Natasha: In February You’re Supposed To Be In The House, Violently Moisturising, Punching The Window

the winter woodworker

pairing: nat/f!reader

summary:

You spit out your name in blind fear when the woman steps closer as a threat. “My car broke down on the road. I was cold and-and scared, and the door was unlocked, and your house was- is very warm. And, um, nice.”

The woman looks at you for a long moment. You can’t really make out any features through the cloth wrapped around her nose and mouth, and the beanie tugged low on her head, but you can see the jade green of her eyes as she glares.

You twist up your sleeves. “Um, I like your, uh, your coat rack.”

notes: nsfw, mostly fluff, some smut, this bitch is long! 8k i think! basically nat hasnt talked to a human in months and youre also just a big naive idiot brat and shes very nice to u even tho she makes fun of u and makes u feel awkward because it amuses her

(ao3)

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okay but imagine a smut with natasha where she puts a vibrator on you but then straddles you so the vibe is on her aswell😮‍💨 thinking thots

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pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

summary: reader makes natasha angry at a party, they go back to their room and bang bang yaknow seggs oh and refer to request! hope i did it justice hehe

warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni. public-ish. usage of vibrator. light bondage. a little degradation? lmk if i should add anything else :)

translations: malyshka - babygirl detka - baby

word count: 2.6k

my back hit the back of the elevator with a thud, my hands immediately finding their way to my girlfriend's waist. my mouth fell open slightly as i felt her tongue dragging a wet trail up my throat.

it was almost 3am, and we were in the elevator of the avengers compound, going up to our floor after tony's big anniversary party.

nat and i barely interacted throughout the night, both playing a very cold and dangerous game. i stole glances every now and then, just to check what she was up to and her whereabouts.

it didn't help that she looked stunning tonight. her wine red dress hugging her body, leaving almost nothing to imagination.

i turned from where i was situated at the bar, to still see nat across the room on the couch with banner. my eyes narrowed at the sight.

she knew he had a thing for her. and she knew i hated it whenever they were close together. she laughs at something he says, placing a hand on his shoulder.

it was if she knew i was watching.

not even caring about being subtle anymore, i kept my eyes on the two.

"geez, i'm glad you don't have powers like i do or banner would've been six feet under"

i turned to the source of the voice, smiling slightly at wanda who took a seat next to me. i chuckled at her comment as i took in the sight of her.

"you look really nice," i complimented with a wink. she rolled her eyes at my comment, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"don't look now, but she's looking at you"

i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "who?"

"who else would i be talking about? and for the record, her thoughts are loud. doesn't seem too pleased that i'm here with you"

i scoffed. she's jealous?

"wanna make her more mad?" i suggested in a whisper, a mischievous grin on my face as my hand fell on top of hers that was on the counter top.

wanda looked at me incredulously, a small smile however on her face, "careful, y/n. i might catch feelings"

i rose an eyebrow, amused by our harmless flirtatious interactions. we've been best friends for ages, since we met in hydra. we were like sisters. so the fact that nat could ever be jealous of wanda just boggles me.

wanda intertwines our fingers as her other hand found my thigh. bold.

"right, she's getting up. and she is not happy"

and now we're here.

her forehead flushed against mine, her breath hot against my lips. my eyes flickered from her cherry stained lips to her once ocean green eyes, now dark with lust.

"what did you think you were doing, my love?"

i cocked my head to the side, slightly raising an eyebrow. "i wasn't doing anything"

a grunt left my lips when i felt my legs getting kicked apart, nat slotting her thigh in between them. her hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to look at up at her helplessly.

my mouth flew open when i felt a sudden pressure pressed against my centre, a choked whimper leaving my mouth.

"so you weren't being a whore with that witch?"

another push against my centre.

fuck.

my hands grabbed onto the railing behind me, steadying myself when i felt my knees buckling just a little.

suddenly this elevator ride seem longer than usual. as if on cue, the elevator stops and the doors open with a ding. but natasha didn't move an inch.

"we're not leaving until you answer me, baby"

my mouth opened in an attempt to mutter an answer, but stopped myself when i heard a familiar buzzing sound.

no.

i looked down to the source of the sound, the little bullet vibrator in her hand just buzzing away.

"you brought that to the party?!"

she simply laughs as she lightly runs the toy up my exposed thigh, goosebumps rising on my skin. at this point, the doors have already closed and the elevator was stagnant.

