”

“And Wanda, do you take Y/N to be your husband? To love and to cherish, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for the rest of your days?”

Wanda smiled as she looked at Y/N and squeezed his hands.

“I do.”

“Great!” That drew a laugh from the crowd. “Now the rings…hold on, I’ve got them.” Tony started feeling around his pockets for the rings. Y/N shot his eyes back and forth from Wanda to Tony, praying that he did indeed have the rings. “Ah, gotcha,” he exclaimed as he pulled the rings out of his back pocket. Y/N felt Wanda’s unusually tight grip loosen.

“Y/N, please repeat after me,” Tony said as he handed him Wanda’s ring. “Wanda, I promise to love you and commit to you my whole life.”

“Wanda, I promise to love you and commit to you my whole life.” He carefully slid the band onto her finger.

“I promise to be there for you when you need me, to be honest with you, to be faithful to you and you alone.”

And to walk through the valleys of life together, just as we will stand atop mountains together, too.”

“Wanda,” Tony said as he handed her Y/N’s ring. “Please repeat after me.”

Y/N could almost hear what she was saying. He watched as she slid the golden band onto his finger. The cool metal felt strange on his finger. He never wore rings. But he immediately liked the way it sat on his finger.

And to walk through the valleys of life together, just as we will stand atop mountains together, too.” Y/N looked up just as Wanda was finishing her vows.

“Romanoff, you got the glass?” Tony asked as he looked over at Natasha sitting in the front row. She got up from her seat, bringing a tinfoil-wrapped wine glass with her. She reached out to hand it to Tony. “Thank you,” he said as he grabbed it from her. He knelt down to place it on the ground between the couple. “Now as I understand it’s customary in the Jewish tradition for the groom to break a glass at the end of the ceremony and for us to say ‘Mazal Tov’ to wish them good luck. So Y/N whenever you’re ready…”

Y/N shot Wanda a smirk as he raised his leg and stomped on the glass with the heel of his shoe. As the glass shattered, shouts of ‘Mazal Tov’ and cheers came from the joyous onlookers. Wanda was laughing and absolutely glowing. Tony had thrown his folder over his shoulder.

“By the power vested in me by the state of New York, Stark Industries, and the internet, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!”

Y/N grabbed Wanda’s face and leaned in to kiss her. He felt her smile against his lips as they pressed together. As they broke apart he looked down at her. She was beaming. So was he.

“Ladies and gents, it brings me so much joy to present to you for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Y/N L/N!” Tony mimicked an old school radio announcer as he introduced the newly-weds for the first time.

Wanda linked her arm in Y/N’s as Natasha ran up to give her her bouquet. As the two recessed down the aisle shouts of ‘Congratulations!’ and ‘Mazal Tov!’ erupted from the Avengers. Steve clapped Y/N on the back as they walked by. Someone else threw rice. The couple laughed as they brushed rice off themselves. As they exited the barn, Y/N still brushing rice out of his hair, they turned to go behind the side of the barn.

“Wow. Okay, that just happened,” Y/N laughed. He felt like he’d just run a marathon.

“Yeah it did,” Wanda replied slightly out of breath. They leaned against the barn in silence, both of them processing the enormity of what had just happened.

“So what now?” Y/N asked his wife.

“I think someone will come get us? Once they’re done setting the tables up. But I don’t know…I don’t think Laura ever told me,” she told her husband.

“I’ll go find her and ask.” He pushed himself away from the side of the barn, but tendrils of red magic pushed him back.

“Stay,” Wanda pleaded. “Please. Stay with me right now. I don’t want to lose this feeling.”

He reached out and grabbed her hand. They leaned against the barn in silence, fingers entwined, wedding bands lightly touching, as they enjoyed the first of many moments together as husband and wife.

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delulu-with-wandanat · 6 months

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Fics recs: 1-THE ROMANOFF CHRONICLES, an astounching groundbreaking, never seen before (literally) masterpiece, 100/10. It's mainly set in those 5years post snap, it explains the development that each character presented in endgame in a way the Russos wish they did, it represents the friendship between the avengers in a way marvel never allowed them be, it respects Natasha ( skill set, humanity, personality, affiliations,..) it's nat centric, it's only flaw: it's not complete but don't worry it has 60 medium to long chaps.

