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Ummm... I have questions that needs to be answered. This was beautifully written. I'm heartbroken and now I'm left questioning everything. I need help..... Also is Natasha going to attack us since she's in the 'familiar' apartment or is she going to listen to us.... Furthermore wtf I- I wonder what's going to happen now. Yelena is off trying to kill Clint so how will it be impacted. How is it going to work out.

What If...? (Part Two)

Thanks @rebeliz777 for asking me to write part two, dream come true to work with one of my favourite authors.

Make sure you go check out part one here before reading this part.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f.reader

Request: A Natasha variant (preferably the one in What If.. who was a survivor of the Ultron apocalypse and then moved to a different timeline where the Avengers Initiative failed) arrived in the ‘canon’ timeline and then meets the reader who happens to be the wife of the ‘canon’ dead Natasha and reader also happens to be dead on Natasha variant’s own different timelines.

Am I making sense? Lol. Anyway, basically, the multiverse is in complete chaos here and different variants arrive in different timelines and Natasha and the love of her life meet each other again in the midst of all chaos. It would also be cool if Natasha variant gets shocked that her wife reader is in fact close to her Russian family. Would also really love Yelena to show up in this fic.

Words: 3.6k

What If...? is a collaborative writing project. Each chapter will be written by a different author but will follow the same storyline based on the request. Each author will add to the story until the request has been fulfilled.

Part Two

The past few hours had been a whirlwind. Yelena had taken you to a small private airport on the outskirts of the city where she led you to a light aircraft. You shouldn’t have been surprised when she had begun to set up for take off, Natasha was able to pilot most aircrafts so it made sense that her sister, a fellow widow, would possess the same skills.

You had strapped into the remaining seat in the cockpit, a wave of nostalgia washing over you as you recalled the countless times you had been a co-pilot for your wife. The memories of the easy smiles she would give you from the pilot's seat, headset resting atop her red locks as she looked over at you with nothing but love and adoration causing your heart to constrict painfully.

You turn away from Yelena, not wanting her to see the tears that were beginning to well in your eyes. You press the heel of your hand to your eyes, rubbing at them to try and get your emotions under control.

Yelena begins to nudge the small plane down the runway, the wheels lifting from the ground as the two of you become airborne. You adjust the headset over your ears, the noise from outside dulled by the noise suppression as your sister-in-law adjusts the dials on the control panel as you reach the desired altitude.

“So where are we going anyway?” you ask, your voice crackling through the headphones. You hadn’t thought to ask before now, too caught up with Yelena’s sudden appearance in your life and the prospect of meeting the rest of Natasha’s family.

She doesn’t even glance at you as she answers, her eyes fixed on the sky ahead as the plane glides through the air.

“Ohio.”

//

Thankfully the flight wasn’t long, an awkward silence filling the cockpit for the entire duration. You had so many questions but you were unsure how to bring them up, not wanting to dredge up any unpleasant memories for the woman who was clearly still struggling with the loss of her sister.

Instead, you watched the clouds as they rolled by, the sky a bright blue backdrop to one of the strangest days you had experienced in a long time. You hadn’t really done anything since Thanos, spending your days in your small apartment lost in the memories of happier times. The life you once led, days filled with missions and time spent training for the next threat were long behind you. You doubted you would ever be able to go back to it.

Not without Natasha.

When you land, the sun is high in the sky but the heat barely cuts through the late November chill. You’re glad you thought to bring your coat with you, wrapping it tighter around you as you climb down from the plane.

You’re surprised when you see the vehicle that Yelena is leading you towards, a blue pickup is not what you would have expected the blonde assassin to be driving. You don’t say anything as you clamber inside and neither does Yelena as she starts the car and begins the journey to your destination.

After ten minutes of driving, you can’t take the silence anymore and you reach for the radio. You thumb through the stations, trying to find a song that you recognised and smiling when the familiar notes of American Pie float through the air.

You close your eyes as you remember the look on Natasha’s face every time it would come on, the serene smile that would cross her face as she would close her eyes and sway gently to the beat. She never mentioned it but you knew it was one of her favourites and you were glad that the memory didn’t bring with it the usual wave of grief.

The music cuts off abruptly and your eyes fly open, looking over at Yelena and seeing the scowl across her features as she stares at the road ahead.

“No.”

She doesn’t offer any explanation and your stomach lurches as you realise that the song must be tied to one of her childhood memories with Natasha. Why else would the song elicit reactions from the both of them?

You turn your head to the window once more, watching as the truck navigates through the town. You pass shopfronts, football fields and rows and rows of houses; the neat, manicured lawns reflecting the ideal suburban life. You watch kids running around their yards, their laughter ringing through the air.

Yelena turns down a side street and you spy bikes resting against houses, trampolines standing tall in backyards and you even spot a tire swing hanging from one of the many trees. The houses are more spread out here, surrounded by trees and bushes and creating an almost magical, forest feel.

“This is where you grew up.” You don’t pose it as a question, not even looking to Yelena for confirmation.

Natasha had mentioned her time spent in Ohio, a wistful look on her face as she described the idyllic life she was able to lead for those few short years. Your heart had broken for her, knowing that the majority of her childhood had been filled with fear and pain. But you were glad she would always have the memories of her perfect life in the suburbs, even if it was all for show.

Yelena doesn’t respond, pulling into a driveway on the street and cutting the engine of the truck. She sits there for a moment, hands resting on the wheel as she gazes at the house before her. You catch the shimmer of her eyes and you know that the house represents more than you could ever imagine for her.

“C’mon,” she begins after a moment, reaching for the door handle. “Better not keep them waiting.”

She doesn’t wait for you, opening the door and exiting the vehicle. You watch her walk up the driveway, her plaid, yellow coat swaying as she moved. You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves as you follow suit.

Yelena is already waiting at the door by the time you catch up to her, the sound of the doorbell echoing from within the house. You hear footsteps moving closer and before you have time to worry about what awaits you on the other side, the door swings open and you’re face to face with a tall, middle-aged man whose wide smile you can only just make out through his thick beard.

“Lena,” he exclaims, wrapping the blonde in a tight hug. “Your mother said you were coming but I didn’t believe her. You haven’t been to see the house since we moved in.”

Yelena pushes herself from his grasp trying to act annoyed by his attention but you catch the smile tugging at her lips. You realise this must be Alexi, the pseudo father that Natasha had told you about. She had always said he had a way of putting his foot in it despite his good intentions and you could see what she meant.

But still, the way he looked at Yelena, you could have sworn he was her biological father.

“And you’ve brought a friend?” His attention was now turned to you and you fight the urge to shrink under his gaze, despite the friendly look on his face.

“No, she’s not a friend,” Yelena answers him, her tone leaving no room for argument. “She’s family.”

You turn to look at her but she’s already pushing past Alexi to walk inside the house, leaving the man standing there looking at you dumbfounded.

“Well,” you say after a few moments of awkward silence, “this wasn’t how I expected to meet my in-laws.”

//

After the initial shock had worn off, Alexi had ushered you inside. You had followed him through the house to a small kitchen at the back where you saw Yelena being embraced by an older woman with dark hair. As they parted, the woman cupped Yelena's face in her hands while smiling down at her and you knew that it had to be Melina, no one else would look at her with such motherly affection.

Alexi cleared his throat and Melina’s attention fell to you, her smile faltering for only a second before she took a step toward you.

“And this must be Natasha’s wife, I’m so glad to finally meet you.” Her hand was stretched out toward you and you took it in yours, trying not to react to the grip so similar to your wife's’.

