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stark-lupin · 4 years

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Photographs (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Nat x Reader

Idk what this is but it is very sad smh.

Y/F/N = Your Father´s Name. italic is the flashback

They were gone, your parents. The three of you always were close, they supported you, no matter what. You wanted them back, just so you could spend more time with them again. Your job as Avenger took so much time of your days, and when you had a day off you wanted nothing but sleep.

You feel a hand slip in your, intertwining your fingers. You look up to see the most beautiful green eyes look back at you, your fiancé looked lovingly yet slightly concerned at you. She loved your parents as well. And they loved Natasha like she was their daughter.

You know she´s trying to be strong for you, she knows how much it pains her, so she can´t even imagine the amount of pain you feel.

You get lost in her eyes as you get flashbacks from the day you introduced Nat to your family years ago.

Your very nervous girlfriend of 6 months comes in the room in a red, lovely, short (not too short), summer dress with flowers on it.

“Hey, do I look good enough for your parents” she asked, rather anxiously. You pecked her lips softly, while cupping her cheeks, you look her in the eyes and tell her that she looks perfectly fine, no matter what she would wear, your family would love her, you knew it.

After a bit more of you convincing her, you were ready to go. You wore a black top, with a red and black flannel shirt, black ripped jeans and your converse, you weren´t the kind of person to wear shorts. You grabbed your leather jacket and Nat´s hand, gave it a peck and went outside to your car.

The ride to the family barbecue was nice, as usual, the two of you conversed a bit, music always running in the background.

You arrived at your parent´s house just an hour later, arriving exactly at the time you mom told you to. Your other relatives were yet to come, which gave your parents and Nat the opportunity to get to know each other a bit.

You took her hand once again in yours and lead her into the backyard, where your parents were still preparing everything a bit. As soon as you walked in Sammy started to bark. Your beloved Husky, well it really is your parent´s. You patted his head a bit and he turned to Natasha, tail still wagging happily. Natasha bent down and patted him as well.

“Well aren´t you a good, pretty boy huh?” she cooed at him, which caused his tail to wag even more. You smiled and mock offendedly said “And here I was thinking you are MY girlfriend.”. She smiled as well and turned to you, you kissed her forehead and were about to go to greet your parents, as you heard your mother´s voice.

“Y/F/N they´re here! Come outside.” Your dad being the man he is simply asked who, but walked out with your mother, nevertheless.

You met them in the middle, while you expected your mother to greet you instantly with her motherly hug, she turned and greeted Natasha, catching her off guard, but after a moment of realization she hugged back. You and your dad shared a look and hugged as well, you loved his hugs, they always made you feel safe.

Breaking apart your dad told your mother to cool down and let Natasha arrive properly, saying she was probably scaring the poor girl off. Your mother then stopped caressing Natasha´s cheeks and turned to give you a hug, while scolding your father and defending herself that she was just complimenting their daughter´s lover. With a roll of his eyes he chuckled and gave Natasha a gentle hug as well, she returned it immediately, getting that your family is one for those.

The four of you finished preparing everything and slowly the other parts of your rather big family started to turn up. After a while your cousins arrived with their kids, who were more than happy to see you.

Everyone was being very welcoming to Nat. You both appreciated that, even though you didn´t doubt that one second. Natasha even seemed to enjoy this family gathering, that surprised you a little, not too much.

Everyone chatted happily and time moved fast. Everyone was now gathered on the several sofas, chairs and the floor, around the fireplace, you sat on a sofa with Natasha in your lap and a beer in your hand, taking a swig every now and then. Listening to a story one of the kids told you.

The air started to freshen. The kids now all inside either playing or sleeping. While the adults kept on chatting happily. You noticed Natasha shiver slightly and took off your leather jacket and put it around her shoulders.

Time was still moving on so fast and soon it grew a little quieter, even Natasha got really quiet, cuddled up into you. Deep in a conversation with your father about settling down and starting a family. You would love that, but the world needed you and Natasha so that would have to wait.

“Dad I really think she is the one. Each minute that passes I love her more. I would get her the moon if that is what she wanted. She makes me feel so light and down to earth. She is my safe zone dad, I love her.”. He smiled at you and nodded at Nat. She fell asleep, just like Sammy, who was curled up at your feet.

When you looked at the Russian beauty, she was fast asleep, looking as peaceful as ever. Your dad handed you a blanket and you lied it on top of the two of you. You kissed her forehead and whispered an “I love you” in her hair. And then went back to talking to your family. What you didn´t notice, was that your mom took a picture of you two.

