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notanactressyayy · 1 month

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—𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭—

pairing . Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

summary . she needs you, in multiple ways — she's just scared to ask for it.

warnings . smut — I am NOT responsible for the content you consume — thigh riding, scissoring, fingering, vulnerable sex (because yes), taking care of Nat because she deserves it.

notes . English is not my first language, I'm brazilian, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. this is probably the first fic I ever post so hi hi!!!

(I'm sorry if this is bad, I literally wrote that in a waiting room, completely in a rush.)

divider credits: @cafekitsune ^^

You didn't know exactly why the TV was on. You weren't interested on the show, and Natasha wasn't even looking at it. Her eyes looked down as she fidgeted with her fingers. You could tell she was anxious, that something was bothering her.

You just never expected that this was something to do with you — no, you didn't do anything wrong. It was her.

Natasha and you met years ago, and had been in a situationship for a while now. You weren't friends, but somehow, you couldn't recall the time you started dating (because it never existed). Friends with benefits was too cliché, and maybe not enough to describe what you actually had with her.

To begin with it, you met Natasha when she was still an Avenger. You were never part of the team, but they treated you as if you were. You were close to everyone, but specially Natasha. There was a reason she had let that happen, since according to her, she was in New York to be a hero, and not to have friends.

Friends.

The moment the russian started to blush whenever Thor teased her about how close she was to you or when you simply stared at her for a few seconds or more was when she realized that she made a mistake. A good one, she hoped. In a heartbeat, she was telling you her story.

You listened — just, listened. Your hand went to brush her hair behind her ear whenever she looked down, and the sparkle of pride in your eyes was not something she could miss. You didn't pity her. You didn't try to bring up a justification for what she went through, or to bring up a solution to fix her. You were proud of her for who she became, and were there for her whenever she didn't want to be that person for a while.

It was with that trust in you that she found herself wanting, craving even, something more. She's human, wether she like it or not. She can't deny her feelings or urges, not even the most dangerous spy can.

So her walls broke when you said you were going with her to Norway after the Avengers split.

Natasha shifted a little in the couch, the blankets around her getting all crumpled as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Your focus went from the soft patting of the raindrops in the window to the woman next to you, as you frowned a bit.

"Nat?" you called, leaning your side against the backrest of the couch and looking at her. "What's wrong?"

She turned to you, a little startled, but tried to shake it off with a small grin. "Oh, it's nothing. It's just a little hot in here."

"We're in Norway," you laughed, giving her that goddamn smile of yours. "And.. it's raining."

"The..." she shook her head, failing miserably to come up with an excuse. "The blankets are making me hot."

"Mhm, are they?" you raised an eyebrow, and pulled the blankets off you both, and letting half of them fall to the floor. "Better?"

Natasha shivered, but nodded nonetheless. You saw she was unquiet, and that this looked a little more serious than the normal.

"Natasha."

"Yeah?"

"What is going on?" you repeated your question, scooting closer to her and placing your hand above hers — just to make things worse.

Natasha almost whined at your action, which made you pull your hand back and frown even more. "I'm sorry,"

"No, it's not your fault." she shook her head. "It's mine."

"Then tell me." you smiled softly, lifting her head up to meet your eyes with your pointer finger. The sight of her green orbs was something you maybe never saw before.

"I..." she mumbled, clearing her throat. She then grabbed your hand and held your wrist gently, not sure of what to do next. "I don't know."

"It's okay," you whispered, bringing her hand up and placing a kiss on it. You had no problem with being affectionate and she didn't mind either, but today, it was different.

"Y/n". Natasha whispered back, looking into your eyes and getting lost in them. She was clearly unsure of what to do, and how to express what she was feeling. So she brought your hand up and placed your palm above her heart. Faster than the speed of light.

"Hey..." you cooed, tilting your head as you felt the aggressive beating against your hand. "You... are you, scared of something?"

"No." she quickly shook her head. She wasn't having any negative emotions right now. "I'm not anxious, I'm not scared.. I'm just.."

"Just what?"

The fact she was not having an anxious episode or a panic attack made you slightly relaxed, but not completely — then you realized, the touches you were giving her made her sensitive. She was needy.

The Red Room turned her into a closed person, and that didn't completely vanish when she was with you — it was like there was a bug in her system that had to be fixed, soon. She couldn't be totally open, but not completely closed.

You smiled at the thought, and leaned in closer, inches away from her face, which made her breathing uneven. "Tell me what you need, Nat."

"I..." she took a deep inhale and placed her hand on your cheek, pulling you into an unexpected kiss — a desperate one.

She kissed you frantically, her movements with urgency as she placed her hands behind your neck, trying to pull you close. You couldn't say you expected this, but it wasn't unwelcomed either.

Your hands went to her waist as she shyly crawled onto your lap, her legs hooking around your hips as she pulled away for air, her forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she breathed, feeling her eyes start to burn with unleashed tears.

"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for." you murmured, arms gently wrapping around her as she straddled you. "It's okay, let's not rush things. Let's take deep breaths, mhm?"

The fact you wanted her to calm down before anything almost calmed her down instantly, but she breathed with you, then leaned her head on yours, her cheek on your hair.

"I just need something," she whispered, more calmly now. "I—I think I need you."

"And I'm here," you turned your head to press a kiss on her temple, caressing her back. The redhead melted.

Natasha leaned down to kiss your lips again, but not with urgency. She sighed softly against your lips, her hands moving to hold your face, and yours, to hold her waist. It didn't take long for her to start moving slowly — she shifted, instead of straddling your lap, her legs were around your thigh. Your eyes opened, and you broke the kiss to look at her.

"Nat, my love," you whispered. "Are you sure of this?"

"Please." she uttered back, closing her eyes and gripping your shoulders. "I know you'd ever hurt me.. you would never disrespect me, you would stop if I asked you to. Right... right?"

You smiled sadly, realizing she was trying to reassure herself, and not actually ask you this. "Yes, yes, Natasha. I want to take care of you. I want to see you, beyond that shell they turned you in. I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to ask for this, and this is such a big step for you."

She sighed in relief, hearing the honesty in your voice. She nodded, clearing her throat. She leaned down, hiding her face on the crook of her neck and pressing small, gentle kisses on it. Then her hips started to slowly move, and the tiniest bit of friction made her gasp. "Y/n..."

"Shh," you held her hips, guiding her through her own pace. The little high waisted shorts she wore rolled up, so surprisingly thick that you could feel her wetness. "That's great, Natty. Move yourself for me, like this."

Natasha whined at your words, starting to grind against you slightly faster. The clothes were starting to feel uncomfortable, as she felt the need of you seeing her. She grabbed your hands, and slowly moved them underneath her blouse.

You did what she wanted, grazing your fingernails against her skin and slowly massaging her flesh, resulting in a soft moan of hers. "Take it off." You looked at her with a questioning look, even if you had an idea of what she was asking for. "Undress me, Y/n."

Given her permission, you smoothly lifted her blouse and pulled it over her head, letting it fall to the floor. She stopped her movements briefly, just so you could slide her shorts and panties down her thighs, her heat now in contact with your leg making you groan.

She felt your hands moving up to unclasp her bra and smirked softly, holding her arms out so you could take down the straps. That woman was surely breathtaking, her body, her marks, her scars, her voice, her everything.

"Natty," you uttered, pressing kisses in the valley between her breasts and moving up, to her ear. "There's so much I wanna do with you..."

Natasha closed her eyes, your touch making her shiver again, as she began to fastly grind her pussy against your thigh. "Please." she quickly removed your shirt and soon enough, you both were completely naked.

The feeling of skin against hers, the human touch that she never felt when getting off with a strap while thinking of you was unbelievable, a touch that she knew that wouldn't hurt her. It was so good, so different from the men she seduced when a spy, so different from the men that touched her in the Red Room.

"My pretty girl," you hissed, throwing your leg above hers and starting to grind yourself with her. "So beautiful, and all mine."

"Yes," she panted, burying her face in your neck again as her nails lightly scratched your back. "Y/n, please."

"You're coming with me." you sweetly commanded. Natasha started to whisper things in Russian that you couldn't really understand, but you took it as a sign that she was close.

Soon enough, Natasha's legs started to shake and her moans on your ear got slightly louder, you both coming together, her juices mixing with yours. She didn't stop, though. You gasped, looking up at her. She still needed more.

"Touch me." Natasha growled, grabbing your hand and moving it close to her cunt. She was starting to feel confident, and you liked it.

You didn't think twice before burying your middle and pointer fingers on her hole, using your thumb to slowly rub circles on her clit, biting your lip at the sight of her back arched. All for you.

"God, Y/n," she moaned, using her own hands to squeeze her breasts and circle her hard nipples. "Yes, just like that."

"You like it like this?" you asked, shoving one more finger inside her, her moans getting louder. She slowly started to lift herself from your fingers, just to lower her hips again, riding your fingers. "You're gonna come for me again?"

"Yes!" she nodded frantically, her breaths coming in little gasps for air. She gripped your shoulders tightly, throwing her head back and orgasming again. It took a while for her to calm down, and you didn't waste time before gently taking her and laying her down on the couch, spreading her legs and pressing soft kisses on her inner thighs, licking her juices and making her squirm around.

"Y/n," she murmured quietly, reaching her arms out.

"Oh, baby." you pulled Nat into an embrace, holding her close to your chest and caressing her hair, running your fingers through her red locks. "It's alright."

Natasha whimpered, wanting to hide herself in your arms and never come out again. She closed her eyes and laid her head on your chest, arms circling your waist.

The talk about this could wait. The silence was comfortable enough for now.

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fetusgooseandjuice · 4 months

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Trust Me

Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: You haven’t been able to sleep in a couple weeks, and Natasha knows just the way to get you to close your eyes.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None? (If anyone finds any feel free to message me!)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! I know I haven’t posted a fic in like 6 months, but I got writers block and it just never really went away. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but I’ve had the idea for this fic for a while and I finally got the motivation to write it. It might not be that good but I hope you enjoy it at least a little! Think of it as a little Christmas gift :)

Author’s Note Pt. 2: Also, this is not proofread because I just wanted to get it posted so there might be some spelling and grammar errors!

You heavily sighed once again for probably the fifth time in the past five minutes. It’s been a few hours since you and Natasha had called it a night, and yet here you were at nearly three in the morning still lying wide awake.

Although it’s not as if you were surprised or expecting anything else. You’d been having trouble falling asleep since the first night you and Natasha arrived in Norway.

Despite not having gotten many hours of sleep lately, for some reason you still weren’t tired and still could not fall asleep.

When your girlfriend came to you a week and a half ago and told you she had no other choice but to leave the states in order to evade the government after the whole incident between Tony and Steve, you instantly decided you’d be going with her without a second thought and left no room for her to disagree.

After all she should’ve known you’d follow her anywhere, but you guess it’s taken a toll on you.

You wanted to sleep, and yet you weren’t sure what was keeping you up. Maybe you were worried about something happening to Natasha?

‘What if she gets caught? Or what if we both somehow get hurt?’ you thought.

But you knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself and keeping you safe at the same time.

Even with the amount of times you told yourself not to worry, your mind wouldn’t listen.

You eventually sighed and turned your head to look at the redhead behind you. Her arms were wrapped tightly around you and no matter how much she shifted throughout the night, she never let you go.

The mere thought of that would be enough to bring a smile to your face if you weren’t so frustrated with yourself.

Deciding you’d had enough of laying there awake, you carefully unraveled your girlfriend’s arms from around you and slid out of bed.

You almost shivered at the cool temperature of the trailer as your bare feet touched the floor and you made your way into the kitchen.

The random plastic bags on the counter rustled as you rummaged through them in search of something to snack on, finally coming across a bottle of water and a pack of chips you’d never heard of.

As you went to open the cap of the bottle, a pair of arms slipping around your waist startled you. The yelp you let out made the person behind you chuckle, and you relaxed recognizing the sound.

“Sorry, malysh (baby).” Natasha said and you turned to look at her to see the apologetic look she had on her face.

You gave her a slight smile before shaking your head, “It’s okay. But what’re you doing up right now, Nat? You should be asleep, you need to rest.”

She dipped her head down to press multiple kisses to the skin of your neck, “I could ask you the same question because so do you.”

You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to leave the warmth of your shared bed without her noticing.

“I just couldn’t sleep.” you said, making her eyebrows furrow as you opened your water bottle and took a sip. “But I know you’re still tired so you should go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

“No, not without you.” Natasha was quick to disagree, “What’s going on, dorogaya (darlin)? You were yawning quite a bit before we went to bed. Why can’t you sleep?” she rested her chin on your shoulder, ready to listen to what you had to say.

You sighed realizing that you were going to have to have this conversation now. Your shoulders shrugged, “I don’t know.” was all you offered.

Natasha stayed quiet, giving you the floor for when you were ready to add on. A moment later, you did.

“I haven’t really gotten any decent sleep recently, so I’m not sure why I can’t fall asleep or why I’m not tired.”

Your girlfriend pecked your shoulder blade, acknowledging that she heard you.

“How long has this been going on for?” she asked.

For a second you went quiet, not exactly wanting to answer when you remembered that now that she knew, she wasn’t going to let it go until she made it better.

“Since we left the states.” you admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Once again, you shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t want to worry you.” you said. “You already have a lot on your plate with this whole situation and I didn’t want to add more to it.”

You heard Natasha sigh and now you appreciated that fact that you weren’t standing face to face at the moment.

“I guess I’m thinking too much.” you added. “At night I finally get the time to actually think about stuff, and I worry about you and if you’re going to be okay.”

Natasha was also glad you weren’t standing face to face right now because if you were, you would’ve seen the way her lips pulled into a smile.

“Well if you’re going to worry about me then I think I have every right to worry about you.” she chuckled and you fought back a smile at it.

“I’m sorry.” you said.

She didn’t say anything for a few moments until you heard her soft voice with that hint of rasp speak up.

“Look at me, krasivyy (beautiful).”

You craned your neck to see green eyes which were filled to the brim with love and tenderness staring at you, the singular warm light above the kitchen sink allowing her to see your sad ones.

The frustration that’d been building up in you beginning to melt away ever so slightly.

“I want you to talk to me about what you’re going through.” Natasha spoke. “I don’t care about what you think I might have going on, you’re always my first priority, okay?”

You nodded as she raised a hand to caress your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear in the process.

