The gods may throw a dice

Natasha Romanoff

Scarlett Johansson

Wandanat

Rio Vidal

Aubrey Plaza

Taylor Swift

Natasha was in the Avengers gym, she was the only person in the room. The thumps of her movements were the only sounds that resonated in the air, but her mind was elsewhere. On the wall in front of her, the image of a young woman with dark hair and an intense gaze appeared, stealing her attention. She was tall, with two scars that crossed her lips, creating a disturbing smile, almost like a joker. That figure, who once promised her adventures and laughter, was now just a distant memory. Natasha felt lost, the weight of her absence weighing on her as she continued to hit the bag, trying to push away the pain.

The music in her ears did nothing but remind her of you. Of how she shouldn’t have listened to you that December night. Of how she should have helped you up instead of turning around with tears in her eyes to look at you for a few seconds and start running again in the snow. Of how she should have stayed in the Red Room and not come up with a plan to escape with you, even though she didn’t know that only one of you would get out of that hell.

She slowly stopped punching and kicking the bag in front of her and leaned her forehead against it for a few seconds, trying to regulate her labored breathing. She then collapsed to the floor, knees to her chest and her head in the middle of them, and let out a few tears. If anyone had walked into the gym at that moment, they would have wondered if they had gone crazy at the sight of Black Widow sitting on the floor, sobbing silently as she always did.

Suddenly she jumped as she felt a hand gently rest on her shoulder, blaming herself for not having noticed another presence in the room with her. She turned toward the other person, immediately noticing the worried look in those green eyes that she had learned, after so many years, to trust.

The redhead looked away and very calmly took off the headphones she had in her ears and put them back in their case, then took a long sigh and looked once again into the eyes of the person there with her and gave her a small but sad smile. With an encouraging nod, Wanda gently guided the older woman’s head into the crook of her neck, and Natasha let her do it, also because the only thing she seemed capable of doing at that moment was crying.

They continued like this for what seemed like hours for Natasha, even though in reality only a few minutes had passed. The redhead continued to cry, only stopping when she heard the gym doors open and slam behind the person who had just entered. Immediately, both women turned to the third presence in the room.

“Sorry, but Fury sent me to look for you both since you were unreachable” Bucky said to the two, looking at them in disbelief given the situation he had just found them in. Natasha nodded at the supersoldier's words, putting some distance between her and Wanda. Natasha ran her fingers under her eyes, trying as much as possible to dry her tears. Both women stood up and approached the gym exit, passing by the soldier when he gently grabbed the widow's arm, looking at her intently with eyes filled with compassion.

“Maybe you should stay out of it” whispered the man, letting go slightly of the arm he had grabbed to stop her earlier. Natasha frowned, confused at Bucky's suggestion. In her head she was trying to find a good reason why she should take the advice, but one in particular formed that made her eyes widen and almost gape. The super soldier, seeing that the redhead understood, nodded.

“Is it really her?” she whispered in disbelief. The man nodded again, taking her in his arms immediately after seeing Natasha's eyes fill with tears again, but this time she didn't shed a single one. She remained silent and, after breaking her embrace with Bucky, they both walked side by side toward the meeting room. 

The whole time of the journey, Natasha couldn't stop the thoughts in her head. What would she have done as soon as she saw you again? What condition would she find you in? Would you recognize her? Would you hurt her without thinking or would you hesitate? And in the worst case, would she be able to hurt you or worse, kill you?

For these questions she had no answers, she couldn't find a single one. And that troubled her. She'd always been the kind of person who often had the answer ready for all the questions asked, but this time it was completely empty. Like what she felt inside herself every time she woke up after dreaming of you, or when she was constantly looking for you among people every time she left the complex.

Finally the two arrived in the meeting room and immediately settled into their pre-arranged seats, Natasha with Tony on the right and Clint on the left, Bucky next to Sam. The redhead could hear the murmur of voices from her companions around her in the background, but she didn't join in any of the conversations, she just kept her gaze down at her hands resting on the table. Only when she heard the voices quiet and a door open and close did she raise her head. Fury approached the screen toward the head of the table, holding several files in his arms, and gave one to each. He then turned on the screen behind him and a photo from a still from a surveillance camera immediately appeared.

“She's Void” said the man, seriously looking into the eyes of every single Avenger in the room. “I think you're old enough to read to yourself who she is. The fact is that late last night, she and other HYDRA agents infiltrated a steel company and cleared out, no survivors” Natasha and everyone else started staring at the photo. The blank stare of your eyes, the maniacal smile on your face, the two scars on either side of your mouth smeared with red, the bloody hands suggesting someone's death, the knife placed on the throat of the guard on duty, his eyes filled with tears and terrified at the mere thought of his sad fate. 

Natasha had to shift her gaze to Wanda's cup placed in front of her to avoid looking at the photograph offered by Fury. 

“I know your skills and abilities well and I firmly believe in them” Fury continued. “We have multiple reasons to believe that she and the other agents are still camped within the company. Your mission is very simple. Take her and bring her here, I don't want any questions. I'll explain to you later. In the file I gave you you will find all the useful information about her and a video to watch carefully” he said looking them seriously in the face and then placing his eyes on Natasha. “If anyone for any reason thinks they can't do it and doesn't feel like leaving, they shouldn't feel guilty about abandoning the mission and staying home” silence fell in the room, everyone was looking at the redhead even if only some knew the real reason. Fury sighed, shaking his head, and then finished his speech. “The mission is in two days. Remember, you must not kill or mortally wound her. She is a highly unstable and unpredictable individual. Be careful” and with one last look directed at Natasha, he left the room. 

One by one, the Avengers emptied the meeting room, all holding their files and a few worried expressions carved into their faces. Eventually Natasha found herself alone again with her thoughts and a heavy file in front of her. After staring at the yellow cover for ten minutes she finally found the courage and strength to open it. 

Name: Y/NY/L/N

Alias: Void

Approximate age: 106 years old

Nationality: Italian / Greek

Special features: covered in tattoos, prominent scars on the sides of the mouth

Abilities: Electrokinesis, slightly weaker than a super soldier, skilled with the sword

Wanted for: targeted killings, infiltration, possession of sensitive information

Affiliations: HYDRA, Red Room

Threat Rating: High / Avengers Level

Priority: CAPTURE

Natasha was about to check the other information in the file, but as soon as she turned the page, a flash drive slipped out. She quickly picked it up and inserted it into her computer. A video immediately opened, which she quickly clicked on. She could see a dark room, lit only by a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Under this light, a man was tied to a chair with very thick ropes, a belt over his mouth to silence him, tears streaming down his cheeks, and a cut on his forehead dripping blood. Behind him, slightly hidden by the darkness, were two men, both holding rifles and wearing helmets to avoid being recognized.

After about two minutes of silence, where the only sound was the soft sobs of the man sitting in front of the camera, Natasha heard a heavy door open and close, followed by heavy footsteps and the prisoner's terrified look. Another chair entered the frame, and the red-haired woman had to hold back tears at the sight. Y/N, also dressed all in black, with a sword sheath the spy knew well attached to her belt, a mask covering only her mouth, allowing the rest of her face, red with blood, to be clearly seen, just like her hands. She sat and stared at the weeping man before her, casting a sinister look at the camera.