“Wait, you knew?” Alexi cut in, the outrage clear on his face.

“Of course I knew,” Melina rolled her eyes as she guided you to the table nearby, her hand gently gripping your elbow. “I knew our Natasha was in love the second I saw her again at the Petersburg house. Plus, she’s still wearing her ring”

You sit at the table, Yelena taking the spot across from you and looking at you with an unreadable expression. Melina moved back to the kitchen, busying herself with arranging food onto dishes and bringing them to the table. Alexi sat down at the head of the table, eyeing you warily as he methodically buttered a roll that Melina had placed in front of him.

“She never really talked about you,” Melina continued as she worked, her eyes flitting to you, “but I wouldn’t take that personally, dear. She was still so guarded around me, even after we took down the Red Room. I don’t blame her, we lost so many years together and I betrayed her trust.”

“She talked about you,” you say after a beat, Melina's eyes flicking to you hopefully. “She had a lot of things she kept secret, it was hard for her to open up, even with me. But sometimes she’d mention something from her time in Ohio and she always seemed happy when she was remembering her time here.”

You feel a warm weight on your hand and your gaze travels from Alexis hand resting over yours to see his eyes shining with emotion. You offer him a smile in return, realising how loved Natasha truly was.

You just hoped that she realised it too.

Melina placed the last dish on the table and the tension is broken as Alexi clears his throat and begins to pile food onto his plate. The rest of you follow suit and soon the room is filled with cutlery clinking against plates and the satisfied sounds of people eating.

“So,” Melina turns to you after a few minutes, “tell us about your Natasha.”

You pause, finishing the food in your mouth before you begin. Once you start, it's hard to stop. You share stories about your time with Natasha, talking about how you first met all those years ago. You share details of missions with her, how proud she always made you, how she always made sure to keep you safe.

It wasn’t all one-sided though. In between your stories, the others would share their own anecdotes about your wife. It was nice to see her through their eyes and to know that the strength she radiated around you was noticed by others.

As emotional as it was, it was nice to be able to talk about her with people who really knew her. They were her family and talking to them made you feel connected to her, something you hadn’t felt for many months. They were all you had left of her and you were glad they had welcomed you so openly.

The food was long gone, the remnants of lunch littering the plates as you all continued to talk. You laughed as Melina told the story of Natasha dying her hair blue when she was younger, an act of rebellion on her part. You even caught Yelena smiling a few times, something you were sure she was incapable of from the solemn attitude she had presented up till now.

“You should go visit her,” Melina says and you catch Yelena stiffen beside you.

You’re confused, unsure exactly what Melina’s words meant, your gut telling you that Yelena’s reaction wasn’t a good sign.

“Visit who?” you question quietly, the light atmosphere that had settled around the table now thick with tension once more.

“Natasha,” she answers you and your breath catches, hope filling you for the briefest of moments. “There was no body to bury but we had a gravestone made and placed nearby. Yelena can take you to see it if you want.”

You try not to let the disappointment show on your face, of course Natasha wasn’t still alive. If she had been, she would have found you before now, she wouldn’t have let you suffer in your grief all those long months.

You can sense from Yelena’s posture that she isn’t thrilled with the idea and to be honest neither are you. You don’t want to be faced with yet another reminder of your loss, of the fact that you were all alone in this world. But Melina’s offer didn’t really leave much room to decline the invitation and you had just found this piece of your wife to cling onto, you didn’t want to ruin your relationship with them before it had really begun.

“Okay,” you agree, trying to return Melina’s smile.

//

The blue pickup rumbled down the road, the crisp November air swirling through the open windows of the cabin and filling your lungs.

Yelena doesn’t talk and neither do you, the two of you sitting in silence once more as she drives to your destination, every second that passes filling you with dread. The truck turns off the main road, following a dirt track carved out between the trees.

Suddenly, Yelena stops the pickup, the engine idling for a moment before she turns the key and the air is silent around you aside from the sound of birds nearby. You take a deep breath, eyes darting around trying to find what you had come here for.

Your heart clenches as you spot it, a small collection of stones at the end of the path. You don’t have to ask which one is Natasha's, even from where you sat you could make out the Black Widow symbol, her gravestone littered with flowers and other small tokens. You weren’t sure who had put them there but you knew that even though they didn’t know what had happened exactly, the world was thankful for all that she had done for them.

If only they knew what her sacrifice meant, how responsible she was in bringing everyone back.

“Are you ready?” Yelena’s voice catches you off guard, tears springing to your eyes at the thought of leaving the car.

“I can’t do it,” you reply, your voice trembling as you shake you head. “Even though she’s not really there, I just- I can’t.”

Yelena just nods in response, her hands tightening on the wheel for a moment before she reaches over to open the door.

“Come on, Fanny,” she grunts as she steps down from the pickup, the tan dog that Yelena had retrieved from the house following her out.

You smile as a memory of Natasha flashes to your mind, her complaining about one of the aliases she had been given and how ridiculous the name was. You were once again reminded how much Natasha’s legacy was interwoven in other people’s lives, not just your own.

You were glad that you weren’t the only person who was fighting so hard to keep her memory alive.

You watch Yelena as she walks up the path towards the headstone, sitting solitary under a tree. She crouches down for a few minutes, tidying up around the stone. You see her fingers tugging at the weeds that were growing there, adjusting the items that had been placed in Natasha’s memory.

She moves to the side of the headstone then, pressing her head against it and you have to look away, not wanting to intrude on such a private moment of grief. You had lost your wife but Yelena had lost her sister. You were lucky that you had the last five years with Natasha, time was something that Yelena never got.

She rises after a moment, walking to stand in front of the gravestone. You watch as the bottom of her yellow coat sways with the breeze, the cool air whipping through the still open window and making you shiver. You reach over to wind the glass up and by the time you look back to Yelena, she’s no longer alone.

A lady in a black coat is now standing beside her, the two of them seeming to be engaged in a conversation. You wonder if Yelena knows this person, the stiff set of her shoulders radiating annoyance.

The mystery woman reaches into her bag, handing something to Yelena. They talk for a few more minutes and then Yelena is walking back toward you, leaving the woman standing over Natasha’s grave.

Yelena opens the door, ushering the dog inside before climbing in herself. You want to ask about what you just saw but you don’t know if you should, or if she would answer your question anyway.

“I need to go back to New York,” Yelena tells you. “I have something to take care of there.”

It’s the only explanation you get.

//

It had been a few weeks since your trip to Ohio. November had ended and the days were getting colder. You found yourself dreading the upcoming Christmas, not wanting to spend yet another holiday without your wife.

You hadn’t seen Yelena since she dropped you back home but you had heard from her a few times. You didn’t want to ask how she had acquired your number but every few days she would send you a message checking in, or a random memory of Natasha to share.

The two of you had started to form a tentative friendship but you still had no idea what it was that she had to take care of in the city. Anytime you brought it up she would just brush it off, saying she was getting ready for a job.

You had no idea what she even did for work and to be honest, you were too scared to ask.

//

Things had been strange in the city the past few days.

Some strange creatures had been spotted around, destroying buildings and terrorising the people of New York.

You had thought about helping whatever team was left but Strange had been in contact with you, telling you he had it all under control for now and that he’d let you know if he needed help. You were fine with that, not really wanting to get caught up in all that craziness again.

Last night had been the worst of it, the sky had lit up across the city, looking like it was about to crack open. You had no idea what it all meant, but by the time you had woken up this morning, things had looked like they had settled down.