“I love you too much to have you worrying that pretty little head of yours all alone when I’m always right here for you.” she pressed her lips to your temple to emphasize her point. “So promise me next time you’ll tell me if somethings wrong?”

“I promise, and I love you too, Nat.”

“Good,” Natasha smiled and leaned in to connect your lips in a loving kiss, pulling away shortly after and leaning her forehead against yours. “I’m going to be okay, so there’s no need to worry. We’re both gonna be okay, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You knew Natasha would make sure of that.

“Alright, do you think you’re ready to head back to bed?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. Even though you were relieved Natasha knew now and you talked about it, you still weren’t even close to being able to go to sleep.

“No,” you spoke quietly. “I’m still not really tired, and I honestly don’t know if I will be until this all blows over.”

Natasha went silent for a few moments, thinking. She turned you around to face her and moved your arms to wrap around her shoulders.

“Nat, what are you—”

“Shhh,” she interrupted your sentence, “Just trust me.”

So you did.

Her arms snaked back around your waist and pulled you into her. You weren’t exactly sure what she was doing until she began swaying with you from one side to the other.

You’d danced together before, but at Tony’s many parties. Not when you were trying to make yourself fall asleep.

“Nat, I don’t think—”

“You’re supposed to be trusting me. Do you not?”

“I do, but—”

“So shhh,” she said and you couldn’t help the little giggle you let out. “You said you were thinking too much, right?”

“Yeah.” you confirmed.

“So just relax and let me do all the thinking. I don’t want you to worry about anything except trusting me.”

“Okay.” you whispered, giving in and resting your cheek on her shoulder, allowing her to move you.

A few seconds later Natasha began humming. It wasn’t a song that you knew, but you recognized it as one of the many Russian lullabies she’s hummed and sometimes sang to you before.

The way she hummed them always made you feel relaxed and peace, and this time was no different. Because soon you started to lean into her more as you became more and more weary.

Your heavy eyelids fell shut and your head found security in her neck as you cuddled closer to it, happily letting her comforting scent soothe you.

After a couple of songs, Natasha finally looked at you to find you pretty much sound asleep.

She grinned to herself and pecked your head before lifting you into her arms, making her way back to your bedroom.

“Told you to trust me.”

~ end ~

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blackkwidowed · 2 months

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Rewatching black widow has led to the conclusion that in the scene in Norway where Nat is watching the movie in her trailer, that woman is entirely just in a shirt and underwear.

norway nat is a favourite of mine, here is another lil taste of my brain. did someone order dirty talk? she's not wearing underwear this time

Nat emerges from the bathroom, quietly pottering down the hall to where you're half-lay on the couch with a book in your hands and a blanket over your lap.

She's wearing your shirt this time, you note. It makes you smile softly at her as she reaches you, taking the book from your hands and setting it aside. You know what she's after, her intentions clear when she straddles your lap and presses her lips feather light against your neck.

"I like when you wear my clothes." You mutter. Your hands find her hips, sliding down her thighs.

She sighs at the touch, humming at your words as she continues trailing her lips across your skin.

"This shirt is mine now, actually."

You grin, raking your nails lightly across her thighs. You hear a soft sigh against your neck, where her lips still linger. It makes you shiver.

"That's a shame," you note. Your hands roam, grabbing a handful of her ass in one and sliding the other over her hip. "I like fucking you when you're wearing my clothes."

Her breath catches, and she sinks her teeth into your collarbone, pulling at the skin with her teeth. She knows it makes you weak.

"But I suppose it'll do."

She groans against you when you grip her hip tighter, running your thumb over the bone and attempting to pull her closer yet.

"I was thinking about you in the shower," she murmurs. "I can't get you out of my head."

"Is that so?" You chuckle, grinning. "What exactly were you thinking of in there?"

Her hips are at your neck again, but firmer this time. Your skin's on fire. You might know very well how to make her weak, but you know it goes both ways. Her lips are hot, mouth wet, hips moving on top of you where she's seated. Fuck. You can't get enough of her.

Nat's moving up your neck, to your ear where she nips gently at it and whispers, "how badly I want your fingers in me."

Fuck.

You tangle your fingers through her hair, pulling her back gently for her to look at you. "They feel so good. I love the way I feel so full when you're inside me like that."

Releasing a low hum of appreciation, you attach your lips to her neck, biting softly until she emits that beautiful, soft whine you're used to when you find the spot that makes her tick. She isn't about to dance around and play games tonight, no, she's telling you what she wants and you'd be downright stupid to deny it from her.

"So is it a coincidence that it's one of my favourite things?" One hand remains in her hair, the other at her hip still, but this time encouraging her movements in your lap. "I just love how wet you get for me."

You litter kisses across her jaw.

"How you grab at my wrist when I've got my fingers in you. It's how I know you never want me to stop."

She moans. Soft. Your favourite sound. You know you're already driving her crazy and you couldn't be happier about it.

Your trail kisses up to her ear, lowering your voice to a whisper. "How hard it is for me to move when you're about to come around my fingers."

Natasha closes her eyes, clenching around nothing. God, she needs them. Desperately. She knows it, and she knows you know it. Both of her hands rest on either side of your neck, holding herself. Your voice, the eye contact, it makes her knees weak.

She rests her forehead against yours, breathing louder than she'd want to when the hand on her hip glides across her inner thigh. It's inching higher, and even though neither of you can count the amount of times you'd done this, the suspense is killing her. It somehow, always feels like the first time.

You kiss her hard. It's laced with want, need, love, passion, everything that makes her heart soar and a fire light in her stomach. She knows she's already embarrassingly wet, she has been since jumping out of the shower. But now, with your voice in her ear and your hands everywhere, Natasha knows she's a mess. She can feel it.

You can too, even without touching her between her legs yet. Your fingers rest at the top of her inner thigh, but you can feel the heat from her still. And as much as you love teasing her, hearing her pleas and begs, you want her. There's an overwhelming urge to just give her everything, so you do.

Your fingers graze her clit and her hips buck in surprise. She's so sensitive it's driving your crazy. She can't keep herself still. As soon as you make contact, she's rotating her hips for pressure from your fingers.

"God, fuck, that feels so good." She whimpers, pressing her lips to yours again. It's hungry, desperate and all-consuming. She needs you, and you know it.

She rests her forehead against your shoulder while you make slow, lazy circles across her clit. God, she's wet. You gather slick with your fingers and she groans when you meet her clit again. She's more and more sensitive by the minute, and the debate in your head of keeping her waiting or just giving her what she wants is a constant battle.

Her lips against your ear again, this time already breathless at the heat between the two of you that's come seemingly from nowhere. An hour ago you were playing a board game quietly, laughing to each other while some movie played in the background that neither of you were paying any attention to. Yet now, she was sat on top of you, cunt leaking and silently begging you to take her.

What makes you break though, is the one thing she knows full well makes you the weakest.

A final, soft bite at your ear lobe, and with her voice low, thick with arousal. "Please, baby."

Your eyes close, thighs clenching. Your other hand finds her hip, pulling her tight against your body. The fingers across her clit stop, but almost no time passes before you slip two of them inside her.

The moan in your ear is everything to you. It's pleasure, fireworks, lustful. Filthy.

Being inside her is like nothing else, especially when she clenches to get you deeper, keeping you inside because as she said herself, it's her favourite thing. You think it's yours too. Except of course, her whimpers directly in your ear, but they go hand in hand usually.

"Yes, yes, just like that."

You pull her to face you again, demanding eye contact while your fingers hit just where she needs them. Her hips move in rhythm, and fuck she doesn't know how it's always so unbelievably perfect feeling you inside her, your fingers curling, or thrusting languidly.

Her pupils are blown, and she smirks when she sees yours. She knows she's making you crazy.

"You're such a wreck, pretty girl, is this what you've been thinking about?"

She nods quickly, a god, yes, falling from her lips in a whine to answer you verbally.

"Touch yourself for me."

She smirks again, freeing a hand from your neck and trailing it down her stomach to her own clit. The moan is exquisite, and you're certain now you've ruined your own underwear. You can feel the wetness pool and your clit throb at the sight in front of you. Your stomach drops.

Natasha looks radiant like this, moving on two of your fingers and rubbing gentle, languid circles across her own clit. Your fingers curl and she throws her head back, neck exposed to you. You take the opportunity to attach to that spot again, suckling softly and grazing your teeth across it. You want to leave a mark, it's her favourite place and you both know it.

It makes her whimpers louder than before. It's all so good, every part of it. She can't get enough, and neither can you.

You fuck into her with your fingers, feeling the soft, spongy area that makes her collapse into you when you crook your digits. She's loud now, you know she's close already. You speed up your movements and she grips hard at the back of your neck with her free hand.

The movements across her clit are faster now, and you're in awe watching her make herself come for you. She can't wait any longer, that's obvious, but it's still as though she's waiting for permission.

"You gonna make yourself come for me, baby, hm? You gonna come around my fingers for me?" Your voice is low, laced with desire. God, she's yearning for it, her fingers moving faster. She's clenching around you, so hard you can barely move, just like you love to feel.

"Fuck, yes," she sobs. "I'm gonna come for you. Fuck-"

You feel it. Her body stiffens, mouth agape in silence, eyes still locked with yours until they roll back and her hips snap.

"Okay, baby, okay." You soothe her softly, the grip on her hip loosening and the fingers between her legs slow, guiding her back to reality. "I've got you."

She breathes heavy against your neck where she's collapsed against you. Her hips have slowed. Her quiet moans through her breathing are still there, though, because despite everything you're still inside her, and she's not about to forget that quickly.

"I came so fucking hard," she breathes, chest heaving. "I-christ."

"Mmhmm." You move your fingers slightly, and her hips jump against your hand. She's beautifully sensitive. "I know you did, sweetheart, I had a front row seat."

She laughs softly, moving finally. She brings her lips to yours, kissing your deep, slow. Her tongue brushes yours and you moan quietly against her lips. "Think you can handle an encore?"

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 1 year

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I’ve Got You

Summary: Y/n always finds safety in Natashas arms, so it stands to reason that after she was injured in the Avengers fight with themselves that she would seek her out. This time though Natasha offers more than just safety, she offers Y/n her heart.

Warnings: some very slight angst, reader has a penis, sexual content(grinding, oral, fingering, handjob, vaginal sex)

Word count: 5109 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Natasha sighs as anxiety consumes her once more. She's safe in her safehouse, well trailer, in Norway now but she still hasn’t heard anything about you since the fight in Germany and she's extremely worried for your safety. She wishes she at least knew your whereabouts. Knew if you were safe somewhere. Knew if you needed her help, or even just needed her like she needed you.

You and Clint had been the ones sent to kill her, and she's forever grateful you both chose a different option. She was trained by you both to become a Shield agent, causing her to form a fast friendship with you both. Clint had become like the older brother, whether she wanted him to be or not. And you, well you had become her best friend. But she'd be lying if she said friendship was all she felt for you. You make her feel things no one ever has before, things she hopes you feel for her as well.

She's never been great with feelings or emotions, the Red Room made sure of that, but with you she would be willing to try. If she could ever gain the courage to tell you so, that is. She wanted to tell you, she really did. But the fear of you not reciprocating those feelings, or of her not being good enough for you won out everytime.

But now, after being on opposite sides during the accords, seeing you get beat up pretty badly by T’challa before almost getting captured by Ross’s men….She knows she has to tell you, because she can’t risk losing you like that again.

For now, as she waits to hear from Mason about any news of you, she settles in to watch her Bond films and eat her caviar. She tries to ignore the pit in her stomach, but without you by her side nothing seemed to feel right.

She's brought out of her thoughts by a shuffling sound outside. She quickly arms herself with her pistol, standing to head to the door only for it to slowly open before she gets there.

“I will shoot whoever walks in that door!” she calls out

A familiar chuckle has her lowering her gun, “You wouldn’t shoot me, would you Natty?”

“Y/n?”

“You know anyone else that calls you Natty?” you tease as you open the door fully, allowing her to see you. She's shocked by your state, you look awful. Like you haven’t had rest since Germany, which was highly likely. You stumble into her living room and nearly collapse, but she catches you instead.

“What happened? Are you ok?” she asks in quick succession as her worried eyes scan your face

“Well, I didn’t really have a chance to tend to my wounds from T’challa before Ross’s men were on me. Managed to evade them for a bit but they almost got me the second time. I’ll be alright, just gotta clean up and get some rest” you tell her, attempting to pull away and stand on your own, but she can see how weak and tired you are

Her hold on you tightens, “Let me help you, please”

Too tired to pretend you can handle it yourself, you nod and let her lead you to the small bathroom. You sigh as she leans you against the counter, and you let your head rest against the wall as you rest your eyes. You can hear her rummage around for the first aid kit, a washcloth and some extra towels. Once she finds the items she gains your attention with a soft hand to your cheek.

“Where are you hurt?”

You shake your head, “Its ok, I can- ”

“Y/n” she sternly says, “You can hardly stand. I’m helping you.”

“Ok” you sigh.

You carefully remove your shirt, letting her see the bruises and scrapes that litter your abdomen and chest below your bra. Her eyes land on a hastily bandaged section of the right side of your abs, blood starting to seep through. You can see the concern etched in her brows.

“The Panther's claws.” you tell her and she nods

She gently removes the bandages, causing you to hiss as the cool night air hits your wound. You watch as she runs the hot water, getting a washcloth damp before bringing it to your side. You grunt as she cleans it. She then pours alcohol on the same washcloth, bringing it to your skin once more. This time a gasp leaves you as pain ripples through your side. Again she cups your face to offer comfort.

“Shh, detka(baby). It’s ok.” she coos, not even noticing the pet name slipping past her lips, “Now I just have to give you stitches, put ointment on, and then new waterproof bandages so you can shower.”

You nod again, watching her grab the proper stitching materials. You clench your jaw as the needle pierces your skin repeatedly, closing up the four lacerations. You're relieved once she puts ointment on and it's rebandaged. “Thanks Tasha”

“Of course, do you have any other injuries?” she asks, obviously still concerned about you

“Yeah..” you sigh, “Left thigh. One of Ross’s guys was quick with his knife.”

Her face shows even more concern, and she instinctively moves for your waistband. But then it hits her just how vulnerable this must all feel for you and she can’t help the blush that rises to her cheeks as she hesitates, “Can I…?"