“This is Billy,” she said loudly and clearly, addressing anyone watching the recording. “Nah, just kidding. His name isn’t Billy, I gave him a name because I don’t give a shit what his name is,” she chuckled to herself. Natasha continued to watch the scene, sitting still, trying to understand the reason for the man’s kidnapping and why HYDRA would want to clear out a steel company.

“See, Billy here works for this amazing company that makes millions and millions of dollars a year. If only they only worked with iron and metals like that, right, Billy?” she said, looking at the poor man in front of her. “They also work with things that shouldn’t concern them, things they don’t even know the name of, things they don’t even know the potential and power of.” She stood up, walked over to the camera, and, picking it up, moved it closer to her hostage. Then, she positioned herself behind him, removing the belt from around his face and saying something in his ear.

“Y-Yes, I'm Billy. Let's just say that in this company, um, we don't just work to produce the usual things,” the man began, staring intently at the camera. Natasha frowned in confusion. “Um, we receive supplies of celestial bronze every two months, a metal that we basically don't need, so…”

“Good boy, Billy,” Y/N said, her torso out of the frame. The man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was out of danger. “Too bad what you said wasn't exactly correct.” She laughed again, while the man felt as if his heart had stopped.

“No, n-no, that's not true!”

“Billy, Billy, Billy. But what am I supposed to do with you…” she said, shaking her head, picking up the camera again and moving it back just enough to be seen, this time without the mask on her face. Natasha jumped at the scars on the sides of her mouth. She didn’t remember them being so pronounced and disturbing, but that didn’t mean she didn’t still find them beautiful on her ex girlfriend. “There are two fundamental errors in your brief explanation,” she continued, taking a knife from her belt, making the Russian woman’s eyes widen.

“First, your supplies don’t arrive every two months,” she said, and she made a cut on the man’s left leg, not deep enough to bleed to death, but deep enough for him to feel the pain. “Second, you know exactly what you need them for,” and she made another identical cut, but on his right arm.

“I was starting to like you, buddy,” she said to the man screaming in pain. “I was even thinking about sparing you the fate of your colleagues, but then you started lying to me, even though I warned you not to. Fuck, Billy, I’m sorry.” She started banging her fist on her own head, ruffling her neatly combed hair. Natasha could already imagine what was coming next and clasped her hands together, almost as if she were beginning to pray. And this time, Y/N dropped the knife to the ground and unsheathed her sword, emitting a faint golden glow, bringing it close to the man’s throat. “Say hello to your heroes,” she whispered.

“Please, Y/N, don’t do this. Please, angel…” Natasha whispered to the video, wanting to cover her eyes so she wouldn’t see the love of her life commit such a cruel act. But her prayers were in vain. With a clean, precise cut, the other woman slit the man’s throat, watching him die and gurgling in his own blood with a smug smile plastered across her face. “So you weren’t so mortal, Billy. Another lie,” she untied the man’s lifeless body, letting it fall to the ground with a thud before smoothing her hair back into place. She finally looked at the camera. “Bye-bye Avengers,” she waved, then her expression suddenly changed and she became a little sad. “Bye-bye malenkaya lisichka (little fox),” and blew a kiss to the camera, which then turned off.

The black screen that followed could clearly capture Natasha's devastated look, tears now streaming down her face. As false and disturbing as the final sentence might have been, Y/N had blown her a kiss and called her by her usual nickname, the one reserved just for her. But that didn't erase what she'd done. She'd just slit the throat of an innocent man, without even an identity anymore, since she'd given him a new one and had probably already made the body disappear God knows where. And all this with an amused and satisfied expression. This wasn't her Y/N, the one who, after killing someone, cried for hours and wrote their name and surname in a little book to remember the life she'd taken.

No, this was someone else. This was a version of her angel that Natasha had never seen. Someone she didn't recognize and never thought she'd meet. But this was just another excuse to get her girlfriend back, give her a second chance, and prove that she, too, is capable of doing something good.

Hey...

Y/N had been counting down the days until she could see Aubrey again. Their busy schedules often tore them apart, but Y/N was determined to make this visit particularly special. She had spent the last few days coordinating with Aubrey's assistant to ensure that her arrival would be a complete surprise. Now, with a few hours to spare before Aubrey wrapped for the day, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nerves.

Having showered in record time and putting on a chic yet comfortable outfit, Y/N snatched her bag and left. She clutched a small bouquet of wildflowers in her hand-Aubrey's favorite. The drive to the studio was one filled with anticipation, and Y/N couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing Aubrey's face light up when she walked onto the set.

Arriving at the studio, Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. The bustling atmosphere was alive with crew members setting up equipment and actors rehearsing lines. She approached the reception desk, her nerves bubbling beneath the surface. “Hi, I’m here to see Aubrey Plaza,” she said, trying to sound confident. She was a lawyer and, as such, full of confidence, sometimes even coming across as arrogant, but outside of the office, she had always been a discreet person, not particularly skilled at socializing with other people but especially very shy.

The secretary finally looked up-a knowing smile played on her features. "You must be Y/N! Aubrey mentioned you might stop by. Let me call her."

Y/N's heart soared when she heard her name being called. A second later, the receptionist nodded for her to follow. "You can wait in her trailer. She should be done with this scene shortly.

Y/N nodded, bubbling over with excitement, as she followed the receptionist down a narrow hallway lined with posters of past productions. Finally, they came to a small trailer with a nameplate that read "Aubrey Plaza." The receptionist lightly knocked before hearing the voice from inside telling her to come in.

The receptionist looked briefly behind her and saw Y/N looking around a bit. She proceeded to open the door of the trailer. "Aubrey! You have a visitor!" she called out and stepped aside.

Y/N stepped inside the trailer. Her breath caught in her throat. The space was so cozy, filled with touches that made it personal: photos of Aubrey with friends, family, and some of the two of them, a few quirky knick-knacks, and a small plant that seemed to be thriving under her care. But it was Aubrey who was taking Y/N's breath away.

Aubrey sat in front of a mirror, surrounded by her hair and makeup team. She was wearing an amazing outfit that really brought out her figure, and her eyes sparkled mischievously as she caught sight of Y/N in the reflection.

"Y/N!" Aubrey exclaimed, in some surprise and joy. She jumped up, and her chair squeaked as she ran toward Y/N, opening her arms wide.

Y/N laughed, feeling a surge of warmth as Aubrey wrapped her in a tight hug. "Surprise baby!" she said, pulling back into Aubrey's eyes. 

Aubrey's face softened, her smile radiant. "You have no idea how happy this makes me. I thought you were stuck in meetings all day.

"I was, but I had to make it work," Y/N replied, her heart swelling with affection. "I missed you too much."

Aubrey's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, you picked the perfect time to show up. We just wrapped a scene, and I have a little break before the next one. Come on, let me show you around."

"Or...." Y/N began, hands clenching into Aubrey's hips and her lips, softly beginning their tender assault up the neck, ".we stay here and just make up lost time for days that we could've spent being together." the voice whispered. Her head dug in into the crook of the actress' neck.

"No, ma'am. Not on your life." Aubrey pushed Y/N's head away lightly. "Now we will do what I want now. Tonight, though depends on how you behave in these hours with me." Then she gave her light kisses on the lips. Y/N pouted but eventually she agreed.

Y/N followed Aubrey as she led her out of the trailer and onto the bustling set. The energy was palpable, and Y/N felt a thrill as she watched the crew work seamlessly together. Aubrey walked with confidence, commanding presence even amidst the chaos.

"This is amazing," Y/N said, taking in the lights and sounds. "I can't believe how much goes into making a film."