"of course," she breathes out, lips threatening to touch mine, "i could never be too careful with you. just look at how you acted out tonight.."

she trails off, taking the toy away from my skin in sync. before i could stop myself, a pathetic whine left my lips at the loss of the sensation on my skin.

a low rumbling sound was heard from the elevator before it slowly started going up and before i could do anything else, natasha had managed to get her hand between my legs, pressing the vibrator straight against my pussy.

my eyes closed shut, my hand frantically finding hers in attempt to keep it there, "fuck, natty"

the fact that the elevator was moving meant that it was on its way to someone's floor, and that the door could open anytime for anyone to see us like this.

that thought alone sent shivers down my spine, and at this point i'm pretty sure i was soaked through.

"i wonder who we'll run into...." she trails off, her other hand running along my exposed stomach, and up my tube top, "who's gonna see you being played with like this"

oh god, fuck. the elevator slows down, and that's when i started panicking. "nat, stop," i whimpered helplessly, against my own inner wishes.

"say it."

i caved, "god, yes, i was– i was being a whore with wanda"

and almost immediately the buzzing between my legs stopped, and i fell limp as my knees gave way.

nat pulls my skirt back down, before looking at me with an adoring smile on her face, her hand coming up to tuck my messy hair behind my ear.

if it wasn't for my throbbing, pulsating centre right now, i probably would've swooned at the romantic gesture.

nat turns around just as the door opens and, and in comes steve.

"romanoff, y/l/n," he acknowledges with a nod as he presses the groundfloor button.

"rogers," nat says.

i, on the other hand, was cowering behind my girlfriend, still trying to catch my breath as quietly and as quickly as possible.

"wait– where are you guys headed?" the captain turns when he realises we didn't press a floor button.

nat laughs, "oh right, 14th floor please. thanks cap"

"wha– but you guys didn't–," the redhead cut the confused captain off, "don't ask questions you don't wanna know, rogers"

soon enough the lift reaches our floor, and nat links our arms together, essentially dragging me out of the cabin and leaving behind a very confused and disturbed captain america.

the moment our room door closed, natasha backs me up all the way till the back of my knee hits the side of our bed, "lie down, detka"

i did as told, scooting up so that i was in the middle of the bed and then looking up at her for further instructions. like a lost puppy.

"be a dear and take off your clothes, would you? leave the panties on"

her gentle voice trails off as she leaves the room, to god knows where. i quickly discarded my clothes, eager for her to do something, anything to me.

the throbbing between my legs seemingly became more and more distracting, when nat walks back in with familiar pink silk ropes in her hands.

"oh, fuck me," i mumbled to myself as scenes of what was in store for me tonight flashed through my mind.

the red head simply chuckles as she crawls onto the bed in front of me, "that's the plan, malyshka"

she stops as she reaches my thighs that were clenched together, and stares down at me, a satisfied smile on her face, "open up, baby"

and i did, whining slightly at the sticky feeling of my juices slick on my inner thighs. i heard natasha inhale a sharp breath as her eyes landed on the apex of my thighs, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth.

"god, if you weren't being such a whore tonight... would've eaten you out so good..." she mumbles as she runs a finger up my thigh, and to my covered slit.

my hips automatically bucked up when her finger grazed against my clit, an embarrassingly needy whimper leaving my mouth.

i watched as she collected my wetness with her finger and brought it to her mouth, a satisfied moan leaving her mouth as she tasted myself. i felt my head spinning, both at the sight in front of me and the fact that i'm not getting touched properly.

natasha moves up to straddle me, reaching out to tie my wrists to the headboard, "pull."

i tugged my hands against the restraints to test them, and it didn't budge. she leans down, a small smile on her face, "perfect, are you okay?"

i could only hum in approval, my eyes silently pleading her to give me what i need. she lowers her face even more so she was mere inches from mine.

i let out a shaky breath at our current position, wanting nothing more than her lips on mine. but i knew i was in no place to initiate anything.

"suddenly you're such a good girl, huh?" natasha breathes out against my lips, the back of her fingers brushing lightly against my temple.

my head leans into her touch, my eyes shutting momentarily as i embraced her gentle touch while i still have it.

"oh, the things i'd do to you.." she mumbles mostly to herself before finally capturing my lips with hers. i sighed against her lips, just slightly relieved.

the kiss was anything was soft, yet all it did was leave me wanting more. a whine automatically left my system when natasha pulled away, and i unconsciously tugged at the silk ropes in attempt to get closer to her.

"i need you, natty, please"

she simply chuckles at my begging, seemingly entertained as she moves further down so that she was eye level with my centre.

"you need me here, detka?" her soft voice fills my ear as she snaps my panties against my skin. i flinched, the feeling going straight to my pulsating core.

the familiar buzzing sound fills the room and i almost jumped in excitement, my legs having minds of their own and spreading wider for the redhead.

