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Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Reader. Consensual Somno. Cunnilingus. Fingering. Reader receiving. Mommy Kink.

Summary: Wanda returns from a mission with intense need for you, and she uses you whilst you sleep.

A/N: This was a request from a while back, but I can’t seem to find it in my ask box. Sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy!

It was well past midnight when Wanda finally returned from her mission. Tired and achy, she trudged along the Compound’s corridors in search of you. Three days without you, and she was so pent up. She felt like a teenage boy, and gosh, all she wanted was to fuck you. To make you cum over and over, as if it would take away all her exhaustion from the mission she just came back from.

Swinging her duffel bag over her shoulder, she was practically gliding through the building, until she finally made a stop outside your room. Opening the door gently, and oh fuck, what a sight to see. There you lay with the covers off, and only in your panties. Wanda was not going to survive. What were you doing teasing her like that?

It’s like you knew just how much she needed you, just how much she was aching and throbbing for just a taste. Wanda made quick work of showering and ridding herself of any grime or blood, and wrapping herself up in a soft silk robe.

She should probably sleep, she told herself, but the sight of your hard nipples had her throbbing so intensely. Her brain was alight. She made her way to the bed, her body softly dipping onto the mattress.

“Mm, my soft girl,”she hummed as her fingers roamed around your abdomen, caressing the smooth skin. “So fucking gorgeous. And such a tease, for sleeping like this”. She gently skimmed her fingertips along your arms, watching little goosebumps rise up. Softly, she caressed a single finger along your chest, slowly circling your nipples. You squirmed in your sleep as she continued to tease you; you were always so sensitive to her touch. She was careful not to wake you just yet, but delighted in the cute little huffs you were beginning to make in your slumber.

Her hands lowered down to your legs, and she wasted no time in removing your panties, noticing a slight wet patch that formed in the middle. Such a needy girl. Spreading your thighs nice and wide for her, she slotted her head in the space between. The smell of your pussy instantly invaded her nose, and she surged her mouth forward towards her feast.

She started slowly; soft kitten licks to your folds had her groaning at the taste of you. It was incredibly difficult for her to not completely devour you. A shiver ran through your body, still not enough to wake you, but your hips moved forward in search of more. Her tongue dipped inside your tight hole briefly before dragging up your wetness to swirl around your clit. A small whimper left your mouth as your hips started rocking up a little harsher. She paused briefly to look up at your peaceful face. Still asleep.

She continued to tease you, her tongue gently massaging your clit, trying hard to keep you just on the brink of consciousness. Your eyebrows began to furrow as the pleasure built up in your core. She carefully lifted your legs onto her shoulders, desperately needing to get closer. She wanted to inhale you.

Her eyes staring at your face and all the little reactions it would make, she closed her lips around your swollen bud, sucking softly. The soft mewl you let out had her clenching with intense desire. The pretty sounds you made fuelled her need for you. She couldn’t hold back anymore, and she began to suck harder. She was eating you out lavishly, licking and sucking as if you were her final meal.

Awareness slowly started to creep up into you. Little jolts of your body as you felt the pleasurable sensation build between your thighs. It was getting harder to ignore. The feel of something soft and velvety gliding across your folds. A flush of warmth travelled through your body, and with a gasp you awoke.

“What- Wanda. Oh,” you moaned at the sight of your arousal smeared all over your girlfriend’s face. Her darkened green eyes bore into yours as she continued to suck harshly on your clit. “What’s happening?” You whined as you rolled your hips into her face without even noticing.

“Hush baby, let Mommy work hmm,” she quickly responded, her eyes never leaving yours. Her firm yet soothing tone had you feeling so fuzzy and needy. “Mommy needs this. Now be a good girl and take what I give you.” She inserted two fingers into your tight hole, stretching you out perfectly.

“Mommy,” you whimpered at the feel of her fingers inside you. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Just like we spoke about.” You struggled to get your words out, your mind entirely focused on the fingers pumping inside you.

“Oh, I can tell. I walked in on you laying on my bed wearing nothing but panties. And my favourite ones too. Such a naughty thing,” she spoke to you in a condescending manner, making you feel small and vulnerable in the most thrilling way.

Her fingers found your sweet spot as she curled them inside you with fervour. You gasped as she continued to hit you with pleasure, you were getting unbelievably close to the edge. She added her lips back on to your clit and watched as your face crumbled in ecstasy. She was sucking so harshly, drawing endless hot pleasure from your core.