Eventually you grew tired as well and your parents insisted that the two of you should spend the night here. The sofa in the living room was free, big and comfy enough for one night and apparently, they still had few t-shirts and sweatpants and your old favorite hoodie, so you didn´t have to sleep in a jean and a flannel.

After a bit of them convincing you, you agreed and said your good nights, picked Natasha up and carried her inside, she had to sleep very well, because usually she would wake up at that. You laid her on the sofa, got something to wipe off her makeup and did so. Then you changed her into a pair of sweats and one of your t-shirts and tucked her in. After you got changed you joined her. You slung your arms around her, kissed her neck and fell asleep.

You were broken out of your trance like state, when you felt someone cupping your cheek and wiping away tears, you didn´t realize you shed.

You tried to smile at the person that you loved so much but only managed a pained very little smile. The assassin took your hand in hers yet again and continued to draw patterns on the back of your hand.

After burying them and your very emotional speech, your whole family went to a restaurant to eat. Everyone chatted and several times someone came up to you and hugged you, intentionally making you feel better, but really it just made you miss them more.

You frown after you realized that, meanwhile you were talking to someone who came to you to tell you they´re sorry and whatnot, Nat left your side. Looking around the room you spot the redhead talking to the kid you talked to at the party.

The little boy seemed to tell her a story and Natasha smiled at him the best she could. Nodding every now and then and looking genuinely interested.

You decided to join them, so you went over to where they are stood. You slipped your hand in Nat´s and greeted them. Suspiciously your cousin´s little son ran off after telling Nat to stick to the plan. And not after telling you that you should retie your tie. You tried to but failed miserably.

Natasha saw that you started to grow frustrated and did it for you. When she was done, she kissed your lips, lingering there for a moment, then she pulled away. But you could still feel them. She studied your eyes and then started to make her way over to the exit.

God, she knew exactly that you couldn´t stand to be here for another minute. She led you to your car and got in the driver’s seat. You were beyond exhausted, so you fell asleep rather quickly, thinking you would drive home, which would take some time.

To say it confused you when Natasha woke you up just 20 minutes later was an underestimation. When you looked outside you realized where you were. In front of your childhood home. She got out first, coming to your door to get you out, you were once again in a trance like state. But you managed to pull out of it as you felt the cold January wind hit you in the face.

You walked in; the door already unlocked because Nat went ahead. Sammy, who was a lot older now as well came to greet you. He could tell you were sad. So, he licked your hand, which was just hanging by your side as you stood under the doorframe.

It still smelled like them; everything basically was the way they left it, that means that Nat, who was coming here to feed Sammy and walk him and take care of him every day, did a good job. You would have to thank her for that later.

Meanwhile Nat was here taking care of the Husky, you stayed at the Avengers compound, most of the time on the sofa staring off space. Wanda checked on you, so did Tony and Steve but you just waved them off. Wanda knew what you felt, and it made her sad. But the three of them promised you fiancé to take care of you. Made sure you ate and slept and showered and didn´t let yourself down. They did a relatively good job.

But now you both were here. Alone in a house that feels like home but also strange. You went to find her.

On the sofa was where you found her. She had something in her hands. She looked at you, telling you to take a seat, you did.

A photo album was in her hands. You didn´t know that one though. The two of you opened the book, your mother´s neat handwriting saying, “Happy Marriage”, beneath it both of their handwritings with their signatures.

You teared up, a few tears dropping on the book.

The two of you cuddled up and kept on going through it, picture after picture, most of them were secretly taken of you and Natasha. Some of them with your parents in it. Under many pictures was a little text saying something about the day or the picture.

The very last picture was taken years ago, the two of you on the sofa, cuddled up, sleeping. It was the same night your mother took the other picture outside by the fireplace, that one was next to it.

“Y/N you told me that you think she is the one, your mother and I think the same. We know that Natasha will always love you and protect you. You two belong together. With lots of love, dad” …”Ouch your mom slapped my arm because I didn´t write that we both love the two of you, BUT THAT`S OBVIOUS”. You could almost hear him chuckle after that. You would have laughed at that, if you didn´t feel sobs racking through your body and Natasha´s.

You felt home in her arms, even more in this house. You both cried for a while until you calmed down and started talking about moving into this house and having barbecues here. And doing anything to honour them.