There were no more sightings of giant lizard men or people dressed in green suits flying around and dropping explosives. You hoped that Strange had fixed everything, you knew that he had the potential to do some wild things with his magic and you wondered what exactly he had gotten himself into.

You spent the day wandering the city, the biting cold distracting you from your thoughts as you walked. The closer it got to Christmas, the more you were thinking about Natasha and all the traditions you usually shared with her.

You thought about reaching out to Wanda, but you hadn’t heard back from her in months and you figured that she didn’t want to be contacted. So instead you let your feet carry you through the city, the snow falling around you as you shoved your hands deeper into your pocket to try and fight off the cold.

The sky was beginning to darken, so you decided to return home, not wanting to get caught outside at night in the snow. You trekked the familiar path to your apartment, admiring the lights of the city along the way.

You had to hand it to New York, they certainly knew how to celebrate Christmas.

You step off the elevator, walking towards your apartment door. You’re almost there before you notice it, the flicker of a shadow underneath your closed door. Your breath stops short, someone was in your apartment.

You figure it must be Yelena again and you vow to have a talk to her about breaking into people’s houses instead of knocking but just in case, you retrieve the gun hidden in the vent across from your door.

You unlock the front door, opening it slowly and stepping into the dark entryway. You flick the light on, gun raised as you move inside. The door clicks behind you and you strain to hear any kind of movement but all you’re met with is silence.

You decide to do a sweep of the apartment, maybe you had imagined the shadow but your years of training wouldn’t let you rest until you had checked every room.

Taking a deep breath, you turn the corner with your gun still raised and you’re met with another gun pointing back at you.

Your instinct tells you to pull the trigger but you hesitate, the flash of red hair behind the gun stopping you in your tracks.

You take in the intruder. Her hair was shorter than you remembered, her green eyes looking more haunted than they had before the Time Heist but it was her. Or at least a version of her.

You see her falter as well, her gun lowering slightly as she looks at you in recognition and disbelief. She whispers your name, your chest constricting as you hear her voice. Something you never thought you would hear again.

Your voice sounds choked as you reply, your whole world shifting in one moment.

“Natasha?”

Onto part three, take it away @vancityfire13 ! I can’t wait to see where you go with it ❤️

It's freaking perfection 😍😭😭😭 . lil Nadia had both parents reunited OHHH MYY GAWDD 😭😭😭🥺❤️

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pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

warnings:18+ um just read it :p but honestly not proofread sorry

summary: After helping Clint with Yelena, an unexpected visitor shows up.

word count: 4097

part 1

moya malen'kaya petarda = my little firecracker

The figure moves, taking a few steps down the stairs, "I thought you would be more happy to see me"

Yelena, still in shock, stalks towards the person, pulling them into her arms, sobbing in their shoulder.

"sestra"

"Hey, Lena" Natasha holds her close, tears rolling down cheeks as she breaths in the scent of her sister, who she never thought she'd see again.

Clint and you stand there, still in shock to move, not wanting to believe that the redhead you grieved over was now alive, standing right there.

Letting the blonde go, Natasha makes her way to Clint, pulling him in her arms, he breaks down, crying in her shoulders. You could hear her whispering to him, 'Shh it's okay, it's not your fault, it was my choice’, as she rubs his back.

Pulling away, Clint gives kisses her cheek, clearing his throat as he steps away from her. Natasha turns towards you, green eyes licking with your e/c ones. You felt all the air in your lungs vanished, your brain still not believing the love of your life is now standing right in front of you.

"Hi, my sweet girl"

Completely forgetting about the ice under you, you ran full speed into her arms, wrap her arms around her neck, crushing your body against hers, a small 'oof' escaping from her lips as she quickly wraps her arms around your waist.

"I really hope this isn't a dream" you cried, nuzzling your face in her shoulder just breathing in her scent. "I'm here baby, I'm really here" Natasha whispers in your ear, holding you close, as much as she can, "I missed you so much, my sweet"

Pulling away slightly to face her, you crash your lips against hers, kissing her with all that you have. The feeling of her lips on yours was amazing. You both pulled away at the lack of air, leaning your forehead on yours, tears still dripping down your face.

"I missed you too" you say breathless from the kiss. You two stayed like that for what it seemed like forever but neither of you mind. It was like it was just the two of you in the world, everyone else had disappeared.

Clint told Yelena that he had to check on Kate and to meet him up there. Yelena nods and watches as he runs up the stairs leaving then noticing a man with salt and pepper hair looking awkward as he makes his way down the steps.

Yelena being Yelena, she quickly goes up to him, grabbing him by his arm, twisting it to the back while holding onto his shoulders. "Uh guys, a little help" He pleads to the two lovers who were in their own world.

Breaking out of the trance from hearing Bruce's voice, Natasha looks away to see him attacked by Yelena, letting go of you, she walks to them "Yelena, no. Let him go. He's a friend"

Yelena looks at him then at Natasha before letting him go, "Sorry, you just looked suspicious"

Bruce winces, rubbing his shoulders as he backs away from Yelena a little, "I uh I'll try not to look so suspicious next time" He tells hers, making her nod and give him a smile.

"I'm guessing you were the one that got her back" You say to him in which he nods. "How? I thought you tried and it didn't work"

"Yeah but that was before Steve put the stones back" He begins to explain, "I was going to try again after but Tony wanted the machine to be destroyed in case it were to get into the wrong hands but after a while I was able to contact Scott for some help, build a small time machine and go back"

"B-but how is she here?" You asked him, turning your head to exam Natasha then looking back at him "She's obviously not from a different time time"

"You're right, I'm not" Natasha says making us look at her, "After Steve put the stone back, I came back to life but I was stuck there. The Red Skull wouldn't let me leave, not that I would be able to at least. It was impossible to leave without anything" She glances at Bruce "But thanks to Bruce, I was able to come back home" She says tighten her arm around you.

"How did you get pass the Red Skull?" a familiar voice appeared from behind Bruce making hime jump a little, he turns around seeing Clint stand there with Kate. You felt Natasha tense a little seeing Kate obviously not knowing who she is.

"Well I uh brought the raccoon, Rocket, with me to help take me there. He was able to distract the Red Skull while I looked for Nat which ended up with the Red Skull loosing an eye" Bruce tells us, wincing at the memory.

"When was this?" Clint asked him which made you perk up wanting to know as well.

"A week ago"

You clench your jaw looking down at the ice, you know you shouldn't be mad but to know that she's been back a week, would've definitely saved another week of grieving her death.

Feeling a pair of lips press against your head, you look up at your wife who gives you a small smile before whispering to you, "Don't be mad"

You give her a confused look and say "I'm not mad"

Raising an eyebrow, Natasha scoffs playfully "Baby, you forget that I know you from the inside out" Literally

"I'm not mad" You repeated to her, your inner voice screaming at you, 'LIAR'

The redhead smirks shaking her head at your stubbornness, pressing a couple of kisses on your cheek, "If it makes you feel better, I was pissed at him too for not letting me go to find you"

"You were?"

She nods her head, pressing another kiss on your cheek, "I was, baby. I wanted to be with you right away but he wanted me to stay to check on me, making sure I would be alright"

"And are you?" You asked her, you wanted to make sure nothing was wrong with her, that she was fine and healthy.

"I am" She nods smiling at you "especially now, having you in my arms again"

You blushed at her words, even after being together for seven years, she still has that affect on you.

Then that's when it hit you. Pulling away from Natasha a little, you looked between her and Bruce, "Wait. How long were you both standing there?"

Bruce and Natasha gave each a look before looking at you with guilty smiles. "The whole thing" Natasha tells you, you look at her shocked and slap her arm making her yelp.