Writhing and shaking, you began to babble incoherently. Moan after moan, your eyes began to roll back as she ravaged you with her mouth and fingers. “You taste fucking incredible darling girl,” she moaned into your pussy, a crazed look in her eyes as she watched your face contort.

“Please, please, please. Mommy…” you whined in a high pitched tone. “Need to cum. Fuck. Mommy please.”

Your moans grew louder and louder; she sucked the bundle of nerves into her mouth with her fingers moving inside you at a maddening pace. Poor Steve, she thought as your sounds became almost pornographic, the man residing just across from you both. “Cum for me baby. Let go for Mommy”

Your hands fisted into your bedsheets as your body began to arch up into her. Just with her words, the wave of release finally came. Your toes curled as white hot pleasure surged through your entire body. You came with a shuddering gasp and you cried her name as your body continued to jerk through the orgasm.

“Oh, look at you. What a beautiful girl,” Wanda purred at you. “You’re so perfect Milaya”. Your chest rose up and down as you tried to catch your breath.

“Thank you Mommy,” you whispered as you felt exhaustion wash over you. You were completely spent, your eyelids getting heavier with each second.

Darkish Wanda x Reader, Non con, Ejaculating Strap

- Dark Mommy Wanda breaking into your apartment at midnight to give you your birthday gift. Well, does it really count as breaking in if you left your bedroom window cracked open?

- She sees you asleep in bed wearing absolutely nothing. Goodness, is it your birthday or hers? Wanda amuses in the sight of your hard nipples and the goosebumps running along your body.

- Mommy Wanda wastes no time in getting her hand inside those surprisingly wet panties. Seems you were looking forward to this just as much as her. “That’s it, you little slut,” as she circles your clit with her fingers. “Stay nice and quiet for Mommy”.

- Mommy Wanda couldn’t leave you empty for long, she rips off your panties without hesitation, entering into you with a strap she bought to mark this special day. She spent her time carefully searching and selecting the perfect strap for you. The perfect size.

- Mommy Wanda delights at the cute whines leaving your mouth. She enters you quickly, bottoming out completely and leaving you no time to adjust before she begins to move inside you. A shiver runs through her at the sight of her strap disappearing into your hole.

- Your tight pussy clenching onto her, she begins to rut into you at an animalistic pace. “Fuck, so tight. Take it. You take what I give you,” she purrs softly into your ears as she pushes into you deeper and deeper. “Mommy has a present for you.”

- She brings you closer to the edge, grunting and moaning as she pounds into you roughly. Placing her hand around your neck, she squeezes slightly with a hungry look in her eyes.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader. Smut. Comfort. Mommy kink.

Wanda was teasing you all day. Flirty winks. Cheeky smiles. Her hand lingering on your thigh just a little longer than necessary. You weren’t gonna last long and she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

There she sat fresh out of a shower, her wet hair dripping onto her white nightshirt exposing her pretty nipples. BreatheBreatheBreathe you kept telling yourself. “Baby…” she called, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Don’t you wanna come sit on my lap, you seem awfully lonely all the way over there.” She smirked at you as you made your way into the warmth of her lap. This was gonna be so difficult. You hoped she couldn’t feel the way you were already throbbing for her. Oh God. She smelled so so good. Is that vanilla? Well fuck. You were getting drowsy from the scent of her body lotion you didn’t even realise she called your name three times already.

She caressed your cheek softly with her palm. “My pretty girl why are you so lost in your thoughts hmm?”

A blush started to creep onto your face and you looked down. “I’m not, sorry Wands I was just distracted.”

“Distracted by what?” she gripped her thumb and forefinger onto your chin, forcing you to look up at her.

“Nothing,” you quickly blurted out.

“Nothing huh.” She smirked at you seductively. “I didn’t know that nothing would leave my baby throbbing on my thigh.”

Oh. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Why can she feel it? How is this fair? “Wands, stop pleaseee,” you begged your sadistic lover.

“But you’re so fun to tease baby,” she laughed as her hand moved on to your thigh, creeping higher and higher. The feel of her hand reaching up but stopping just before where you needed her most was gonna drive you insane. She was gonna drive you absolutely insane.

“Wanda,” you said her name with so much need. “Please”

Her green eyes darkened with want and lust instantly as the hand on your thigh started to increase in grip. She leaned in close to your face, her lips just inches from yours you could feel her warm breath on your mouth. “Oh babygirl, I won’t make you wait any longer,” she whispered and she kissed you softly on your lips. Not hot and passionate in the way you so desperately needed. She was still holding back her desire. You started to grind subconsciously on her thigh as your arousal pooled in your underwear. You gripped onto her shoulders for support.

