#natashatony

[huldrabitch]

Natasha and Tony have such a cute relationship

[awarrows-clintbarton]

Happy New Years! 🥂

Requested by @daredevil2111

So this is my first smut ever. Hope this is alright. If it’s shit I’m sorry.

Rating: E

Warnings: Light bondage and spanking. Mentions of blood and past trauma.

There wasn’t many people Natasha would allow herself to be vulnerable with. In fact she could count them on one hand, but just barely. Phil, Clint, Sam and Tony. The last one came to her as a surprise. Natasha wasn’t expecting to have the connection she did with the playboy or just the overall ease the pair brought to one and other. The mission was a disaster. Leaving Natasha feeling like her soul had been ripped out but at the same time numb. So very numb. Natasha walked into the common area the blood obvious even on her black cat suit. Her hair was matted from the snow, eyes empty. If at all possible her complexion was paler than ever. “Nat!” Clint was the first to react and was clambering over Thor, Steve and Wanda to get to her. But Tony best him probably because he wasn’t climbin over top of three people. Hands gently found their way to her cheeks just cupping them gently. Soft hazel eyes were trying to reach hers. But Natasha was looking through him probably to some unspeakable trauma. “Lets go get you cleaned up.” He whispered softly voice tight as his own mind waged war on his anxiety. Natasha gave the barest hint of a nod and let Tony guide her to the elevator and then through a shower. It was mostly silence between them as Tony worked at gently removing the caked on blood. “Do you want to talk about it?” He offered softly eyes flicking up to Natasha’s from his spot by her hip. Natasha shook her head damp red hair clinging to her face as she did so. Slowly she reached up and pushed the strands back behind her ears. “I’ll talk to Sam tomorrow.” She said softly and looked down at Tony long enough to see him nod and press a kiss to her now clean hip. His lips were warm and soft in contrast to the light but not unpleasant scratch of his facial hair. Natasha smiled slightly at her lover. Reaching over she turned the water off.

It was about four am when Natasha sighed and changed position for about the thousandth time this time accidentally kicking Tony in the shin. “You know if you don’t settle down I’ll have to spank you.” Tony grunted even in his half asleep state she could hear the teasing that laced his tone. “Do it.” Natasha said with finality and turned on her side to look at Tony. “Are you sure?” He asked softly and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. “I’m sure...do it.” Natasha said and kicked the sheets off already undressing while Tony lair stunned for a moment before his brain finally kicked into gear and he was off the bed and heading to Natasha’s closet. Normally she was the domme, but this was something Natasha was sure Tony could handle. Natasha sat straight up on the end of the bed watching as Tony gathered up a length of rope. Natasha shivered and stretched out on the bed so her feet were on the floor her chest was on the bed and her arms were stretched out it didn’t take long for Tony to bind Natasha’s hands to the bed frame and nudged her legs a little wider. Natasha sighed softly and closed her eyes nodding her head once before Tony could even ask. Natasha gasped softly at the cool touch of lube to her ass and then the gentile press of Tony’s finger pressing into her slowly he moved it in and out curling it to lightly tug at the rim of her ass drawing out another loud gasp from the red head. Tony removed his fingers and slowly eased a plug into her. Natasha whimpered as Tony held it at its widest point throughly stretching her out. Slowly Tony rocked the plug in and out and Natasha squirmed moaning softly “fuck me.” She gasped as he finally allowed the plug sink into her. “I intend to darling.” Tony said cheekily before kissing between her shoulder blades. “Ready?” He asked in a low purr. Natasha nodded her head. “Do it.” She encouraged and swallowed as she waited for the first hit. Natasha was just about ready to turn and look to see if Tony was still there when his hand connected hard in the center of her left ass cheek drawing out a whimper. Natasha quivered as she felt her cunt flood. The second smack came much quicker this time on the right. Then the third, fourth and sixteenth came in quick succession dissolving Natasha’s resolve making her into a quivering moaning mess. Her cunt fluttering eagerly. Tony tutted softly and teased his fingers over the soft skin of her inner thighs chuckling when she pressed her ass and there for her cunt out towards him. “Shh dear...better be good.” He taunted and gave her cunt a couple of smacks before whipping the juices down her back. “Ready darling?” He purred. Natasha nodded her head eagerly. “Please Mr.Stark.” She pleaded and wiggled anxiously. Tony chuckled and kissed her hair affectionately before removing the plug and slipped into her gaping ass with a moan. “Mmm fuck darling.” He groaned and grabbed on to her hips hard enough to bruise the milky skin before beginning to thrust hard and fast. Natasha gasped loudly and dropped her head to mattress crying out in pleasure her fingers digging into the sheets. Tony groaned in pleasure as he held pace as Natasha withered and moaned. Tony loves when she got like this. Tony looped am arm around her waste and began to work her Clit feeling his own climax knotting in the pit of his stomach. Natasha gasped and whimpered she had been on the edge of a climax for the better part of an hour and finally when Tony touched her Clit it was like the final straw and she cried out body contracting as her juices covered her thighs and the floor. Tony gasped loudly and moaned out falling forward onto Natasha’s back spilling in to her ass.

Natasha snuffled and sighed softly streching out in the bed like a cat the sun pouring through the currtens. Slowly Natasha rolled over with a soft groan at the dull ache in her ass she curled around Tony and kissed down his neck tenderly. “Morning sweetie.” She cooed softly into the flesh smiling slightly when Tony groaned and tried to get away from the assault to his neck.