You chuckle, "Don't know how you'd stitch me up otherwise"

She nods and proceeds to pull them down around your knee. The slice is caked in dried blood, a small trickle still running down your thigh.

“Shit, this looks pretty deep.” she exclaims, getting up to grab the washcloth

She runs it under warm water again, watching you out of the corner of her eye as she does so. Your breathing seems normal, but you're definitely exhausted. You need rest, food, and plenty of water. She's determined to give you all those things and won’t take no for an answer. She won’t let you give an excuse about how the team being separate will be safer and how you only came to her because you knew she'd have the supplies you needed to tend your wounds. Not that she thought you'd say that, but the fear of you leaving now that you were here with her was immense.

You grunt as she presses the cloth over your wound. She's careful, yet tentative enough to get most of the dried blood off you. She rinses the cloth out, pouring alcohol on it before approaching you again. Her eyes rake over your body once more, just to make sure you aren't hiding anything from her and she's glad you're too tired to have your eyes open, otherwise you would have seen her blush when the slight bulge at the front of your boxers caught her gaze. She quickly refocused on the task at hand, pressing the cloth against your thigh again.

“Fuck!” you shout, not expecting it to burn worse than your side had

Natashas apologetic eyes meet yours, “I know. I’m so sorry, it'll be over soon.”

Her free hand instinctively rests on your abdomen as she rubs soothing circles on your skin. You nod, knowing it has to be cleaned no matter how much pain that brings. She removes the cloth and grabs the equipment for stitching you up once more. You clench your jaw as she works to close up the wound. Her soft hands remain on your thigh a few seconds longer than necessary after she bandages you up, not that you mind.

“There. That should do for now, but I’ll need to redress them again tomorrow.” she says as she stands, “Are you going to need help?”

“I can manage” you tell her, not believing it entirely yourself but you knew that if you were ever privileged to see Natasha naked, you didn’t want it to be because you needed help while injured.

She nods, “Alright, I’ll leave you some clothes on the counter and I’ll be in the next room in case you need me”

You let your shoulders slump as she closes the door and you take a shaky step towards the shower. Eventually you manage to get your bra and boxers off and you step into the already running hot water. You let yourself relax, holding yourself up by leaning against the cool tiles. The door opens and you tense up slightly before remembering it was just Nat with your clothes.

You don’t realize she lingers a moment, wishing to check on you and longing to be able to join you. She decides against asking if you were alright, not wanting to come across as overly concerned, even though she was. She simply sets your outfit down before exiting the room once more. She takes a seat on the edge of her bed and waits as her leg bounces with anxiety. Part of her wants to tell you how she feels, to hold you and never let go. But the other part screams at her about love being a weakness, about how you deserve someone with a less bloodstained ledger and hard to escape past.

She's brought from her thoughts when you emerge from the bathroom, a slight wobble to your step. She has to resist smiling like the lovesick woman she is when she sees you in her sweatpants and shirt.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Just tired.” you reply, not wanting to tell her you couldn’t remember when your last meal was. She always has been good at calling your bluffs though, she was a trained spy afterall.

She smirks, “Want some take out? I've got plenty of leftovers from earlier.”

You sigh, “Yes please.”

“Come on, we can sit on the couch and watch something as we eat.”

“What Bond film did I interrupt?” you ask with a chuckle

She scoffs, pretending to be annoyed that you knew her so well, “Moonraker”

“Not one of the best ones, but not one of the worst ones either.” you reply, earning yourself an eye roll from her.

You sit on the couch and soon she joins you, takeout containers in hand. She doesn't say anything as she watches you scarf down the food, she only smiles knowing that she's able to take care of you. You sit back with a hum as you absentmindedly scoot closer to her, seeking out comfort and warmth. It isn’t long before you end up falling asleep tucked into her side with your head on her shoulder.

Carefully she turns, bringing you into her chest as she lays back, her arms wrap protectively around you as your head now rests on her chest. She watches you for a bit, wanting to make sure you were sound asleep before she places a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m so glad you're safe” she whispers into your hairline

She isn't aware of when she fell asleep and she isn't aware as to why she's suddenly woken up, until she realizes she no longer feels the weight of you on top of her. She immediately sits up, and when she doesn't see you anywhere she can feel her panic build.

“Y/n?” she calls out as she enters the bedroom. She lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she'd been holding when she sees you emerge from the bathroom

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” you tell her, “I just needed some pain killers”

She shakes her head, “It’s ok, did you find them?”

“Yeah, I got them.” your brows furrow as you notice her disheveled state, “What's wrong?”

“Nothing, I just…” she trails off, but your hand on her shoulder encourages her to continue, “I was worried that you left.”

Her admission was quiet but you heard it, and there was no mistaking the vulnerability in her voice. It tugged at your heart. “I’d never leave without saying goodbye first Natty. Besides, I’m much too injured to travel right now. I’m lucky I made it to Norway.”

“Don’t say that” she says, taking a seat on the bed

“Tasha, I was bleeding profusely on the airplane runway, which led Ross’s men right to me. I had to fight them off and flee while patching myself up as well as I could. Then once I thought I’d lost them, they ambushed me in Serbia and nearly sliced my artery open. You were my only safe option, if I hadn’t found you…well it wouldn’t have been good” you reason with her

Her jaw clenches as she looks away from you. She fights back the tears in her eyes, not liking how close of a call you had actually had, “I should have helped you. I shouldn't have talked with Tony and then ran, I should have just gone to you and ran with you.”

“It’s ok, you- ” you try

“No Y/n” she takes a deep breath, “I saw that you were hurt fighting T’challa, and still I went to help Steve instead. Ross could have had you arrested or worse, and instead of making sure you were safe, I saved my own ass.”

You sigh and take a seat beside her. You gently grab her hand, “You couldn’t have risked helping me and you know it. You double crossed Tony and Ross and we both know neither of their egos would allow that to go unpunished. They would have used your background against you”

“I don’t care. You could have died, and I never would have forgiven myself” she admits

“But I didn’t.” you remind her, “I didn’t die. I’m ok.” She finally looks at you and you can see the unshed tears in her eyes. You smile softly, cupping her face and bringing your forehead to hers, “I’m right here.”

She nods as a few tears finally slip down her cheeks, “I was really worried about you. I’m glad you found me”

“So am I” you admit, “Though, it’s more like Mason found me, then told me where you were.”

She chuckles, “Well, I’ll be sure to thank him. Even if he did give me Fanny as an alias.”

“He didn’t!” you laugh out

“Oh he did. Fanny Longbottom.”

The two of you erupt into laughter as you think about the ridiculous name. Her gaze shifts to you smile, the one she's always loved to be the cause of and your gaze shifts to her eyes, you have always loved how they seemed to sparkle when she was happy.

Lost in her eyes, you don’t notice how you've begun to lean into her, you only notice when your lips lightly press against hers. But you quickly pull away, afraid she wouldn’t reciprocate the gesture or would be upset with your advances. However your attempt to move away is quickly stopped by her arms as they wrap around your neck to keep you close.

“No, please” she rasps out, her hands tangling in your hair, “Please kiss me”

You surge forward, connecting your lips once more as your hands grip at her waist. She hums and gently straddles your lap, careful of your injured leg as she grinds down against you. Your hands make their way under the back of her shirt, traveling up her back and leaving chills in their wake. She moans, allowing you to slip your tongue inside her mouth.

She grinds down again, and this time she can feel how the bulge in your pants is beginning to harden as it presses against her ass. You can’t help the moan that leaves you as you feel her against you. Her excitement and hope for finally getting to be with you grows the longer you keep your lips on hers.

She pulls away, nearling panting for air as she grinds down once more. And your mouth moves to her neck as your hands go further up her back. She relishes the groan she feels against her skin when you realize she's already braless and she shudders as your hands move to the front of her, gently running up her abdomen before palming her breasts. You can feel her breathing quicken as your thumb skims over her hardened nipples. She grinds against you again and you squeeze the soft mounds in your grip causing her to moan.

“Is this ok?” you breathe against her neck between kisses

She eagerly nods, “Yes…please don’t stop”

You move back up her neck, kissing her softly as your hands grab the bottom of her shirt. You pull it off her and nearly forget how to breathe when you see her naked upper body in front of you. Yes you'd seen her in tank tops before for training and immaculate dresses for parties, but this was entirely different. Before you had to admire subtly from across dancefloors and training mats. You didn’t have to do that now, she wanted you to see her. All of her.

Natasha shys under your gaze, finding herself somewhat nervous as your eyes take in every inch of her. Some of her scars had never been seen by anyone other than her and those that inflicted them or stitched them up and she worried what you would think of them. Your thumb gently traces a longer scar that rests slightly lower than her breasts near her sternum causing her to realize how badly she wants your hands back on her. She's about to ask you to touch her again like you were earlier, but then your head is moving towards her chest and as your lips touch her skin she finds it very hard to form words.

"Y/n…" she whispers, clutching at your forearms to ground herself

You hum, briefly pulling yourself away from her chest, “You're so beautiful Natty”

A shy smile makes its way across her face, accompanied by a light blush and the way she squeezes her thighs together does not go unnoticed by you. You gently kiss the scar again before moving over to one of her breasts. You suck her hardened nipple into your mouth causing her hands to grasp at your shoulders as she arches into you. Your hands move to squeeze her ass as your mouth moves to give her other breast the same attention. She moans when she feels your hardened cock rubbing against her, and she finds herself desperate to feel you inside her. She can feel her arousal dripping from her and she knows her panties are ruined.

“I want you, detka(baby). Need you so badly, please” she whispers against your lips as they meet hers for another kiss. Your heart pounds in your chest as you quickly remove her from your lap and lean her against the beds pillows and headboard

You stare at her for a moment, taking in the way her lips are slightly parted and her chest heaves as she breathes deeply. Then you meet her gaze, “Are you sure?”

“Yes” she nods, “I’ve never been more sure about anything, or anyone”

You smile before connecting your lips to hers again, letting your hands trail down to her hips before moving them back up to cup her breasts. She desperately clutches at your shirt, overcome with the urge to have you as close as possible despite already having you there. Your hands make their way back down to her hips and your fingers slip below the waistband, ready to pull them down completely. But before you can do so her hands grab your wrists and she pulls away from your lips. She pauses for a moment, her eyes scanning your face.

“You're sure about this too, right?” she asks, insecurity lacing her tone

“Of course I am. I only want you.”

She smiles widely, letting go of your wrists so you can continue to pull her pants from her body, and you stare in amazement at the wet patch that you find on her underwear. She shifts slightly under your gaze, wordlessly trying to hasten your movements.

“You're soaked” you whisper as you let your thumb press the damp fabric against her clit, making her hips jump, “And so sensitive”

She lets out a breathy moan as you rub your thumb in slow circles and her grip on your shirt tightens, “Need more. Please detka(baby)”

“Aww, is my thumb not enough for my needy girl?”

She shakes her head, “No, need your cock please. Wanna feel you”

“Fuck baby…I wanna feel you too, but I gotta get you ready for me first.” you explain as you finally pull her underwear off her. She automatically spreads her legs further apart for you and you praise her by caressing her thigh, “Gonna taste you first though”

Her breath catches in her throat as you lean in, your tongue kitten licking her sensitive nub before parting her open and slipping inside, “Ooh!”

You hum, enjoying the flavor of her and her hands grip onto your hair tightly, practically forcing you to bury your face in her cunt. Not that you would complain about such a thing, you’d gladly give her whatever she wanted. Which is why you slip a finger inside her too. You pump your digit in and out of her at a steady rhythm as your mouth focuses on her clit until she's nearly dripping onto the sheets. Then you slip a second one in. She moans at the stretch, arching into you

“That's it. You're taking my fingers so well baby.” you praise, curling them inside her making her walls clamp down around you, “Does it feel good, Natty?”

“Blyad'(fuck)! Yes!” she answers, fists tightening in the sheets

You hum, “You like having my fingers inside you?”

“Oh god yes!” she's cut off by her own moan as you move your fingers even faster, “I’m…I’m gonna- ”

“Go ahead baby, cum for me”

“Y/n!” she shouts as she cums into your mouth. You happily swallow it all and continue your mouths and fingers movements to help her ride out her high, only stopping when her grip on your hair lessens and she whimpers in protest

You crawl back up her body, placing soft kisses against a few scars before reaching her lips once more. She sighs as you rest against her and wraps her arms around your neck as you make out. Eventually her hands begin to tug at your shirt and you separate to allow her to pull it off you.

You chuckle as she simply stares at your chest licking her lips, and you move one of her hands to your breasts, “You can touch”

That's all the encouragement she needs and she brings her other hand to your other breast, letting her thumbs rub against your nipples as they harden in the cool air. She brings her mouth forward and latches onto one of your nipples, sucking on it as her hand pinches the other and you moan at the sensation

Wanting to make you feel just as good as you’d made her feel minutes ago she lets her free hand wander down between your bodies, and you're so focused on the feeling of her mouth as it makes its way up to your neck that you don’t even notice her hand slip your pants and boxers down, freeing your cock, until her lithe fingers are wrapping around you.

“Shit Y/n” she mumbles as she slowly begins stroking you, your size surprising her slightly. Your hips jerk forward at the sensation and it doesn’t take her long to find a decent pace, your breathy moans and grunts only encouraging her

“Just like that baby, feels so good” you grunt, resting your forehead against her collarbone

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” she asks, rubbing her thumb against the large vein on your shaft

You rut into her hand, “Fuck! Yes!”

“Come on detka(baby), cum”

Spurts of white hit your stomach and hers as you release and the way you moan has arousal pooling in her belly once more. After a few more strokes she lets you go and you practically collapse against her as you regain your composure. Her hand comes into view, a few drops of your cum on it still, and you watch as she cleans them off with her tongue. That action alone has you getting hard again and she smirks when she feels it.

“You like watching me taste you?”

“You don’t even know” you groan out, moving positions to be above her once more, “You ready for me baby?”

She nods, “God yes, please”

You line yourself up with her entrance and smack the head of your dick against her clit a few times before sliding inside. You bottom out in one swift movement and a guttural moan leaves her at the feeling of being stretched so wide. She's even tighter than you thought she'd be and the way she's squeezing you already has you light headed, so you still for a moment to allow you both to adjust.