“No darling, I’m gonna take care of you. Don’t forget who’s in control okay.” She pushed your shoulders back so they hit the soft padding of the sofa.

“Mm okay,” you murmured absentmindedly, distracted by the feel of her soft lips on your neck. She began to suck and bite hard along the length of your neck. She was definitely going to leave a mark. Her hands reached down to the hem of your shirt, asking for permission. As if she needed it. As if you would say no to her right now. “Please, Wands. Take it off. Take it all off,” you begged her with so much need.

“My my my, so desperate detka. Be a little patient for me, I promise I’ll make you feel good.” Soon enough your shirt disappeared from your body as well as your jeans, leaving you bare in your bra and panties. And what a sight for her. Her eyes darkened with lust and desire further as her mouth continued to kiss along your jaw and neck. “What a beautiful girl,” she whispered reverently as she started to undo the strap of your bra. Her mouth latched onto your hard nipple, softly suckling, making your breath hitch. As she sucked one, she twisted and pinched the nipple of your other breast. She couldn’t neglect your pretty breast now could she.

Your back arched in pleasure as her tongue rolled around your nipple, biting softly every now and then. She let go with a pop and a string of saliva could be seen hanging from her tongue down to your breasts. She began her descent of your body kiss by kiss. Her mouth lingered on your soft tummy, her absolute favourite place to worship. Open mouth kisses scattered all across the expanse of your tummy, not an inch was left untouched by her. “Mmm so soft moya dorogoya.” You could hear the desperation in her voice.

She trailed her sweet kisses down to your thighs, nipping at the soft skin on the inside. She looked at your panties and observed a wet patch forming in the middle and chuckled darkly. “Fuck,” was all that left her lips and she ripped off your wet panties in an instant.

The cold air hit your exposed core, sharp and thrilling, making you twitch in excitement for what was to come.

The feel of her hot breath on your clit had you throbbing for more. Finally, after what felt like forever, her warm mouth claimed its spot. And she couldn’t get enough. She was eating you out like a woman starved. Sucking, kissing, lapping up all your juices had her moaning out in delight, the vibrations sending you down further into the pit of pleasure. She gripped your thighs tighter, placing your legs on her shoulders. She needed more. She needed to be as close as possible.

“Baby baby, you taste like heaven,” she moaned into your pussy, her mouth latching onto your clit. “Mmm, so so good. You have no idea what you do to me.” With every suck, every roll of her tongue, your bundle of nerves were set alight.

And you were gone, absolutely destroyed. Writhing and moaning incoherently as she pulled you closer and closer to ecstasy. “Please. Fuck. Wanda, please,” you shuddered out as you felt her tongue push deep inside of you. She was fucking you mercilessly with her tongue whilst maintaining perfect eye contact with you.

“Hm, that’s not my name now is it?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Mommy please. Please please please make me come,” you begged her as your eyes began to roll back. You were so close. You just needed her to finally push you over the edge. Just like that her hands were everywhere again, pinching your nipples, groping your ass, and her tongue remained deep inside you. “Cum baby, cum for Mommy.”

And the dam snapped: your back arching, tongue lolled out, your juices gushing all over her face. Your vision went black and you passed out blissfully on the sofa.

You came to, finding yourself in your bath tub with Wanda humming and washing your hair softly. You felt so fuzzy under her watchful gaze. “Oh there’s my sweet baby. Darling, you came so hard you passed out,” she giggled.

“Mommy,” was your only reply as your brain felt all mushy.

“Still Mommy hm? Well that’s completely fine. Mommy is here for you my little love.” Wanda continued to wash your body and hair. Her soft hands massaged your scalp as you blinked up at her in a dream-like state. After you were washed and dried, she took you in her arms to snuggle on the sofa. A bottle of water and chocolate bar was already placed on the coffee table.

You spent the rest of the evening in her warm embrace, watching sitcoms as she peppered sweet kisses on the back of your neck. Soon enough you were dozing off, the sound of her soft laugh the last thing you heard before your mind went blank once again.

Wanda x Reader. Post Intimacy Shower. Naked Cuddles. Negative Thoughts. Comfort.

Wanda was washing your hair gently and humming some old Sokovian tune. Her fingers slowly scratched your scalp, instantly relaxing you.