Aubrey grinned, her eyes sparkling. "And this is just the tip of the iceberg. You should see the craziness during a live shoot. It's like organized chaos."

As they walked, Aubrey introduced Y/N to various crew members, each one greeting her with warmth and familiarity. Y/N felt a sense of belonging as she watched Aubrey interact with everyone, her charisma shining through.

Alright, I have to show you my favorite spot on set, Aubrey said, taking Y/N to a quieter corner where an outdoor area had been set up with chairs and a few potted plants. This is where I go to escape for a few minutes. It's nice to have a little peace amidst the madness.

Y/N smiled, taking in the serene space. "It's beautiful here. I can see why you love it."

Aubrey leaned against the railing, her gaze softening as she looked at Y/N. "I wish you could be here more often. It's not the same without you around."

Y/N felt the warmth spread through her chest at Aubrey's words. "I know, but I'm always cheering you on from afar. You're incredible at what you do."

Aubrey beamed wider and gently took Y/N's hand into hers, their fingers intertwining. "You have no idea how much that means to me. Sometimes, it gets overwhelming, and just knowing you're in my corner helps.

They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the sounds of the set fading into the background. Y/N took a deep breath, savoring the moment. "I brought you something," she said, pulling the bouquet of wildflowers from her bag. "I thought these might brighten your day."

Aubrey's eyes sparkled, and she took the flowers, having a sniff at their sweet scent. "These are perfect! You always know how way to make me smile, baby." She leaned up and hit soft lips against Y/N's, who melted into the kiss, letting the world around them fade away.

All right, enough mushy stuff," Aubrey said, pulling back with a playful grin. "Let's get back to chaos. I want you to see me in action."

Y/N laughed and followed Aubrey back toward the set. As they walked, Aubrey filled her in on the project's details, passion dripping from each word. Y/N listened intently, her eyes caught by Aubrey's enthusiasm.

Arrived on set, Y/N felt her jaw drop. People everywhere moved lights and cameras while actors were practicing lines. It seemed as though the whole space brightened with the presence of Aubrey herself. There was just something in that moment, it swelled the chest of Y/N with pride, watching her girlfriend command attention from every last soul in that room.

"Alright, everybody! Next scene, people!" Aubrey yelled out over the racket. The crew sprang into action, and Y/N watched in awe as Aubrey slipped into her role, her demeanor shifting seamlessly from playful to serious.

Y/N found a spot off to the side, her heart racing as she took in the scene unfolding before her. Aubrey was a force of nature, her talent shining through as she delivered her lines with conviction. Y/N couldn't help but be in awe of her-love washing over her in waves.

After a few takes, the director shouted, "Break!" and Aubrey ran up to Y/N, her face flushed with excitement. "What did you think?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Aubrey, you were so amazing! Seriously, I still can't fathom how naturally you transition from one character into another; you're just entirely different," Y/N replied in an awestruck tone.

The bright smile spreading across Aubrey's face spoke volumes. "Thanks! It's a lot of work, but I love it. And having you here makes it even better.".

As the day wore on, Y/N found herself caught up in the magic of filmmaking. She spoke to crew members about their roles, learning about each different one, and even caught glimpses of the behind-the-scenes magic that brought stories to life. Aubrey was in her element, and Y/N felt grateful to witness it all.

Finally, the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the set. Aubrey finished her last scene for the day, and as the director yelled "cut," the crew exploded in applause. Y/N joined in, her heart welling with pride for the woman she loved.

"Great job, everyone! Let's call it a day!" the director announced, and the crew began to pack up.

Aubrey walked to Y/N, who was still flushed with excitement. "Did you enjoy it? I hope I didn't bore you with all that behind-the-scenes stuff."

"Not at all! I loved every minute of it. You're incredible, my love" Y/N exclaimed truthfully.

Aubrey softened and inched a bit closer. "I'm so glad you came. I've missed you more than words can say.

Y/N smiled, the warmth spreading over her. "I missed you, too. I just wanted to remind you how much you mean to me, even when we're apart."

Aubrey's eyes shone with emotion as she reached for Y/N's hands. "You always know just what to say to make a girl feel special. Let's celebrate your surprise visit. How about dinner at that little Italian place we love?

Y/N's heart beat faster with a flutter at the thought. "That's perfect. I just can't wait to spend more time with you.

The excitement of the day still lingered in the air, wrapping itself around them in warm embrace, as they made their way out of the studio. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, casting an orange and pink glow across the sky-perfect as the backdrop to the love that had blossomed between them. Contentedness washed over Y/N, knowing that no matter how apart they would be, no matter how busy, moments like these made it all worth it.

As they arrived at the quaint Italian restaurant, the familiar scent of garlic and herbs hit them first, transporting them to a place filled with cherished memories. They settled into a cozy corner table, the soft glow of candlelight flickering between them. Sharing plates of pasta and laughter, Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Aubrey, her heart swelling with affection.

"Thanks for today," Aubrey said, her voice softening as she reached across the table and squeezed Y/N's hand. "You made this day unforgettable."

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering. "I just wanted to remind you how much you mean to me. You're my inspiration, Aubrey."

There were tears of gratitude in Aubrey's eyes as she leaned her head closer to him, speaking in a whisper. "And you're my anchor. I don't know what I'd do without you.

With dinner over, conversation flowed like the current, full of dreams, plans, and all those little things that make a relationship so special. They reminisced about their favorite moments together, and Y/N couldn't help but feel joy in knowing no matter the distance, their love grew stronger.

They exited into the bright city of Los Angeles after dinner, hands clasped together. They strolled down the road as the night grew darker, with stars twinkling above; Y/N almost felt the presence of magic there. They made a stop in a small park where the sweet sounds of merrymaking and music overflowed into the night.

"Let's take a picture," Y/N suggested, pulling out her phone. Aubrey grinned, and they posed together, their faces lit up with joy. As Y/N snapped the photo, she felt a rush of happiness, knowing this was one of those moments they would always treasure.

Only after going to collect Y/N's things from the hotel and delivering them to Aubrey's, did she feel peace finally set upon her. Aubrey took Y/N in her arms and drew her near as they stared out the window at city lights. "I wish we could stay like this forever," Aubrey whispered into her ear with warmth.

“Me too,” Y/N replied, resting her head against Aubrey’s shoulder. “But I’ll always find a way to be with you, no matter what.”

And with that promise hanging in the air, their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, sealing their love with a vow that no distance would ever take away what they had. As they pulled away, Y/N looked into Aubrey's eyes, knowing this was just the beginning of many more adventures they would share together.

And as the night wore on, they knew, no matter where life might take them, love would bring them back together again and again, their hearts forever interlacing in this exquisite dance of love and laughter.

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She had been running for what seemed like hours. She didn’t know where she was going, she didn’t know the route she had taken, and she didn’t know where she would end up. The forest she was in seemed endless. There was no stream to orient herself by, and the treetops were too thick to see the stars. She could hear her labored breathing, her quick steps, the owls hooting in the trees. But most of all, she could hear whoever was behind her and chasing her getting closer and closer.

Their footsteps were heavier than hers, but their breathing matched hers. She could tell that whoever was following her was taller and more muscular, but not more agile since she heard them trip over some fallen tree branches. She also knew that they were far behind her and that this gave her an advantage. And so she did the only thing she could think of. She hid behind a massive rock after jumping off its top.