Natasha fell asleep, cuddled up to you, your arms slanged around her, you kissed her neck, told her you love her and fell asleep.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #avengers x reader

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milkkygirls · 4 years

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in all her beauty. (sam winchester.)

!lowercase intended!

summary: after a tough hunt and y/n getting pretty beat up from it, sam convinces his special girl that she’s still beautiful. even with all her cuts, bruises, and scars.

warnings: soft!smut (thigh riding, oral, penetration.) fem!reader, reader self-doubting herself, nudity, language, unprotected sex, some violence, angst, my dyslexic ass writing. (this isn’t set in any particular season— but its season one sam look since i’m a whore for it 😔)

wc: 2,638.

author’s note: i love sammy so much and him in soft smut is just my fave i had to write one! this is also mostly from sam’s pov!!! (i’d also like to bring up that english isn’t my first language! so if there’s any mistakes, i apologize.)

He always reminded her that her battle scars were beautiful. That they gave her the tough personality she only exuded when she fought the supernatural. She was shy, calm, collected, and most importantly, compassionate. Sam admired her strength through the tough times they went through on the road, and even before she met them. He could always have an intelligent conversation with her, talk to her about his feelings and just how he was in general. She was a good listener like that, she also gave great advice when he needed it.

At the same time she could also be a free spirit. She had told him once that she wished she was a bird, a bird that could just fly away when things got too hard and almost broke her, but he reassured her he would be the hands that held her like delicate porcelain. In the three years they’d spent together, he loved her more than she could ever imagine, there simply weren’t enough words in any sort of dictionary that he could accurately string together to tell her his love for her.

So when this recent fight got down and dirty he was worried, watching the love of his life, his soulmate, be thrown around the room like she was nothing by talking he wretched demon. But when the demon grabbed her by her neck and nearly squeezed the life out of her was enough to make him feel feral. He wanted to rip the demon’s vessel apart with his bare hands and vanquish the impurity. When he said what she called his “magic words” and all-too-familiar black smoke fled. He ran to her side, clutching her tightly as she coughed, violently almost.

He picked her up, protectively against his chest. Her feet dangled and her arms wrapped around him securely as he jogged as fast as he could to the impala, sitting with her in the backseat, calling for his brother. The eldest Winchester hurried and drove off, his prized car’s tires screeching against the asphalt at Sam’s impatience to get back to the Motel.

The motel was crappy, run down, but Y/N still managed to find something charming about the water stained ceiling and probably century old bedding. She was hurt, but had made Sam promise not to take her to a hospital. She may have hunted ghouls and demons for a living, things that only people had bad dreams about, but hospitals gave her the heebie jeebies. Something about them being so pristine in a place filled with death, a place where the reaper lurked, was unsettling to say the least.

Sam carried her into the motel, placing her down on the bed closest to the door. She smiled despite her busted lip, throbbing pain shooting through her face at the curling of her lips, “I can still walk Sammy.” She said softly, pulling her hair out of her ponytail and slowly (yet painfully) peeling her jacket off and tossing it to the ground. “I-I know, I just wanted to help you.” was all Sam said in response.

They both knew Dean would be gone awhile, going to the local bar to drown his problems in whiskey while talking nonsense to the poor bartender. “I’m gonna take a bath..would you mind helping me wash my hair?” She asked, standing up and looking up at Sam.

He towered over her, her gentle giant as she called him lovingly. He nodded in agreement and kissed the top of her head, watching as she took off her boots by the bed and walked into the bathroom. He followed when he heard the faucet turn on, opening the discolored white bathroom door to see her taking her pants off, kicking them to the side and next her shirt, tossing them into a pile before climbing into the tub.

The tub was cold, gave her goosebumps as the hot water helped her adjust to the difference in surface temperatures. She sighed in a relaxed tone and waded her fingers through the water, turning up to look at a flustered Sam. “What? Never seen a naked lady?” She teased and he shook his head with a chuckle, laying the jacket he had already taken off onto the counter before kneeling down.

He was at eye level with her now, his hazel eyes staring into her e/c ones. He noticed the bruise that formed around her left eye, and the dark purple one that ran around her neck. He leaned forward to give her the most delicate of kisses on her lip, to which she winced softly at the throbbing from it being busted. He chuckled again and looked down at his shoes, “Sorry, I forgot its fresh.”