After a few minutes she wiggles her hips slightly, her green eyes boring into yours, “Please move now. I can handle it, I promise”

You smile and kiss her softly before slowly beginning to thrust your hips. Her tits bounce as you move and you can’t help but lean down to suck marks against their plump flesh. Her moans only increase in frequency and volume as your pace picks up and her hands grip onto you so tightly that you know her nails will be leaving marks behind.

“Your pussy fits me so well baby. Feels incredible” you praise, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing

“O bozhe(Oh god).” she manages to get out between her moans, “I’ve never been so full, feels so fucking good”

“Gonna be even more full when I cum inside you” You tell her, moaning as her walls flutter around you, “Oh you like that huh?”

She nods, “Yes, please cum inside me detka(baby)”

You start pounding into her even harder then, eager to give her what you both so desperately want. After a few more thrusts she wraps her legs around you, and you can feel by the way she tightens around you that she's close.

“That's it baby, make a mess on my cock”

She throws her head back with a moan of your name as she cums hard around you, sending you head first into your own orgasm. You moan as you paint her walls white with your seed. You continue to thrust your hips to prolong the pleasure for both of you only stopping when she's a shaking mess beneath you.

“Shh it's ok Natty I got you.” you coo, stroking her cheek, “You did so well baby. Such a good girl”

“Your good girl” she mumbles with a smile, making your chest fill with warmth

You nod and bring your forehead to rest against hers, “My good girl”

After a few more minutes you slowly pull out of her, watching a bit of you cum leak out of her as you do and she's struck by how full she still feels. She can’t even imagine how much cum you pumped inside of her for that to be the case. The thought alone has her head all fuzzy.

“Come on, let's get cleaned up in the shower really quick. Then we can go back to sleep”

She nods and allows you to help her out of bed. You help her stumble to the bathroom and can’t help but giggle at the look of bliss on her face still and she quiets you with a kiss before letting you turn the water on. You both help clean the other, each feeling a sense of pride at the marks you’ve left behind on the other and even after you're done washing you stay a while longer just basking in the other's presence.

Neither of you bother to put on another outfit after you dry off, the likelihood of them coming off in the morning is high so why bother. Instead you simply crawl into bed and under the warm covers. You open your arms for her and she immediately settles against you. She wraps her arms around you and buries her face against your neck. It's silent for a while, and for a few minutes there you think she's asleep, until she moves to look at you properly.

“You're staying, right?” The insecurity in her tone nearly breaks your heart, but before you can answer she continues, “I mean I know Steve said we’re all safer apart from each other, but that's bullshit because there's nowhere I’m safer than with you, and I…I just got you back. I just got to be with you. I’m not ready to say goodbye”

You softly kiss the small scar on her left shoulder before kissing her lips, “My Natty. So brave, so strong. You're not alone anymore, I’ve got you. And I’m not leaving your side. Not now, not ever. Not even if you told me to.”

Tears build in her eyes as she lets your words settle over her. She didn’t have to be alone, didn’t have to build walls and hide emotions just to survive. She could be fully herself with you, she could be free. She could let herself be loved, let herself be happy. It wouldn't be easy and there were sure to be hard days, but she finally felt like she could do it. As long as she had you.

Her hands cup your face, “I….I love you” Your eyes widen at her admission. Even if she ever felt the same for you, you didn’t expect her to allow herself to be vulnerable enough to say it. Especially so soon.

She bites her bottom lip and her stomach flips as she waits for your response, thankfully it's a short wait. “I love you too, Natasha. More than anything.”

Her lips crash into yours and you each poor out your emotions for the other into it. You aren’t sure how long it lasts, you were too lost in her to think of anything else, but when she pulls away she stays close enough that her nose is brushing against yours. You smile at each other before the most adorable carefree giggle leaves the redhead in your embrace.

You give her a quizzical look so she elaborates on her giddiness, “Madame B was wrong. I do have a place in this world. My place is with you.”

“Yes it is baby, yes it is”

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Welcome Home (Spank Town)

WandaNat x Fem!R

Request | Prompts

“I never knew you liked being spanked.” / “What the fuck? Do it again. I liked it.”

Smut: Semi-Public, Spanking, Oral (R -> N / W -> R), Fingering (W -> R), Overstim. Thigh-Riding (W).

18+ | Minors DNI

1,394 Words

It was a melancholy morning, as it had been for the past few weeks with your lovers away on differing missions. Wanda in Norway, and Natasha in Madrigal, and you unaware of why.

You were benched from missions for the time being, so you were stood in the kitchen making yourself a pan of scrambled eggs, a long drawn out yawn followed your spatula flip, and left you ill prepared for the hand that made swift, harsh contact with your thinly cloaked ass.

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"What the fuck?" You shrieked, it oddly made you feel in the mood, but you didn't want to even acknowledge that knowing it was likely an idiot with a death wish who dared spank you.

Turning to face the perpetrator of such an assault you kept on your hardened features, but when you saw Natasha with her hands behind her back, and a coy smile, you let all the aimless anger fade, "Do that again. I liked it."

Natasha snorted out a, "Yeah?" as you ran into her arms, you nodded as best you could with your head pressed against her. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Nat kissed your lips briefly before burrowing her face into your neck, she did this after every mission. Smelling you or Wanda made it feel real that she was home.

Today though she was feeling far more frisky, the mission wasn't rough like it usually is.

"I never knew you liked being spanked," Nat smirks against the side of your neck, "Wanda is going to love this information," she chuckled softly as you suddenly tensed up in her hold.

"Daddy no!" She smirked against your skin as she pressed a kiss to your temple, "Baby yes."

"What if I gave you head?"

Natasha cackled, "Bargaining now are we?"

You nodded meekly, already aware of your fate.

"Well, that's not how things work detka." Nat cupped your ass cheeks in her strong hands, she played with the rump while lowly talking, "You'll let daddy use your pretty little mouth, and then you'll thank mommy for every slap."

Wanda walked in just as Natasha began to suckle over your pulse point. She observed the moment for quite some time, enjoying seeing as you slowly became desperate for more.

Then she couldn't stop herself from slapping your ass just as Nat's hands raised to do so.

"Thank you mommy," you cried out, Natasha pulled away from marking your throat to see the smirking counterpart to your threesome.

"Look at you sweetheart," Natasha cheered, "How did you know it was mommy?"

"Her perfume," you breathed with a relaxed smile on your face. "Our smart girl," Wanda coo'd, and you instantly craned your neck to see her and so she rewarded you with a kiss.

"Also, she hits way harder than you do daddy."

Wanda laughed, her head thrown back as she watched Natasha frown. The redhead smacked your ass so hard the skin rippled, but her frown only deepened as you hardly even whimpered.

The brunette cocked a brow at the redhead, as if to say, watch this. Wanda slipped your shorts down to your knees. Gently kneading at the sore flesh of your ass, offering you only a split second of comfort before she was bringing her hands down with brutal force. You screamed.

There was just something about the sting that she almost instantly soothed with her cold metal rings that made you so reactive to her.

Natasha didn't mind much anymore, she was too distracted by your warm cunt on her grey sweats, your wetness already seeping through.

"Let's take this to the room detka's," Wanda whispered as she kissed your shoulder, then she leaned over you to kiss Nat while using her magic to pull your shorts back up. Natasha then lifted you by your sore butt, you muffled a moan against her shirt, and she chuckled.

Wanda stayed behind to erase the camera footage, and to discard of your black omelette.

When she made it to the room she was briefly stunned, being greeted by your raised ass, with a clear view of your sopping wet folds a dream come true. Natasha positioned you perfectly, herself as well. Her raspy moans filled the entire room as you ate her without complaint.

Wanda didn't falter as she approached the bed, she smacked your cunt this time, you jolted forward and made Natasha scream with you.

Natasha came, and you pulled away with a gasp a minute later, leaning your wet cheek onto her thigh as you sought to catch your breath. The redhead found your smile adorable, but then you mewled as Wanda teased your entrance. The warmth of her arousal returned, and she shoved your mouth back against her pussy.

Wanda slid two fingers into you after a minute of teasing you, her knees nearly buckled as she felt your warmth taking her so well. When she thrusted back in she met resistance with the addition of a third finger. Your walls clung to her so tight she momentarily couldn't move.

Then she used her free hand to rapidly spank both of your cheeks, you mewled against the redhead who'd been rutting your face numb.

*thank you mommy*

*out loud detka*

Her hand slammed down harder this time, you tried to pull away as you screamed your praise but Natasha's grip on your head was iron tight. Wanda was lenient in her acceptance of your gratitude, the way Natasha choked on her moan was enough thanks to last a lifetime.

Natasha's cunt was drunk on your lips, and you on her essence. The heady taste of her arousal left you feeling ravenous, starving for more. Wanda was enamored by the sight, from her angle she can see Natasha's face, it was tinted red from the exertion, and drenched in sweat.

Then the sounds of you devouring her, wetness abound as you kept a steady pace pulled her attention to the side where she got to see it. Her fingers never stopped working you over, she could see how that made you falter in your attempts to bring Natasha to bliss a third time.

Wanda curled her fingers, slowly brushing over your g-spot with rough fingertips from all her gardening. She watched with a devious grin as your lips wrapped your earth shattering scream around Natasha's sensitive bundle of nerves.

Natasha screamed for the both of you as she came, her body softly thudded into the bed, and Wanda felt you clench, you were close.

You whined as her fingers left you, Wanda was desperate to taste you, and so you didn't lose momentum she was quick to bring her lips to your glistening set. The contortionist of a witch was no stranger to back bending, so she placed her palms against your thighs with her fingers pointing down for leverage, and leaned back.

Wanda brought you over the edge she'd left you teetering on in seconds, and reveled in the reward of your abundant arousal. Her tongue worked you over into another blinding orgasm, and if not for your cries of pain she'd have kept going. Truth be told she still wanted to now.

Once she returned to an upright position she saw the way your body awkwardly slumped into the mattress besides Natasha. She could also see the sleeping redhead who was snoring.

Wanda removed your legs from the spreader, allowing your body to slowly fall into the bed. Then she applied a cream to your raw cheeks, cleaned the both of your cunts with a warm rag and featherlight touch, then left soft kisses to Natasha's parted lips, and your smiling ones.

"Get some sleep detka," Wanda purred against your shoulder, her lips curved as she rutted against your thigh. "Mommy's just gonna take care of the mess you two made, it's only fair I use your body. You understand right?"

"Mhm," you gulped softly, "Please use me, wanna help you feel so good mommy."

"Good girl," she moaned, her hips were rocking passionately against the back of your thigh, it was kinda peculiar how she expected you to sleep. "Rest detka, mommy isn't done with you two yet. Not even close, so sleep now."

Soon her ministrations faded from your mind, your skin numb enough to let your mind rest.

You dreamt of a fairytale forever like this.

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natashaslesbian · 6 months

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Hi! 😊

I don't know if your requests are still open but I am just going to leave my request here just in case they are.

So this is a Mama!Nat request where Y/N (kid, around the age of 6 or 7 if it's possible) celebrates her birthday while she's on the run in Norway with her Mama and Natasha tries to make Y/N's day as happy as possible, even managing to buy a cake for her daughter as a surprise alongside a new teddy bear.

I understand if the requests are closed or if you don't want to write this. Thank you so much for your time and I want you to know that I'm a big fan of your work! It's absolutely amazing!!! Sending lots of love 😊🧡

7 Laps Around The Sun

A/N: I absolutely adored this request and loved writing it, thank you sm! This isn’t proof read so please don’t mind any mistakes or typos :))

Word Count: 964

Parings (Mom!Natasha x Daughter!Reader) (Nat x Mason) (referenced to Clint and blackhill)

Warnings: none :))

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The door to the trailer creaked louder than ever. Why was it always when someone is trying to be quiet things make the most noise. Natasha pulled the heavy door to a close with one hand, the other carrying a large plastic bag of supplies. The redhead heard small shuffles from your shared bedroom and paused her movements, you must have settled again immediately as Nat didn’t hear anything else throughout the cold trailer. Norway was always cold but especially in late autumn, the widow would have to find another safe house to take you too, it was relatively safe here but the winter was fast approaching and Natasha wasn’t going to let you, her daughter, go cold all season.

A while later you stirred again, rolling over to mamas side of the bed. The mattress was cold beneath the sheets, it told you that Natasha wasn’t there. “Mommy” you quietly called out, eyes still shut and your grip tight on the purple baby blanket. Oh how you missed Jimmy, your beloved stuff bear, there just wasn’t any time to grab him before you left. you peeled your eyes open to the dimly lit room “Mamma” you called louder. The doors angle increased and your favourite person appeared “hey there beautiful, did you have a good sleep?” Natasha asked. You hummed and opened your arms wide for a cuddle. Mommy came and scooped you up tightly “happy birthday baby” she said as she tickled your belly. Today you were 7 years old, you felt so grown up, but this birthday was defiantly going to be different. “Thank you mommy” you said as you slid down her slender frame “can I have the chocolate cereal today? As I’m 7 now!” You begged at your mamas hip bone. Natasha had promised that as you were away from home this year you could have a special cereal as a birthday treat, she never let you have anything chocolaty before midday! It was the best she could offer until she laid sleepless last night with a new idea.

“I told you not to knock!” Natasha said as she opened the trailer door “sorry” Mason whispered “I forgot” Natasha stepped out of the door, making sure each lock was secure “ok, just sit here and don’t go inside, y/n’s a heavy sleeper so she shouldn’t wake up” the fugitive explained “I’ll be as quick as I can, there’s a 24 hour store about 20 minutes away so I’ll be like an hour tops” “ok all clear, I’ll be here”

“Actually sweetheart, I have a little surprise for you” your mama said. You eyes and ears perched up “really? What is it mama!” You exclaimed “come with me baby” Natasha said as she took hold of your small hand, wrapping her fingers around your knuckles. Mommy lead you into the main section of the trailer and you let out a loud yelp when you saw the array of pink and purple balloons gently rolling around the room in the dull wind. You looked up at the walls to find a huge banner displaying a sparkly ‘happy birthday’. You were truly amazed, when had your mama had time to do all this? “What do you think y/n?” Nat said “I love it! Thank you so much mommy!” You beamed. “You are very welcome darling” Natasha said as she hoisted you up onto her hip “but guess what?” You perched up immediately “wha mama!” You asked “there’s one more surprise, over by the fridge” your mommy said as she carried you towards the old grayed out refrigerator.