She held her breath, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but she jumped as soon as she saw the figure dart over her head, then rolled on the ground to cushion the jump and immediately resumed running. She was right, actually. Even from a distance they looked about four inches taller than her and decidedly more muscular. She breathed a sigh of relief and, once she was sure they were far enough away, she stood up and began to run at a moderate pace towards where she thought the exit of the maze of trees she was in was.

But after walking a few meters, she started to feel like she was being watched. She turned in every possible direction, but there was no one but her. She started walking again, the feeling of being watched always with her, but she turned again when she heard a twig snap behind her. After not seeing anything or anyone, she prepared to start again but this time, when she turned, she found your muscular figure in front of her. “Boo” you muttered, a smile plastered on your face and your arms that wrapped around her hips.

“Are you running away from me, pretty girl?” you asked, backing her up against a tree trunk. “Why are you running, baby girl? You know I’ll always catch you.”

And with that you kissed her, hard. Her back against the tree made your body pressed against hers, making her feel your hard cock against her belly. Her hands flew into your hair, pulling you closer. You moaned into her mouth, enjoying her hands on your head, and she smiled slightly into the kiss.

Your violent kisses ran down her jaw and neck, pulling her skin with your teeth. She moaned in pleasure and pain, without letting out a gasp first. She could feel her arousal dampening her panties, yet she remembered that this person in front of her was the one who not even ten minutes ago was chasing her through the same woods where she was about to be fucked.

Your hands traveled to her breasts to feel one of her spheres through the shirt she was wearing. Being the impatient person you were, you quickly shrugged off the piece of clothing, ripping it in half. There, you were met with her bare tits, no bra covering them. You smirked, easier access for you.

You lowered your head to take one of her nipples into your mouth, licking it until you felt it harden under your tongue, your other hand still busy groping her other tit. You then switched sides, repeating the same movements and giving the same attention to both of her tits. Her back arched, pleasure coursing through her. Her hands still in your hair to hold you closer to her chest and instigating you not to stop. She laughed briefly feeling you play with her nipples, but immediately moaned when you bit one of them.

You both watched your fingers slide along her skin, down past her belly button, and stop above her pelvis. You looked into her eyes as you slowly knelt in front of her. You pulled down her leggings, but left her panties on. With a smirk, you moved them to the side and slid your hand to her pelvis between her legs. You caressed her folds, parting them slightly so you could see her arousal before sliding your fingers inside her.

She moaned and leaned her head against the tree trunk, completely surrendering to the feeling of your fingers inside her. She let your hands and fingers explore her body, both inside and out and in all the ways you wanted.

“God, you look beautiful even from down here,” you murmured, starting to slowly move your fingers inside her. She groaned at the sound of your voice, so low, husky and sexy, full of your desire for her body. Simultaneously, your mouth began to leave hot kisses everywhere it could reach: her thighs, her belly, her pelvis, until you lightly kissed her clit.

She gripped your hair in her hands as your lips touched her hot clit and whined. Her hips began to move back and forth on your fingers. “That’s it. Ride my fingers like the good girl you are. My good girl.” You pinned her hips against the tree so you could slide your fingers deeper into her. You started slow and gentle until you built up to a force and speed that rivaled – not really – your cock. “Good, just like that. You’re doing great.”

Your tongue laid flat against her clit, her eyes rolled and her mouth made sounds sweeter than honey. Her entire body jolted with pleasure as your tongue flicked at her bundle of nerves. Your fingers slowed, making her whine, but the movements of your tongue made her hips buckle, your hand on them the only reason she didn’t fall to the floor.

Her moans grew louder, louder, her body shaking with pleasure and the need to come, as you brought her closer and closer to the climax. As you continued to tease her, she moaned in frustration and writhed beneath you. With each passing second, her need for release grew stronger and stronger due to denial. You took your time, pleasuring her until she was begging for more.

“Please, let me come. I beg you,” she pleaded, her eyes locked on yours, her green ones filled with desperation.

You quickly removed your tongue from her slit and stood up, now much taller than her, but your fingers never stopped moving inside her. “I’ll tell you what,” you whispered in her ear. “I’m going to let you go now. You’re going to start running in that direction again, until you see a cabin. I’ll give you a twenty-second head start before I start chasing you,” you removed your fingers from inside her, drawing out a whine from her throat. “If I catch you before you get to the cabin, I’ll fuck you until you pass out and it’s up to me whether or not I make you come. If you get to the cabin and I can’t catch you…” you gently kissed up her neck, until you reached her cheek. “…when I fuck you, you can come as many times as you want,” you concluded, placing your sweatshirt on her shoulders and lifting her pants, to cover her nakedness.

As soon as those words left your mouth, she started running again in the direction you indicated, faster than before despite the ache between her legs. She could smell you on her, her pussy clenching around nothing even as she ran, but most of all your voice, which was counting the seconds, growing more and more distant.

The forest seemed endless, she didn’t know how much longer she had to run. There was no sign of the cabin you had told her about. She was starting to doubt its existence. Her legs were burning and with them her muscles, the temperature had dropped slightly, but it was cold enough to notice the air coming out of her mouth every time she was out of breath.

She stopped to rest only when she was sure that your footsteps couldn’t be heard, but she remained alert anyway. She collapsed on the ground, her back against a tree, she caught her breath and looked around, but she couldn’t see anything. Her ears couldn’t pick up any suspicious noise, other than the wind in the branches of the trees and a few night birds here and there. Not even a shadow of you could be seen.

When she was sure she was rested and had enough breath, she started running again, always in the same direction you had told her. She ran and ran and ran, until she could see a light far away from her. She breathed a sigh of relief and increased her pace. Now she could also see inside, with the fire lit in front of the couch and under the TV, thanks to the windows that acted as a wall on the outside of the house.

But just as she was approaching the path that led to the stairs to enter the cabin, out of nowhere she glimpsed your figure staring at her from a tree. Nat returned your gaze for a few seconds, and then sprinted towards the house, but you wrapped your muscular arms around her waist before she could touch the wood of the stairs.

“That means…” you murmured in her ear as she squirmed. “That I won, sugar.” You took her earlobe between your lips and bit it enough for her to feel it.

You slowly brought a hand to her face and turned her towards you, kissing her without hesitation. She immediately found herself returning the kiss that became more and more passionate. Her head was spinning and you pulled her towards you roughly, making her feel your semi-hard member. Your tongues rubbed together. Her hands returned to your neck while yours continued to move down and then back to her breasts and grope them roughly.

You quickly removed the hoodie she was wearing and kissed along the column of her neck, leaving purple marks as you went further down, your hands now massaging her ass. You backed up with her, leading her up the three steps to the wooden patio and setting her down on the cool surface. You ripped a hole in her pants, then did the same to her soaked panties.

“Look at you, sugar,” you turned your gaze to her pussy. “Your swollen, soaked cunt, still clenching around nothing,” she whimpered, the cool night air in direct contact with her wet, exposed sex. You ran two fingers between her folds and brought them to her mouth, letting her taste her essence. “You need it, don’t you? You need to be stretched, ruined, and used like the whore you are for me.”

You pulled down your pants and boxers, letting your cock pop out, pumping it a little to get it fully hard, which didn’t take long given the magnificent sight before you. You leaned over her, your hands on either side of her head, staring into her beautiful green eyes filled with lust.