"You watched your best friend and sister fight and you didn't stop it" You glare at her, pulling away from her fully so you weren't touching her.

"You stood there too! I saw you! You didn't stop them" She defends herself, you rolls your eyes at her, "I was letting Yelena get her anger out!"

"Still not an excuse" She says, you rolls your eyes once more "yours isn't one either"

"Either way, you BOTH watched" Clint scoffs, tried of you two arguing but amused, who would've thought he would miss hearing you two argue about the littlest things.

"Well I'm gonna head back home" Bruce speaks walking back a little, "Call me if Nat starts to not feel well which shouldn't happen but just in case"

"We will" You nod to him, giving him a smile, "Thank you again, Bruce"

"Of course" He smiles back and looks at Yelena "Nice to finally meet you"

"You're the green giant?" Yelena looks him up and down before turning to Nat, "He doesn't seem big.. or green" She looks back at him.

"I uh I turn into the green giant" He tells her then looks at Kate and introduces himself, "Uh Bruce Banner"

"Oh right" Clint remembers about Natasha and Bruce not knowing about Kate, "This is Kate Bishop, uh she's uh"

"I'm his partner" Kate says smiling brightly, Natasha raises an eyebrow at that.

"O..kay" Bruce says sensing the awkwardness, "I'm really gonna get going this time. So uh "Happy holidays, try not to kill each other again" He jokes and walks away as we say bye.

"I can't believe I met another Avenger!" Kate squeals "This is probably the coolest day ever well expect for the fact that my mom got arrested and now i have no family left to spend Christmas with" She says laughing a little "But uh this day is something"

Clint gives her a sad smile, throwing an arm around her shoulder "Well you got us now and I'm not letting you spend Christmas alone, right?" He glances at me.

"Right" I say smiling at them both, "I" You glance at Natasha, "We don't know you that much but a friend of Clint's is a friend of ours and no one likes to spend Christmas alone" You trailed off a bit, remembering your second Christmas without Nat but your first with Nadia. You didn't want to spend it with Clint and his family like you would normally do but it was hard for you, especially with Nadia.

The year Nat died, you were sorta forced to spend it with them, Laura and Clint didn't want you alone especially while pregnant. Once Nadia was born, it was hard for you, it was only you who was experiencing her firsts when it should be you and Nat and December was the hardest month.

Natasha looked at you as your words trailed off before looking at Clint giving him a questioning look, he shakes his head and mouths to her 'later' although it's not his story to tell, he hopes you'll tell her.

"Okay, let's all get some sleep and we have a flight to catch even though a little someone can literally teleport us there" Clint glances at me teasingly, you roll your eyes "Okay fine but we still have to wait until morning, it's late and I need sleep asap"

"Let's go" Kate grins walking up the stairs as we follow her, you move away from Natasha making her stop walking as well as the others, "Um I'm gonna head over to my house real quick to grab the presents and clothes" You say to Clint then turn to Natasha, "I'll be back. Okay, baby?" You reach up to touch her cheek, lightly stroke it.

"I wanna go with you. It's late and I don't want you to be alone" Natasha says to you, leaning down to peck your lips. "I'll be okay, I'll take Yelena with me" You tells her making her frown.

"Why don't you want me to go?"

"I-" You close your eyes and sigh, opening them, you look into her eyes, "you caught me, I wanted to get you a gift since I don't have one for you"

"My love, you don't need to get me anything" She tells you, giving your lips another peck, "I want to" You say and softly push her away, "Now you stay with them while me and my favorite sister in law get you a gift" You wink at her while grabbing ahold of Yelena's arm, wrapping your arm under her, “I’m your only sister in law” she tells you confused.

"Bye" You wave at them, walking away and to the spot where your car was parked at. You and Yelena walked arm and arm, silently to the car. "So why didn't you want her to come?" Yelena ask as you unlock your arm from her, unlocking your care, you get in with her, "Because I don't want her to see Nadia yet" you tell her, putting your seatbelt on.

"You left Nadia alone?!"

Rolling your eyes, you start the car, "No, idiot. I dropped her off with Clint's wife, Laura. I don't want her to see photos of her yet" you tell her, starting to drive to your place, "I want her to actually see Nadia for the first time, you know?"

Yelena just nods even though you wouldn't be able to see her due to you driving. She still remembers the day you told her you were pregnant, she was so happy to be a Auntie and even more happy to know that there was still a piece of Natasha with her.

Parking your car in the driveway, you turned it off, taking your seatbelt off, "Come on, I'm gonna need help getting some boxes out of the attic"

Yelena frowns in confusion, getting out of the car, shutting the door close before following you up to the front door, "What are in the boxes?"

You glance at her, then continue to unlock the door, "Nat's clothes" you say before opening the door, Yelena following after you.

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After getting a few clothes for you and Natasha as well as grabbing the presents you have for the Barton family, Yelena and you headed to Kate's aunt's apartment. Despite are decline, Kate gave you and Natasha the bedroom, while her and Clint sleep on the floor in the living as Yelena already claimed the couch.

You and Natasha laid on the bed, facing each other, creasing each other's bodies, eyes locked in a hold, kisses on a hand or cheek, sometimes the lips, you both just laid there, soaking up the company and love, silence filled the room expect for the sound of you both breathing but you didn't mind it. It eased your heart hearing Natasha breathing, it eased the pain knowing she's back with you, in your arms and she's never leaving again.

You both didn't tell each other this but both were too afraid to sleep, afraid that all of this was a dream and you would wake up to being alone again.

But what felt like years, you began to doze off, blinking rapidly to shake the sleepiness away, Natasha smiles sleepily watching you, "Sleep, my baby. I'll be here when you wake up"

Shuffling closer to her, you wrap your arm around her waist, nuzzling your face in her chest, "Promise?" you whispered back, closing your eyes, already dozing off again.

"I promise" Natasha kisses your head, holding you close as possible as she rubs your back, helping you go into sleep, and once you're asleep, Natasha dozes off herself, hoping that sleep goes by fast because she couldn't wait to spend more time with you, to make up for the time she was gone.

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Laura smiles at Nadia, who sat in her high chair, happily eating her blueberry pancakes, Laura looks away hearing the front door open, Clint walks with presents along with you behind him.

“Daddy!” Nathaniel gets up from the floor, running into Clint’s free arm, Lila gets up from the couch as well as Cooper who goes to help you out with presents, “You made it. You kept your promise” Lila says to Clint who hands her a few presents after Nathaniel lets him go, “Merry Christmas” he says.

You give Cooper a big hug and kiss on the cheek, who blushes a little making you chuckle. Kate and Yelena stood by the door with Natasha behind them, staying out of view from the kids.

“Auntie y/n/n!” Nathaniel runs into your arms and you quickly pick him up, spinning him around, giving him a big kiss on the cheek, “hi, baby boy!”

“I missed you auntie” He tells you pulling away to face you, you smile and give him another kiss on the cheek before letting him down, “I’ve missed you too”

Lila comes to hug you next, “Hi, Auntie”

“Hi lilabug” You hug her back, kisses the top of her head before letting her go. “Guys this is Kate and Yelena” Clint tells the kids, pointing at Kate and Yelena, Kate smiles brightly at them, waving her hand with a little ‘hi’ while Yelena gives them a small wave and smile.

“We also have a little surprise for you” Kate tells them before moving to the side with Yelena to show Natasha, making the kids gasp, “Auntie Nat!!”