2-ON THE COVER - RED WHITE AND BLACK | New York Magazine | Dec. 30th, 2024, this is the most beautifully written farewell, tribute to Natasha Romanoff I have ever seen, it's written in a format that I think has never been used in fanfics, it's a soul touching poetic masterpiece

3- Ohio years, an exquisite bittersweet mini series of 1 shots that's written in a captivating style that keeps your attention, it showcases how the Russian murder family but mainly nat & Melina come to love & connect to each other.

4-FIREFLIES, it's written in such a bittersweet melancholic reminiscing way, it's just so beautiful. It's an 18 1 shots about nat encountering fireflies & being reminded of Ohio years &then others being reminded of nat by seeing them.

5- DISTURBING THE PEACE, an excellent 100/10 tear-jerker masterpiece, it's a very long 1 shot about what if post apocalyptic lonely nat , it also showcases her friendship with og avengers & nick.

6- I USED TO HAVE NOTHING, - WIDOW SISTERS AND MANY MARVELOUS MARVEL WOMEN - WE ARE MEANT FOR MORE THAN THIS, it's cute well written comfort, fluff, a bit angsty 3 different series of mainly 1 shots by 3 different authors about yelena and Natasha. They're my all time favorite comfort read.

7- I LOVE YOU, GOODBYE, it's a very very long 1 shot of AU of endgame in which Wanda survives & wandanat happens that hit me so hard I needed hours to process it & get out of it, my only quell with it is that it reset nat & Wanda's relationship with each other at postAOU where they would definitely be distant to each other.

8- IT'S FUN TO LOSE AND TO PRETEND, an absolute tear-jerker, a masterpiece, a beauty, a greatness, it's a 5 parts multichaps which takes place just after Westview, before Hawkeye where nat is given another chance ending up at Wanda's door, Wanda is given the healing marvel denied her with nat, Sam &bucky not being limited by the shackles of the screen & actually interacting with the events of their universe,Clint and yel meeting with their beloved. The ending was a bit unsatisfying to me but nonetheless as martin says this is CINEMA.

9- HOW NATASHA ROMANOFF MARRIED WANDA MAXIMOFF, it's a medium paced 38 chaps retelling of "how Nancy Jackson married Kate Wilson" but with wandanat with huge changes. It's sweet & adorable, the beginning was a bit rocky to me, there parts I would wince where I didn't like it but otherwise an absolute entertainment, I wanna kiss the head of it's author irl for giving me this absolute comfort for FREE. God or whatever higher power bless this person.

10-OUR LITTLE GROUP HAS ALWAYS BEEN (AND ALWAYS WILL UNTIL THE END), it's 9 part series of mini chaps, it's very creative concept,a wild imagination, it's the biggest au to ever au as its author puts it. To me it's the truest form of fanfic, the author took majority of the plot of MCU & toyed with it &come up with their world which has everything cute adorable wandanat, yelenat, the maximoffs, yel and Pietro, loving Russian spy parents, coulson's Lola, overall it's cuteness overload. God bless this author too.

If you ever decide to read them pls leave them a comment & let me know how you feel about them, also do you have more nat centric fanfics or just good fanfics about nat and anybody else.

oh my FUCKING GODDD THANK U ANON!!!

im def gonna read all ur recs! So far i had this one fanfic i rlly like but i forgot the title. I’ll let u know when i rememberr

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thatnerdybookgirliscool · 19 days

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Fic Masterlist:

Here’s my Masterlist for Fanfic!

Fic list:

Key:

🔒-Complete 🔐-Hiatus 🔏-Wip 🔓-Abandoned 🖇️-Crossover ✍️-Rewrite in Progress 🖤- Black Widow of Hogwarts series

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter and the Pureblood Society - 🔏

Harry Potter and The Headmasters Disguise - 🔓 ✍️

Natasha Romanoff and The Sorcerers Stone - 🔒 🖇️ 🖤

Harry Pott|er goes to Hogwarts - 🔐🖇️

Natasha Romanoff and The Chamber of Secrets-🔏 🖇️ 🖤

Eyes- 🔐

Marvel:

Natasha Romanoff and The Sorcerers Stone - 🔒 🖇️ 🖤

Natasha Romanoff and The Chamber of Secrets-🔏 🖇️ 🖤

Tribute- 🔏🖇️

Maze Runner:

I’m here for you, always will be- 🔒

The worlds burned but so are we- 🔒

There is Happiness Between the Blood and Bruised - 🔏 Thomesa week 2024 - 🔒

Hunger games:

Tribute- 🔏🖇️

There are a few more but they’re one shots (from one very small fandom) or completely abandoned after one chapter/lost the access to.

