Hiiii !! I want to ask f reader x Natasha and reader is like 6ft (we all know Natasha is smool) and like they are dating and one day they have I fight and Natasha says I’m gonna strangle you and reader is like « yeah ! How are you gonna do that you can’t reach my neck » (idk if that was understandable or not but yeaah ) for the rest you can do whatever you want 🙃
Here we go!!! I’m gonna try my best!!!! Thank you so much for the request! I always appreciate them!
Laundry
Pairing: Natasha x tall!Reader
Warnings: fluff, argument so a little angst, cursing, Bucky is bad at laundry
Summary: Nat’s favorite shirt that’s dry clean only, gets thrown in the washer
You and Nat had been dating for over 2 years, you’d met through the team, you both being Avengers, and you were both instantly drawn to one another. She was the complete opposite of you. You were unorganized, 6ft, and calm, while she was short, fiery and very organized. You fell in love the second she took down Steve in the sparing ring using her thigh grip of death. You had both moved in together to a small apartment connected to the tower, but on its own private floor, so you two could have a little privacy.
“Y/N L/N!!!” Your short but fiery girlfriend was yelling, you were in deep shit. “Yes hon?” “You fucking washed my favorite shirt! You know this one is dry clean only!” You looked at the shrunken shirt in her hand, “I didn’t do the laundry last, so it must’ve been you, where’d you buy it? I’m sure we can find another just like it.” She glared at you, “no, I would never throw this in the wash so it had to have been you! And you can’t find this shirt in stores or online anymore! Ughhhh! Why did you do this!” You stayed calm, not wanting to feed the fire, “babe, I know you are upset, take a deep breath, I’ll look up to see if we can fix it, alright, and if not, you can use one of my shirts as your favorite one. Even the one that says ‘Girl boss’ that you love but it’s also my favorite!” Nat still didn’t calm, “I’m going to strangle you!!!” She ran at you, but you wrapped her into a hug, “yeah, and how are you gonna do that? You can’t reach my neck.” She growled, “I’ll find a way.” She squirmed out from your hug and started chasing you.
After a minute of chasing, the door bell rang, you ran to the door and opened it while keeping Nat at bay, “Woah, where’s the fire,” Bucky asked, seeing you out of breath, “behind me, chasing me, trying to choke me, and not in the good way.” Bucky had a moment of realization at ‘the good way’ before he questioned, “Wait, why is she chasing after you, what did you do?” You pulled him into a room and locked the door, “she claims I put her favorite shirt in the wash and made it shrink, I didn’t do the laundry and she says she didn’t either so…. There’s a laundry monster.” Bucky looked like a deer in headlights, “what’s wrong,” you asked. “I know who the laundry monster is……”
“Fuck you Barnes!!!” Nat was now chasing Bucky through your apartment, you were in the kitchen, making a sandwich for each of you. To try and save Bucky you grabbed Nat with one arm and stuck a sandwich in her arms, she looked up at you, “thank you babe but I need to throttle Bucky.” You chuckled and pulled her with you onto the couch, her sitting in your lap. “How about we don’t throttle our friend and we eat sandwiches and cuddle instead?” Nat thought for a moment, “I guess, but he ruined my shirt,” she looked sad. “I’ll try and fix it, and if not, I’ll find the material and make you a new one.” Nat snuggled into you, “I’m sorry for accusing you, and yelling at you, and threatening you, and chasing you.” She smiled into your shoulder. “I know you are hon, I don’t blame you, besides you are a little adorable when trying to attack me, a little ball of fire. My firecracker.”
You were about to kiss when Bucky came out from hiding to ruin the moment. “Barnes! Now it’s my turn to kill you! You have 10 seconds to get the fuck out of here!” Bucky was scared of you more than Nat, he ran out of the apartment, faster than humanly possible. “Now it’s just us two, I wonder what fun we’ll get up to now,” Nat pondered aloud. “Well, I can think of a few ways…..” you brought Nat into a heated kiss, love at last, not lost over laundry.
AU with vampire Natasha x reader with a happy end? Please and thanks.
May I present to you: vampire Natasha and werewolf reader.
Stakes and Silver Bullets
Summary: Hunting at the full moon with Natalia by your side is a perfect cross between heinous and beautiful. One particular night proves that it can also be dangerous.
Pairings: Vampire!Natasha x Werewolf!Reader
Warnings: Repeated mentions of blood
Word Count: 4,485
To most people, the moon represented the fall of night. It was just this simple rock in the sky that reflected just enough sunlight that the planet wasn’t tossed into darkness as the sun dipped beyond the horizon. Sure, artists might have loved the way it bathed the land before it in a different type of glow, and maybe some people could appreciate the beauty that was so much gentler than the harsh glare of the afternoon sun. For you, it was different. The moon was beauty and terror all wrapped up in one, simple celestial body.