She kissed you harder than before, nipping at your bottom lip, making you groan into her mouth. She suddenly felt a lot warmer, wondering if she was really about to get fucked on the wooden patio of a cabin by the person who had been chasing her ten minutes ago. But her mind went blank the moment she felt one of your hands spread her thighs, making her wet pussy meet your now painfully hard cock.

You positioned the tip of your cock so that it was prodding at her entrance and at the same time you pulled away from the kiss to watch her facial expressions. She immediately gasped and her back arched towards you. You slowly pushed it in, feeling her warm and tight around you. “Fuck, are you still this tight? After so long?” you asked a rhetorical question.

You took her hands and brought them above her head, pinning her down, and leaned down to kiss her slowly. You started moving, rocking your hips harshly. She gasped first into your mouth, then broke away from the kiss and began teasing the sensitive skin of your neck. You moaned in her ear, increasing the force of your thrusts, the only sounds that could be heard at that moment were your breathing and moans and the wet sound that Nat's pussy was making.

At this point you were ramming into her, whispering in her ear how pathetic and desperate she was. “Look at you, beautiful. Taking everything I’m giving you like the slut you are,” you moaned in her ear, feeling her shivering and whimpering beneath you. You could feel her getting closer to her climax, but you had other plans.

“Please,” she whispered, running her hands under your shirt and digging her nails into your back. “Let me come,” she continued with a few tears rolling down her soft face. You just grinned and continued to rock your hips fast and hard, her walls squeezing you tighter and tighter, making you groan once more.

Immediately, you slowed down and looked down at where her cunt met your cock, which was fully immersed inside her, filling her completely. She sobbed, her orgasm having been denied for the second time that night, and she began to shake even more. After a few minutes of your thrusts being soft and slow, making her feel every inch of your cock, you started moving your hips violently again, her cries of pleasure could probably be heard from miles away. Her body was aching, from the run she had been on and how you had left her in the middle of the woods, and her moans were now coming out uncontrollably. Her legs were shaking, her eyes scrunched shut and you could feel how close she was to cumming.

You continued to do this until she was a blabbering mess, the only things coming out of her mouth were pleas and moans of your name. “Tired, baby? You can’t take it anymore?” you asked, slightly worried. You looked at the expression on her face and it all hit you. You started to ram into her one last time, intertwining your hands with hers above her head and kissing her sensually and softly. “Can I come inside you?” you asked, feeling the knot in your stomach about to break. She just nodded, too tired to even respond.

Your climaxes came at the same time, her coming on your cock with the loudest moan of the evening and you painting her walls white, filling her with your seed. Her pussy contracted around you for the last time, making you groan in her neck, where you were resting your head, which you raised a few seconds later to look into her eyes, but instead you saw her passed out from exhaustion. You smiled gently at her and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

You carefully slid out of her, trying not to hurt her, and got dressed, but first you watched your cum leak out of her gaping hole. You then picked her up bridal style and the two of you entered the cabin, which felt like a sauna compared to the outside. You continued to the stairs and carefully carried her to the bedroom you were in. You laid her on the bed and ran to the bathroom, where you drew a hot bath. You quickly ran to the kitchen to get her a bottle of water and a snack for later.

When you got back to your room, Nat was waking up. You were immediately at her side, stroking her hair. “Hey,” she whispered to you and you smiled, telling her that a bath was ready for her. “Can you carry me?” she then asked and you rolled your eyes playfully and picked her up in your arms, carrying her to the bathroom and placing her in the hot water. You handed her the bottle after opening it and helped her take a few sips.

Nat looked at you puzzled when she noticed that you were not undressing and getting in the tub with her, but instead grabbing the shampoo ready to wash her hair. “Aren’t you coming in?” she asked and you looked at her in disbelief before answering her.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to hurt you,” you started, looking at the water instead of her face. “I think I overdid it a little,” you continued. Nat pulled her hands out of the water and placed them on your face, looking into your eyes.

“I liked everything you did, from the chase in the woods to the fuck on the patio. I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me,” she wiped away the single tear that was sliding down your face with her thumb. “Get undressed and come in. I want you even closer to me,” and with that you took off your clothes and Nat made room for you between her legs, where you stayed until the tub water was cold.

The two of you dried off and got dressed, exchanging a few kisses here and there. Once you were in bed, Nat immediately curled up around you, her head on your chest and one leg bent over your hips. One of your hands slid under her shirt, touching her bare skin, while the other reached for the remote on your nightstand and you scrolled until you found her favorite James Bond movie on the TV.

Nat fell asleep not even halfway through the movie, her breath on your neck, where you could feel her smile as she slowly massaged your abdomen, tracing her fingertips over your abs. You looked up at her softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face like you had done a few hours ago. You fell asleep shortly after her, hoping that Tony hadn't installed cameras on the patio too, otherwise neither of you would ever see the end of it.

She was just a little girl when she came home. Or what he called home.

She was just over ten and her sister was only six. They had been separated when they returned to Russia, the blue-haired girl had no idea where the younger blonde was. She had no idea where the older woman who smelled of caramel was, who for six years she had called “mom”. She had no idea where the burly man she had called “dad” for six years was, the one who had conspired with the one who had ruined her life and turned her into a murderer from the beginning.

The first time she returned to train with the other girls, as soon as she set foot in the room she immediately noticed other kids. As many as the girls were with her and more or less all the same age or a few years younger. Looking at everyone, her eyes had stopped on one girl in particular. She looked like she was nine or ten years old, definitely younger than her, but taller - it didn't take much -. Her hair was short, but not too short. More or less like hers. She was the only one with a kind of very sturdy bracelet on her wrist, while the others didn't have any accessories. Her eyes darted from y/e/c to yellow.

While the girls in the Red Room observed the other young people in the room with them, the others seemed impassive, motionless, almost like statues. The blue-haired girl couldn't identify the symbol that the guards behind those strangers had on their arms, but she was sure it wasn't that of her "home".

Madame B's voice rang through the room loud and clear, instructing the girls to stand in a row. Natalia had hoped to accidentally end up in front of that girl, but instead she ended up in front of a random boy, bigger and bulkier than her, with shaved hair, black eyes, and arms that looked like those described in the novel Beowulf. But then that annoying female voice spoke again.

She started calling out last names, pausing every two. She was creating pairs, who were then led out of the room by a guard to where Natalia didn't know.

Semyonov-Atkinson; Vasilyev-Medina; Kuznetsov-Hofer; Lebedev-Karjalainen; and so on, until…

Romanov-Y/L/N.

Natalia looked carefully at the people in front of her as she took a step forward. No one else moved. The room fell into total silence, almost deafening. Madame B repeated the two last names and out of the corner of her eye, the blue-haired girl noticed the smirk on the face of the girl she had her eyes on before and realized that Y/L/N was her. One of the guards with the strange mark approached the girl in the row opposite hers and pushed her forward, saying something to her in a language that Natalia -yet- didn't know. The two looked at each other without saying anything and followed the guard in front of them, who was explaining in Russian, perhaps to both of them or just to Natalia, why couples had been made with kids from different “associations”. 

That was the first time they met.

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It took Natalia a few days to adjust to the other girl's presence. The two of them trained together every day, at least four times a day. And when they weren't training, they were still together. While the redhead was doing ballet, the other girl was in the room with her or outside, but she was still watching her through the glass; during their breaks they were together; early in the morning and late at night they were together.

Only for meals were they separated. The redhead in the part of the cafeteria reserved for the girls of the Red Room while the girl with y/h/c hair was at the table where those who had arrived with her were.