#the maze runner #fanfic #harry potter #marvel #ao3 stuff #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 #ao3 author #ao3 link

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cebothelover · 2 years

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Tony Stark wasn't the only one to die in Avengers: Endgame. Natasha Romanoff also died. And nobody cares. It's ridiculous and frustrating that the Hulk, Bruce Banner, the man who loved Natasha Romanoff once, doesn't really care.

Where is the constant tribute to Black Widow like how they do for Tony Stark in every MCU movie?

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batmandarkknightuniverse · 8 months

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The Avengers(2012 Film):Andres Pop Culture Movie Tribute

#youtube #the avengers #the avengers 2012 #the avengers 2012 film #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #iron man #captain america #thor #hulk #natasha romanoff #andres pop culture movie tribute

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Hello,

I’d love to share some lovely conversations my brother and I have had to no one in particular, more or less to the void and if one person finds it humorous then I’ve accomplished something.

*Dark humor-Unaliving, Abusive Parentals*

*Also, included some with my mother because she’s just wow… 😂*

Truly, don’t read below the belt if you’re sensitive—protect your heart, we just coping, and lightweight trauma dumping but like in a funny way and in a way that allows you to just skip right on by because nonconsensual trauma dumping is messy as fuck. 🤪

——

Pier 39 — SF

“I like your shirt.”

(Natasha Romanoff shirt, duh 🤪)

“Thank you..”

…

“That’s how you find the women loving women…”-Me whispering to my brother.

“Which was shocking to me because she’s in an American flag shirt.”-Zach

“You can be gay and stupid, we don’t discriminate.”-Me

—

At the State fair

“Come on Zach, do the hang on challenge.” (Aunt)

“I’ll do the hang on challenge if it’s with a rope.”

—

*Playing Pokémon Go* (3)

*Solrock flees*

Me: "That bitch fled… I'm tryna play

Pokémon, not be reminded of my dad"

Katy: "Was it a Hitmonchan?"

(Zach’s dad was a POS, as were all of Eva’s partners 👊🏻👀)

“You sound like a rabbit eating a carrot.”-Rachel(eldest sister)

“You sound like a bitch!”-Me

“I can live with that.”-R

“You already live with that. With many…”-Z

“What?”-Me

“I’m not going to elaborate”-Z

…

“Not you! Not you!”-Z in a panic

“Why are we cheering in the bathroom?”-Me

“I don’t think that’s cheering…😳”-Z

—

*Seeing Smile*

“No, because if it was me I’d kill myself in front of my boyfriend. Don’t believe me? Well you will now”—Me

“Not you imagining yourself having a boyfriend”-Alex(bestie)

—

At the SF zoo

*Family friendly train ride rolls by, random kids wave to us/we wave back*

“Should I pull a Josh?” I ask my brother, who snickers while we evade our aunt’s glare.

(Our brother Josh unalived by train, my boy kinda lost his head (but literally 🥁) in 2016, enjoy this tribute tattoo 😂)

*5 minutes later*

“You know, I was talking to mom about Josh, and I was wondering if anyone was listening to music when it happened.”

*Stares knowingly*

“I bet it was a head banger”

—

“Not many people train to commit suicide, but…”-Zach

—————

Mom—😳😂

She’s a menace—I don’t wish to post this and offend anyone who lives with bipolar, but this is just my personal experience with a mother who chooses to remain unmedicated.

I’d also like to say I’m not perfect, there are times when I could be more patient, or cautious with my words, but it’s also really hard to get through to a woman who never sees what she’s done wrong throughout your lifetime. And I’m 26 years worth of exhausted, so cut me a break, it’s hard work being the black sheep of both sides of the family 😂

Promise I’m only showing what I deemed funny after the hurt was over, I’m a-okay my dudes 😂

—

*random ramblings*

“I’m nice until you fuck with me.”-M

“I’m never nice.”-Me

—

All in a days work 😂😂

Now why she send me this song?? 😂😂😂

#not for the faint of heart

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