“Hi, kids” Natasha smiles brightly with blurry eyes, hugging them close to her as much as she can, it’s a little hard hugging three kids but she made it work. She closes her eyes, soaking in their warmth that she never thought she would get to feel again.

Laura, who’s still in the kitchen cleaning up Nadia, almost drops the baby, hearing the kids yell Natasha’s name. ‘What the?’

Putting Nadia down in her now cleaned high chair, she quickly cleans up the rest to see if she heard right.

You walk away from the heartwarming scene to the kitchen where you saw Laura at. You smile at the sight of Nadia who looks at you when you walk in.

She smiles, her two front teeth in show, holding her arms out to you, “mommy!”

“Hi, baby love” You grin at her, picking her up from her chair, holding her close, kisses her hand, you turned to Laura hearing her speak.

“Did I hear right? Natasha’s here”

You nod grinning, eyes teary as well as Laura’s, who flies the kitchen.

Laura gasp at the sight of Natasha, who looks at her, letting go of the kids and pulling Laura in a hug, “You really are back” Laura croaks.

“I am”

“Um Nat, we have a surprise for you” Clint says, when he sees you walking back to the living room with Nadia.

Letting go of Laura, Natasha looks at him, grinning hearing a baby babble, “Did you have another Barton baby?”

“Nope. You and I had a Romanoff baby” You say, looking at her holding Nadia on your hip, tears pouring down your face. Laura moves away to let Natasha see, moving to Clint’s side watching.

Natasha gasp, holding her hand to her mouth with teary eyes, taking in the sight of you holding their baby. She takes in Nadia’s features, seeing her features, the red curly hair, doey green eyes, the nose, chin, her dimple on her chubby rosy cheeks. She was definitely Natasha daughter, a mini her.

Nadia stares at Natasha, her confused look slowly turning into a smile, “Mama!”

Natasha smiles tearfully as do you, you move Nadia, bending down to put her on the floor. Nadia stands staring at Natasha, then walks to her. Natasha falls on her knees, taking Nadia in her arms, hold her close, one hand behind the one year old’s head while the other held her up by her bottom.

You walk over to them, crouching down, placing a kiss on Natasha’s cheek as you wrap your arm around them.

Clint pulls Laura with to go sit on the couch, gesturing for the kids to do the same which they do, followed by Kate. Yelena watches the scene, smiling brightly, happy her sister got to met her daughter.

Pulling away, You chuckle tearfully wiping Natasha’s tears, while Nadia glances back and forth between her moms.

“It worked” Natasha whispers to you, you nod smiling brightly, “It worked” Glancing at Nadia, you kissed her rosy cheeks, “It definitely worked” you chuckle as Nadia leans forward, kissing your cheek then Natasha’s.

“Present time!” Nathaniel yelled excitedly as Clint passes out the presents. “Pesents!” Nadia squeals, wiggling in Natasha’s arms, who chuckles letting her go. Nadia waddles to them, then screams in glee when Yelena picks her up.

“moya malen'kaya petarda” Yelena blows raspberries on Nadia’s cheeks, walking around the couch and sitting with Nadia on her lap, “Yeye!!” Nadia grins up her auntie.

Natasha laughs at the nickname Nadia gave Yelena causing her sister to turn back at her to give her a glare. “Stop laughing at her” You kiss Natasha’s jaw, before pulling away and standing, holding your hand out to her, she grabs it standing up, “It’s hard not to, the name is cute though”

Wrapping her arm around your waist, she pulls you pressing you against her front, “I wished I was there for you” She says, leaning her forehead on yours, “Me too. If it makes you feel at ease, I captured every moment as If you were off in the military or something” You laughed as well as Natasha, “Well I can’t wait to see it all” She pressed her lips against yours, kissing you softly before pulling away and rolling her eyes, hearing Yelena comment, ‘Gross! your child is present’

Chuckling, you pull back grabbing Natasha’s hand and pulling her towards to others, “Come on, I want to see our baby open up her gifts”

Natasha smiles going with you, glancing at said baby who is trying to tear apart her gift while Cooper held it down for her.

Our baby.

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The rest of the day consisted of opening all gifts, board games, and movies, as a snow day was planned for tomorrow. You were happily watching at Natasha and Nadia bound, those two were attached to the hip and you wouldn’t have any other way. At night, Clint walks around the house, checking that all the doors and windows are locked when he notices that your and Natasha’s room light was still on. Curious, he walks up to the door, to check if you and her were alright, seeing the door still crack open, he soft knocks it, opening it once hearing a hushed ‘come in’

Walking in he sees you asleep, cuddled up against Natasha’s side who was wide awake and Nadia fast asleep in her playpen, looking at Natasha, “What are you doing still awake?”

“Can’t sleep” She replies, running her hand up and down your back, “I’m just taking all of this in”

“Too much for you?” He asked, crossing his arms, leaning against the doorframe.

“Not enough” She smiles lightly, “I know I said I can’t sleep but honestly I’m just afraid to sleep” She tells him, Clint gives her a look to continue.

“I slept yesterday but I woke up early to just stare at her” The redhead looks down at you, “I’m just scared that all of this will be taken away from me”

“It won’t” He promises, she scoffs shaking her head, “We don’t know that. I mean I basically cheated death, something can happen again and this time..this time no one will be able to get me back and I won’t have this anymore” She sniffs, wiping her tears.

“Well that won’t happen” He tells her, “I’ll make sure of it, it’s been almost two years and this was the first time i’ve had an enemy and that was only because of the Ronin, you’ve worked with SHEILD for years and the only enemy you had was Hydra..and the Red Room but from the stories I heard, that’s gone”

She shakes her head lightly, “and what about the people I’ve killed while in the Red Room, Clint?”

“If they wanted to kill you, they would’ve tried during your SHEILD time and right now, the world thinks you’re still dead so I doubt someone will come after you” He chuckles as well as Nat, who nods, “Yeah, you’re right about that, still doesn’t mean it doesn’t scare me”

“It scares all of us” He says, looking at a photo of his family that was hung up on the wall, “but we just gotta push it down, keep going on with our life and know that our family is safe and protected with us. If we can save a whole city, we can save our families”

“Yeah.. thank you” Natasha looks back up at him, smiling, “No problem, now get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow” Clint pushes himself off the frame, “Goodnight”

“Goodnight” Natasha gives him another smile before he shuts the door. She looks down at you, smiling as you snuggled closer into her, in your sleep, sighing softly.

Hearing shuffling next to her, Natasha turns to look in the playpen to see Nadia moving before being still and sighing making Natasha chuckle softly, Nadia may be her twin but she definitely takes after you.

It’s funny to her, she never thought she would get any of this. A wife, a child. She thought she was gonna be alone forever, especially after Bruce, she really thought she wouldn’t get any of this but you.. you gave her that hope that she would.

You became her hope

then Nadia became your guy’s hope.

A hope that became reality.

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Come party just with me

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: It's Saturday night and you're at a party with your friends. But maybe there's a better place where you can be. [3.898 words]

Warnings: smut (+18!), alcohol, milf, top!Reader, bottom!Wanda, strap on (r giving), oral (r giving), praise kink, ass slapping (r giving), hair pulling [let me know if there’s more]

To close the Halloween stories, a smut (because in the end we're all just horny, aren't we?) Also, this story is inspired by the song Mommy by Betta Lemme. Enjoy!

For this request || Masterlist

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It's Halloween. Honestly, you didn't care much for the date. It had its plus points, of course, but nothing to do with the meaning or the candy.

You liked the parties, being able to go out drinking with your friends. And mainly about how free people felt at this time of the year, allowing themselves to dress and do whatever they wanted.