“The pain doesn’t matter as long as I get to still be here with you.” She gave him a warm smile, handing him a cup that had been on the sides of the tub. He filled it to the brim with water from the tub, pouring it over her scalp. The quiet moan of pleasure that escaped her lips at the feeling of hot water washing away the dirt, blood, and grime from her skin was something Sam would have been ashamed to admit made him hard. She giggled,despite her physical health circumstances, and wiped the water away from her eyes, “You’re tense Sam.”

He knew exactly what she was talking about. She had known (and slept with) the youngest Winchester long enough to know when his blood was running south. He gulped and massaged her scalp, a little favor he did in return for all the times he’d lay his head in her lap on a tough night and have her fingers brush his worries away. She hummed in delight at this, enjoying the way the now warm water felt along the grooves of her back.

After her hair was good and washed, she stood up, baring all her shamless naked glory infront of Sam. She winked at him and reached for the towel, wrapping it around her body. But her teasing had made her forget about the pain that coursed through her sore muscles, but it returned when she tried to step over the tub edge, wincing until Sam hoisted her up and over, her soaked feet hitting the stained and cracked tiles and even leaving some patches of damp on his shirt.

Y/N followed Sam back to the main room of their motel room, rummaging through her bag to pull out a pair of underwear and her favorite shirt of Sam’s: the purple dog shirt. It always fit him snuggly, hugged his muscles in all the right places. But her? It swallowed her whole, drapped off her frame like a loose dress. She crawled into the creaky bed, her head planting itself firmly in the pillow as she watched Sam get undressed.

He was gorgeous. She always thought of him as a sculpture that was carved with the delicate accuracy that ancient Greek’s had. He was chiseled. A God in her eyes. “If I didn’t know better i’d you were watching me.” He said, a smirk curled on his lips as he plopped into the bed, pulling her as close and fast as he possibly could without hurting her. A rosey tint dusted onto her cheeks and she buried her face into the crook of his neck as a response. He chuckled, rubbing circles onto her back, feeling the bumpiness of the scars that resided there. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He mumbled. She lifted her head, a quirked eyebrow. “Only everyday Sammy.” She responded. She pressed a kiss to his jawline, nipping at the skin and making him shudder.

His hand instinctively grabbed a hold of her waist, pulling her flush against him. The lack of barrier between her breasts and his chest was criminal. He wanted to eat her up right there, give her the best night of her life, but he didn’t wanna hurt her in the slightest. She didn’t want to be treated like a piece of glass though, she just wanted him to handle her without breaking her. She noticed his distraction with her chest and took the moment to kiss him. She ignored the pain in her lip, feeling as his lips molded perfectly against her own, relishing in the feeling of his fingers brushing through her hair.

Like an instinct, Sam pulled her on top of him, so she was straddling him, most importantly, straddling his thigh. She broke the kiss and gave him a confused look, resting her hands on his chest. “What’re you doing?” She wondered, staring into those hazel eyes with curiosity. He sighed and sat up more, grabbing her hands from his chest and interwining his fingers with her own. “You’re hurt and I don’t wanna hurt you more. So I wanna try something new.” He stated and her eyebrow quirked once more.

“Sam Winchester, are you asking me to ride your thigh?”

“Uh..yeah. Like your life depends on it.”

She was surprised to say the least, the blush creeping back onto her cheeks. He noticed this and his eyes widened slightly, “Only if you want to, that is.” He stated once again and she closed her eyes, letting out a deep exhale.

“You have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this.” Her looking directly into his eyes after this made him realize the amount of swelling that was around the affected eye, it wasn’t too bad though, nothing a bag of ice couldn’t fix.

“Go for it.” He encouraged, holding her hips, fingers digging into the meat there. She bit the good side of her lip and positioned herself properly, the feeling of his muscular thigh pressing against her core made her stomach do flips. She found the right spot, holding onto his shoulders as she began to rock back and forth against him, a quiet moan escaping her lips as she did so.

The friction she was beginning to create had her throwing her head back, feeling pure euphoria as Sam watched her facial expressions twist and turn with pleasure. That sight alone would make him cream his boxers but he kept himself cool and calm, wanting nothing more than to turn her on her back and fuck her till she couldn’t see straight. But patience is a virtue she always told him, and good things comes to those who wait.