“My sweet baby you’ve gone all soft hmm,” she hummed softly. You nod, slowly blinking up at her and went to lean back into her gentle hold. She looked at you with a soft smile reserved just for you. “That’s okay, you don’t have to think anymore. Just let mommy take care of you yeah.”

“Okay,” you whisper back so quietly she almost misses it. Everything felt so fuzzy. You loved the feel of her hands on your body, softly stroking and washing you under the spray of the shower.

“You were such a good girl for me, cumming so hard on my fingers. I’m so proud of you for letting go like that,” she cooed gently into your ear.

“Mommyyy,” you whined as a blush started to creep up your neck.

“Babyyy,” she sang back with a giggle. “Gosh you’re so adorable, I could eat you up.” Her affectionate words made your tummy flutter. Wanda loved seeing you squirm for her so she relished in tickling your tummy and pecking your cheeks, enjoying every giggle which escaped you.

“Didn’t you already do that?” you grinned cheekily at her with a devilish glint in your eye.

“Mmm yes mommy did devour that pretty pussy of yours, didn’t I?” she smirked back at you enjoying the redness that kisses your cheeks. Her words sent a pang straight to your core and you hid your face in her neck with shame.

“Mommy please,” you pleaded, wanting the older woman to stop teasing you, as if you didn’t love every second of it.

“Pretty sure you started this baby,” she chucked. “But okay no more teasing, let’s get you into bed.” She booped your nose and lifted you into her arms, with you instantly wrapping your legs around her. She carried you back into your shared bedroom as you admired her strength. Your fingers stroking along her beautiful biceps. Wanda winked at you in return, making your face flush yet again.

Softly, she lowered you into your California King bed and wrapped you tightly in the covers. She slipped in beside you and scrunched her nose in adoration as she saw you lying there all snuggled up.

“Oh is that a baby burrito I have here? So very cute, now come here sweetie.”

You quickly slid into her embrace with your head resting on her chest, not wanting even an inch of distance between you. You sighed happily in her arms, loving the skin to skin contact. She was so warm and soft.

“Mommy…” you look up to her with a hint of sadness in your eyes.

“Yess my angel”

“Am I - I mean…do you - is it…?”you stutter not sure how to get your thoughts out. You groan getting frustrated with yourself.

“Breathe my baby, nice and slow for me.” She brings her palm to your face and caresses your cheek slowly, seeking to calm your mind down. “Tell me what’s on your mind dorogoya.” You took a deep breath earning a soft good girl from Wanda.

“Do you ever think that I’m too much? Does it ever bother you that I always need you? Please tell me,” you begged with watery eyes.

“Oh my precious heart, no no no. Don’t you ever think that baby. Please don’t think like that. I’m so sorry your brain is making you think all these negative thoughts. but I promise you they are not true at all.” Her eyebrows scrunched up in worry as she took in your saddened state. She hated how these awful doubts and insecurities could ruin such a beautiful evening for you. She never blamed you of course, but she would do anything to rid you of those thoughts.

“Look at me detka,” she implored staring into your eyes firmly. “I love you so much and I love taking care of you. You could never ever be too much for me.” She kissed your forehead gently, letting her lips rest on your forehead.

Her voice lowered into a soft whisper. “I love when you need me baby, I love that you turn to me. Because you’re mine, aren’t you? You’re my sweet girl. You’re Mommy’s girl”

“Mommy’s girl,” you whisper back.

“That’s right my angel, you’re mommy’s little girl.”

“Mommy’s little girl,” you parrot back to her. The doubts in your head slowly dispersing as you listen to her heartbeat. “I love you mommy,” you declare.

Summary: You help Wanda bring warmth to an empty room. Post AOU.

Something short and sweet as I procrastinate studying. Soft and slightly sad Wanda.

The midnight cold crept up Wanda’s back as she lay flat on her bed, staring up at the blank white ceiling. The room felt too big. Too hollow. And Wanda was all alone. She had come to accept her parents’ death long ago. The grief was more familiar now. But Pietro? A piece of her heart. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t come to terms with a life without him.

So she lay there, drifting aimlessly, hoping for sleep that would never come. After minutes or perhaps hours, the sun finally peeked through the window blinds of her empty bedroom. It was the first bedroom she had been able to call her own in a long time, but it was the most desolate of them all.

Eventually, she made her way to the shared Avengers’ kitchen in search of some breakfast, a fake smile painted on her face.

“Good morning, Wanda,” you whispered shyly in her ear not wanting to disturb the stillness of the early morning.