Today, for example, you are at a party with your friends where you have not even arrived thirty minutes ago and you have already kissed six different people, people you had no idea who they were and that you would probably never find out.

Your gaze wanders intently around the party, searching for the next mouth to kiss (and hopefully other parts too) when you feel your cell phone vibrating inside your pocket. You pull it out with one hand, unlocking it afterwards. When you see the notification, you clench your jaw.

Hi. Wanna come over?

The simple message comes from the contact saved only with the number, no name whatsoever. But you know very well whose it is, this being one of the few numbers you have memorized.

Wanda Maximoff is a rather unstable part of your life.

You met the redhead a few months ago. Your aunt introduced you to her co-worker at an unpretentious Sunday lunch and you two got along pretty well right away.

Little did Natasha know, however, that this friendly approach concealed something more. Something instinctive and intense that neither you nor Wanda were able to contain on the first occasion you were left alone.

You had been meeting in secret ever since, the need that bordered on addiction for each other seeming more and more difficult to fulfill.

But it was all merely casual. Wanda was much older than you, had children, and a job that cost her almost her entire day. You, on the other hand, had just started college, in your second semester.

Wanda was not going to give up her obligations as a mother for a youthful romance. And you were not going to give up all the possibilities that early adulthood was capable of offering.

So you and Wanda carried on casually, with no obligations to each other, no plans for the future, and no exclusivity.

This, however, did not send away the possessive feeling you had for each other. It's not healthy, you both knew it very well, but it was uncontrollable, before you knew it, you were already being consumed by it.

Recently, you went to an ice cream parlor with a group of friends and, to your misfortune, you saw Wanda there, accompanied by a blond man whom you instantly hated.

You both noticed each other's presence in the establishment, but pretended not to know each other in order not to arouse suspicion.

Wanda felt your gaze on her constantly, your eyes glaring at the man accompanying her. The redhead then decided to tease you, brazenly flirting with her date and smiling every time she saw the effects of her actions on you.

Since that day you have avoided all her attempts to contact you, your blood boiling in your veins at the mere memory of the occasion. But even though you ignored messages and calls, the redhead still persisted. And even though you were angry, you couldn't help but relish her eagerness to see you.

But today you were in a good mood, so you decide to give her an answer, even if it wasn't the one she wanted to receive.

I can't, Wanda, I'm at a party.

You put the cell phone back in your pocket after that and walk over to the drinks table. You take some more of the dubiously colored punch for yourself, containing a grimace as the strong liquid comes in touch with your palate.

With your senses slightly affected by the amount of alcohol you have ingested that night, it takes a few seconds for you to process the new vibration of your cell phone.

You take the device out of your pocket once more, opening the messaging app, and a mischievous smile takes over your lips as soon as you see the picture.

On her bed, a carefully placed red lingerie stands out even more against the white of the sheets. You groan at the mere thought of Wanda wearing it, and the next message makes you weak in the knees.

Come party just with me.

With alcohol intoxicating your mind and your imagination wandering free and wild, you don't even bother to answer.

Shoving your cell phone back inside your pocket, you leave the party and take the first cab you can find, heading towards your longed-for destination.

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As soon as you reach Wanda's house and knock on the door, the redhead pulls you inside, capturing your lips with hers fervently.

"So needy." You tease with a giggle amidst the kisses, but Wanda doesn't inhibit herself, her long fingers unbuttoning your blouse as her mouth devours yours.

"I've been thinking about you all week." She confesses, moving her kisses down your neck. You bring your hands to her waist, squeezing the flesh there and making the redhead whimper by your ear.

"Oh yeah? What you've been thinking about, baby girl?" You ask, your tone of voice low as your fingers move up to her chin, guiding her to look at you again. An involuntary whimper escapes Wanda's lips at the name, and you smirk at the outcome.

The effect you have on her is clear, her body touching yours in every possible place and her eyes locked on yours pleadingly. Finally remembering your question, Wanda bites her lower lip, dragging your eyes to the action.

"About your hands." She replies in a whisper, holding your hands and bringing them to her ass. You give a squeeze there, pinning her body even tighter to yours, and Wanda moans, bringing her hands to your neck and stroking the back of it with her fingernails.

"About your lips, all over me." She continues, capturing your lower lip with her teeth and pulling you toward her. You lean forward, trying to kiss her, but the redhead is quick to deflect, bringing her face close to your ear.

"About me screaming your name with your head between my thighs." She whispers, nibbling on your earlobe, and you groan, your whole body shivering.

"Fuck, Wanda." You breathe out, holding her by the waist and reversing positions, pressing her harshly against the door, and Wanda moans in both pleasure and pain as her back slams against the hard wood.

Bringing your lips to her neck, you trail kisses and nibbles on the soft skin. Wanda sighs heavily, her hands firmly in your hair, encouraging you to continue, and pushing her hips down in search of your leg.

You decide to give her what she seeks, pressing your thigh against her center, and Wanda moans at the new contact, rocking her hips in search of friction.

Feeling the fabric of your jeans getting wet with her arousal, you feel lust coursing through your veins and you suck on a sensitive spot on her neck, the redhead sighing in response.

Wanda pulls your face up next, kissing you eagerly, and you bring your hands to her ass again to pull her up, holding her in your lap and pressing her against the door.

The redhead wraps her legs around your waist tightly, moaning against your lips as she feels the solid bump under your pants, indicating the clothed strap.

You walk away from the door then, your mouth never leaving hers as your feet lead you with familiarity to her bedroom.

Once there, you place her on the bed, her legs spreading for you as you stand. As you remove your blouse, which Wanda has unbuttoned, you take your time to admire the woman before you.

Wearing an almost transparent white robe, the redhead watches you with urgency, her eyes pleading with you to return to her as soon as possible. You can't wait to reveal what's underneath that garment.

With your blouse now dropped to the floor, you lie on top of Wanda, your knee meeting her center and making the redhead moan at the contact.

You kiss her next, your tongue exploring her mouth as if it had never been there before, and Wanda once again rolls her hips against your leg, desperately seeking to relieve the growing discomfort at the pit of her belly.

Wanda brings her hands to your back, pressing your skin down with her nails, and you shiver at the sensation, your lips descending to her neck.

Unexpectedly, Wanda holds the strap over your pants with her full hand. With the sudden movement in your center, you moan, and Wanda watches the action with a smirk. "What's this, baby? Is it for me or for some slut that was with you at that party?"

"What if it was? What you gonna do about it?" You tease with a smirk, relishing the obvious jealousy on every one of her features. Wanda, however, tries to disguise the feeling by putting an even wider smirk on her lips.

"I'm gonna remind you you'll never find anyone better than me." She replies, pushing you by the shoulders immediately afterwards and reversing positions, straddling you, and you gasp in surprise.

As Wanda brazenly rubs herself against your clothed strap, you bring your hands to her waist, assisting her in her movements while you admire her mesmerized.

The redhead then undoes the tie that held her robe closed in an agonizingly slow pace, and you watch her with anticipation.

When the item is removed and discarded on the bed, your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight of Wanda in the lingerie she had sent you the photo of earlier.

Red is her color, clearly, and the garment, despite covering almost nothing, highlights her body perfectly. You wouldn't be surprised if you were drooling right now and Wanda watches you devour her with your gaze with a proud smile on your lips.

"What is it, baby?" Wanda asks feigning innocence, swaying her hips against yours again, "do you like what you see?"

Instead of answering you sit up, bringing your hands to her back and laying her down on the bed afterwards, returning to your previous position.