“You’re doing so good... so beautiful.” He praised, his hands moving down to her thighs to help with the friction. His muscles moved so deliciously against her clothed core and she couldn’t bare it. She stared at him, a sweaty, panting mess. But he thought she looked stunning, glowing infact. Her motions became slower, more lazy as she reached her climax. Sam helped her move, wanting her to release the tension that had built up. A borderline pornographic moan left her mouth as she came to a high, falling forward into him, her hips still rocking against him as her face buried into his neck and her fingers ran through his hair. The sight of her riding his thigh made him hard, but the feeling of her rocking softly on his crotch made him groan.

In one fluid motion he had her on her back, careful enough not to hurt her. Y/N’s head sunk into the worn pillows, she was still coming down from her previous orgasm, but as soon as it ended it started again when Sam’s fingers looped around the elastic of her small shorts and pulled them down her legs, tossing them to the floor. She was embarrassed at how soaked her underwear were, but the heat that had caused her to become flustered hid her the embarrassment on her cheeks. “Lay back and relax beautiful... this is all about you.” Sam had a tendency to do that, to put her pleasure before his own, to make her cum a few times before he fucked her. It was sexy to her, especially erotic when his fingers interwined with hers as he ate her out, his eyes never leaving her own.

He looked at her before tugging at her panties in a way of asking for her full consent. she nodded and squeezed her thighs shut when she felt the lacey fabric slide off her legs. His calloused hands rubbing against her thighs and spreading them open. Already, she had her head thrown back in anticipation. She ignored the stinging of her bottom lip as she bit down on it, the bitter taste of metallic blood creeping its way into her mouth. The second his lips and tongue made contact with her slick folds had her arching her back, one hand covering her mouth from the moans while the other gripped tightly onto his thick locks, making him groan in return.

The vibration from the back of his throat went straight to her clit as she writhed beneath him, whimpering as his muscular arms wrapped around her lower half to keep her still. His skilled tongue moved gently along her folds, kissing her inner thighs and even letting her come on his tongue before he crawled back up to meet her lips. The taste of herself overpowered the faint metallic taste as their kiss grew deeper. Sam wrapped her legs around him. He hoovered over her smaller frame, he was panting almost as much as she was.

So when he fumbled with his sweatpants, he struggled to keep his own balance, feeling her small fingers dig softly into the flesh of his chest, kneading like a cat does when it wants attention. He kicked his bunched up sweatpants to the floor, same with his boxers, letting his erection free to lay on her stomach.

“I need you.” she whined, moving to kiss his jawline, “I know baby.” Sam replied, loving the feeling of her teeth grazing against his throat. Her tongue ghosting passed his adam’s apple made him hum in pleasure. Sam looked at Y/N once again, the hazel in his eyes nearly blown away by the lust that dialated his pupils, once again silently for asking her consent. Her yes was to lock her ankles tightly around him, nodding.

Sam grabbed his hard member, sliding it along her the wetness of her pussy, feeling her fingernails dig into his back bone. He lined up with her entrance before using the juices to slide into her, fitting perfectly. She had to take a few seconds to adjust, her head sinking back into the pillows and her near breathless panting was something for the ages to Sam.

“Move..” She muttered beneath her breath, pulling him closer to her as he began to move in and out of her slowly. The heat in the room was now being thrown off of them, their moans and groans filling the air and the ears of passerby’s who walked passed the motel door. Her moved fluidly, and Y/N could feel herself pulsating from how he felt inside of her: warm, strong.

Sam grabbed onto her hips tightly, mumbling a slew of curses from his lips as he pushed into her, each clench around him brought him closer until his thrusts were lazy and slow, “Fuck...I love you.” He said into her ear, his teeth nipping at the shell of it. “I’m close.” She whimpered in response, letting herself unwind again around him. This is what cause him to go into his climax, spewing his heat inside of her and nearly falling completely ontop of her, a sweaty mess.

He rolled himself over, pulling her into his chest and kissing her forehead gingerly. “I love you, too, Sammy.” She whispered, closing her eyes as her old friend exhaustion caught up and tapped her shoulder.

As she dozed off, small snores emitting from her nose and mouth, he couldn’t help but admire the little constellation of freckles that speckled her nose and cheeks, or the way her eyebrows twitched as she dreamt, or the faint scar that adorned the top right area of her forehead from a djinn fight years ago. She was peaceful, she was beautiful, and Sam wanted to enjoy it just a little longer.

so, i hope you enjoyed my first published one-shot smut. i know its a little rough and my english is off— but i’ve been very excited to post on here and get everything as perfect as can be for you all! i’ll have a prompt list soon, but feel free to send requests 😊

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