And so, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and those months turned into a year. The two found themselves friends. Best friends, in fact. The training sessions were endless: neither could take the other down, but if they did, it was rarely Nat who was on her back. Despite all the days they spent together, Natalia had yet to see the other girl with a gun or any other type of firearm in her hand, while all her other classmates excelled in that area.

She had tried to ask her why she was never at the shooting range, but the new girl had just shrugged and not answered. They both talked a lot, revealing things they had never told anyone, not even themselves. Natalia had told her about her time in Ohio, the fake family she had formed, the Christmas where she and Yelena only received empty boxes instead of toys, but they were still happy. Y/n, on the other hand, didn’t have much to say, since she didn’t remember anything before HYDRA. Despite this, she never lacked reassurances towards the redhead.

And maybe that’s why Natalia started to feel more than just friendly feelings towards Y/n. She wasn’t sure when their relationship changed, but she started to notice a lot of things changing. From how Y/n tried not to hurt her during practice, to how she managed to steal a piece of bread they kept in their room in case Nat got hungry during the night.

But then the night terrors began. Y/n, as far as Natalia knew, had been away for a few days, leaving the redhead alone. There was no trace of her, as if she had never existed. Her few things were gone: her clothes, her tracksuit, her shoes. Everything.

She came back after three months, but she had changed. Her confident smile was gone, her hair had grown longer, her eyes dull, with dark circles that would have made the spots under a panda's eyes envious. Her hands were full of cuts, her arms of scars. She didn't talk to Natalia that much anymore, just a good morning and a good night and a few words exchanged here and there. But their routine hadn't changed, in fact it had intensified. They trained hand-to-hand for longer and longer, Natalia danced less, and there was still no trace of Y/n at the shooting range.

Nighttime, however, was the worst. Natalia had to force herself not to get up and crawl into her partner’s bed every time she felt her squirm. Usually after a while Y/n managed to calm down on her own, but the redhead would stay awake for a few extra minutes to make sure the other was okay, and then let herself fall into a light sleep, always alert. But all “good” things must come to an end.

The first time Y/n woke up, startled and looking around, disoriented and scared, Natalia was immediately standing next to her, the redhead’s hands gripping the other girl’s cut hands. Calmly, Natalia lifted the covers, looking into Y/n’s eyes to see if the girl was against it or not. When she saw that she was letting her, she slipped into her bed and gently placed the taller girl’s head on her chest, whispering sweet, reassuring words in her ear.

Once calm, the y/h/c haired girl muttered something, unheard by the redhead. When she repeated the phrase more clearly, Natalia couldn’t believe it. Y/n had just said that she was starting to feel something more than friendship for the Russian and immediately, the latter placed her hands on her cheeks and kissed her, their lips moving in rhythm against each other.

That was their first kiss.

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Natalia learned early on that Y/n wasn't a very affectionate person. No, she was but not physically. Still, Natalia cherished every moment she got with her

A few more years had passed and the two were more inseparable than before. If you met Natalia in the hallways, you could definitely see Y/n walking alongside her or a little behind her, almost as if she were her guard dog. Together they were deadly even on a mission. And everyone had understood this right away.

They had been confined to a small apartment on the top floor of a building in the middle of Galway, Ireland, for two weeks now. Dreykov had sent them there because he had received a tip that some of the girls who had managed to escape from the Red Room were in that very city.

But Natalia was starting to get annoyed with her girlfriend. The most she had gotten these days was a light kiss on the cheek or lips.

It was early in the morning, the golden light of dawn filtering through the kitchen window. The redhead hummed softly as she moved around the stove, folding and stirring the eggs every few seconds with a grace that spoke of familiarity. The smell of coffee filled the air, a silent comfort. Y/n was still in her usual morning state: slightly disheveled, eyes half-closed, and too tired to converse. But as always, Nat’s presence seemed to brighten the room. The girl smiled, looking over her shoulder. The two talked for a few minutes, Natalia continually asking her girlfriend if she didn’t want to stay in bed for a few more hours, but the other kept telling her no. The Russian girl giggled at the answer, turning back to the eggs.

Then, just as Natalia was plating the eggs for them both, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, surprising her. The heat of Y/n’s body pressed against her back, and for a moment, the whole world stopped. Nat froze, her heart skipping a beat. She turned her head slightly, enough to catch the profile of the girl behind her, just a glimpse of something soft in her usual guarded expression. Y/n buried her head in the crook of the shorter girl’s neck, kissing her skin softly as she pulled Natalia closer to her. Her smile softened.

And in that brief moment, surrounded by the smell of breakfast and the sweet, silent exchange between them, the redhead realized that those moments, however fleeting, were all the more special because they were so rare.

That was the first time Y/n took the lead.

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The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the radiator and the occasional rustle of paper as Natalia rummaged through a stack of mission files on the kitchen counter. She had been working on them for hours, her mind focused on the mission: stealing some kind of appliance for the Red Room, but Y/n was definitely more knowledgeable about the subject than she was. Christmas lights hung everywhere, courtesy of Natalia.

But as the evening grew darker, Nat found her gaze drifting to the small plant on the windowsill. Mistletoe. The idea had come to her on a whim, something mischievous, something completely unrelated to the high-stakes task at hand. She smiled to herself, feeling an unfamiliar, reckless impulse.

Suddenly, Nat found herself standing on a chair, precariously balanced as she attached the mistletoe to the doorframe between the kitchen and the living room. It was thin, maybe too thin, but it was there. A gift, in a way, and a plan. Y/n wasn’t known for grand displays of affection, but she had her ways, and most of the time it was kisses, though not often. So Nat couldn’t help the idea that had taken root.

She took a step back, looking at her handiwork. She thought it was perfect. Now all they had to do was wait for her girlfriend, who arrived shortly after, throwing her coat over the back of the couch and grabbing a glass of water. She had been working with Nat all day, helping out on the mission for the Red Room, and as usual, Y/n was oblivious to anything other than the task at hand.

Nat watched from the corner of the room, her eyes darting to the mistletoe every few seconds. She had to tuck Y/n under. The Russian had read somewhere that it was a tradition, a lighthearted way to get a kiss during the holidays. It seemed innocent enough.

As the younger girl headed towards the kitchen, the redhead made her move. She casually strolled past the mistletoe and gave her a little push. Y/n looked at her in confusion, even more so when Nat pointed out - in a slightly too light voice - the mistletoe above them. Y/n then looked up from her glass of water, blinking in confusion, before humming and wondering if they were actually supposed to kiss now. Natalia’s smile tightened and they took a deep breath. It wasn’t the answer they were hoping for, but she didn’t give up. The other girl smiled absentmindedly, clearly uninterested, not noticing how Nat’s shoulders had slumped, but only for a second.

Finally, the last straw came.

Nat found herself staring at the mistletoe again. The plan hadn’t worked, like the others probably twenty times. Y/n was still oblivious. In fact, Y/n was so oblivious that Nat was starting to doubt that Y/n even understood what the mistletoe meant in the first place.

And then, when her girlfriend walked into the apartment, Natalia couldn’t take it anymore.

Y/n stood there for a moment, then broke into a wide smile. "Well, I'm sorry I missed all the signs, my love. But since you're so direct now..." She reached up, gently caressing Nat's face, and pulled her in for a slow, sweet kiss. It wasn't much, but it was exactly what Natalia had been trying to achieve all along.

That was their first Christmas together.