"You look so fucking hot in it, Wanda, but I can't wait to rip it off of you." You say, your lips mere inches from her swollen ones, and the redhead's breath hitches with craving.

"Do it then." She encourages, and you don't think twice before kissing her fiercely, Wanda's mind spinning with the intensity.

As Wanda holds your face with both hands, keeping you as close as she can, you move your hand down the side of her body to her leg, pulling her against you next, and the redhead wraps it around your waist in response.

You move your kisses down Wanda's neck, and she brings her hands down to your shoulders, encouraging you to continue.

Your mouth soon reaches one of her breasts, and you lift one hand to the other, cupping it with your full hand while teasing the other with your lips. Wanda sighs heavily, arching her back and bringing her chest even closer to you.

You continue down your kisses then, Wanda's breathing becoming more erratic as your lips move closer to her core.

When you reach the bottom of the lingerie, you look up again, smirking at Wanda's expectant eyes. You then deposit a soft kiss on her covered clit, and hear the redhead sigh heavily in response, her hands instinctively finding your hair.

You reluctantly remove the item, thinking it a crime to take such a beautiful item from her. Revealing Wanda's glistening cunt, your mouth fills with water again, and Wanda bites her lip at your hungry gaze.

Wanda watches you intently as you remove your pants and underwear. The redhead's breathing hitches with the sight of the strap, her walls clenching against nothing in anticipation.

You return close to her next, placing yourself on top of her, your face mere inches from hers again.

Capturing her lips on yours once more, you feel Wanda run her hands down your back, pressing you down, and you smile at her impatience.

With the closeness and absence of clothing, Wanda feels the strap rubbing against her center, and the redhead moans in anticipation, pushing her hips down to increase the contact.

Deciding to give her what she wants, you bring your hand up to the strap, pressing it up her pussy. Her slick coats the tip of the strap as the redhead whimpers, squeezing your shoulders in response.

When you line up the strap with her entrance, Wanda holds her breath in anticipation. And when you thrust the toy all at once inside her, the redhead moans loudly, the sound echoing through the room.

"So ready for me," you tease, pushing the strap inside her with ease, "I guess you have been thinking about me after all." You add, delighting in the way Wanda barely processes your words, too overwhelmed by pleasure. She manages to nod though.

"Y-yes... Fuck, don't stop." She lets out in between moans, but she didn't even have to ask. You continue with the thrusts, the sight of Wanda so helpless already, and the other end of the toy buried inside you working you up just as you do to her.

After a moment, you straighten your posture, the strap going even deeper inside her, hitting the spot that drives her wild. Wanda moans loudly in response, her hands gripping the sheet tightly at the sides of her body, and you smirk at the result.

No matter how many girls you hooked up with in your life, none of them would ever come close to Wanda. The redhead had the perfect reactions, every move, every sound, every look branded in the back of your mind like a burning tattoo, preventing you from sleeping or functioning properly for the next few days.

And you knew she felt the same way about you, you wouldn't be here if she didn't. But then flashes of the other day at the ice cream parlor cross your mind and you clench your jaw. You knew the effect you had on her, but you wanted to hear her say it. You'd make her say it.

"Tell me, princess," you start, and you look at her with an intensity so fiery that Wanda's whole body seems to catch fire, "does your friend fuck you like I do? Does anyone make you feel this good?"

Her walls clench against the toy vigorously. You had nothing serious, Wanda knew that very well. But there was something about your possessiveness that drove her crazy. She wanted to be yours, even if she wasn't.

"N-no... Only you-" the messy response as a result of the redhead's state of ecstasy is interrupted when you push the strap hard, hitting that spot inside her that makes her see stars. The redhead moans loudly, arching her back instinctively, "fuck, Y/n, right there... Don't stop."

She is close, you can feel it not only by her walls throbbing ever more fervently against the strap-on, but also by her expressions. When Wanda closes her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, you smirk.

"Oh no," you rebuke, holding Wanda's face in your hand, and the redhead looks at you in confusion, "open your eyes, pretty girl, I want you to remember who's the face that makes you fall apart."

That's more than enough to send her over the edge, and Wanda falls apart beneath you, her cries louder and louder. You reach your high soon after, and you both moan together through your orgasms.

You lean down again, capturing the redhead's lips in a sloppy kiss. Wanda struggles to respond, but the numbness of her entire body and her completely ragged breathing make the action impossible.

Bringing your hand down, you pull the strap from her slowly, and smirk against her lips at the way she trembles intensely.

You move your kisses down her neck once more. Wanda lazily takes note of your kisses moving down her body, leaving marks in places you knew she would be able to hide. But just the thought of her remembering this night when she saw them was enough to make your core throb.

Making your way between her legs, you deposit soft kisses along her inner thighs. Wanda, finally realizing what is happening, frowns. "What-"

"I gotta taste you," you promptly interrupt, and before she can object, you stick your tongue out, giving her a long lick all over her pussy. Wanda sighs heavily, the air coming out shaky. You hum at her taste, raising your eyes to her again, "so good. Always so wet for me, baby."

The redhead's breath hitches with the praise, and you smile at the reaction. You run your tongue along her folds, savoring the taste of her arousal and the way her muscles respond to each new touch.

Being honest, Wanda wasn't ready for another one, not having had time to fully recover from her previous orgasm. But you explore her so eagerly, your lips and teeth providing her with a painful pleasure she never wanted to miss... She would never be able to say no to you.

You start with slow movements, teasing her clit just enough to make her want more. Soon you feel Wanda jerking her hips down, looking for less shallow strokes, and you smirk before providing her exactly what she wants.

As your movements become faster and more intense, the redhead feels her whole body break into increasingly powerful spasms, the discomfort in the pit of her stomach becoming more and more unbearable.

Wanda brings her hands to your hair then, guiding your head exactly where she wants it to be, and you don't object, giving her exactly what she wants.

Soon enough her legs close against your head, her inner thighs muffling the loud, desperate moans that escape the redhead's mouth. Wanda was sure she would be hoarse the next morning, but she didn't care. With all the heavenly sensations you provide her, it was more than worth it.

When she reaches her limit and the stimulation in her clit becomes too much, Wanda begins to push your head back with what little dexterity she has left. But you don't stop, her taste and smell overwhelming you in the best possible way.

"S-stop, Y/n/n, I can't anymore." She pleads breathlessly, a tired giggle escaping her lips, and with one last lick you pull away from her center, climbing your way up to her again.

As soon as your face is close enough, Wanda pulls you into a sloppy, eager kiss. The redhead moans as the taste of your mouth mingles with her own, and you feel a chill in your stomach that only she can provide.

You continue like this for a while, the kiss becoming more and more intense and desperate as the minutes tick by.

Eventually, the tip of the strap brushes against Wanda's pussy, lining up against her entrance, and the redhead's breath hitches, her hips immediately jerking downward in an attempt to increase the contact. With the movement, the toy enters into her ever so slightly, but she moans lustily against your lips.

"I thought you couldn't do it anymore." You tease, a smirk playing on your lips that only increases when Wanda smiles wickedly at you. "Maybe we should wait a bit? Or just stop for now."

You knew you couldn't stop now, your addiction to the redhead was too intense to be cured so quickly. The suggestion was merely an attempt to get a reaction out of her, and, boy, you did.

Wrapping her legs around your waist tightly, Wanda thrusts her body forward, reversing positions to straddle you.

With the change of stances, the strap-on is thrusted inside the redhead at once, eliciting a throaty moan from her. You watch the scene in awe, unable to do anything but admire the woman on top of you.