[cap-samwilson]

4. by the river/no reason at all (natashatony)

tw: slight alcohol mention

the shores were always crowded this time of year. oceans, rivers, lakes, all of them stuffed to the brim with tourists and locals alike, assholes found on every boat and jet ski, filling the place with alcohol and rafts and dumb decisions.

but even summer vacationers get tired. once in a blue moon, there’s a lull, when the ones that hold the seasonal passes decide to take an off day.

and natasha has a gift, a very special talent, one that gets her the first drink at every gathering, a toast every so often, and incredible bragging rights for her (and tony, when he feels particularly blessed to be dating her).

see, when natasha wants to go out and have fun on her summer vacation – no one else does.

sometimes it’s the weather. a fear of rain on a day that turns out to be cloudless. humidity beyond belief vanishing as soon as her friends step out of the truck. flooding making the rivers unmanageable receding just in time. sometimes it’s the occasion, post-holiday when every group is already spent and sleeping in until the sun sets. but no matter the reason, it’s her thing, and her boyfriend loves it, and her friends relish in it, and she never has to work up the courage to go out on a day that doesn’t suit her.

so natasha picks a day. multiple, even, when she feels like testing fate. and with one message in their lovely group chat, somehow maintained even after they scattered across the state, the avengers (named much to steve’s chagrin after a particularly glorious revenge-filled football game) descend on the rivers, cool drinks in hand, rafting until they find themselves just tired enough that keeping themselves afloat is a struggle.

today is one of those days. the air is perfect, sun bright, but not too keen on destroying all skin exposed to it. the river is cold, and it’s a cleaner day, trash kept to a minimum, the last groups to arrive being particularly good about picking up waste, saving the environment one beer cooler at a time. steve, sam, bucky, bruce, thor, clint, tony, rhodey, carol, maria, the twins, scott, hope, hell… everyone brings their suits, and no one is lonely, third-wheeling, or left behind. the speed is an easy one, and her and tony are sharing a particularly big floatie when she manages to open an eye behind her sunglasses.

the eye closes again. “you’re staring,” she remarks mildly, but her smirk eases the remaining tension from tony’s shoulders. the raft seems to balance. “is there something on my face?”

“like anything would dare besmirch your face without your explicit permission,” he responds, and some air passes through her nose, a full laugh too much effort.

“what seems to be the problem, then?” she asks, brow raising, and when he doesn’t respond immediately, both eyes open again to fixate on him. she even lets her sunnies rest on her hair, carefully pinned back from her shoulders. he’s smiling now.

“tony? what are you -”

but before anything even close to anxiety can settle in her heart, he leans forward, and their lips meet. short, sweet, nothing more than a peck, but she’s speechless, blinking once at the sudden affection.

tony’s eyes are trained on her now, and she’s sure she heard the sound of a couple of cheap waterproof cameras snapping pictures, but her usual refusal to participate in candid photo taking is pushed to the back of her mind, along with every other worry. hidden behind the hand that’s now holding hers, sun-tanned, warm, the good kind of rough on the inside.

“just glad i can do that,” he whispers. it’s almost a secret, the way he barely breathes it. she’s still leaning forward, catching the sentiment and feeling something like joy make her toes curl.

“you know? i think i am, too,” she finally says, and when she leans forward again, the only thought she has is to flip off whatever camera’s pointing towards them.

[shewhowillrise]

[cap-samwilson]

cream

many people consider natasha a black coffee kind of woman. “she takes it like she takes her men,” they say, “with no bullshit attached.”

well, that’s not quite the case.

because natasha likes coffee like everyone else - a sugar and two creams, using whatever she can find in the fridge, like the old half-and-half to make it light and frothy - and sometimes that involves bullshit like improvising with tony’s almond milk.

and she likes tony stark a lot, all the “bullshit” he comes with what makes him the man she’ll let hold her at night.

[winterironshieldstan]

Take You With Me

a very very very beautiful Natasha/Bucky/Tony fanfic here by martianwahtney on ao3

Spoiler: Cuddles!

[cap-samwilson]

daisies

they’re beautiful - petals strong, yellow center vibrant, as fresh as the day they were picked, she’s sure.

she doesn’t know how she deserves them.

but tony insists, places one in her hair and tucks it behind her ear, takes out his phone and snaps a picture that she threatens to kill him for because if clint sees there’s no letting this moment go. it just makes him laugh, and she smiles with him, small and close-lipped, but enough for another picture.

and perhaps tony gets them because of their beauty, but natasha knows what these flowers meant, once upon a time - more things she doesn’t deserve, but tony gives anyway.

[cap-samwilson]

impossible

“nat... nat, do you copy?” tony’s voice called once he managed to get out of earshot of the waiters and the lingering party guests.

no response, the only thing on the other end being the crackle of a broken comm, and his heart immediately shot into his throat. the fear choked him - his first mission in the field, his first test and he killed her - and tears came to his eyes, his hands clenching into fists...

“tony,” she whispered, so close he could feel her breath, and he jumped sky high, almost letting out a scream before stifling it with his hand, her amused smirk working well with the red lipstick she had on.

“nat,” he mumbled, still trembling, watching as the smirk fell off her face, as the color slowly came back to his, “please never do that to me again.”