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Do not give me that look.
I don’t think I can do this anymore.
I’ve been waiting to get to know you from the moment I first saw you.
I don’t think that’s how that works.
Kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here.
Let’s make a deal shall we?
Stop acting like a child!
I know of your reputation all too well.
How long have you been standing there?
Stop it! You’re only making it worse!
Have you seen the rest of their family?
I just like proving you wrong.
I always sleep best when you’re next to me.
Am I scaring you?
Oh god, you’re just like your dad.
I let you win.
I can’t do this even though everyone says I can.
Looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while.
Scream all you want. No one can hear you.
Do you even know what subtle means?
Listen, I haven’t exactly been truthful with you.
Oh, you’re just grumpy.
No, we’re going to talk about this now.
I just came to say goodbye.
Why do you have a picture of me?
You don’t hate me.
Tell me what I can do to help.
You call this luck? No, this is all skill.
Well we have two options, both of which you’re not going to like.
I already tried talking to them! They won’t listen!
Please don’t tell me we’re lost.
Are you aware of how much money you spent?
Great, now the electricity is out.
Truth be told, I forgot they were even here.
I believe I can be of some help here.
Did you honestly think that was going to impress me?
This is all your fault by the way.
If you move from that spot, so help me, I will tie you down.
You don’t have a choice in this matter.
How many times have you viewed this?
Can you teach me how to do that?
Can you be honest with me for once?
Trust me, you don’t want to meet my family.
Why are you still awake?
You may technically be an adult, but you’re still my child.
They have amnesia?
Fine, you can drive.
Do you have any idea who you just pissed off?
That cute act is all just a lie.
I was not expecting that to work as well as it did.
Can you two save the kissing for later?
I am a really bad actor.
You’re right. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m just making it up as I go along.
Yeah well dying generally puts a damper on things.
It’s nothing but a bunch of old guys.
Ok, but have you tried the dessert yet?
The only thing I want is for you to come with me.
Ok, who gave out my number? I have 12 missed calls, 4 voicemails, and 75 unread texts!
No, listen, hear me out. All we need is some really good disguises.
Is it greedy of me to say I never want you to leave my arms?
That is not a good hiding spot.
Oh sweetheart, that was an act.
I believed you! I stood up for you! Defended you! And you lied!
I may have eaten seven of them already.
What are they doing here? I thought it was only going to be us.
Do you know what you’re like when you’re drunk?
My father may look like the scary one, but it’s my mother you need to be afraid of.
What’s the password? No, wrong one.
You see that death glare means she likes you.
Was this supposed to be a romantic gesture?
When you aren’t paying attention, they watch you.
Don’t you dare.
You’re putting an awful lot of trust in them.
It’s only just a little bit illegal.
It might be a little silly, but I still like to believe in fairy tales.
It could be worse. They could be dating. Wait? They are?!
What you just asked for is impossible.
If I had three wishes, I’d spend all of them to make you smile.
Imagine your otp cuddling together naked. Not touching each other sexually, just being comfortable in their own bodies around each other, completely.
- @otpprompts
Warnings ;
Mentions of sex, scars, mentions of self harm, swearing & it gets a little extra nsfw-y at the end
Word Count ;
1,520
Clothes were scattered around the room, the bed sheet was crumpled at the bottom on the mattress. Natasha was lay on her back, her red hair was splayed across the white pillow. You head was rested against Natasha’s collarbone, her chin occasionally resting against the top of your head as she moved. Your stomach was pressed against her hip, and your legs were spread out, so they were at either side of Natasha’s left leg.
Natasha’s left arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, and her right hand, was placed against the base of your skull, her fingers massaging into your skin, eliciting soft mewls from you. Your left arm was pinned underneath Natasha, your right hand was rested against her chest, as you tried to slow down your shallow breaths from the previous events of the evening.
You couldn’t help but feel loved and safe with your bare skin pressed against Natasha’s, and her strong arms wrapped around you. It was hard not to feel loved and protected by Natasha, but when you were alone, and naked, cuddled together nothing could convince you that Natasha didn’t love you.
As you lay there, in the warmth of her embrace, you started to drift your right hand against her skin. Because of the serum Natasha was injected with inside the red room, and the accelerated healing that gave, she didn’t typically scar from the injuries she obtained. Your fingers still found their way to the few scars littered across her body. You’re fingers rubbed against the bullet wound by Natashas right hip, it was the most prominent of her scars.
“Have you ever told Bucky about this, about the scar, and what happened in 2009?” You asked, your voice soft, and barely above a whisper, but now that your breathing had returned to its normal pace, there was nothing louder than your voice. Natasha just shook her head no, her right hand started running through your messy hair, undoing any knots she came across. “There’s no point, I know that the Winter Solider isn’t our Bucky,” She paused for a moment before continuing “the man who shot an engineer through me, isn’t the man who runs through Avengers tower with you and Sam pranking everyone.”