"my god, you're just a needy little slut, aren't you?" nat laughs dryly at my actions. i couldn't even bring myself to feel embarrassed.

i watched as she ran the vibrator up my inner thigh, and to my panty line, skipping right where i needed her. i bit down on my lip, struggling to stay still as i became more and more needy.

my head fell back to the pillow, defeated when i suddenly felt the vibrator being pressed right against my panty clad clit.

a loud gasp left my lips at the feeling, my hips bucking up into her hand.

"behave, malyshka," natasha warns, and i whimpered.

natasha ups the setting a notch, sending me into a complete frenzy. my hands grabbed onto the silk ropes, my back arching as i tried my best to stay still.

"fuuuuuck," i moaned out after a series of silent gasps, causing a satisfied smile on the redhead's face.

"does it really feel that good, baby?"

i nodded vigorously, the familiar coil in my stomach becoming tighter and tighter as nat moves the vibrator against my clit. and suddenly the feeling was gone.

before i could protest, nat was sitting up, "hold on just a second, love"

i watched as she moved to straddle me, her black lace panties now in full view for me. she pushes her panties to the side, exposing her already wet cunt and GOD when i tell you, i almost moaned at the sight.

"i wanna feel good too," she pouted mockingly before bringing the vibrator back to the small space between our centres.

"oh, god," she breathes out the moment she turns it back on.

i looked down to see her clit pushing against the vibrator that was on me, and i swear, i could've cum on the spot.

the vibration of the toy against my pussy, combined with the pressure nat was causing, made the tightening feeling in the pit of my stomach come back.

natasha was slowly grinding against the vibrator, letting out little pants here and there that were like music to my ears. the fact that i couldn't hold or touch her at all was driving me nuts.

at this point i could tell that nat was too engrossed in the pleasure she was receiving to pay attention to me. i bucked my hips up to meet hers, causing her to fall forward in a choked moan.

she unexpectedly grabs my face, looking at me dead in the eyes. "needy fucking bitch," she spat, causing me to moan as her words goes straight to my core.

"yeah? you like getting called a bitch?" she grinds down particularly harder after her question, both of us moaning at the feeling.

my mouth opened to answer her, but nothing came out. she just laughs mockingly at me, "aw, she can't even speak. are you gonna cum?"

i nodded, looking at her with pleading eyes, "please"

she lets go of my face only to give it a slap, completely catching me off guard. i unconsciously moaned at the sting, loving how rough she was with me.

"fuck, i'm coming too," she moaned as she continued grinding on the toy, chasing her orgasm, "wanna cum with me, baby?"

"please, please– i wanna cum with you, natty," i whined pathetically, feeling the waves about to crash anytime now.

my eyes rolled to the back of my head as natasha peppered kisses all over my neck and moves her mouth to my ear, moaning softly into it.

"now, detka"

the moment those words reached my ears, i finally let go, my back arching into natasha as i let the high take over. my mouth opened, silent gasps leaving my system as i come undone.

natasha falls limp on top of for a second before she gets up, looking at me with a small smile.

she moves back down to turn the vibrator off and chuck it aside.

"your panties' all ruined," she mocked as she runs a finger up and down my covered slit, causing my hips to twitch at the sensitivity.

"can you untie my hands please, they're starting to ache"

nat laughs, half in amusement and guilt, "i'm sorry, my love"

she reaches out to swiftly untie the knots. the moment my hands were free, i wasted no time before pulling her back down against me and crashing our lips together.

i felt her smile into the kiss, causing me to do the same. she pulls away first, breathing heavily as she looks down at me with a smile.

"i take that as a thank you?" she laughs, and i did too as i nodded in agreement.

i tugged my bottom lip between my teeth as i stared at my girlfriend's face. "you know me and wanda could never ever be a thing right?"

she simply snickers, looking back at me with a knowing smile.

"duh, i knew you were just trying to get in my pants"

i rolled my eyes in feign annoyance at her choice of words. "seems like you got into my pants first though," i retorted, playing along.

natasha narrowed her eyes as she nodded slowly, agreeing with me.

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At Her Altar, As Her Worship

Ever since your turning you have been succumbing to the cold. Your faithful mentor and vampiric 'mother,' Natasha would never allow it to happen.

Warnings: General blood themes because of vampires, Natasha gets bitten consentually on the breast by reader, reader drinks breast milk and blood, reader sucks on Natasha's breasts, no pronouns are used for reader, reader gets called little love, fluffiness, gave me a cavity💕

Note you do not have permission to translate and or repost this story thank you :)

Also in case it wasn't clear Natasha is reader's 'mother'(?) in this cause Nat turned them so she takes care of them :)❤️

The warmth from Natasha's skin felt as though it was sinking into your lips and aching fangs, warming the perpetual chill inside you. Her long soft red hair brushes against your cheeks.

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From your position buried in Natasha's neck you couldn't see her face, but the sweet lilt to her low humming said that Natasha was content. A callused hand gently cups the back of your head, before deft fingers begin to smooth down your baby hairs.