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Suddenly, Natasha jolted awake, her breathing labored and her heart pounding in her chest. The dream was still vivid in her mind: every smile, every sweet word, every moment spent with her. It was as if it were all real, as if she were there again, beside her. The intertwined hands, the shared laughter, that feeling of being safe.

She turned, her body tense, hoping to see her there, on the side of the bed that had always been hers whenever they slept together. But her half was empty. The emptiness that surrounded her seemed to swallow her, the air itself seemed thicker, colder. The bed was no longer the warm refuge it had been. Natasha huddled in, her eyes becoming glossy, and for a moment the world seemed to stop, as if the distance between dream and reality was too great to bridge.

Only silence answered her. But in that very silence she could hear it. She was still in love. So in love.

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WHO I WRITE FOR

Natasha Romanoff

Scarlett Johansson (and characters)

Taylor Swift

Aubrey Plaza

Rio Vidal

WHAT I DO WRITE

Fluff, any kind

Any kind of not!human Reader

Angst, but not involving Character cheating on Reader

Dark angst: torture, kidnapping, murder, gore, blood, traumas, drugs, alcohol.

Platonic stuff, but i write mainly romantic relationship

Smut: bondage, breeding kink, cnc, mommy/mistress kink, lactation kink, praise kink, degradation kink, humiliation kink, cunnilingus, fingering, toys, anal, Reader (AND ONLY READER) with penis, double penetration, gagging, impact play, masturbation, sex in front of a mirror.

Obsessive–compulsive disorder, Anxiety and Panic attacks will be based on my own experiences.

I can touch the subject of suicide, but only mention it because of my experience.

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE

Smut: incest, r@pe, x Male!Reader, pedophilia, and in general the ones not listed before

Detailed scenes of suicide, r@pe and SA (only mentions)

Any kind of discrimination

Character/Celebrities x Male!Reader

For Nat, there was nothing better than your relationship. Just like your best friend Steve, you received the super soldier serum. When the plane crashed, you were with him, freezing both. So to say that you missed a lot of things is an understatement. But Nat wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

She loves helping you with all the tech tools you haven’t gotten used to. She loves how you’re not used to New York traffic. How you still write her love letters instead of messages on the phone, but above all she loves how much you are still a gentlewoman. You help her carry her bags or her handbag, you open the car door to let her in and out, kiss her hand, offer your coat if you go out on a date and she feels cold or your shoes to prevent her feet from hurting because of heels.

In short, Natasha might say that there is nothing missing in your relationship. But if she did, it would be a little lie. Since it is beginning to feel the lack of something. And that thing is sex.

She knows it’s a subject you don’t like to talk about much. She remembers the night you said you’d never had physical experiences with anyone before. She remembers the look on your face, full of shame, but she only reassured you, telling you that she didn’t care and that things would go at your own pace. But after six months of being together, the physical needs were starting to kick in.

Everything you did turned her on. The way you use your teeth to tear tape or a package. Or how you hug her innocently from behind, nuzzling your face into the crook of her neck. Or when you adjust your glasses that slips down your nose. Or when you put on sweatpants and, without you realizing it, the outline of your member is visible.

That’s why, while you were training with Steve and Bucky, she went out with Wanda, her best friend, to see if she had any advice for her.

“I don’t know Wands, she doesn’t seem interested in the slightest. I came out of the bathroom naked a few nights ago, but nothing. No reaction,” she told her, exasperated.

“Nat, talk to her. The only time you discussed it together was at the beginning of your relationship. Even if she didn’t react, maybe she wants it too, but you know how she is. She’s ashamed of even the smallest thing,” the other replied, continuing to stir her tea. They had stopped at a bar after getting their nails done, Nat opting for a navy blue instead of her usual dark red, since it’s your favorite color.

After a few days, Nat still hadn’t found the courage to broach the subject with you. She just couldn’t. And in doing so, she hadn’t even realized that she was slowly distancing herself from you, even if it wasn’t her intention. It left you confused every time she refused your touch, from your usual hand on her lower back, to the gentle, light kisses first thing in the morning.

Thinking something was wrong, you planned a night out for the two of you. All day you left her notes at the places in the complex that you knew she went to most often. Every time she found one, she smiled sweetly, and at some she even shed a few tears, telling herself how lucky she was to have found someone like you.

Finally, towards evening, after following all the notes, she found herself in front of your bedroom door, wearing pajama pants with her symbol on them and a t-shirt that she had stolen from you. She knocked twice on the door and it immediately opened. She was greeted by your big smile, the one she knew very well and that was only and exclusively reserved for her.

“I didn’t know if you were really going to come” you told her, whispering.

She frowned, almost asking for explanations.

“These days it almost seemed like you were ignoring me, avoiding any kind of contact”

Nat felt a pang of remorse hearing your words and seeing your body language. You were playing with your fingers, biting your inner cheeks, your eyes looking anywhere but at her and your face down. A clear message that you were a little embarrassed and worried about her answer.

Nat just took your face in her hands, then brought your head closer to her shoulder and wrapped you in her arms, despite the significant height difference.

“I’m so sorry, bubble, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad” she then whispered in your ear, her voice hoarse but at the same time sweet, full of remorse. You remained in that position for a few minutes, then separated and looked into each other’s eyes. Immediately, she encircled your face in her hands and kissed you softly.

“So, what do you have planned for the two of us?”

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The two of you were cuddling on the bed, you between Nat's legs, your hands playing with one of hers while the other gently stroked your hair. You were watching Bloomington, a movie that Sam had mischievously recommended to you. You could already tell right away that it wasn't going to be an easy night for you, especially when you noticed that the scenes between the two women were becoming more and more provocative.

You started to squirm a little, trying to hide from Nat the fact that you were getting hard, thinking and seeing that instead of the actresses' faces, it was a scene between you and Nat. It's not that these thoughts have never crossed your mind. Quite the opposite. They cross your mind every time you are near the redhead.

From that moment on, you were no longer able to pay attention to the movie, but only to think about how the two actresses in the movie could be you and Nat. How you would love to be under her, how you would love to touch her where only you can touch, how you would proudly wear her marks on your skin. By now, you were painfully hard and you could feel your boxers getting wetter and wetter from the precum.

Of course, your attempts to hide your erection were noticed by Nat. She knew that, somehow, the movie would have an effect on you, and your continued squirming was proof of that, just like your hands at some point stopped playing with her fingers and went to cover your member.

But she did nothing to stop you or help you with this situation. She wanted you to tell her what you wanted, your needs, your desires. But these requests never came, and Nat was tired. So she took matters into her own hands.

“Why are you wriggling so much, little bubble? Why do you keep your hands down there?” she asked, pretending not to know exactly what you were doing and trying to hide.

You whined, not wanting to reveal the real reason. Her hands began to slide all over your body, then up to rest gently on your neck. This caused you to remove your hands, which moved to her arms, making your erection clearly visible.

“Oh baby. What do we have here?” she feigned innocence. “I bet you’re all sticky down there, hmm?”

And she was right. You could feel your boxers sticking to your skin, and you didn’t like the feeling.

“What were you thinking about, little bubble, that made your cock so hard?”

You were trying to get the words out, but they didn't seem to come to you. You were embarrassed, ashamed, of the situation you found yourself in. Natasha, with one hand on your neck and the other gently tracing your lips, didn't allow you to speak and form sentences that made sense.