“I don’t hold any grudge towards Bucky” she informed you as her hand reached back up to your skull, her fingers massaging the base of your skull once again. “Besides he doesn’t remember it, there’s no point bringing up old ghosts.”
At that you moved your finger tips away from the bullet wound, across her body and down her left leg, towards the scar above her kneecap. The origins of which you were unclear about, but you knew it happened in her childhood. It could have been anything from ballet, tree climbing to her training in the red room.
Your fingers reached up once more to the last obvious scar on Natasha’s body, an arrow wound below her left collarbone, where Clint had shot her before she joined S.H.I.E.L.D.
Natasha tensed up as you rested your fingers against it, it was one of her biggest physical insecurities. It represented everything Natasha hated herself for, the red in her ledger, everything she did to Clint and S.H.I.E.L.D. You moved yourself slightly, and pressed your lips against the scar, leaving a long lingering kiss on her skin. The contact caused her to relax her muscles once again, but her left arm that was wrapped around you tightened, holding you closer to her.
Natasha also had two tattoos, one she loved and one she despised, they both branded her a part of something. The first tattoo, which you resisted the urge to bring your fingers up too, knowing that it was still an insecurity of hers, she got when she was seven. The small, now faded, red outline of a square located behind her right ear. The tattoo that branded her as one of the ten girls chosen to continue the black widow program. You knew she hated it, the constant reminder of what she was, who she was trained to be. She also hated that she was marked unwillingly, marked as a part of something she never wanted to be.
That is why her second tattoo was so important to her, it was her choice to be a part of it, and she chose to mark herself as belonging to it. You took her left hand in your own, flipping it over, so the tattoo on the inside of her wrist was exposed. You ran your thumb over the black Avengers logo. It marked her as everything she wanted to be, more than everything they made her, an avenger, a hero.
The one mark Natasha didn’t have on her body was a birthmark. When Sam and Bucky found out, they started the joke, that was still running to this day, that it meant Natasha wasn’t born. The theories to replace Natasha being born ranged from stupid to downright insane. You always said that it meant you were destined to be together because while Natasha had no birthmarks, you have two. Natasha likes your theory a lot more.
After you finished exploring Natasha’s body with your hand, you dropped her hand from your own, resting your right hand against her chest once more. As you lay still and peacefully in her arms, you could hear her soft breathing and feel her heart beat against your hand. You were surrounded by Natasha and you had never felt more at peace.
As you lay still in her arms, it was Natasha’s turn to explore your body. Her right hand dropped from the back of your head to your shoulder, before drifting down your body, her fingertips running over the stretch marks on your chest, your hips and thighs, “you’re beautiful” she whispered into the top of your head, “so are you.”
Natasha hand slipped towards your inner thigh, her fingers landed on the four perfectly placed scars. You had never exactly talked about them with Natasha, but you knew she knew, and that’s why she didn’t pry, or didn’t leave her fingers lingering there for too long, but she did press a kiss into the top of your head before moving her hand.
The last mark on your body that Natasha reached for was the small tattoo on the inside of your right wrist. She took your hand in her own, similar to how you did to hers not long ago, and turned your hand to expose the inside of your wrist and the tattoo.
A small black widow spider. Natasha had argued with you when you said you were getting it, because what if you broke up, or something happened. But you had wanted a reminder, no matter what happened, that Natasha had loved you and protected you. She had taught you so much, taught you not only to protect yourself, but to love yourself, and nothing could take that away. She was your hero.
Her right arm the found it’s way around your waist and she held you tighter, and you snuggled yourself as far as possible into her, until it was just the two of you, cuddling together, the world fading away.
Until Jarvis spoke up, “Miss Romanoff, Mr Stark is really insisting you come to his lab, now.” Both of you sighed at the AI’s comment, and you buried your face into Natasha in a futile attempt to make her stay with you. “Baby,” she said her voice soft but still tough, as she ran her fingers through your hair, you sighed and rolled onto your back.
Natasha rummaged around the floor looking for clean clothes belonging to her. You lay in the same position watching your beautiful naked girlfriend, admiring her beauty, and every inch of her body from afar. As Natasha pull on her t-shirt, you called out “Fuck, I love you” she turned around at that a soft smirk on her lips as she walked over to you. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she leaned over to place a lingering kiss on your lips. You wrapped you arms around Natasha’s neck as you deepened the kiss, and at that she moved one of her legs over you, straddling your waist. A few seconds later she pulled away, putting her hands on your shoulders, “Babe, I really have to go.” You let out a soft sigh but dropped your arms from around her neck as she placed a quick kiss on your forehead.
A pair of jeans later and Natasha was almost out of the door, “I love you” you called out to her, “I love you so much,” she replied her voice soft, before she slipped out the door.