“Cake cake cake!” You exclaimed upon seeing the bright pink sparkly birthday cake, topped with sprinkles and a wonky 7. “I know this birthday is a bit different, but my baby girl always has a birthday cake, no matter what” Nat would move heaven and earth for you. “Wait mama look!” You said as you little feet pattered on the floor after escaping Natasha’s grip “a stuffy bear!” Just left of the cake was a light brown bear, tag still connected to its ear. “So there is!” Mama said, pretending she had no idea where he had come from “someone special must’ve left him for you” she didn’t like to lie, but Natasha just wanted you to have a little magic in your life “maybe uncle Clint?” You questioned “maybe, what are you going to name him?” You hummed for a moment “Peter! Because Peter is my favourite and I miss him” you said, a hint of sadness in your tone, Nat frowned. “That’s a perfect name”

“Who’s that?” You said after hearing three consecutive knocks on the door, Masons secret code to let Natasha know there was no danger. “Well if we’re going to have a party then we need guests” Your mama said as she opened the door to the strange man you’d never seen before “hello there y/n” he said, a little box in his right hand “is that a present?” You said, giving him mommy’s signature smirk “yes it is” Mason said, standing awkwardly at the door frame, his hand way too close to your mom “hey!” You said, alerting the two adults “are you mommy’s boyfriend?” You innocently asked, the pair stood in a slight uncomfortable silence, soon breaking into laughter “no, he’s not y/n” Natasha said as she came to scoop you up once again “then why is he looking at you the same way Maria does? Does he kiss you too?” Natasha couldn’t help but giggle, slightly sad because she was missing her ‘almost’ girlfriend. “Yep, she’s defiantly your daughter” Mason said, Natasha shot him daggers “is it cake time yet?” You said with a huff and a pout “yes baby, it’s cake time”

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rxmqnova · 8 months

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Unexpected responsibility

Y/N: 0 years old/7 years old Story: Natasha finds a baby in front of her trailer in Norway… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It has been 2 days since Natasha arrived to her hiding place… a small trailer in the middle of a forest in Norway.

She's peacefully eating her dinner, watching a movie on her laptop when someone knocks at the door. Natasha sighs, stopping the movie and taking out her gun. No one knows she's here, so no one should be knocking.

Natasha slams the door open, aiming the gun at no one in front of her. She looks around, only to see a car driving away in the far. A little whimper catches Natasha's attention. She looks down, seeing a little baby in a child seat on the ground. The redhead sighs, taking the little baby inside, thinking of how could people just put away a little human like that.

"Hi there, what are we gonna do with you?" Natasha asks the baby, drawing a little circles on the small tummy with her finger. The little baby girl gives the ex-assassin a big toothless smile in response.

"You're so cute… but you can't stay here, it's dangerous" Natasha speaks, receiving another toothless smile. The little one clearly likes Natasha's voice.

"Fine" The redhead sighs. "I think one night is just fine, we need to get you some food and diapers though" Natasha smiles at the little girl who gives her another toothless smile.

Natasha puts on her jacket, taking the seat with the baby and heads to the car. She drives to the nearest store to buy some baby formula, pacifier, diapers and some baby onesies for the little one.

The two then head back to Nat's trailer. Natasha takes the baby into her arms as she started whimpering. When the girl is now comfortably laying in Natasha's arms, the redhead notices a piece of paper that must have fallen from the seat when she lifted the baby up.

Natasha takes the paper and sits down with the baby in her arms.

I'm Y/N, please take care of me…

"Great" Natasha sighs. She hoped the girl's parents would come back for her. "Well… Y/N. What are we going to do with you, hm?" Natasha tickles the little tummy, getting a smile from little Y/N.

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7 years later… It's been 7 years since Natasha decided to keep Y/N, 7 years since Natasha became a mom. The redhead's been enjoying every moment with her little one, but the last few days haven't been really nice.

Y/N got into her first school fight just 3 days ago. The pair is back on the compound, they have been since Y/N turned one. Everyone was so happy to have a little princess running around, however, everyone's been acting a bit too cold towards Y/N lately, even her mother.

The fight wasn't even Y/N's fault, the girl's been getting bullied for quite a while and was just defending herself, breaking a window in the process. Natasha being the stubborn Black Widow she is, she didn't even let Y/N explain, so the little one gave up on trying to actually tell the truth.

"Y/N, dinner!" Natasha calls from the kitchen. Y/N sighs, standing up from the ground where she's just been playing. She slowly makes her way towards the kitchen, quietly sitting on the chair, avoiding eye contact with everyone at the table.

"Thank you" Y/N mumbles quietly as Natasha puts a plate with dinner in front of her.

Y/N eats her dinner quietly while the others are chatting, no one paying attention to the little girl. Once she's done with eating, she takes her empty plate, carrying it to the kitchen counter.

Y/N being the clumsy little girl she is, she stumbles over, falling on the ground, the empty plate breaking into pieces. Luckily, Y/N's all fine, only letting out a quiet sob as she landed on her knee. And of course Tony has to add a stupid comment to it.

"Careful, little one. First window, now dishes. What will be next?" Tony says, the others letting out a quiet laugh. Even Natasha lets out a little laugh which brings tears into Y/N's eyes. Natasha is the person Y/N looks up to the most, her bestfriend and her favorite person in the entire world.

"Was that necessary?" Wanda speaks. The witch loves Y/N with her whole heart and is probably the only one who hasn't changed her behavior towards the little Romanoff. Besides Yelena, Wanda is Y/N's favorite auntie, she's like a second mom to the girl. Y/N stands up and runs straight to her room.

"Y/N!" Natasha calls for her daughter, but Y/N's already curled up in her bed, crying her little heart out. Natasha sighs, standing up and walking to clean the mess her daughter made.

Y/N wipes her tears, walking to her closet and taking out her backpack. She packs her pajamas, toothbrush and teddy bear she got from her auntie Yelena who's currently visiting Alexei and Melina on their small farm in Russia.

The little one is determined to travel across the whole world to find her auntie Yelena. She knows the blonde would listen and wouldn't let anyone to be mean to her little niece.

Y/N quietly walks back to the kitchen to look at her mom for the last time. She stops at the door when she hears her mama talking about her to Wanda while the two are still cleaning up the ground.

"You know… sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been better if I handed Y/N to the police when I found her" Natasha sighs, Y/N watching her with glossy eyes. The little girl has no idea Natasha isn't her biological mom.

"Nat, you can't talk like that. You're her mom, those people left her and you did the right thing by keeping her" Wanda sighs, looking at her best friend.

"I'm just saying that I don't think growing up here has a good influence on Y/N" Natasha explains, Y/N not being able to hold her tears anymore, she breaks into tears, running back into her room. "Fuck" Natasha curses, squeezing her eyes shut when she hears Y/N's cries. She stands up, thinking whether or not she should go after her.

"What are you waiting for? Go to her" Wanda decides for Natasha, receiving a quick smile from the redhead before she makes her way to her daughter's room.

Y/N's in her bed again, crying her heart out to her pillow while cuddling to her teddy from Yelena, her little backpack next to her. "Y/N, sweetheart, can I come in?" Natasha asks softly after opening Y/N's door.

"Go away!" Y/N cries out, turning her back at Natasha.

"Honey, I-" Natasha tries, getting cut out by Y/N immediately.

"Go away!" Y/N cries loudly.

"Okay. Come to me when you're ready to talk, honey. I'll be in my room" Natasha says softly, closing the door with a sigh and walking to her room that is next to Y/N's. She leaves her door a bit opened and sits on her bed, regretting everything that happened in the last 3 days. She should have been nicer to the little one… to her little one. Y/N's her daughter after all and Natasha loves the little girl more than anything.

Once Y/N calms down a little bit, she grabs her backpack, ready to leave the compound forever. She carefully closes the door of her room, quietly going to the staircase, letting out a quiet sobs while walking.

Y/N's sobs die down as the staircase is the opposite direction of Natasha's room. The redhead furrows her brows, thinking her daughter was going to come and talk to her. She opens the door fully, peeking her head out and seeing Y/N just a few meters away from the stairs.

"Y/N, where are you going, детка?" Natasha asks softly, walking towards her daughter. Y/N turns around, looking at the redhead with her red puffy eyes. (baby)

"I'm going to auntie Yelena" Y/N announces, tightening her grip over the teddy bear she's holding. Natasha sighs, kneeling in front of the little girl.

"Honey, auntie Yelena is very far away. You won't get there alone, baby" Natasha says, trying to take Y/N's hand in hers, but the little girl just flinches away. "Can you come with mommy, so we can talk, sweetheart?"

"But you said to auntie Wanda that you found me, so you can't be my mommy" Y/N says, her eyes filling with tears again. Tears also fill Natasha's eyes, her heart breaking.

"Do you want to hear a secret?" Natasha asks, wiping Y/N's tears away. The little girl nods sadly, holding Natasha's hand as the redhead stood up and started walking back to her room.

Natasha closes the door and sits on her bed, lifting Y/N up and sitting her onto her lap. The little Romanoff rubs the rest of her tears out of her eyes with her little fists.

"Have I ever told you that grandma Melina and grandpa Alexei aren't my real parents? And auntie Yelena isn't my real sister?" Natasha asks.

"They're not?" Y/N asks, tilting her head in confusion. Natasha shakes her head and smiles softly at her daughter.

"No. When I was a baby, my real parents… died. And your real parents probably couldn't take care of you, honey. I found you in front of my door when you were a little baby" Natasha explains, successfully avoiding the topic of the Red Room and Y/N's only listening to her carefully. "And I decided to take care of you and to be your mommy. It doesn't matter if I gave birth to you or not, Y/N… I love you, детка. That's what matters" Natasha smiles, kissing Y/N's forehead. (baby)

"But why were you so mean to me? You didn't even let me tell you what happened" Y/N sighs, looking up at Natasha and waiting for an explination.

"Do you want to tell me now?" Natasha asks, rubbing Y/N's back. "They were being mean to me, mama. They always Made fun of me and Maddie wanted to hit me, so I pushed her away, but she pushed the widow that was opened and it broke" Y/N sighs, looking at her knees, tears running down her cheeks.

"Детка, I'm so sorry. I should have let you explain" Natasha apologises, running her fingers through Y/N's hair and giving the little head a kiss. "Mama was being really unfair, I'm sorry, honey. Will you forgive me?" (baby)

Y/N wipes her tears and smiles at Natasha, nodding her head. She pouts her lips for a kiss which makes Natasha smile and peck Y/N's lips with an innocent kiss.

"I love you, Y/N/N. More than anything" Natasha smiles, cupping her daughter's cheeks with her hands and wiping the rest of Y/N's tears.

"I love you too, mommy" Y/N smiles, wrapping her arms around Natasha's neck, hugging her tightly and hoping her mom will never let go.

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flyinghassassin · 9 months

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Movie night

Summary: In which after fleeing to Norway,Natasha and you enjoy a movie.

Word count: 900

Warnings: fluff,slight angst.

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Once she was an Avenger; now just a fugitive. Life was never easy for Natasha Romanoff.

The Red Room,all the people she had to kill, and when she finally got to break free and have her own life,the continued scrutiny from people once she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and the need to prove she had changed.

Life was always tough with Natasha Romanoff,but she was always able to cope and rise up.

She had found a family in the Avengers and something more in you, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, although she had never had the courage to confess it to you for fear that you would reject her because of her past,so she was simply content with the days you spent training, talking, or watching movies.

Everything was fine (as fine as the life of an Avenger and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. can be).

Then the Sokovia agreements were created and approved.

The Avengers, formerly a family, fought, defending the position they believed to be just.

The conflict had ended with the victory of Tony and his allies and the capture and imprisonment of their adversaries.

However, Natasha had managed to escape and had asked you to go with her, which you accepted.

Now Natasha was on the run, and you were on leave, having asked Phil Coulson for a few days off due to an injury sustained in battle and the stress you claimed you were under.

You and Natasha had taken a ferry to Sæbø, a small village in Norway, far enough away to find the tranquility Natasha longed for.

It was there that you met Rick Mason,an old friend and ally of Natasha's.

He claimed that what mattered to him was the profit he made,but the easy smile he had and his relaxed posture made you doubt that.

When you first met, Natasha had introduced you, and Rick had complimented your handshake,saying it was just as firm as that of "the redhead who scares everyone, causing you to laugh and Natasha to grumble something in Russian.

You and Natasha were now living in a campervan that Rick had prepared, which included several fake passports for Natasha and a basic hardware kit.

Power came from a generator that, in Natasha's words "looked like it was going to stop working at night and turn the camper into a scene from a slasher movie".

This had made you laugh slightly, but at the same time it had worried you a little, making you remember one of your missions as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, a worry that Natasha had taken care of, kissing your forehead when you had confessed it to her and assuring her that she would make sure that nothing would happen to you.

In this new life that you and Natasha now had, things seemed to have calmed down.

Your relationship had grown closer,and Natasha had confessed to you secrets she had only told those closest to her—secrets about the Red Room,her family, and the odysseys she had lived through—while you had confessed to her your experiences as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent,your near-death experience when HYDRA had risen,and the times you had been kidnapped to use you as leverage.

You spent your days researching as much as possible about the Red Room, having promised Nat that you would help her, and she had trained you more thoroughly, making you run up the mountain, carry weight, become faster with your weapons, and improve your hand-to-hand combat skills.

Evenings were spent watching some of the movies that gave Nat comfort, eating the food you had made, and once you had finished eating, lying on the couch and cuddling so you wouldn't get cold on the cold nights,while talking about everything that came to your minds, Natasha using Russian words to refer affectionately to you when she was tired.

It was one of those nights when Natasha had come out of the shower with her head full of thoughts, so you decided to cheer her up in the best way you knew how, so you prepared some food and put on one of Natasha's favorite movies.

When she saw all this, a smile crossed her face.

"You didn't need all this, detka."

"You deserve it, Nat; today has been a hard day; you have the right to relax," you replied, smiling.

Natasha came up to you and gave you a hug.

"You are the best, Y/N."

"I know," you replied, grinning.

Natasha laid down on the couch, gesturing for you to lie down next to her and put on the movie.

When she finished eating the food you had made, she put a hand around your waist, hugging you and pulling you closer to her.

Natasha laid down on the couch, gesturing for you to lie down next to her and put on the movie.

When she finished eating the food you had made, she put a hand around your waist, hugging you and pulling you closer to her.