You could smell the sweet detergent clutching to her bare chest, a fluttery kiss pressed to your temple. The soft crackling of the ridiculously large victorian fire place popped gently in your ears as your head perks up shyly. Natasha's fond smile growing at the sight, her lullaby tapering off.

"Go on little love, just like how I taught you." The feeling of her full, plush breasts pressed against your shoulder and neck sent a warm flush to your ears.

You are guided toward her chest and pink perky nipples, your lips parting hesitantly. Gleaming fangs gently pierce the milky skin around her nipple before your mouth suckles on her breast. Warm blood with a slight tang and sweet milk flows into your awaiting mouth.

The unrelenting sour hunger finally eases and warmth flows into your previously stiff and chilly fingers. Eyes flutter as your mind grows warm, hazy and sleepy. Natasha rubs your back affectionately, beginning to hum another lullaby.

The Red Room (Part III)

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Summary:

❝a heart that’s been broken it’s a heart that’d been loved❞  

Y/n was stripped of her childhood, taken away from her mother, and forced to join The Red Room, where she met Natasha. But years later after Natasha’s escape, their path met again. Would they go back to what they had before or did everything crumpled down the day Natasha left?

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WARNING: contain smut

Chapter III - End Before The Start

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IM SORRY HOW LOBG AGO DID YOU WRITE THIS??? Its so good please- Bubba and peach thats so cute😭😭🥰

bleed all over me

a dark retelling of bleed it out through the perspective of the countess and her vampire daughter and their forbidden rendezvous...

mom vampire!natasha x daughter vampire!reader

warnings: INCEST, blood drinking, vampire au, mommy kink, innocence kink, and slight manipulation.

inspired by @seera-li :3

DO NOT READ if this offends or triggers you in the slightest, your media consumption is your own responsibility.

She had been ever so perfect, her little thing, her whole world. From the start of her life, to the moment she took her last breath, Natalia had always been there right by her side.

And when she cried wolf for her mother’s arms, the gentle call from her dying throat, she looked at the countess with eyes that only sparked the ever lasting joy of life.

Only then Natalia knew what she had to do. With skin pricked within seconds, blood cascaded down between the cracks of her lips and tongue, life forged itself back into her body as every bit of death seeped out of her bones.

When she had woken up hours later, seeking out for her mother’s arms bare in her nightgown, the countess spoke nothing but welcomed her with open arms. With her lips pressed against hers, tiny little whispers of life sparked once again between them.

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She had missed this; the very love her mother had given her even way before her succumbing to death. Every kiss, every reassurance of her love, through the moans and whimpers while Natalia had her daughter between slender fingers.

While for now, she seeks out comfort from her, sat comfortably in her lap as the older woman brushed her silken hair through fibres, a moment passes between the two.

When Natalia finishes and settles the brush beside their table, she finds her daughter’s eyes seeking for her. Those wide doe things, staring at her with so much life and adoration, much more to experience in the many centuries they have to live.

“When was the last you had fed, peach?” Something swells in Natalia when she finds her flushing under the nickname. It had always been the name she had called her before she had fatefully died that night. Ever since, always since, it evoked the very same reaction.

She shrugs in response to her mother’s question, a purse to her lips as she twirls an unruly lock of Natalia’s red hair. Mumbles an answer once she finds the courage to: “Not sure.”

The older woman raises a brow at her, finds her trailing her gaze away from her own green ones before Natalia sighs and draws her chin up.

“It’s been weeks, love bug.” She frowned under her mother’s tone. “You know how I feel about feedings.”

She barely even found the courage to look up, but when Natalia gripped her chin a little harder, she bit her lip and found striking green eyes staring right back at her.

“Not that hungry, I guess.” She gave a poor shrug to mask the hunger that rumbled through her stomach. Natalia didn’t need to be creature of such to figure out the craving present in her daughter’s lips.

“Love bug?”

“Mmh?”

Natalia looked at her lovingly, eyes soft and gentle, yet still there was some firmness behind them that spoke of no room for argument.

She frowned and snaked her arms around the countess’ neck, grinding herself further and harder against her lap to feel the friction present between her legs.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, mama.”

The redhead looked at the smaller woman in her lap, rubbing an comforting hand over her bare arm as she sighed and drew her head up. She trailed her eyes away.

“You could never hurt me, love bug, you know this.” She cooed softly, just as her fingers mocked her own words against her skin. “Come closer, sweetheart.” She helped her scoot over. “I trust you. Always.”

And when the countess swept the long locks of hair away from one side of her shoulder, baring her pulsing neck to her daughter, Natalia waited for her to make the first.