Tonight, the moon wasn’t quite full, but it almost was. You didn’t have to check a calendar or even take a single glance out the window to know that. You felt it in your very bones. It was urging and primal. It had erased every other thought that might have flitted through your mind. In comparison to it, they were irrelevant. The glowing orb spoke to you. It made your soul sing along to its silent melody, your heart pounding to the steady beat. It was your very reason for being. But so was she.
“When is your night?”
You turned. There she was, the bright moonlight streaming through the window she sat at, shining upon her and making her glow even more beautifully than was her usual. Her red hair was still tousled from her midnight hunt, like dancing flames falling over her shoulders. Your eyes fell to the stain on her white dress, even redder than her hair. You only hummed in response as you stood up from your chair, paper and quill abandoned on the desk thoughtlessly. You moved toward her, arms moving delicately around her waist. Soon, you were standing with your head buried against her neck, revelling in that familiar feeling of the cold surface, lack of a throbbing pulse comforting in the strangest of ways.
“Tomorrow.”
She was clearly resisting still, refusing to succumb to the arousal she knew would start building any second now. “And how are you feeling on this eve?”
You actually growled a little, the sound canine in a way that no simple person would be able to achieve. “Primal.”
She hummed contentedly as you brushed your lips against the skin where you rested. You pulled away, delicately pressing the pads of your fingers against the underside of her chin, directing her lips onto yours. She immediately responded, her hands moving onto your cheeks, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones as you kissed her. The taste of blood in her mouth was exhilarating. Everything about her was. You ran your tongue along sharp fangs, loving the slight sting in the muscle as the surface scratched open. She retracted immediately.
“You are truly foul, my love,” she said, disgust crossing her features as she wiped her thumb against her lips, removing your blood from her mouth.
Maybe that’s why the two of you worked so well. This proximity with any other person would have been enthralling. The smell alone would have had her digging her fangs into the pulsing artery in their neck. That sweet substance that flowed through the veins of any breathing person was irresistible to that person she’d become all those years ago. You weren’t just any person. You had the blood of a wolf, and it repulsed her.
She was void of any of the substance. Those nights when you lost yourself, when you let that beast take over you completely, she was of no interest to you. The townsfolk were all you cared for- all you ached to taste between your lips. She would take hunt beside you, by your side during night as well as day, love burning so strong within you both even when you were doing things so hideous.
You were both killers. You were among the most hideous things that dared walk the Earth among things so beautiful. Monsters already, what was the harm in loving one another? You’d be burned at the stake for the blood that ran through your veins anyway. In for a penny, in for a pound. At least now, neither of you was alone. You loved each other fully and entirely. If love was a human emotion, then she was your humanity, and you were hers.
“Foul? Is that so, Natalia, my beloved?” You jeered, a smile crawling across your lips. “Who is it that loves you so dearly?”
Her taunting halted immediately at the husk in your words. Your hands were sliding down from where you’d had them linked over her shoulders, fingers sliding over the silky fabric that draped over her body. Your gaze wouldn’t leave hers, the image of the moon shimmering in your irises as if it were a reflection of the beast that lived within. She knew who you were. She was the only one who knew who you really were, and she loved every piece of you, including that beast, with her unbeating heart. Her words caught in her throat for a long moment.
“You,” she couldn’t help but hum as your hands squeezed her hips. “Only you.”
Your hands slid down to her thighs over top of her dress. “I know.”
Your hands moved away. Despite the small whine that escaped her, it seemed the absence of your touch allowed her to regain her composure a little. Your fingertips danced across her chest and against the pendant that you’d given her a year ago. It was a gift, something you reasoned you earned for her, even if you’d taken off the lifeless body you’d woken up next to after a long night of feral canine power. She leaned forward to kiss you once more, but you leaned away from her, a smile on your face. You extended a hand.
“Come.”
She put her hand into yours and you led her toward the bedroom. Her lips touched yours once more. The feeling would always be so much stronger and far more intoxicating than the feeling of the full moon inching closer day by day. The moon used to be the thing that made you. It had once been your heart and your soul, and it had guided you through every aspect of your life. That was years ago. Today, it was her. Everything was her.
“I love you,” she whispered, red eyes boring into yours with such intensity you were sure she could read every single piece of your soul.
“And I you, my love.”
You embraced her, lying her down and kissing her again.