The movie progressed, and you enjoyed her proximity and the warmth her body gave you while she whispered the lines of the movie in your ear.

The warmth of her body, the soft rain that was hitting against the windows of the campervan, and her voice were lulling you to sleep until you finally succumbed to sleep, falling asleep in her arms.

The last thing you heard was the soft "I love you, detka" that Natasha murmured, making you smile and murmur a soft "So do I.".

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tahliafox · 2 years

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omg HELLO i am in love with your one-shots, could you please do mommy!nat touching herself while watching photos of the reader’s nude pics of her? ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT DO IT

Pretty photos.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Based on request (sorry this isn't exactly what you requested, most of my fics rely heavily off of dialogue and natasha being on her own wouldn’t have any of that, so the fic would be kinda boring, so i made it into a phone call, hope that's ok and that you like the fic. Thank you so much for requesting <33) also holy fuck balls, I love your fics too

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Older!Natasha, Smut, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, Masturbation, phone sex.

Words: 759

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Missing u mommy. Can't stop thinking bout u :(

Natasha had been staring at the message for at least 10 minutes now, laying in her bed alone. It almost seemed unreal to her. Her innocent little angel sending explicit photos to her in the middle of the day with no warning whatsoever was a locked away fantasy of hers, a dream that she never thought would come true, but it had.

You had solemnly left Natasha earlier today, having to go to your parents house for the weekend. Natasha was hesitant to let you leave, wanting to come with you but you didn’t like the idea of your father meeting your girlfriend who was the same age as him.

She took off her pants and underwear as soon as you sent it, being on the run, alone in Norway, there was no risk to fucking herself anymore. Her slender fingers caressed her arousal and smeared it over her clit. Her breath picked up and got heavy when she started rubbing herself whilst looking at the photos you had sent her.

The first one could be taken as innocent, your hair down framing your face, Natashas oversized sweater covering your torso and upper thigh. Unbeknownst to Natasha, you weren't wearing anything underneath her sweater and had been rubbing yourself on the sleeves (that smelt of her) for the last half an hour.

The second one was a little more promiscuous. You had brought the sweater up so she could see that you weren't wearing anything underneath. There was a clear glisten of wetness coating your thighs. God what she would give to lick that off your bare skin.

The third one was to a whole new extreme. You must have gained some confidence as the sweater had come off, your tits were dressed in pretty white lace (complimenting your complexion) and you had forgone any panties. The phone was held in your left hand, pointing at the mirror and your left was buried in between your slick-covered thighs.

Her breathing got heavier as she fucked herself harder.

Mommy can’t stop thinking about you either, sweet angel. You look so pretty in those photos for me. Making mommy want to fly over just to fuck you dumb.

The read receipts showed up, then three bubbles at the bottom of the screen. Natasha's heart jumped

[incoming call from ‘mommy’s angel <3’]

Natasha immediately clicked the answer and the first thing you heard was her heavy breathing. Sadly there was no video attached so she kept the third photo on her screen instead, imagining that's what you were currently doing.

“Hi, mommy.” you whispered out meekly, embarrassed about what you had sent.

“Fuck, angel. You’ve got mommy all worked up sending those pretty photos.” Natasha moaned out, her fingers speeding up at the sound of your voice.

“Missed you, tried to cum but can’t do it without you.” you whimpered when you realised what she was doing. “Need my mommy's help, I can only cum with you.”

“Aww, sweetheart. Has mommy broken you? My poor little girl not being able to cum without her mommy's help. S’ok baby.” she slurred. “Mommy's here now, want to carry on pleasing yourself for me?”

“Don’t know how.” you heard a sloppy sound on the other side of the call.

“Rub your clit with your middle finger, for me. Up and down just how mommy does it when we are together.” Natasha instructed. You did as she said and started fingering at your clit. “Keep talking, baby. Let mommy hear your voice.”

“Can’t, mommy. My parents are downstairs.” you whispered. Natasha moaned at the thought of you sneaking away from your family dinner to talk to her and bucked her hips off the bed.

“Oh, poor baby. Just keep rubbing yourself for me. Mommy is so close, angel. You going to cum with me?” Natasha was desperate to cum but didn’t want to leave you out. Her moans got louder and breaths got heavier and a sticky sound was coming out of the phone. “Can you hear how wet you make me, baby? Mommy’s dripping onto the bed thinking about all the ways I can ruin your pretty little head.”

Without being able to stop it, Natasha came with a moan of your name. This pushed you over the edge and you bit into your bedsheets to stop yourself from screaming.

“Thank you for sending those photos to me. I'm so proud of you for having the confidence, always such a good girl for mommy.”

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wandabear · 11 months

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EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY [CH 4] - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Summary: Y/N proposes to Wanda and she says… no. That’s when things get complicated, too much.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader | Natasha Romanoff x oc

ㅤㅤㅤ CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX - finale

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Warning: Somewhat graphic MCU violence, ANGST and FLUFF. As you know me: Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. This mcu style is my own, Natasha Romanoff will not die here. You're warned. She deserves to be happy.

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The Great War Fade into you - Mash up ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCHAPTER FOUR ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPART I: THE GREAT WAR

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“Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff are in violation of the Sokovia Accords. They assaulted the king of Wakanda and now they're helping two of the most dangerous fugitives, Y/N Y/L/N and Julia Hale. Make an example out of them.” General Ross ordered his soldiers, who after taking courage entered the building surrounding it.

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It wasn’t an easy mission to find themselves against three enhanced and the fucking Black Widow.

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Ross's phone started ringing a few seconds later, unaware that a certain redhead was watching him through the cameras around the place.

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“Yeah?”

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“Don't do this.” Natasha left the phone on speaker and looked at herself in the mirror. “Come after me... I mean, you're embarrassing yourself. It looks desperate.”

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“Thought maybe you'd be calling me to cut a deal. 'Cause from my vantage point, it's the federal fugitive who's desperate.” Ross's voice showed how proud he felt, he had captured the elusive Black Widow.

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Natasha sighed, changing her blouse for a nice grey hoodie. “From my vantage point, you look like you could use some bed rest. What is this, your second triple bypass? You look like shit.”

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“I wouldn't worry about me.” Ross scoffed. “We got your sister, she's fiery! We got Barton, we got the Bishop girl, Sam Wilson...”

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Natasha clenched her jaw when she heard her sister's name, he knew how to press those weak points. Or at least try.

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“Everyone will recognize you all, Rogers is on the run too. You got no friends. Where you gonna go?”

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“I've lived a lot of lives before I met you, Ross.” Nat smiled and took her phone. “You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble. I'm done.”

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She ended the call and left that bathroom. As she walked to the bow of that boat, Ross right now was breaking into a long ago abandoned apartment.

Nat played him a trick again, he took the bite perfectly.

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“All good?” Y/N asked as she watched the redhead approach breaking that disposable phone.

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“The asshole swallowed it all.” Natasha threw the phone into the water. There was no one but them and some people sleeping, it was barely five in the morning.

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The breeze and the mist from the Norwegian fjords in front of them showed them one of the most beautiful landscapes they had ever seen.

Y/N handed her a cup of coffee and they both shared a moment together while Wanda and Jules rested before they reached Sæbø.

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“Perfect. Now we just... let's try to keep up.” Y/N sighed and looked around. Sæbø was a fairly quiet town, and living on the outskirts would give them a great advantage in staying unnoticed.

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“We need to draw less attention.” Nat licked her lips and leaned against the ship's rail, watching that beautiful place. “I never came to Norway, you know?”

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"It's beautiful." The brunette smiled. “Thank you for doing this, you didn't have to. You could have stayed on Stark's side, you know he would have supported you."

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“I know.” Nat sighed and turned to see her friend. “But I wouldn't leave my friends behind, Yelena wouldn't forgive me either.”

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Just remembering her sister and the conditions in which they surely kept her broke everything inside the spy.

Nat struggled a lot to find Yelena again and gain her trust, leaving her on the raft for a while longer was painful but necessary.

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“We can do this, and soon we will rescue Yelena. We just need time to put together everything we need.” Y/N placed her hand on the redhead's shoulder. Nat's teary green eyes broke her heart.

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“You promise me?”

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“I swear, Nat. We'll go get her.”

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“We've got a generator outside. It's petrol-powered. And the septic tank will need a flush in a couple of weeks, but, you know, I've got a guy coming for that.” Richard got out of that trailer and turned to see Nat, who was perched against the door smirking. “You okay? I hear things. You know, something about the Avengers getting divorced...”

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“Ugh. It's fine.” Natasha shrugged. “I'm actually better on my own.”

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The man arched an eyebrow, at least she was still looking really hot like always. “Are you sure?”

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“Because you can tell me, you know.” Richard smiled flirtatiously at her. “That's the way the whole friends thing works.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I know. I have friends.” Nat smiled and nodded toward the girls arriving at the trailer. “They’re there… and I don't pay you to worry.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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At that time, Y/N parked the small Lada Niva jeep in front of the campsite. They all started to unload all the supplies they had brought from three markets in the town. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N wore her hair in two braids, a huge plaid shirt and a cute beanie. Jules now had a wild ‘bisexual-bob’ cut with a few streaks of blonde, quite different from her typical dark hair. Wanda was the one who had made the makeover and according to the girls: she did an excellent job. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ And Wanda kept her brown hair but with bangs, making her look adorable and different. No one had recognized them until now, and if they did, they just smiled kindly and kept the secret to support them. They saved the world so many times, people saw that and cared for them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Did you get rejected again?” Y/N joked at Richard and he just shrugged. Wanda smiled - she knew Richard didn't stand a chance with Nat- and Jules just rolled her eyes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “She is hard to catch.” Richard got in his car and drove off. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The three arrived at the first trailer, while the other was a little further away, near the river. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Richard stopped by for some smooch or what?” Y/N joked, but Natasha just completely ignored it. Wanda just said a soft 'ew'. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Very funny… but seriously speaking, it's all done.” Nat showed them all the place, both trailers had a cozy bedroom, a bathroom, a nice sofa and TV, as well as a small kitchen. Everything was pretty cozy and good. “The idea would be that we live two in each trailers.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ They all agreed. Wanda walked through the trailer snooping around the kitchen area and the bedroom. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “The story, if the police come close - which I highly doubt - is that we are Aussies backpacking the world.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It sounds pretty good.” Y/N nodded. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Looks good.” Wanda added. “Better than that small room in Budapest.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Good. Here are some important items, passports, weapons, some personal stuff you may need.” Nat took two of the bags and gave one to Y/N. “Wanda you coming with me, Jules and Y/N together.”

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They all looked at each other and then nodded, it didn't sound so bad.

“All that bloodshed, crimson clover. Uh huh, sweet dream was over. My hand was the one you reached for… All throughout the Great War...” ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Her friend's voice made Y/N smile, Jules had a beautiful voice, so deep and so beautiful that she could send chills down your spine when she sang. Though she didn't do it much. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Come on, you can do it.” The currently blonde cheered her up. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The brunette closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and tried to think of some nice memory. Losing herself in that melancholic sensation and not letting be carried away by sadness, Y/N raised her hand and felt how the breeze hit her face. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

The leaves of the trees on the ground began to swirl around them, nothing violent, like a slow dance. In perfect sync. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N smiled when she noticed how the leaves danced, some clouds formed over them but the inhuman dissipated them carefully. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “How does it feel?” Jules asked. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“It’s… it’s different. I feel everything, it’s like… when I’m angry the thunder-clouds talk to me, they beg me to let them rain. The power of the storm flows through my veins, my mind, it's part of me.” Y/N shrugged, few seconds later everything calmed down and the leaves fell to the ground. “That was good, right?”

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“Good? It was amazing! You are improving a lot... I’m proud of you!” Jules smiled proudly but couldn't help feeling a little sad, which her friend noticed.

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“You okay?” Y/N approached her.

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“I’m just… I used to be an agent, you know? I was good at it.” Jules swallowed, lowering her gaze somewhat sadly. “Now I'm afraid of... of not knowing what I am.”

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Feeling that you are different and starting to know yourself was something incredible, scary but incredible. But what happens when you don't know what you are? Or rather: what you can do.

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“What happens if I explode? What happens if... something catches fire because of me? What would happen if...? I don't know.” Jules panicked but Y/N rushed to hug her. “What if I hurt you all? Maybe I should go, be alone...”

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“That will not happen, everything will be fine. You won't hurt us, okay?” Y/N smiled tenderly and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “Soon you’ll know, when it is time, we will discover it together…”

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Jules didn't say anything, just seemed lost in fear and thoughts.

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“You with me?”

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“All the way.” The blonde smiled.

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Y/N nodded and took her arm so they could walk together down that path in the woods, coming back to the trailers.

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“So… You haven't talked to Wanda?” Jules smiles mischievously, biting her bottom lip.

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“Jules…”

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“I don’t know how to do it.” Y/N sighed, she felt too lost and confused. It was so much easier when Wanda was acting like a jerk, it made 'ignoring' her so much easier. “She wants to try or something, I don't know. Last time she told me that she was very sorry for everything she did.”

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The blonde sighed and shrugged. “Maybe…you should give it to her.”

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“You think so?” Y/N couldn't believe it, she had to stop to see her friend face to face. “You're the one who was mad at her the most. You wanted to kick her as soon as you found out.”

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“Well we all have our moments, don't we? Forgive and forget and all that shit.” Jules rolled her eyes. “Besides, I heard how every day she came to talk to you while we were locked up… Y/N, she loves you and she’s sorry.”

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“But-”

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“And you know what?” Jules stopped, being serious this time. What she wanted most in the world was for her best friend and sister to be happy. “We’re running across the world, as if we were the worst criminals on this planet. Don't you think you deserve a little rest? We can end up locked up in the middle of the ocean, it's time for you to live. Be with her.”

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“I’m scared.” Y/N shrugged and put her hands in the pockets of the hoodie. “What if she hurts me again? What if she walks away again and broke me again with her absence?”

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“What if it doesn't happen?” Jules arched an eyebrow, winning this battle.

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Y/N sighed in defeat. “Maybe…”

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“Besides that a little sex wouldn't hurt.” Jules teased and they both started walking, reaching the campsite soon.

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“Shut up.” Y/N giggled and pushed her.

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“Go, talk to her… she was in our trailer doing some stuff when I left. Meanwhile, I'll go to... to town to buy something, or the river. Just try not to blow the roof off my trailer when you reach an orgasm.” Jules teased one more time and moved away from her, patting Y/N’s shoulder.