Dropping your head back on the pillow you closed your eyes, trying to shut off the world again. “Jarvis play chasing cars,” you called out to the AI, who’s sass chip kicked in as he replied, “I am not Alexa.” Rolling your eyes at the invisible AI you retorted, “just play the damn song, before I actually buy an Alexa and replace you.”
(Nat’s red room tattoo inspired by/ taken from this (https://blandmarvelheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/97968682425/natasha-has-never-been-a-fan-of-tattoos-but-only) bland marvel headcanon)
(chasing cars came on when I was half way through writing this hence the title and the ending)
Your OTP comes home after a very long drive. Person A is wide awake, but Person B is extremely exhausted and falls asleep in a very uncomfortable spot. Person A wants to carry them to bed, but there's a problem: B is really tall and REALLY heavy, and A is very weak.
- @otpprompts
Warning ;
slight swearing (it’s not even swearing, unless you think damn is swearing)
Word Count ;
829
You pulled your black truck up besides the Stark Industries Hanger, in the usual spot you had to wait in when you were picking your girlfriend up from the airport.
You had a lot of complaints about the effect S.H.I.E.L.D., Stark and The Avengers had had on your relationship. But times like this when you could skip the chaos of airport parking and pick up, you were glad for Natasha’s connections.
You were leant against the hood of your car when the private plane pulled up outside the hanger. It took a few minutes for the steps to be positioned and the doors to open. However, as soon as your girlfriend appeared, you started running to close the small gap.
“Natasha!” You called out as you fell into the arms of your girlfriend, the woman you hadn’t seen for over a week. “Y/N!” She replied happily, hugging you tighter, the momentum from the both of you causing you both to sway slightly.
Natasha then held you at arms length, her eyes scanning you under the flood lights of the runway, making sure you were uninjured, as though you had been the one on a week long mission. It also gave you time to look over her, you immediately clocked the new, healing scar along her cheek, as well as the obvious tiredness setting in on her face.
Natasha had claimed on multiple occasions that she was capable of staying awake for more than 72 hours in a row, and while you were sure it was true you had never let her take any of the guys drunken bets to prove it. But right now it looked like she had been awake longer than the 72 hours, or at least close to them.
“Let’s get home, we both need a good nights rest.” You said your voice low and soft as you took her hand in your own. “I’m not even tired” the red head insisted, and you rolled you eyes as she said that, an action the spy missed, further proof that she was close to exhaustion.
Much to your surprise Natasha managed to stay awake the entire car ride back to your apartment, damn S.H.I.E.L.D. training.
You dropped your keys on the shelf by the door, while kicking off your boots, “I’m going to make us some tea” you informed the red head, knowing that trying to broach going to bed straight away would only be met with resistance. Natasha followed you into the kitchen, slumping into one of the wooden chairs at the table, as you flicked on the kettle and searched the cupboards for the camomile tea you knew was somewhere.
Once you had found it, you turned around to find Natasha, fast asleep sat at the table. You sighed and mumbled to yourself about her being stubborn. You abandoned the tea and instead decided it would be a good idea to try and move her to the bed without waking her.
You wrapped your arms around her chest, under her armpits, trying to provide yourself with the best chance of pulling her up. You were hit with the sudden realisation that Natasha was a highly trained assassin, with strength three times your own and the muscles that came with that, as you tried to lift her. Her weight, coupled with your lack of strength meant you were moving Natasha anywhere, at least not very fast anyway. You tried to lift her once more, putting you entire weight and strength against her body.
When you realised you were going to wake her up either way, you decided it would be kinder, and less painful for you wake her up calmly rather than accidentally dropping her on the hardwood floor.
Brushing a strand of red haired behind her ear you soft called out “Natasha, baby.” she groaned back in response. You sighed and tried again, “Nat, I need you to wake up so you can go to bed.” It took a minute but her eyes fluttered open, you looked into her hazy, sleep filled green eyes and stood up, holding out your hand for her.
“I’m sorry for waking you,” you spoke softly, unzipping her leather catsuit, peeling it down her shoulders, “I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t move you on my own.” You moved around her so you could undo her bra easily, “I figured waking you up now was better than letting you sleep in your outfit at the kitchen table.” You pulled the oversized tee emblazoned with the Stark Industries logo, over Natasha’s head, as she sleepily replied “it’s okay” before placing a lazy kiss against your lips.
It only took a few seconds for you to change and join your girlfriend in the warm bed, your arms wrapping around her, and hers followed, as her reflexes kicked in. You both mumbled your goodnights and i love yous, and you placed a lingering kiss on Natasha's lips before drifting into a deep sleep.
hey guys I mostly write wlw reader fics/one-shots for the mcu/aos women. but feel free to send me a request/prompt for anything and I will see what I can do.