Tomorrow, she’d be with you in a way that would make the townsfolk cower in their homes, as if thin walls were any defence against your combined bloodlust. Her thirst and your hunger had wooden doors shattered into splinters within seconds of discovering the scent of life, or the sound of a terrified heart beating inside a breathing chest. Nothing would keep either of you away from that.
That night, though, wasn’t about the kill. It wasn’t about what you would do in the future at all. Right then, you lay with your skin against hers in the most sinful of ways. Hers was so cold but the canine blood running beneath yours was hot, as if you were made to balance each other out. Her lips were roaming across your torso and your hand was moving toward that part of her body only you knew. If you weren’t already damned from the wolf in your spirit or the blood that had spilled beneath you each month, then you’d surely be for lying with a woman in such a way. That, though, would have been a risk you’d have been willing to take.
Still, you had to wonder if those other nights were just as intimate. On those nights with her, when the moon was at its fullest and her body ached for that bitter taste it needed so badly, you felt so close. Those nights weren’t necessarily something you wanted. They were something you needed; to fulfill those carnal needs and satiate your body in a way nothing else could. Without those nights, neither of you would survive to love each other through to the next moon. When she was by your side, performing those nefarious acts and satisfying her most primal of needs, you were both showing that part of you that you knew only the other would ever be able to love. That meant just as much to you as hearing your name tearing desperately from her lips on a silent night like that one.
As the body beneath you began shuddering uncontrollably and your name was repeatedly thrown into the cool air like a prayer, you decided it didn’t matter. You had both. It didn’t matter which brought you closer. Both things brought her a satisfaction that made you just as content. Both would have you watching her with love coursing through your veins hot as lava and yet somehow as cold as ice. Maybe that’s what made them so intimate. How you loved loving her and how you loved being at your very worst by her side.
“How are you feeling, my darling?” You cooed softly, loving the way she threw her head back for you upon hearing your words.
You grinned a little as her shaking subsided. She kissed you with a force and passion behind it that any living person would have lost the energy to do. Even you were worn out. When she pulled her lips off yours, you couldn’t help but fall back against the pillows, breathing a little heavier than usual. She chuckled at this, beckoning you to come closer to her bare body. You did so without hesitation.
“Goodnight,” she whispered as you lay down at her side.
“Hold me, Natalia?”
“Always.”
It amazed you, the patience she had. She couldn’t sleep. She didn’t need it. Yet, her arms would wrap around you as you drifted off to a world where still your dreams were of her, and when you’d awaken, she’d be in that same spot right by your side. It was endearing, and made you lean to kiss her each and every morning. Each of those mornings she’d ask you the same questions: wondering how you slept and making sure her arms hadn’t been too tight around you. She did, after all, have the strength of a mammoth.
Your answer was always the same, too. You were fine. You would always be okay, as long as she was by your side. You both knew that if she had blood beneath her skin, she would blush. She would still giggle softly, turning her cheeks away from you on instinct, as if they were burning with that bright colour of embarrassment. The action was sweet. It would make you smile as you reached out for her, bringing her back against your chest for another few minutes before the both of you decided to venture out into the other rooms of your house.
Maybe it was the nightmare you’d had last night, but something was off in the woman you loved. She was busy sitting in one of the armchairs in the other room, cowering away from the sunlight that had managed to penetrate the small crack in the boards over the windows. You covered it up, taking away that dangerous ray of light as you moved swiftly to take a spot beside her. Your fingers threaded into hers with one hand, as the other came up to her cheek. Her face was filled with such concern, and it was making your heart ache.
“Natalia?” You tried ever so softly. “Speak to me, my dove.”
Slowly, her eyes turned to yours. “One day you will depart from this world, and I will be left without you, and you own a piece of me. I will never be whole without you.”
Truthfully, your mind sometimes wandered to that inevitable day as well. You worried, the thought constantly in the back of your head, wreaking havoc on your mind every time it dared wander to the event. It had taken her more than a hundred years to find someone to love the way she loved you, and the two of you were interconnected in a way you were sure a mortal person could never dream to understand.
You reached out for one of the old wooden chairs, bringing it toward you and, in a flair of theatrics, snapped off one of the legs. The superhuman act seemed to have quite the effect on her. Her tongue darted out from between her lips, eyes tracing the strong muscles on your arms. You chuckled, moving forward and flipping the broken chair leg over in the air, catching it back in your hand.
“When I depart from this world, my dearest of loves, you take this. If you find that you cannot bear this life without me, then follow me.”