While hesitant and doubtful, she inched closer to her mother’s waiting arms and ducked her head to where her pulse laid. Only then, revealing shimmering sharp teeth, she leaned close until they pricked her fragile pale skin to reveal crimson blood to her tongue.

When blood coated her buds, she moaned and softly whimpered against her mother’s skin. There was a moment of serenity between the silence, a moment of calm, sweet tang and bittersweet on her tongue. And when her quenching thirst was fulfilled, tummy satisfied and eyes fluttered closed, she pulls away from her mother’s beating neck.

Her teeth retract and Natasha thumbs at the blood that corners at her lips and licks it away. The countess grins at her daughter’s skin, what was once pale now blooming with life.

She cupped her cheek and found her eyes dazed in such euphoria, almost orgasmic and Natasha remembers the very first she had made her daughter cum. Such a frail little girl, she had been so innocent and unaware, wonderful and submissive, all her’s.

“You alright, bubba?” She swept the hair that framed her face. “Feel better now?”

She gave her mother a nod and sighed, a smile blooming on her blood stained lips. “Thank you, mama.”

Natasha grinned and melted into her embrace. Always and forever, anything for her little girl.

Period Pains

Natasha x Reader

Notes: Made this because I'm in bed wishing I had a girlfriend to come cuddle me

Word Count: 1k

You can feel the disappointment settled deeply in your bones the moment you wake up. The unsettling feeling low in your abdomen causes you to sigh. It’s a frustrating feeling and you should be used to it by now. Yet it never seems to stop bothering you. You reach across the bed to feel for Natasha only to be met with nothing. She must be out training. You sit up slowly, hoping to ease the pain in your belly, as you try to wake up enough to go to the bathroom. Another month. Another week of pain. You plant your feet on the ground, hands pressed against the bed, as you push yourself to a standing position. You shuffle the few feet across the room to reach the bathroom. You reach under the bathroom sink to find a sanitary napkin before dropping down onto the toilet seat. You swipe at the tears in your eyes at the sight of blood in your panties. It shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn't be this way. Deciding that you feel icky, a shower is the only way to get you feeling decent enough.

You stand again, flushing the toilet behind you before walking over to the shower. You turn it to the hottest setting you can stand before tossing the panties and your sleep shorts into the nearby hamper. You wait for the water to heat up before stepping under the shower. You can barely stand and everything feels unstable. Your head hurts, your breasts are tender, your legs feel shaky beneath you. You make quick work of cleaning yourself, hoping to alleviate some of the pain in your lower back as the water rains down on you.

Natasha will be home soon. Then she can come and lay with you. All you want is Tasha.

You step out of the shower to wrap yourself in a towel rushing to your bedroom to put on a pair of panties and the sanitary napkin. You’re not even going to try tampons. No matter how many times people recommend it having something inside of you seems to hurt. So you stick to pads. It’s a simple step and you toss the wrapper in the trash. You avoid looking at yourself in the mirror. Everything hurts. You try not to think too hard as you reach inside of the medicine cabinet for extra strength Midol. The only thing that makes periods bearable for you. You pop open the packaging, pushing the pills into your mouth, before turning on the sink. You cup your hands under the running water to sip the water. It’s enough for you to swallow and you do so with a frown.

Giving one final glance to the bathroom to make sure it’s clean, you rush back into your bedroom. You dig through Natasha’s drawer for one of her oversized t-shirts. It used to be Clint’s but now it’s hers. It smells like her laundry detergent and it brings you comfort while you wait for her. You stretch it over your head straightening it down your body. You don’t care about pants right now. It would only annoy you to have the fabric over your sensitive skin right now. You crawl into the middle of the bed pulling the covers over your head. You just want to sleep.

You don’t realize that you actually do fall asleep until Natasha is brushing her fingers along your face. She whispers for you to wake up and you do with a whimper. The pain comes back at you full force as you blink your eyes open.

“Hey, J.A.R.V.I.S. informed me you weren’t feeling well,” She speaks in a hushed tone. Her brows knit with concern and she gestures to the tea and hot water bottle sitting on the nightstand. “I brought reinforcements.” She says.

“Yeah,” You whimper again tears shining in your eyes now. “Hold me?” You ask. You don’t care how you look. You’re in pain and you want her. Natasha doesn’t hesitate to crawl into bed. You lift, waiting expectantly for her to find a good position, and that’s when you notice what she’s wearing. A simple black tank top, no bra, and biker shorts. She must have showered when she got here. She pulls you into her arms as she lies against the pillows. She reaches with her left hand to grab the hot water bottle pressing it against your back. You flinch slightly before sighing in relief at your aching muscles fighting against the heat.

“You got your period?” She guesses and you nod against her collarbone. She kisses the top of your head. She knows the first few days of your period leave you practically bedridden. She rubs her thumb soothingly against your bare arm under the sleeve of your shirt. You listen to her breathing for a few seconds finding the constant beating almost lullaby-like.