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“Now?” Y/N panicked when she saw the trailer door open and heard how Wanda hummed a beautiful lullaby.

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“Now it sounds on time.” Jules turned to see her but kept walking backwards. “Remember that we do not have much life expectancy in this job.”

Y/N entered the trailer and watched as the brunette was humming and cooking something. She couldn't help but smile.

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Y/N laughed. “We just went for a walk for a while, to clear our minds.”

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“That sounds good, sometimes it's necessary when this is… too much...” Wanda sighed, looking around her.ㅤㅤㅤ

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“Today I was able to move the treetops a bit. Very slowly, without causing any trouble. No thunderstorms, no tornadoes, no hail. Just everything under control.” For the first time, she was glad to have some kind of control over her powers. It felt so good, she felt happy.

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“Really?” Wanda smiled widely. “Wow, Y/N, that’s so good.”

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“Thank you.” Y/N blushed and keep their hands in their pockets. Hoped Wanda wouldn't be able to hear her heart pound with her being so close.

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“At least this time I didn't make it rain when I'm feeling a little sad.” Y/N joked but recalled one of their most interesting moments there. “That would draw too much attention to us again, especially when the forecast says it will be just cloudy all week.”

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Wanda giggled. “Yeah, I'm sure Ross must have a whole team googling ‘weird weather stuff’ around the world.”

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“Maybe I should even be guilty of global warming!I bet you he'll tell that to the President!”

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They both laughed and it felt so warm, so good and familiar. They could finally share a personal moment together after so much.

Y/N stayed for a moment watching as Wanda cut some vegetables and dropped them into the pot, stirring it slowly. Making a delicious sauce for spaghetti.

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“I like how the bangs looks on you. It takes my breath away.” Y/N sighed. Wanda looked up quickly, the hope inside growing exponentially upon hearing that.

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“Do you think so?” Those hopeful green eyes sparkled.ㅤ

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“I love it, and your brown hair is... lovely.” Y/N walked over to her and stood by her side, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear.

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“Thank you.” The sokovian murmured, biting her lower lip. “I like how you look too.”

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“I did nothing.” Y/N looked at herself.

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“I know.”

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They both looked at each other without saying anything, just the exquisite tension that they missed so much.

Since they had been together, everything was so beautiful and different. So exciting and romantic enough to scare Wanda away completely and to hurt Y/N and keep distance from her.

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“Wanda?” Y/N whispered.

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Wanda swallowed, without breaking the connection between their gazes. “Yes, detka?”

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“I missed you.”

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Wanda smiled tenderly and happily. “I missed you too.”

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“You hurted me so bad.”

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Well, that had been as long as she could take. Wanda felt she couldn't climb too high as she was soon plummeting back down.

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“I know.” Wanda looked down.

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“No, no like that.” Y/N pursed her lips, it was time to drop everything once and for all to heal. “You said I wasn't THAT person you saw a future with, you didn't even know you'd be with me that long.”

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“I've said a lot of things, I know that! I was so scared, Y/N.” The brunette hugged herself. “You have no idea how scared it was to love you that way and... to feel that you loved me as much or more than I loved you. Cause I love you, so much you can't even imagine. But I felt… I felt small and scared of losing everything, that it was more than what I deserve. I was afraid that I wouldn't be enough for you, that I didn’t deserve you.”

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“We know that. And I forgive you...” Y/N sighed, she settled next to the redhead. “But if we want to move forward, we have to let go of everything that hurts us.”

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“Move forward…?” Wanda looked at her without understanding, and without wanting to get too excited for nothing.

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“I'm sorry I asked you to marry me, maybe it was too soon.”

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“No! No… It wasn't... I was just afraid, I lost everything, my family, my country, and then I have you and... I was terrified of losing you. Watching you die like everyone around me.”

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Y/N took her hand to gently caress Wanda's cheek. “You won't lose me.”

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Wanda blinked in disbelief, this was what she expected. “Is… Is this a… are we?”

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“I don’t know yet…” The taller woman narrowed her eyes playfully. “Let's go slowly, if that's alright with you.”

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Y/N was encouraged to go further and hugged Wanda’s waist who, instantly upon feeling her touch, clung to her. It didn't take long for them to kiss again, to join once more in a caress that they had been waiting for so long.

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Wanda was lost in Y/N's soft lips, in that familiar and pleasant warmth. Her belly was so warm, screaming that she was completely in love with Y/N.

There was no case, no matter how long she refused to accept it, she was in love. Wanda Maximoff is in love.

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“How about we... have a date.” She sighed once they broke away from the kiss, smiling so excited.

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Y/N chuckled, she didn’t allow herself to let go of her waist. “Oh, Wands... I think we've been through more than one date, don't you?”

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“I know, but... now we're getting to know each other again, and everything has changed so much.” Wanda took courage, defeating all the nerves she felt. “Would you come on a date with me?”

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Waiting for a while, enjoying that, Y/N nodded before pecking those lips. “Of course.”

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And while they tried to make their first date special, it didn't take long for them to end up in the huge bed in Wanda's room. Naked bodies finding each other under the soft sheets.

Y/N's lips ran down the back of her beloved, so slowly, little by little, discovering her once again. Making each other their own, complementing each other perfectly.

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The smiles were not lacking, the words of love and eternal promises. Wanda kissed Y/N’s hand when they intertwined their fingers, after making love all night.

Of course this was going to work, this time, nothing was going to stop them.

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“We still have to go on a second date, okay?” Y/N laughed when Wanda bit her naked shoulder and kept kissing her arm and chest.

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“All the dates you want… as long as they don't find out about us.”

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“Do you know something? Maybe I’m selfish but… I like this moment, together. Just us.” Wanda snuggled up against her girlfriend. “Without a huge noisy city and problems to solve like Avengers…. Is that selfish?”

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“No, it’s not, my love. And if it was…” She took a moment to admire her body. “It's not bad to be selfish sometimes, you know? It makes us human.

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“Sorry, I had to go inside because it's late and so fucking cold outside.” Jules got into the trailer trying to warm her hands, rubbing them together. “In my trailer there are two lovebirds loving each other non-stop.”

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Natasha -who was eating something on the sofa in front of the tv- looked at her in confusion, not sure if it was because of what she said or because Jules had walked in.

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“Oh.” Nat nodded. “I'm glad they fixed it.”

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“Yeah.” Jules walked over and sat in one of the chairs, taking off her coat. The place was much warmer than outside. Natasha took one of her beer bottles and held it out to her. “Oh, you watching Bond? Nice.”

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“Yep.” Nat didn't take her eyes off the TV, lost in the dialogues she knew by heart.

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“Moonraker? Do you like Moonraker?” Jules smiled curiously, but Natasha quickly turned a bit annoyed.

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“Yeah, why? Will you also tell me that it is crap and that others are better?” The redhead raised an eyebrow.

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“No, I like it too. Besides to 'The spy who loved me'.” Jules shrugged and settled back to keep watching the movie, not realizing that the russian's gaze was still on her. “I didn't know you liked James Bond movies, guess it's something between spies...”

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“Kinda.” Natasha's serious face softened, perhaps she was too tough at times to let anyone else into her life. Yelena did it since they were kids, but Clint had given her the chance to be friends, something impossible for her.

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When she joined the Avengers, her heart opened up a little more to that complex 'family'. But after that, she hadn't allowed herself to love or accept anyone else.

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‘You're not a sportsman, Mr. Bond. Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?’

‘Because I discovered he had a crush on me.’

‘Moonraker 1 on preset launch program...’

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“I like how your hair looks on you.” The redhead said without further ado, almost like a whisper. She remembered the time where Jules and Y/N had been locked up, how guilt devoured painfully her all those weeks.

Natasha had broken many hearts in her life, but she had never been so sorry for one of them before.

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“Yeah, imagine if I were bald!” Jules teased.

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“No, I mean it. The blonde…” She swallowed, leaving a small door open in that gesture. And Jules took it, putting the film aside for a moment to watch Nat. ㅤㅤㅤ “Thank you.”

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Green and light brown met. Again, this one looks different.

It wasn't at a Stark party where flirting was normal, or somewhere in hiding to make out and then pretend nothing happened.

This was sharing.

ㅤㅤㅤ “What's that? jam?” Jules took that little jar and spoon from Nat’s hand, taking a good taste of that delicious jelly or whatever she thought it was. It was so salty, clearly it wasn't jam, Jules made a disgusted face and dropped the jar in the trash. “Natasha, what the fuck?”

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“Hey!” Nat complained, looking at the trash can. “That’s a good caviar!”

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“Jeez, couldn't you buy some chips or something?” She tried to wipe the taste from her mouth and wrinkled her nose. “Ugh…”

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“No, because I thought I was going to watch my fucking movie alone. Eating my caviar.” Natasha huffed. “And don't pretend, you know it didn't taste so bad.”

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“Y/N always buy chips.” Jules whispered mischievously, noticing how Nat turned to see her somewhat interested in that information. “And I don't think she'll come back, right?”

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Natasha smirked. “I don't think so.”

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Jules chuckled and got up to grab some chips from Y/N's cabinet. She tossed one to Nat who quickly caught it. Both were lost in the movie for a while until one of the two broke the silence.

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Nat whispered. “I know we haven't talked much since you… you know.”

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“Since I called you heartless bitch?” The blonde muttered as she ate some nachos.

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Nat smiled a little amused. “In fact you called me ‘The bitch with a selective heart’.”

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“Oh, yeah, I remember.” Jules smiled proudly, taking a sip of the beer.

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“You and I were never able to talk about everything that happened, Julia.” The spy knew the effect it had when she called her by that name.

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“One, don’t call me Julia. Two, kind of hard when you spend time locked in a rock and then run around hiding from some governments.” The brown-eyed woman teased but never took her eyes off the tv.

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“You loved me.” Nat finally said, swallowing, saying it out loud was very different. “That night you said that you loved me.”

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“It's in the past.” Jules avoided looking at her, opening another bag of chips.

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The russian tilted her head. “Is it?”

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“What do you want me to say, Natasha?” Jules snapped, staring at her now. “That I HAD feelings for you? That I cried like a fucking teenager and that turns my stomach just remembering it? Want me to say that I fall in love with you? That I loved you?”

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Jules let out a sad giggle.

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“Yeah, I did. I never felt so humiliated when you slept with another agent after that.” Jules stared into Natasha's green eyes, losing herself in them but not in the same way as before. “and every time I remember… Every time I remember what I told you, and how you humiliated me for that, makes me want to hit myself so bad.”

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“I’m sorry.” Natasha genuinely apologized, feeling so much guilt inside. She didn't understand what was the desire to cry that she felt lately, a loneliness that she appreciated before and now drowned her. “I know I was harsh…”

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“That wasn’t being harsh, that was being an asshole. Punishing me in front of my teammates to make a point.” Jules swallowed, feeling the bitterness.

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“I wasn't ready. I was taught that love is for children.”

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The blonde sighed and shook her head, completely defeated. “Well, there's no point in debating that anymore, is there, honey?”

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Those words made Nat swallow, what was that feeling of sadness? Rejection perhaps?

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“We are no longer the same.” Jules drank some beer before keep going, licking her lips. “We're two... ex-agents on the run. Besides that now I am a freak with powers that I still don't know, and I don't know how to control.”

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Nat watched her with tenderness and perhaps some concern. “You’re not a freak.”

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“Anyway...” Jules sighed. “At least I can say that I fell in love once. And with the amazing ‘Black Widow’, at least I won't be the only one.”

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The girl smiled and brought her beer closer to clink it against Nat's.

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“I don't feel very amazing right now.” Natasha bit her bottom lip.

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Jules saw a certain sadness in those green eyes, knew instantly what she meant. “It's not your fault. We'll go get Yelena and everybody, soon.”

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She took the spy's hand and squeezed it. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We just have to wait to get everything, the Quinjet and... we can go, I know.”

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They both smiled tenderly, it was time to support each other.

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“Why did you stop loving me?”

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Jules dropped her head back on the sofa, here we go again. “There's no point in talking about it, Romanoff.”

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“Maybe I do want to talk about it now.”

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“Oh, now is a good time to talk about it?” Jules perhaps said something sarcastic and harsh, but hearing herself that way made her feel bad, she sighed and tried to calm down. “It's pointless now, Nat.”

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“Why not?”

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“Because there's no point in loving someone who can't love you.”

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“Because I'm a heartless bitch, right?”

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“No, because I'm not enough for you!” Jules exploded and then got up from the couch. “I am not enough and I never will be, you told me that. And I don't understand why you make me relive it now! Again!”

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Natasha looked at her worriedly, noticing the girl's eyes fill with tears.

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“I'm fine, trying to move on. Maybe one day I'll meet a pretty girl, I don't know, who loves me as I am and for what I am. And I will stop being in love with an impossible crush like you.” She inhaled deeply trying not to cry this time. “We can be friends.”

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Natasha frowned and stood up to face her. “I don't want that.”

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“Okay, teammates at least.”

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Nat was a little nervous for not knowing how to express herself. “No, I don’t mean that. I mean, I want to be something else.”

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Jules frowned, trying to see the catch. “Why now?”

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“Why not?”

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“Is it because I'm your only option since we're running away?” ㅤㅤㅤ

Natasha chuckled wryly. “Do you think that would stop me? I lived as a spy, I had many lives before I was Natasha Romanoff."

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“Oh cool, the woman of many lives.” Jules rolled her eyes.

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“You've been spellbound with me for months, looking for an opportunity. You have it now, why don't you want it?” Nat couldn't understand what had changed in Jules’s heart this time. “Why don’t you want me?”

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“Because I'm better than this.” Jules said those words as if trying to believe it for the first time in her life. “I'm better than ‘something to settle for and that's it’.”

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“But I like you.”

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She sighed. “I know, Nat, we fucked many times.”

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“No, you moron.” Nat smiled and shook her head. “I think I'm falling in love with you, for a long time.”

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"And I don't know how to do it, I was never in love. I've always been in control of myself and my feelings, and now… I don't know how to do it when you're here."

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Those words made Natasha sigh deeply, finally releasing one of the most powerful sentences of her life. And it felt good, pretty good. Finally.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Unlike Jules, who looked like a huge bucket of cold water had been dropped on her. Completely shocked.