She took the broken piece of furniture into her own hands. It was the only thing that could tear her from the life she’d been so long living. Splinters of wood fell from the end, scattering silently on the floor. She ran her fingertips over the old wooden stake, and you could tell she was wondering what it might feel like to have it driven through her heart. She set it on her lap and looked up at you, head tilted to the side in curiosity.
“And what if something befalls me?”
That was something you’d thought about before as well. She may have been unsusceptible to time, but she wasn’t so to the weapons the townsfolk brandished whenever they heard the name of the monster that lived over the hillside. Losing her would tear you apart, and you knew that, after all this time with her, you’d never be able to survive without her. That was a fact you’d long accepted.
You reached into your pocket, pulling out something so small you could hold it between two fingers. “Then I will follow you into the next life.”
The silver bullet shone in the candlelight, glistening as if to taunt you, knowing it was the only thing that would ever hurt you.
She beckoned you. You pocketed the small piece of metal once more, sitting down beside her as she brought you into her arms as if you were the most delicate material on the planet. That was how you stayed, knowing now that you would never have to live on a planet that didn’t have her, and she wouldn’t have to live without you. It was comforting in the most morning of ways. It seemed though, that was your normal: morbid and loving.
That was how you remained that day. She didn’t like you exerting yourself the day of a full moon. It kept you up all night and, if you didn’t rest the day before, you’d be worn when the sun came back up. She wouldn’t let that feeling of absolute exhaustion take over you. She could hardly remember how it even felt, having not rested for so many years, but she knew she didn’t like when you were uncomfortable.
You were only made aware of the time when the candle died out in front of you. You squirmed in her arms, kissing her cheek when she let you go. You peeked out the window to get the last glimpse of an orange sunset over the horizon. You couldn’t help but grin as you felt something tugging deep within your chest. You turned back toward the woman behind you, eyes already glowing with that golden shine when you did.
“My, is it time already?” She chuckled, rising from her seat so that she could run a hand lovingly down your cheek. “Let me know when we leave, my darling girl.”
You burst out the door just as that last glow of the sun finally faded out. The way your body bathed in the moonlight was addicting. You felt every last bit of human in you fade away, golden eyes reflecting that white orb in the sky as you watched it, morphing into that canine form that would make the townsfolk tremble in fear. The feeling of your body becoming who it was meant to be was indescribable, but it was so right.
You didn’t attempt to suppress the canine howl that erupted from your gut. It would have been unstoppable, and letting it out was like breathing out a breath that you’d been holding in all month. At the sound, too, she finally stepped through the front door, the sunlight that reflected off the moon not enough to hurt her in the way it did in the day. She took one look at you, eyes still so full of love even when you were in this form.
“You sound excited, love.”
You couldn’t have answered her if you wanted to.
The two of you tore off toward the town at a speed that would have had any regular person reeling. The doors were all shut and locked tight. You let her break down the first one. You approached, standing back and staring at hers, two sets of unnatural eyes locking in a passionate gaze. She smiled ever so gently before she moved forward, tearing the door off its hinges.
The screams from the couple inside only fueled you forward. You raced into the house, headed immediately for whatever beating heart she hadn’t already claimed. The man begging for life beneath you couldn’t have been more than twenty. He was pleading and sobbing and chanting his girl’s name, not knowing that yours had already killed her. You made sure to silence his cries.
Natalia was done long before you were. Even as you fed, you felt her eyes on you. It didn’t bother you. She never judged you, and she never would. How could she, being a monster herself? When you pulled away, blood coating your lips and cheeks, dripping down your neck and onto your chest, her pupils dilated a little. She moved forward, using her thumb to brush some of the blood off your cheek and putting it to her own lips.
“Shame. You taint that sweet taste,” she chuckled a little, letting you eye the red substance that was dripping down the corner of her mouth. “You are, however, still as beautiful as you are on any night.”
You wished you could kiss her right then, instead settling for the press of her forehead against yours. You could actually feel your heartbeat shift so that it drummed in time with hers. It was a long couple moments of that, her against you like you were the only two people in the entire world, before she finally pulled away. She smirked as she looked you up and down.
“Repulsive.”
You would have laughed.
The two of you moved through the village like that for a little longer, finding your next victim stupidly roaming the street at midnight on a full moon. You agreed to share the meal with the woman who’d actually been the one to catch it. You took a few steps back, watching as his face paled as Natalia drained the blood from his body. You could hardly believe how beautiful she looked. The moonlight hit every feature just right, illuminating her in a soft glow.
She stood when she’d finished, hand caressing your cheek as she did. “Had your fill yet, my darling?”
You shook your head no.