“I’m sorry, Tasha.” You say suddenly. “It’s not fair.” You press your face further into her body clutching her shirt between your fingers as another wave of cramps hits you. She knows what you mean.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” She soothes. “We can try again.” She promises. “If you want. Only if you want.” She says. She’s so understanding. She’s always so understanding with you. You close your eyes, trusting her to keep you safe, as you try to relax.

Natasha’s hand that had been rubbing your arm travels down your body and under your t-shirt. She reaches just slightly under the waistband of your panties, pausing her fingers when you tense under her. You’re sensitive but you nod against her to continue. She presses just slightly on the skin there. Right, where you feel the most pain. She massages gently and you whine. Her touches are gentle and caring as she tries to alleviate some of the pain you’re feeling. It seems to be working as you feel the muscles under her fingers relax just slightly.

“I love you,” You whisper to her.

“I love you too,” She whispers back.

Y/n: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Natasha: You mean literally or figuratively? Y/n: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

Casual dating

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Word count: 2795

Genre: fluff/a lillllll bit of angst

Request: yes

Warnings: slight mention of eating disorder + over exercising

A/n: I HAVE RETURNED. Just when you thought you had gotten rid of me I jump right back like a boomarang. Fun fact, we had a boomarang and I wasn't allowed to throw it because it was 'decorative' or something so I pushed a chair over to where it was hung on the wall, smuggled it out to my garden and threw it. It didn't come back to me but its probably because my technique was off right? It also has a tiny dent in the back where I threw it too hard and it bounced on the apple tree.

You and Natasha were casually dating. It's what you had both agreed because why put a label on something when it might not even last due to busy schedules? It was a mutually shared idea that had popped up on the second date.

The two of you were sitting, eating candy floss with a large stuffed bear sitting between the two of you.

"Nata-"

"So I've bee-" You both started to speak at the same time, laughing gently when you realised what you had done.

"You go." You said.

"No it's okay. You go first."

"Okay... How do you feel about all this?" You waved your hand between the two of you, accidentally hitting the bear over the head.

"It's nice. It's good." Natasha said. "I don't think I want to..." She trailed off, biting the inside of her lip as her eyes darted about slightly. She was nervous.

"Label it?"

Natasha's eyes were drawn back to you, her head hung a little in shame as she slowly nodded.

"Thank god." You breathed out, tension releasing from your shoulders. "Me neither. I'm happy with just casual dating."

"Exactly!" Natasha was a lot more animated once she realised her views were shared. "Besides, I'm an avenger and you're an agent, it's easier if we keep it casual so we don't feel pressure to constantly be with each other."

"I'm so glad you said that! I've been stressed about this since you first asked me out on the first date." You smiled easily, the both of you content to not force yourselves into a relationship.

~~~~~

That was 3 months ago and in that time you had been on one other date. Sometimes you wondered if the reason you were both so happy to not get into a serious relationship all those nights ago was because neither of you had anything to base a stable relationship off of. Your parents were emotionally distant and so you became hyper independent from a young age. Of course it was nothing compared to Natasha's experiences in the Red room but it certainly wasn't a walk in the park. In fact, if you really thought hard, you couldn't think of one real relationship you had been in. Sure you dated, had sex, and led people on for a mission but you had never had someone to call your own, never had a significant other. Hell, you didn't even really know what your sexuality was because of the lack of real relationships you had. While you had only had one other date with Natasha, it didn't stop you from being tangled in each other's limbs at least twice a week. You had a free day and you were sure Natasha did too so you sent her a quick text asking if she wanted to go out that evening, or even afternoon, before getting back to training.

You had finished your training session 3 and half hours later and still had no answer. You figured you must have read her schedule wrong which was entirely possible considering you literally just glanced at it. You chugged some water as you made your way to the showers. It was there that you saw a flash of red hair and you followed it.

"Hey Nat."

"Y/n"

"Did you get the text? I was wondering if you wanted to go out on another date tonight."

Natasha let out the tiniest sigh and you watched her tense up. You thought that she probably didn't want you to notice but you did. You bit the inside of your cheek, maybe you were being too needy. Yes. Definitely too needy.

"Actually never mind! Enjoy your shower." You spun on your heel and got into a shower.

~~~~~

You thought about the interaction the whole way home, hearing your phone buzz multiple times but ignoring it because you were a nice, safe, driver. Well that and because SHIELD had fitted a black box into your car after you got one too many speeding tickets. Those totally weren't your fault though, you had to save the cat. The fines for knocking off the occasional cyclist might have been a little more your fault. You grabbed your phone as soon as you were parked and saw that the messages were from Natasha and they weren't all that nice.