"We only stop when I say so." She warns, moving her hips as her eyes remain locked on yours in defiance. A hoarse chuckle escapes your lips at her speech and you sit up, bringing your hand to the back of her neck.

Wanda's eyes flutter shut at the feeling, her hips never stopping rocking against the strap. In one sudden movement you grip her hair tightly, forcing her to look at you, and a moan of both pleasure and pain escapes the redhead's lips as she obeys.

"You're not in charge here, princess." You remind her, your lips brushing against hers as your low tone of voice sends shivers throughout Wanda's body.

"But I enjoy fucking you too much, I won't object." You speak next, stroking her jawline. But Wanda doesn't move, she wouldn't dare. You smirk at the effect you have on her.

"Go on, keep riding me." You demand, your hand meeting the soft skin of her ass in a firm slap. A surprised gasp escapes Wanda's lips, her breathing visibly uneven.

You bring one hand to the back of Wanda's neck, pulling her into a hot kiss, while the other massages her ass to soothe the sting of the slap.

That interaction alone made lust run fervently in Wanda's blood. She loved the way you established dominance. But more than that, she loved it when you claimed it.

Wanda's walls clenched vigorously against the toy at the mere thought of you putting her in her place.

But that would have to wait. She could provoke you at another time. Now all she could think about was you fucking her hard, guiding her through her third orgasm of that night.

Wanda keeps riding her high, the swaying of her hips becoming increasingly uncoordinated and desperate.

You lie down on the bed again, bringing your hands to her waist and guiding her movements.

A series of loud moans escape Wanda's lips with the exponential increase in pleasure, her hands instinctively finding the sides of your stomach, her nails digging into your skin desperately.

You project your hips upward next and a loud cry escapes Wanda's lips, her back arching back immediately.

The sounds and the scene, again in conjunction with the strap against your center, guide you over your limit, you seeing stars each time Wanda pushes her hips down again.

You can tell that she is close too, not just being able to see it, but to feel it as well. As her moans become louder and more desperate, you smirk.

"Why don't you let your neighbors know who's the only person who can drive you to the edge like this?" You ask, your hands pulling her waist down faster and faster, and Wanda smiles, biting her lower lip at the idea. "Cum for me, baby."

You didn't even have to ask. The next moment Wanda reaches her high, her nails nearly ripping your skin as she moans your name out loud, the sound making your whole body shiver.

As Wanda collapses exhausted on top of you, you watch her in ecstasy. You wouldn't admit it, but being alone with her was undoubtedly better than any party you could ever go to.

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HAWKEYE | So This is Christmas?

Reality

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - Natasha had always had nightmares, but your imagination seemed to cover your grief as Nat wakes up with tears in her eyes again. Goodbyes never were pleasant.

Warnings; Sad.

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The gentle sounds of snores lingered in the air. Natasha's warmth radiated off her body and onto your own, relaxing you into a state of serenity you wished you could keep forever. Still, the quite relaxing atmosphere wasn't enough to put you back to sleep. Your eyes traced Natasha's features as her gentle breathing fanned your face.

She was stunning. Everything about her was so perfect it felt surreal such beauty existed. Her eyes, when they were open of course, were tender while her jawline sharp. The perfect contrast.

You got lucky. Really fucking lucky. Maybe the younger you. The one before the world corrupted your head, the happy you, wouldn't question if you deserved such love. Maybe someday you'll realise that you really loved her, more than life itself.

You were still waiting for that day. The small whine escaped Natasha's mouth pulled you from your thoughts. Her brows were now furrowed, a slight frown visible in her features. You lifted yourself up with the help of your elbow, lightly pressing your palm to her cheek. She flinched, still deep in sleep.

Your brows creased in confusion, your thumb wiping away the single tear that ran across the bridge of her nose.

"Hey, Nat?" You whispered, careful as not to scare her more than she already seemed to be. She only got worse, her body curled up into a ball, her hands flinching up towards her face as if to protect herself. Your heart broke as you sat up fully, carefully grabbing her shoulder and shaking it to wake her up from her nightmare. She flinched yet again at your touch, but relaxed into it when she realised you weren't going to hurt her.

Her breathing became rapid, breaths short. She brought her knees to her chest, burying her head further her into the pillow as one of her hands scratched at your leg when she felt contact on her body. It didn't hurt, you were more concerned about the state she was in.

Sweat appeared on her face, a thin layer covering her forehead as she whimpered pleads into the air.

She woke up with a gasp, her hands instantly grabbing your wrists in self defence. She squeezed your skin harshly, sitting up as her breathing hitched.

"Love, you're okay. It's me." You whispered and she immediately let go of your hands. She was shaking, her whole body now covered in a thin layer of sweat. She wouldn't look you in your eye, only staring at your wrists where she held you seconds before, then her gaze turned to look at your leg where she'd scratched. Then her head dropped completely.

You covered the scratch marks with one of your hands while the other caressed strands of hair behind her ear.

"Nat?"

Her whole body shook, hair sticking to her wet forehead. Gently, you moved your hand so it gripped the back of her neck, bringing her closer to your chest. It wasn't long before she was sobbing into your shoulder, soaking the material of your shirt with her tears.

You kissed the top of her forehead, whispering sweet nothings into her hair while drawing shaped into her shoulder. She hand gripped your shirt, trying to pull you impossibly close to her. You didn't mind, you continued to try and relax her as she calmed down, slowly but surely her breathing returning to normal.

Her hand caressed where she scratched your skin, where she left red marks in your leg. You intertwined your fingers with hers, stopping her from touching the scratches.

"Don't worry about it," you told her, giving her a final kiss before lifting your arm, her hand still interwoven with yours, to lift her head from under her chin. Her eyes glistened with the tears she sobbed out seconds before, eyes red and puffy.

"Love, it wasn't your fault,"

She stared into your eyes a little longer before dropping her head back down and placing it on your chest.

"Why aren't you mad?" She whispered, running her thumb up and down your hand.

"I'd never be mad at you, love."

A scoff left her throat. "No. Why aren't you mad I left?"

"What?"

"I saved you, I brought you back."

"What are you talking about?" You questioned. Her body disconnected from yours, lifting her head she smiled up at you, bringing a hand up to your cheek.

"You need to move on. I brought you back. Go live it with someone real. Someone who'll take care of you." A tear escaped your eye. Nat was quick to wipe it away.

"Don't leave me again," you cried in a whisper. "I need you Nat."

She smiled again, the tears that once represented sadness now gone, eyes filled up with hope, a feeling that told you that you were ready.

"I need to go now. Don't push everyone away. For me please. Remember I loved you so much,"

"Come visit me again?" You sobbed, still holding her in your arms. "I can't do this without you. Just one more time, please. I love you so much,"

"You said last time 3 times ago." She giggled, dropping her arm from your cheek. "Promise me, you'll let me go,"

You shook your head immediately, breaking eye contact from her gaze. You wiped your nose with the sleeve of the hoodie you wore.

"It's okay." She cooed.

"Let me go,"

You blinked down at her. Her body no longer there. Tears rolled down your cheeks, arms holding the pillow she used to sleep on. You sniffed, trying to regulate your breathing, trying to fight to urge to call her back. But you knew. You knew she wouldn't come back. Maybe the younger you, the one when Natasha was alive, didn't realise that you were unconditionally in love with her.

Now that day has come. And you spend it alone, cradling the pillow she slept on while you lay in bed with her favourite hoodie hugging your shoulders.

You were ready. Both of you were.

At least she knew you loved her in the end.

And you knew she loved you back.

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