Neither of you had time, though, to go in search of your next meal. When you turned around, one of the townspeople was standing on the street, aiming a gun at you. You were cocky, at first, staring down the barrel knowing full well that no simple bullet would hurt you. When it whizzed toward you, though, and pierced your skin, ripping through your gut and shooting a searing pain through your body, you got considerably less cocky.
You watched as the woman who had been at your side flew forward and in one swift move, ended the life of the man in front of you. When you fell back, your eyes found the wound that was pushing your blood onto the cobblestone street below you. It was pooling, reflecting the moon above it. You felt blood starting to bubble up in your throat and you coughed violently.
You felt yourself being scooped into a strong set of arms. Her face looked blurry. Though, so did everything else. You could feel that you were moving so fast you were practically flying back toward home. You wondered if you would make it all that way, but it seemed that she was determined. You strained to keep awake, just for her. You weren’t successful.
The world wasn’t dark for long. Yet perhaps it was just that it didn’t feel long. When you blinked your eyes back open, red ones were watching you with such concern that all you wanted to do was kiss her worries away. Unfortunately for you, though, her worries were you. You didn’t have the strength to sit up and pull her toward you. You hardly had the strength to groan her name and let your hand travel over your own abdomen.
“Be careful, my love.”
You felt her hand cover yours in an attempt to bring your fingers away from the wound. You felt first that the skin beneath your fingertips was smooth. You’d morphed back into your human form at some point while you’d been unconscious. Then, you felt the dried blood that caked the area where you’d been shot. You whimpered at the tenderness of your own touch. A hand tugged on yours, bringing the pressure away from the area.
“Don’t touch.”
You squeezed her hand with all the energy you had. “Darling…”
“I know, Dove.”
Pain was searing throughout your body in a way you’d never experienced before. The bullet had not only pierced your body, but it was poisoning your blood in the way that only silver could. You groaned softly, clutching tight onto Natalia’s hand with all the strength that you could muster, which wasn’t a lot. Tears were streaking down her cheeks now, showing you an emotion that you didn’t often see on her face.
“Please,” you begged softly. “I cannot move on without you. I cannot leave you here to continue on without me.”
You immediately felt guilty for the effect of those words. She pulled you close, getting on her knees beside the bed and resting her head on your arm. You hushed her softly as a sob broke through her lips, the sound able to shatter your heart as if it were made from the finest glass known to man. You apologized as soft as you could, repeatedly and honestly. You beckoned her into the bed beside you.
You knew you were starting to fade. You could feel it. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. You could feel darkness looming in that place, waiting for you and waiting to punish you for every life you’d ever taken. That number was higher than you could count. You were shaking, sure the woman beside you could feel it against her body. You weren’t sure if it was a last effort of strength from your dying body, or a display of absolute terror to leave life behind.
“Natalia…”
“I am right here.”
You grabbed the front of her shirt in a weak fist, using gravity to help you in pulling her closer. At first, she thought you were trying to bring her lips onto hers. When she tried to kiss you, though, you shook your head, turning away. Face turned away from her, now, you had exposed a different part of your body to her. You guided her mouth down to her neck, whimpering as you felt her lips lightly brush the skin.
“No,” she refused. “You have the blood of a wolf. You could die.”
“Without it, I surely will,” you gasped, air feeling further away with each passing moment. “Please. Try.”
You could only feel it as she nodded. It was so carefully that she nuzzled against you, as if trying to memorize what your pulse felt like against her cheek. However tonight ended, that was something she’d very likely never feel again. You managed to hush her quietly as you felt a tremble run through her body. Her hand came to clutch yours as you finally felt her part her lips against your skin.
“Vile,” she muttered, and you felt a small smile grace her lips. “I love you, my darling.”
“As I you.”
With that, her fangs punctured your skin. The world went dark around you.
*
You were sore when you woke. Mostly it was in your neck. You swung your legs off the bed despite it, desperate to go find the woman who must have been worrying. You found her in the living room lighting a candle. She turned to you before you even had a second to clear your throat and try and get her attention. She was on you in an instant, peppering your face in soft kisses.
“You stayed with me,” she whispered.
“I could never imagine life or death without you, Natalia. I had to stay,” you chuckled, kissing her back briefly. “So, what am I?”
She shrugged. “The woman I love. Is that not what matters?”
You chuckled lightly. “Of course.”
She smiled, bringing you to her, resting her head against your chest. You wondered if your heart had stopped beating beneath her ear, but it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was that you were with her, as alive as you needed to be. You couldn’t be in life without her, just as you couldn’t be in death without her. She was your everything, and nothing would be whole away from that.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt her hand slide. It moved down your arm, across your side and your hip until it had slipped into your pocket, pulling out that shining piece of metal that resided there. She rolled the bullet slowly between two fingers, glancing at it with deep interest before handing it back to you. You took it in one hand, your other staying on her.