The other spider: we literally just went on a date a few weeks ago

The other spider: I thought this was supposed to be casual dating

The other spider: cause this doesn't seem very casual to me.

You felt your chest tighten unexpectedly as your eyes began to burn the tiniest bit. You clenched your jaw. You survived two parents who didn't want a child and multiple near fatal injuries.

Y/n: You're right. I'll see you Monday.

There was no way you were spending your Friday night in.

~~~~~

One of the benefits of being a super secret agent, was the lean body you were forced to have. Now, don't misunderstand, you hated working out with a passion. It often reminded you of a dark time in your past where you would over-exercise and under eat because all you could see in the mirror was someone that wasn't really there. It wasn't even that you thought you were overweight, you just wanted to see how slim and muscular you could go.

Still, when your physique meant you could get a date in less than 12 hours, you were inclined to be a little kinder to yourself. His name was Dave? Darron? Derrick? It didn't matter. He was hot and you were bored. You had arranged to meet at a small diner you had never been to before. Yes, you knew it was a little more dangerous but you had most likely killed men bigger than him with little more than a lanyard so you figured you were pretty safe. The date itself was rather boring but it did the job and got you out the house. The was nothing particularly wrong with the man, if anything he was rather sweet. He didn't seem to realise his good looks and you wondered if he had only recently grown into them. He was the perfect gentleman and in a different life, you could see him making you happy. Seeing Peter and MJ was rather cute too. Peter blushed profusely when he saw you there too but you just laughed, patting him gently on his back when he made you promise not to tell Mr Stark.

You left the diner with no intention to go on a second date.

~~~~~

It was Saturday evening, two weeks after the date with Darren? and you were bored again. Natasha had been on a mission all week and so you sent her a text, asking if she wanted to have a chill drive-in date. You added on the end that there was no pressure if she was too tired.

You were left on seen.

You weren't too sure why you kept trying with Natasha. If it had been anyone else, you would have gotten the message and fucked off. Maybe it was because Natasha was a woman? Maybe you were only attracted to women. With this newfound need to test out your hypothesis, you got back on your phone.

This time, it took you 5 hours to find someone to go on a date with. The sayings weren't wrong, lesbians really do move fast. You were dressed up and ready to go, having both decided to meet at a local coffee shop only a few blocks away from the SHIELD agency. This was done strategically as you were technically supposed to be working but it was your lunch break so fuck 'em. Sophie? Sandra? Sapphire? was nice. She laughed at your jokes and told jokes that made you laugh too, she insisted to pay and pouted when you snuck your card over the card reader. You were having a fun time and didn't notice a pair of green eyes burn into you. You cut the date shorter than your counterpart would have liked but you were already running late for work.

Perhaps it wasn't the gender, perhaps it was the fact none of them were ex-assassins with fiery red hair and a personality to match. Perhaps you couldn't remember any of their names because they weren't called Natasha.

Once again, you had no intention of going on a second date.

~~~~~

The change in Natasha was noticeable. Perhaps only noticeable to Clint and possibly Tony, but it was noticeable. She was quieter but not in her normal brooding spy way. She was a loud sort of quiet. The kind of quiet you are when you have millions of thoughts buzzing about your head. Natasha had many more than millions of thoughts and none of them were nice. She knew what casual dating entailed and she knew you were more than within your right to date someone else, as was she, but the burn when she saw you with Sophia made her feel sick. Natasha didn't like people eating her cereal, she didn't like people stealing her weapons and she most certainly didn't like people having you. As a person who grew up with barely any possessions, it had made Natasha jealous and possessive. Normally she could hide it. Normally it was over normal things, like socks. But normally, it didn't involve people. She was confused. She was overjoyed when you felt the same way about casual dating but seeing you with someone else made her feel a possessiveness that she hadn't felt since Stark had tried to take the last serving of golden boulders. She knew you weren't a cereal, that you were a person but when she saw you with someone else, all she could think was how much you were hers.

~~~~~

You were invited to a Stark party by an anonymous source. You had little to no idea who it could be. If it was Natasha, she would have just texted you and you weren't very close to any of the other Avengers. You didn't really care though, just happy to let loose as everyone knew that Stark's parties were infamous for their freeing atmosphere.

Turns out, the anonymous source failed to mention it was a rather intimate party with only the core Avengers, Maria, and Carol. You wondered, as you scanned the room quickly, whether or not it was too late for you to sneak back out. Unfortunately it was as Peter spotted you and enthusiastically waved you over to the group.

"Y/n! You made it!" Peter's exclamation made Natasha's head snap around.

"Shouldn't you be studying for a test?"

"Shouldn't you be going to less shady places for dates?"