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“Oh no.” The blonde mumbled. “Really?”

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“Aren't you happy with that? I thought you would be.” Natasha frowned in amusement, stretching out her hand to take the girl's and they both sat down on the sofa again, sharing the blanket.

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“I know, it's just… I-I never thought that would happen.” Jules swallowed, feeling her heart start beating faster than ever. “What are we going to do?”

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“We can go slow too.” Natasha offered, trying to look sure and confident, but inside her an endless number of flying things stirring anxiously. It felt so strange and charming for the first time.

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“We can watch the movie.” Jules said barely, with a small smile on her lips and a special sparkle in her eyes.

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“We can do that.” Nat smiled one more time.

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They both stayed together, watching the movie. Without realizing it, Jules laid her head on the redhead's shoulder and everything felt good, for both of them.

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Both hearts beat fast, this time not because of sex but because of the closeness. And without realizing it, around that place some beautiful daisies grew quickly, under the moonlight. Something magic.

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But unlike the other two, going slow was not the idea at all. Since that night, Wanda and Y/N hadn’t separated again.

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Of course, although Y/N spent a lot of time in Wanda's trailer, sometimes Jules kicked her out so she could rest one night on her own bed.

After sharing a delicious stew and a last dinner in that place they considered their home for a while, they were ready to move on with their plans.

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In the distance, over the mountains, one of the most beautiful northern lights could be seen. An incredibly unique event.

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“What do we have?” Nat asked as she drank some of her beer, the four of them were around a nice bonfire under the moonlight.

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“Underwater prison, prisoners have no contact with the outside world, and they never return to it.” Y/N stroked the bridge of her nose. “I spoke with a former S.H.I.E.L.D. The place is guarded by US Marshasls. It's not impossible but not easy either.”

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“That place is for maniacs, it's a place for…” Natasha seemed quite worried.

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“Criminals.” Wanda finished the sentence, looking at the fire. The reflection from the campfire making her eyes look even more beautiful.

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“Our source said that Clint and Ant-dude made a deal, as long as they both retire.” Jules took a sip of the beer.

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Natasha nodded, at least Clint was safe. He had a family, he couldn't lose everything.

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“Steve will join us in Dublin.” Nat watched the three of them, handing them new long range earpieces. “You'll take out the Marshall's while we entertain Ross with a show of 'Rogers gives himself up'.”

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“And then?” Wanda asked what everyone was thinking at that moment. “After that, what are we going to do?

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“Flee, possibly continue to live as nomads.” Y/N grimaced, pushing some wood towards the fire. “They will come back to look for us, maybe more than before.”

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“So…” Jules sighed and raised her beer, toasting. “Let's get them out of there.”

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“To them.”

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"To family."

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They all toasted their friends and enjoyed that drink of beer. It was their last night there, and they had to be strong because the next day, everything was going to change. Forever.

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And things changed, quite a lot. Together with Steve, they all managed to get all their friends out of the Raft alive.

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They began to live as nomads, from one place to another without finding a home. By carrying out the missions and taking care of things that the governments didn't do, they took justice into their own hands.

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Because even though S.H.I.E.L.D fell and the Avengers were done, it didn't mean the cause was lost.

Things with Wanda improved a lot, although sometimes being together was difficult when you were hiding. Romantic getaways are rare, but at least they were together.

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For example, the time they visited Rome momentarily, they took the opportunity to escape together.

Wanda took advantage of every moment to make Y/N fall in love again, even though Y/N was afraid. And Y/N took advantage to make each moment unique. Also that sex was so much more interesting when you are one of the most wanted women in the world.

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Y/N was controlling her powers so much better, understanding them more instead of repressing them. Wanda taught her a lot about it, reminding that fear was only going to make everything worse.

ㅤㅤㅤ When the day was sunny, she felt an enormous peace and a warmth that filled her with vigor.

When the day was rainy, she would rejoiced into the comfort and happiness. Feeling how the rain wrapped her in a fresh embrace, renewing her.

When there was a storm, she felt her blood pumping hard and her heart pounding fast. Feeling this unique adrenaline rush, Y/N felt complete and powerful. Lightning streaking across the sky, thunder making the earth tremble.

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A wide smile formed on her lips. She felt complete.

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And Wanda felt enormous happiness to see Y/N accept and understand herself.

Since she left Y/N that time, Wanda hadn't been the same, but now that they given themselves a chance together, Wanda felt like she was living again. A new opportunity that she wasn’t going to waste, ever again.

And they all saw it, they all saw again how in love they were. Not just Y/N this time, both.

Until one night, everything drastically changed. New York had been attacked again, and Earth just lost her best defenders.

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Wanda and Y/N were on a little romantic getaway on Scotland when they found out about this, while Natasha, Steve, Jules, and Sam watched the whole thing on tv.

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Without hesitation, they all jumped into the quinjet as fast as they could to head to the Compound, where they were greeted by James Rhodes and Bruce Banner.

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“The world's on fire.” Those were the exact words of Y/N when she saw the videos on the screens, over and over again. The attack on New York, the day Tony and Spider-man were gone.

Thanos's ships were outside the stratosphere awaiting orders.

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She reached for Wanda's hand to intertwine their fingers, sharing the same look of concern. This could be the end of everything, but they would be together until the end. ㅤㅤㅤ

“We can do this.” Wanda whispered and leaned her head on Y/N's shoulder, as they waited for the Quinjet to land in wakanda. If a battle did take place, it would be ideal to do it where they the local advantage.

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“We can do this.” Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath.

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“I love you, detka... This is forever.” ㅤㅤㅤ

“I love you, Wands.”

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"When we get back… do you think…" Wanda bit her lower lip, a little nervous. “Do you think we could do…?”

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Y/N frowned blankly. “What?”

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“Marry me.”

ㅤㅤㅤ That left Y/N speechless, she tried to search Wanda's gaze for some sign that it was a joke or that it was just part of the despair of the moment, but she could only see love on her girlfriend's look. Just that, just love. Right time, the right place.

ㅤㅤㅤ “Wands…”

ㅤㅤㅤ "Please, detka." Wanda sighed, wishing with all her heart that Y/N would say yes. "Marry me."

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The sokovian took her girlfriend's hand. “This time is different… Y/N, I can't see a life without you. Let's get married."

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Y/N just stays silent for a moment, looking at her. And a smile begins to slowly appear on her lips.

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“Yeah.”

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Wanda smiled feeling the tears forming in her eyes. "Is it a yes?"

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“It’s a hell yeah! Let's get married, girl.”

ㅤㅤㅤ They both giggled and hugged each other tightly, before sealing that pact with a deep, passionate and needy kiss of love. Now all they need to do was survive the great war. ㅤㅤㅤ

Meanwhile, in the control cabin of the quinjet were those two women about to land in Wakanda, they only needed the coordinates that Steve was giving them and they would go through the shield that protected that sacred place. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Always remember we’re burned for better. I vowed I would always be yours… If we survived the Great War.” Jules sang to herself, remembering that beautiful song.

ㅤㅤㅤ Nat cocked her head to look at her with tenderness. “Jules?”

ㅤㅤㅤ “Yeah?”

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Of endless words that she wanted to say, after being together for some time, the spy just tried her best: “You’re a good co-pilot.”

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Jules chuckled, pressing a few buttons on the panel.

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“Thanks, I worked my ass off on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy just to hear that.” The blonde joked, while making sure everything was alright. She turned to see Nat for a moment. “You okay?”

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“t's funny...” Nat cleared her throat. “My whole life, I didn't think I had any family. Turns out I got two, so... one of them's a bit of a mess right now.”

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“It'll all work out, Nat.” Jules sighed and reached out to squeeze her hand gently. “We will do it together.”

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Smiling and nodding solemnly, Natasha trusted her girl's words.

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Of course they hadn't given her any official name to this ‘thing’ yet, not even a relationship, they hadn't even told each other how much they loved each other. But everyone knew it, even Yelena who saw them from afar and couldn't help but say "ew", making everyone laugh. But of course, inside was so happy for her big sister.

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And although they tried to be brave, they gave everything of themselves in that battle. They fought against huge hordes of aliens, a genetically engineered race of extraterrestrial creatures, so awful and agressive.

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“This is it, right?” Jules said feeling like she was out of breath when she saw how those creatures charged against them. “The great war.”

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“Whatever happens, please, stay with me.” Y/N whispered, looking at Natasha, Yelena and Jules. They gave themselves the strength to start with this. Wanda was taking care that Vision was safe, that the universe was safe depended on. Although all she could think about was y/n, hoping she was safe.

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There wasn't much to say other than that it was one of the toughest battles of their lives. All the defenders of that Earth, fighting to make it survive another day.

Y/N took advantage of her powers to kill all the aliens she could, of course not too much because could get out of control and hurt everybody. She rose up, flying and smashed as many as she could with lightning and hurricanes. Fury and storm.

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Jules did the same although she still tried her best being a simple agent with weapons and shield making a wonderful team with Natasha.

She hadn't discovered her abilities yet, but one day, she would.

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“Fall back! Fall back, now!” Y/N exclaimed trying to make the Wakandans in front of her move away, watching as those huge bladed wheel-like were heading towards her and the Wakandans. “Guys, we got a situation here. I can’t stop-”

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“On my way.” Wanda spoke through the earpiece and got ready to go to help her, when something hit her with enormous strength. ㅤㅤㅤ

“She'll die alone.” Proxima threatened her, hitting Wanda with the grip of the sword hard enough to leave the sokovian crawling on the ground. "As will you."

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“She's not alone.” Natasha's sassy voice made Proxima turn to look at her. Natasha was on one side and Yelena on the other, raising her Widow's batons, ready to start the battle.

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Everything seemed to go on their side, the battle was favorable for the Avengers until a portal opened, letting that fearsome villain through.

And as they could, each one of them faced the mad titan in the way they could to prevent him from reaching Wanda and Vision. And each one of them was defeated, since he wore the gauntlet.

Steve. Bucky. Sam. T'Challa. The Hulk. Each and every one of them fell.

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Y/N stepped in the way and caused one of the most powerful thunders to strike on him, but the titan used the reality stone to prevent her from doing it again. Y/N was punched badly, her nose was broken and blood dripped from it and her lips.

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She tried again but Thanos threw her against some rocks.

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Jules tried to get in the way too, gritting teeth and trying her best, drawing a strength that she didn't know where it came from, she managed to make the earth shake, huge roots come out of the ground and catch him. But the Titan was stronger than that. He broke free and got rid of her too, as well as Yelena and Natasha.

They all fell and when he got the gem, that terrifying snap made everything change.

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“Where'd he go?”

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“Steve?” Bucky muttered before falling apart and turning to ashes. Desperate, everyone looked around them to see if their friends were okay.

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“Wanda?” Y/N murmured and ran towards her beloved, who was on the ground crying. “My love, come on.”

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She knelt down beside the sokovian to help her up, but seconds after taking Wanda’s hand, it began to disappear. “Wanda, no,no, no, no.”

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Wanda looked up to see the love of her life one more time, those huge green eyes full of pain, sadness and love saw looked at her for the last time. “I love you, detka.”

ㅤㅤ And she disappeared, just like that, in her arms. Y/N she burst into tears, shocked, terrified to see how the love of her life left her forever.

Y/N searched around as if trying to find her but everything was ashes, just ashes, and anguish everywhere. Crying impossible to contain, uncertainty and pain.

ㅤㅤ “Nat?” Jules whimpered reaching out her hand to hold Natasha's, who looked at her with a tender look. Natasha Romanoff turned to ashes along with everyone else. “NATASHA!” she yelled.

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“Sestra?! SESTRA, WHERE ARE YOU?” Yelena also screamed through the forest, looking for the redhead, trying that whistle but never received an answer.

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They got up to help those who were left, completely devastated by the loss.

Today the universe lost its greatest protectors, and half of its population.

Sighing heavily, Y/N stared at the screen once the meeting ended. She had been in contact with the remaining Avengers, who were at least trying to keep this world upright.

Steve was on an important mission, so it was their turn to take care of the Compound.

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“Where are you?” Y/N asked Rhodey, who had stayed on the line after everyone hung up.

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“Mexico.” Rhodes sighed tiredly. “The Federales found a room full of bodies… Looks like a bunch of cartel guys, never even had a chance to get their guns off.”

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The inhuman leaned back in her chair, exhausted. “It's probably a rival gang.”

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“Except it isn't.” Rhodes shook his head, knowing that Y/N would have a hard time accepting the truth but she had to. “It's definitely Julia.”

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Y/N swallowed, feeling her eyes fill with tears but she couldn't show weakness.

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“What she's done here... Y/N, what she's been doing for the last few years…” Rhodey felt enormous sadness for them, but Y/N had to understand what Jules had become. “She calls herself an 'eco-terrorist'. I mean, the scene that she left…” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Call me when you have more information and please…” Y/N was blunt. “Do not engage, just call me. I'm the only one who can stop her.”

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Rhodey nodded and his hologram disappeared. Y/N breathed shakily, tried to stay calm. A cool breeze made the treetops move slightly.

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“Easy, today's forecast does not say that there will be storms.” Her friend's hoarse voice brought her back to reality, Yelena approached her with two bowls of mac & cheese.

Sadness was reflected in those gloomy eyes, but the widow kept standing.

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“Eat, please.” The blonde told her with that thick accent, putting the bowl in front of her and sitting next to Y/N, putting some hot sauce on hers. “That is my favorite.”

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“Thank you.” Y/N sniffled.

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“Are you okay, Y/N/N?”

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“I'm just worried about her.” Y/N swallowed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “She's taking a rocky path to come back from.”

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Yelena sighed and took her hand, trying to support her in this. They had spent years side by side, trying to get over the loss and the pain. “You know it could have been me, If it weren't for you, I would be with her.”

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“But you didn’t.” ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"I decided to go back, she decided to stay."

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Y/N felt hurt by Jules, but above all, she felt her absence. Y/N understood her more than anyone, but it hurts. “I feel like I have failed her.”

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“She lost everything, Y/N/N.”

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“But not us.” Y/N cleared her throat, eating some mac and cheese.

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Touché. That was true.

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“And we'll let her know she won't lose us when she decides to come back.” The widow sighed, changing the subject to a less sad and more interesting one. For example: what was it like to receive e-mails from a raccoon?

ㅤㅤPart II is going to be the finale...

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