“I do not think it will work,” she remarked softly. “I think we have forever.”
You tossed the bullet out the window into the light of the waning moon. She pulled away from you. You watched as she moved away and picked up the splintering wooden stake that leaned against the table, smiling once at you as she held it out. She turned away, tossing it upon the roaring flames in the fireplace; the wood catching quickly and becoming nothing but fuel.
“Forever,” you hummed as she moved back into your arms. “Forever with you would be beautiful.”
Hey! I hope you won't another request from me - maybe not since it's a Marvel one haha. :) So, if you don't mind trying to write this (completely understandable if you don't try), I'd like to see a drabble, characters: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, with a title: "Is this love, agent Romanoff?". Thanks in advance, and have a nice day! :)
Of course I don’t mind another request from you, thank you for sending it! :) No biggie, but you requested a drabble in the form of a prompt (drabbles are requested providing the title instead) so I’ll just try to get the sentence prompt somewhere in there instead :P
Character: Natasha Romanoff
Fandom: Marvel
Words Count: 184 words
Title: Love
Once the chaos died down, you looked up until your eyes locked with Nat’s. You were both breathing heavily, still holding on to each other protectively.
“It’s over now” You breathed out, glad that the explossions and attacks had stopped.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that” Natasha reluctantly unwrapped her arms from around you and grabbed her gun from the holster.
“You okay, right, Nat?”
“Always” She dedicated you a sweet smile. “You, Y/N?”
“Yeah, I’m fine” Doing like her, you put some distance between you and her.
“Who said you could do that?” She raised an eyebrow. “Stay there, I need you close”
“Wha…?” Moving in a daze, you repositioned yourself next ot her so your sides graced.
“You need me close?” You didn’t know how to feel about that statement.
“Yeah, I need you to have my back” Natasha smirked at you, clearly teasing.
“Is this love, agent Romanoff?” You just knew she was doing it on purpose.
“I don’t think this is the best place or moment to discuss that, Y/N”
“Then stop flirting with me!”
“Nah, it’s too fun”
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Anon: Woooooo so could I please request a Natasha smut where the reader and her are a thing but like none of the team know and idk mebs like Tony walks in on like them in a really intimate moment and is like OMG and starts running around be dramatic and stuff and like telling the other guys and like when Reader and Nat come for food with the team they all tease the two xxxxxxxx
Anon: Hey idk if you take Natasha requests but could I request a Nat smut where her and the reader are getting intimate and Steve walks in but no one knows that Nat and reader are a thing so steve is really shocked and tells the rest of the team and then Nat and reader get teased by everyone and turns out Tony bet Sam that they were a thing
You felt like a teenager again with all the sneaking around, giggling, touching, blushing, secret kisses. The thrill of something new and a little bit wrong was enticing you to carry on.
You nodded biting your lip. “Yes, ma’am.”
Natasha grinned before dropping her head back down and continued her assault on your sensitive pussy. Her tongue was like pure evil that made you feel like you were fucking high.
You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself not to moan out loudly but the moment she pushed three fingers back inside you hitting your G-spot just as she bit your clit, that was it. You were done.
“Fuck!” you moaned loudly as you came again, your juices flowing all over Nat’s hand.
Nat quickly pulled back and sat up. “Such a noisy little girl today, aren’t we?” she crawled forwards over your body slowly until she was face to face with you. She bent down and crashed her lips against yours, making you moan was more.
“Hey, Tony, have you seen Nat? We’re meant to be training.” Steve asked Tony as he walked into the kitchen.
Tony shook his head. “I haven’t, Cap. Not since this morning.” he sighed a little, looking at his watch. “Don’t suppose you’ve seen, Y/N? She asked if I could take a look at, something, or other for her… now she’s not answering her phone.” Tony sighed a little frustrated with you.
Steve shook his head. “The last time I saw her, she said she was nipping to her room.” he shrugged.
Tony nodded thinking about where they could be. “I’m gonna go see if she’s in her room, maybe Nat’s with her. They might be doing, I dunno, girly, things.” Tony shrugged as he began to leave the kitchen with Steve following behind him. Arriving at your door Steve was about to knock when Tony grabbed his arm. “Shh, listen…” Tony turned his head to the side as he tried to listen.
Steve stayed quiet for a few moments before sighing. “What is it?” Steve frowned. A sudden moan from inside the room followed by ‘Don’t… stop, stop!’. “What, what’s that?” Steve creased his brow.