"I-I was thinking about you" you finally spoke, your voice no higher than a whisper. Your cheeks colored red that could be compared to the color of Nat's hair.

"Me, hm? And what was I doing?" she teased, with that little smile plastered on her face that she knew drove you crazy. "Do you need me for anything in particular?" she continued, her voice also no higher than a whisper. But it wasn't the same whisper you had emitted a few seconds before. Yours was a whisper that hid shame and embarrassment, but hers hid something deeper, more lustful, more erotic.

You shook your head, not wanting to explicitly tell her that you actually needed her. She continued to look at you, but eventually looked away from yours to look for the TV remote. She put on a Disney movie, but you didn’t even pay attention to which one it was. You were too focused on the feeling of her hands on your body; one still on your neck, the other gently caressing your abs.

After a while, you finally managed to watch the movie, but the moment of peace was short-lived. In fact, Nat decided right then to slide her hand into your shorts. You gasped because you weren’t expecting it, but then you moaned because Nat had grabbed your cock. You looked up at her, expecting to see her gaze already on you, but it almost seemed like she did it by mistake, since she was still watching the movie, not even a smirk on her face.

You tried to get her attention in every way, calling her name, patting her thighs or her arms, kissing her wherever you could reach, but nothing. Her hand hadn’t moved from inside your pants, her fingers still encircling your painfully hard cock. You were helpless, and Nat knew it well, but he wasn't going to do anything until you specifically asked for it. At first, you were determined not to admit your needs, but in the end, desperation took over.

“Please, Mommy. Touch me” you whispered and immediately, her incredulous gaze landed on yours. Her eyes were wide, her pupils were dilated and a darker green. Her face shocked, she couldn’t understand how such an innocent girl could call her with such a dirty name.

“Mommy, hmm?” she teased. “Where on earth would you have heard that term? Such an innocent girl shouldn’t know that.”

“I was curious, and by mistake, I-I watched some naughty movies.” you whispered. 

She smirked, and pulled down your pants and boxers, freeing your cock. She looked into your eyes, offering a reassuring smile. You nodded slightly, giving her the consent you knew she was looking for.

She spat on her hand, which she then wrapped around your length. You moaned in pleasure and the new sensation Nat’s hand was giving you. She began to slowly move her hand up and down, her eyes watching your every facial expression. Your hands tightened around her arms, your head resting completely against her stomach.

“Does this feel good, love? Such a good girl I have,” she said, her movements getting faster and faster. You were sure she could feel your cock throbbing in her hand. Your eyes closed, the pleasure too much to resist. Your legs began to shake, but that only made Nat’s hand move faster. Your moans were getting louder and louder, but Nat cared little about that. She was enjoying the scene before her. Her super soldier, who was always composed, impassive, was now reduced to a moaning mess.

You started to feel a knot forming in your stomach, and at first the sensation wasn’t pleasant. But it was quickly forgotten when you felt Nat start to caress your face in comfort. She then used the liquid that was coming out of the tip of your cock to go even faster.

“Mommy, I-I need…” you tried to say, but it was like those few words were all you had in your vocabulary. You arched your back, your hips rose, but with her hand resting on your abs, Nat had you leaned back against the mattress.

“You can only cum when I tell you to,” the redhead said with authority. “Are we clear? Or do you want to be my bad girl and disobey Mommy,” you shook your head violently, making Nat smile and lean down to give you a sweet kiss on the forehead. She murmured a soft “good” before increasing the speed of her hand even more.

And suddenly, everything stopped. Nat took her hand off your pants and stood up from behind you. She started to take off her shorts, if you could call them that since they didn’t even reach mid-thigh, and the white panties she was wearing. Then she went to the bathroom, leaving the door open, and she slumped down to get something you couldn’t see from under the sink.

When she returned, she knelt in front of you and, carefully, sensually opened the condom package. She took your still very erect cock in her hand and unrolled the condom around it. She then stood up and kissed you softly and passionately, her hands this time around your neck, while yours wrapped around her hips. Once you were apart, she lay down next to you on the bed, making you climb on top of her. You looked at her a little embarrassed, as you didn’t know what to do, but she just smiled at you.

“Such a good girl for Mommy. Take your cock and rub it against my folds, love,” she whispered, as if she was afraid of saying something wrong. You immediately did as she said, and the moment your cock made contact with her pussy, your arms almost gave out. She moaned as your cock hit her clit.

“Enter me, bubble.”

This time she took your member in her hands and positioned it against her entrance and you gently slid your cock inside her. She was warm, and oh so tight. You could barely move, but slowly you managed to fit it all in. Feeling her pussy squeeze your cock, you almost collapsed on top of her. One of her hands was gently caressing your back, while the other was in your hair.

“I’m ready when you are. Take your time, my love,” she whispered lovingly in your ear, her breathing a little labored. Your hand reached down to touch the bulge in her stomach, and at the sensation you moaned. You slowly began to move your hips, watching her facial expressions and the bulge in her stomach intently.

“That's it, bubble. Look at you, being so gentle and slow with Mommy.” she murmured, her head thrown back on the pillows, her mouth in an O shape and her hands resting against your back.

Your movements were slow, a far cry from the intensity with which Nat had been masturbating you earlier. You were afraid that your strength would accidentally hurt her. But seeing her enjoy and take pleasure in something you were doing made your thrusts become stronger and more erratic. You rutted into her, your rhythm now off, your head overwhelmed with pleasure.

Natasha noticed this. She gently moved her hands from your back to your hips, trying to slow down your thrusts. She guided your movements, helped you find a more regular rhythm. She was looking at you with a gaze full of love, something that was meant only for you. If other people saw her right now, they would wonder if the real Natasha Romanoff had been kidnapped, because this side of the redhead was not meant to be seen by everyone.

“Do you like being inside Mommy, mhm baby? Do you like feeling your big cock moving inside her?”

You whimpered and leaned your head against her shoulder. She giggled, gently stroking your hair. You felt your eyes fill with tears. It was all too much. The feeling of being inside Nat, the pleasure of her tight, warm pussy was overwhelming. You began, albeit unintentionally, to scratch her arms to try to bring her closer to you. She flinched at the scratches, but decided not to comment on them, but instead wrapped her arms around you.

“No, bubble, don’t cry. You’re doing well, much better than some people. Big, deep breaths for me, love,” she murmured. “I’m so close, baby. Mommy is so close” 

You moved your hand down, placing it on her clit and began to make circles, like you had seen in the videos you had watched. She moaned even louder, quickly reaching the peak of pleasure. Seeing her come, filled you with pride, then overtaken by your own climax.

You leaned on her, your head placed on the juncture of her neck, where you left a few sweet kisses. She continued to whisper gentle praises in your ear as she cuddled you. She held you tightly against her, as if to protect you from what was outside the confines of your bed.

When you recovered, you unwillingly slipped out of her and pulled off the condom, throwing it away. Nat went to the bathroom in the meantime, then came back out wearing a pair of your boxers. You watched her get under the covers and get comfortable. You did the same. You went to the bathroom first, did what you had to do, went back to the bedroom and got dressed, then snuggled up against Nat.

“You did so well, bubble,” she whispered, leaving a kiss on your forehead, making you smile, and turning on the TV. “Dexter? 3x2?” she then asked, taking a chocolate bar out of the drawer. You nodded, then picking up the bar and starting to nibble on it while watching the series.

“I love you, sweetheart” was the last thing you heard before falling into the arms of Morpheus.