You raised an eyebrow. Oh. So spidey boy wanted to play did he? You gave him a smug smirk and watched as he realised what he had just said "And how do you know about the shady places I go on dates young Peterson?"

"I- um- well-"

"How many other 'dates' have you been on?" Perhaps if Natasha was in a better state of mind, she would have asked it with a faux nonchalance but she was far too hurt for that.

"What's with the inverted commas? They were dates." You were a little upset that Natasha didn't think you were going on real dates.

"Sure."

"What, don't believe me?"

Natasha let out a short breath of air "No."

Your jaw clenched in a way that Natasha found delicious and she found herself momentarily forgetting why you were arguing until she then remembered that others may have seen your clenched jaw and thought the exact same thing she just thought. It made her blood boil ten times hotter than it already was.

"I thought you guys were dating?" Steve said, confusion written all over his face.

"Casually. Although right now, it doesn't seem very casual to me." You threw back the words that Natasha had texted you all those weeks ago, putting a little bite into them.

Natasha visibly tensed up as she realised just how neglectful she had been. She thought back to all the times you had asked her out and it made her feel sick. Her face slid from shock, to realisation, to guilt, to sadness all within a matter of milliseconds before finally resting on careful neutrality. "Well maybe we shouldn't casually date anymore."

"Just what I was thinking." You were not, however, thinking the same thing. Natasha meant it as 'we should stop casually dating so you can be my girlfriend and I can leave my mark all over you so no one ever even thinks of you without realising you're not single again' and you meant it as 'we should stop casually dating because you're slowly ripping out my heart and it's scaring me because you don't feel the same way I do.'

Normally, Wanda kept others thoughts from wandering into her head but she was a little more than slightly tipsy and both your thoughts were very loud.

"Wait nooo." Wanda's words slurred together as she grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting up. She tugged you, trying to get you to lean closer but underestimated her strength, causing you to fall into her.

Natasha let out the most animalistic sound you had ever heard from a human. You had never heard anyone growl before and Natasha had never done it before but she was too mad to even realise what she had just done.

"Relaxxxx. I'm fixing it." Wanda waved Natasha off "Who do you think invited them anyway?"

You looked at Wanda in confusion. "But we don't even know each other."

"No." Wanda giggled. "But Peter and Clint were worried and Tony was sick of walking on eggshells around Natasha and Steve was tired of not knowing what was going on and-"

"Okay" You laughed, cutting her off. "What's your point sweetheart?"

"Natasha lovessss youuuu" Wanda giggled, her head rolling back as she looked up at the ceiling. "Come on guyssss its time for the birdies to sort themselves out."

"Birdies?" Thor looked over at her in confusion. "There are no birds here."

"She means lovebirds Thor." Carol laughed.

"How does a woman who's spent less time here than you know more?" Maria laughed as she ushered the others out, grabbing Carol's hand.

You looked over at Natasha once they had all left. "...What?"

"I thought we were saying we shouldn't casual date anymore?"

"Well me too."

"So why were you all over Wanda like a rash?"

"...I'm sorry, what? When you said 'no more casual dating', what did you mean?"

"Well I was asking you to date me properly, so I could be your girlfriend... What did you think I meant?"

"I thought you meant we had to stop doing this."

"Oh."

You both sat there in silence until you realised that your silence could be interpreted as not wanting to have her as your girlfriend.

"That's much better than what I was thinking."

Natasha gave you a light smile, her eyes searching yours for any signs that you might be lying.

You knew that she might need some encouragement to show her that you were telling the truth so you continued. "I want to see you most days. I want to label this."

"I want to see you every day Y/n. I want to wake up next to you and fall asleep next to you. When I saw you with Sophia..."

"Who?"

Natasha looked at you blankly. "What do you mean 'who'? The woman you were out with at the coffee place."

"So that was her name..."

"I seriously cant believe you... I literally stalked that woman and her family and you didn't even remember her name!" Natasha looked exasperated.

"...Well she wasn't you..."

Natasha closed the space between you until you were both inches away from each other. "Can I kiss you?" You nodded as she surged forwards and captured your lips with hers.

It was vaguely strange that she asked for permission this time when you had kissed each other so many times before. You only realised why, when you noticed that the pace of this kiss was different. It was slower, like she was taking her time memorising every little line on your lips and every tiny ridge in your mouth. Natasha asked permission because it was her strange, completely Natasha way of asking if you were okay with her. With being in a relationship. You melted instantly and your heart swelled. It was then that you realised that no matter how badly your parents had fucked you up, how badly the Red room had fucked up Natasha, that the two of you had found each other and were prepared to heal together.

to play the fool pt 2

| natasha x fem!reader |

warnings: injuries, idiots, claustrophobia tw

a/n: I know I wrote this but DAMN just kiss already

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