Tony shrugged and very slowly wrapped his hand around the door handle and opened the door. He bobbed his head round the corner of the door slightly, his eyes widening at the sight in your bed. “Fuck.” he gasped surprised at the sight.
“Langue, Tony.” Steve scowled at him as Tony moved away. “Are they in there?” Steve asked his friend.
Tony nodded. “Yeah, Cap, they’re in there.” Steve nodded and went to push the door open wider but Tony once again stopped him. “Nah-uh, Cap, I wouldn’t if I were you.” Steve frowned shaking his head and opened the door. He froze on the spot as he saw Nat sat on your face in your bed, both of you naked and moaning loudly. You were so caught up in the moment neither of you noticed your audience. “Get, out of there.” Tony yanked on Steve’s shirt, pulling him out of the room.
“Wha-what are they, they doing, Tony?” Steve’s face was burning brightly as the two men headed back to the kitchen.
Tony sent him a look. “Really? Surely even you can work that one out, Capsicle.” he sighed rubbing his face. Steve began mumbling about maybe it’s not what it looks like and you were really good friends. Tony rolled his eyes sighing. “OHMYGOD! SEX, Steve! Nat and Y/N are having sex.” he shouted.
“WHAT?” Wanda, Bucky and Clint stared at the two men.
You held your laptop in your hand as you headed to the dining room. FRIDAY had notified you that dinner was ready and everyone was waiting. You enjoyed those days where no one was on a mission and you could just relax and be around the tower together. “Hey, Tony… “ you smiled happily at him as you approached him and Steve. You noticed Steve’s eyes widen as he began to blush before he walked off. “Hmm, you still okay to look at my laptop?” you asked holding it up.
Tony nodded grinning. “Yep.” he answered quickly.
“Everything okay, Tony?” you raised your eyebrow as you took a seat next to him. He nodded keeping his mouth shut. He’d been warned not to say anything. A few moments later Nat and Bucky joined the table and you were all together. Everything was silent, which was unusual for the room full of superheros who all had their own opinion.
“Hmm, damn, this is good.” Nat hummed her pleasure as she put another mouthful of food into her mouth. Tony snickered quietly receiving glares from Steve every time Tony let something slip.
You shook your head hissing a little at the sudden twinge in your neck and shoulder. You moved it slightly as you used your free hand to knead the knot that had formed there. “What’s wrong with your neck, Y/N?” Bucky asked with a slight curve to his lips.
You sighed lightly. “Just, aching I guess.” you shrugged slightly.
Tony cleared his throat. “From what? You haven’t been on any, missions, lately, have you?” Clint grinned glancing to Natasha who wasn’t paying much attention to anything other than her food.
You shook your head. “Nah, probably just been laid in a funny position.” you answered, sneaking a glance at Nat knowing it was all her fault.
“I know exactly what you mean, Y/N.” Tony grinned mischievously at you.
“You do?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
He nodded pulling a serious face. “When a girl decides she wants to ride your face, it causes, all sorts of problems.”
“Tony!” Steve warned him.
You frowned glancing from Tony to Steve and back again. “What do you mean ‘when a girl decides-’” your eyes met Nat’s that wore a knowing look. He knew.
“That’s because you’re old, Stark.” Nat answered smugly. “I don’t have a problem with my neck.” she winked at you teasingly.
“Nat!” you hissed as you kicked her under the table.
“Yeah, well, from what I saw it was her doing all the work.” Tony answered winking at you. “Right, Cap?”
Your head wiped round to poor Steve who was bright red. He was staring into his food hoping he wouldn’t have to answer. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned. “Steve?”
He shook his head as he cleared his throat. “I, saw- I didn’t see, anything… I don’t, know, what he’s… talking-”
“Oh please, you couldn’t take your eyes off the two of them.” Tony laughed. “I thought you were going to start taking notes you stared for that long.” Tony teased Steve. “I agree with you though, Capsicle. The piercing was a shock to me, too.” Tony carried on talking.
“What piercing?” Bucky asked with giant grin, leaning forwards in his seat.
Nat sighed standing up from her seat. “Y/N’s nipple piercing…”
“Oh, MYGOD!” you groaned covering your face with your hands. Nat came to your side and pulled you to your feet.
“Wait, it’s true?” Sam’s eyes widened. Steve nodded, his face getting redder. “Fuck- that means-”
“That means, you owe me 20 bucks, bird brain.” Tony grinned smugly as he folded his arms over his chest. Sam sighed throwing the money onto the table but before Tony could claim his winnings Nat grabbed it, slipping it into her back pocket. “HEY!”
“Thanks, Stark. That’ll pay for our drinks… don’t wait up, or, do and hear more than what you and the Cap saw.” Nat winked before pulling you behind her towards the elevator. You burst out laughing as the two of you fell into elevator. Nat immediately grabbed a hold of your hips and pulled you close to her so she could crash her mouth onto yours.
“C’mon!”
As Nat devoured the flesh of your neck making you moan you sneaked a peak of the dining room and saw the boys had taken to their feet and were making their way towards you, in hopes of joining your little party. Before they could, you slammed your hand against the button so the door would shut right as they reached it. You began grinning to yourself thinking about what sort of night you were in for, Nat loved making a point and now everyone knew and felt it was okay for them to tease you about your relationship ao openly, she’d make sure they regretted every second they enjoyed.
Natasha Romanoff prompt "What scares me the most is I love you and we all know I have a hard time trusting people but I trust you" Natasha finally admitting she loves you.
I had seen Nat smile at me many times. But that time, right there and then, it was special.
I stared at her, wondering why she got quiet all of a sudden. Why our lively chatter died down. Why was she suddenly giving me that loving look?
“Nat?” I asked her, seeing as she was troubled. “What’s wrong?”
She blinked a few times in response, almost like she had been very deep in thought. I could have sworn I saw a flush of pink cross her cheeks, which was a rare occurrence.
“I just…” Natasha seemed absent as well, which worried me a little. “Just got overwhelmed for a moment”
“Why?” I immediately placed my hand over hers to try and ease her anxiety. “Is something worrying or scaring you?”
“Yes” Her eyebrows twitched a little, but relaxed before they formed the frown I was expecting.
“Well, what is it?!” I urged her, gently squeezing her palm.
“I just felt such an immense wave of affection towards you that it scared me” Even though her voice sounded grave and concerned, her words were sweet, just like herself. “All because you were looking at me with so much fondness and giving me that amazing smile”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise, and I felt myself losing the ability to speak.
“What scares me most is I love you” She tilted her head slightly, locking eyes with me and interlacing her fingers with mine. “And we all know I have a hard time trusting people, but I trust you”
It wasn’t the first time Nat displayed her affection. She had done so many times before, but it was the first time she spoke such words, that she voiced her feelings so openly. My heart felt warm and it was beating fast with excitment.
My eyes filled with unshed tears of happiness, moved by her confession.
I knew how hard it was for her to put her emotions into words or to confess them sometimes. How hard it was for her to trust people, like she had said herself. So I felt grateful and special.
“I…” My voice sounded strangled with emotion for a moment. “I love you too…”
We smiled at each other and even let out a chuckle, enjoying the affectionate and slightly embarrassing moment.
"Kiss me now" Natasha romanoff prompt where reader is unsure if Nat feels the same until she tells her. Thank you!
I was so nervous, even if it was to talk to her. Nat and I had always gotten along, always felt comfortable around each other and had no problem talking about anything. But what I was about to confess to her was huge.
“Nat?” I piped up, trying to stop feeling nervous. “There’s something I need to tell you”
For a moment, she just frowned, wondering what was wrong. Like me, she knew it had to be something big to get in such a jittery state.
I had wondered if I should tell her or not. But I knew she would want me to be honest and straight-forward.
“What is it, Y/N?” Nat helped me, seeing as I was still silent.
“I, uh…” I gulped, but shook my head and did my best to spit it out already even if I knew it wouldn’t be too eloquent. “I love you so much, because you’re so amazing and I can’t help but to be crazy about you, Nat, and-”
I stopped talking when she suddenly turned around, really fast.
“Kiss me now” She interrupted me, her voice fierce and demanding.
“What?!”
“Kiss me now!”
I froze, unable to oblige even though I was dying to do so. Even though I was internally screaming and telling myself to do as she asked.
Noticing this, Nat just put her hand in my nape and attracted me towards her. Our lips soon collided and I closed my eyes in pleasure, passionately kissing back.
Why hadn’t she told me? Was the fearless Natasha Romanoff so deep in love with me that it scared her?!
I didn’t care, all that mattered was she felt the same way. What was important was the feeling of her lips against mine.
Can you do a fluffy imagine where the reader is playing truth or dare with the avengers and is dared to kiss who they think is the most beautiful person man or woman in the room and they lean in and kiss Natasha without even having to think even though they're not in a relationship with her but find her to be the most beautiful. If that makes sense. I got the idea from the perks of being a wall flower.
I knew that scene was familiar, but I didn’t remember at first that it was from The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I like both the movie and the book :P But of course, I’ll write it! Thanks for requesting, I added it to my writing list :)