“Morning,” she murmured back to you, quickly blinking away the anguish swirling in her eyes. You squinted at her suspiciously, not entirely believing the happiness she was trying hard to project. Of course you noticed. Why did she think she could hide it from you? Yet you chose not to say anything. A graceful restraint, as you desperately wished to comfort her.

A strand of hair floated near her lashes, and you were gentle when you tucked it behind her ear. “Would you like me to help decorate your bedroom today Wands?” the sweet nickname left your mouth so easily that it made Wanda squirm, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for you.

“It’s quite empty at the moment. You don’t have to,” she responded with soft hesitation. Her first instinct was to be guarded, earning a disapproving frown from you.

“Well, I want to help. And lucky for you, I have a masterclass in interior design. You’re in the right hands Maximoff,” you smile back at her with determination.

—

The two of you spent the rest of the day in and out of various home decor shops, returning to the compound with a numerous amount of items. Finally venturing into her bedroom, the dreadful white walls glaring at you both, you got started on the bedroom makeover.

By late afternoon, a deep burgundy swallowed the previously sterile white walls. The colour, dim and moody, instantly cocooned the room. It set a quiet, almost haunted yet beautiful tone, matching Wanda perfectly. Lots of candles were scattered across her room, antique taper holders casting an eerie glow. Cosy fairy lights were hung along her headboard, creating warmth and mellowness. Nothing bright or flashy. Everything was soft and subdued. A wooden chest lay at the foot of her bed with a soft, fuzzy rug tucked underneath.

“And I am exhausted,” you said, falling back against the mattress, and across from you, Wanda leaned over on her side. Your face tilted up towards her, gazing at her upside down, slightly intimate. Her hair fanned over you, a playful smile creeping onto her features.

“You look silly upside down,” she commented, knowing full well she looked exactly the same to you. “Thank you for this. It feels warm here. I feel warm again.” Her words tightened something in your chest.

“I have something for you,” you spoke in a quiet voice, your eyes peering into hers.

“What else could I possibly need?” Wanda asked with a raised brow, dropping her voice to match the same soft tone as yours.

After a quick dash to your room, you returned holding a thick wool blanket with intricately designed patterns of leaves and flowers. All coloured in beautiful shades of red. Familiar designs. A slight Sokovian touch. “For you,” you said, a hint of shyness lacing your voice.

“Oh,” she gasped softly. “How did you - where?” Wanda stuttered, at a loss for words with what you had shown her. A piece of home.

“I happen to know a place or two,” you grinned at her, delighted with her stunned reaction.

“It is so similar to the one I had at home. You are so very kind.”

“I have one more surprise.”

And hidden within the folds of the blanket was a DVD collection of ‘The Brady Brunch’. “I remember you saying this was a favourite. I thought… maybe we could watch some together.”

“I would like that very much,” her eyes shimmering, but this time it was not with grief.

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader. Anxious Reader. Comfort.

You and Natasha had only been dating for a couple of weeks, but she always had this way of reading you, of seeing you, almost in a way you didn’t know was possible. It was as if she could peel back your layers with just a singular glance into your eyes. It was unnerving. It wasn’t anything you were used to, and it scared you. But it was also comforting, so, so comforting. To have someone who knew what you were feeling and to really understand, without you even having to do so much as utter a word.

And you could try to hide it; God knows you tried to hide the sadness you felt at times. The emptiness that would just creep its way into your soul like a parasite. It would latch on to you and stay for what felt like forever. But she wouldn’t let you.

It was midnight when the thoughts came. Those same spiralling thoughts that always started as something small and seemingly insignificant and then just spun out of control. Your chest started to tighten as those same old feelings of worthlessness started to worm their way into your mind and heart. Natasha was asleep, snoring like a 70-year-old man suffering from sleep apnoea. To be fair to her, she did just return from an incredibly gruelling mission. She deserved the rest, which is why you tried your hardest to suffer in silence. It was becoming more challenging as your breathing started to get heavier; you were almost heaving. Your chest started to get tighter as the thoughts in your head grew louder and louder.

She sensed your turmoil from the depths of her sleep. She always did. Natasha shuffled next to you, reaching her hand out to yours to comfort you as she tried to fight the sleep and force herself awake. “Sweetheart… sweetheart, what is it?” she asked in the darkness of the night. You tried to hold your breath and stay quiet; maybe she would go back to sleep. Maybe you wouldn’t ruin her night. A slice of moonlight peeked through the curtains, illuminating her beautiful form. You found yourself staring at the curve of her lips, the hook of her nose. So beautiful. How her beauty could somehow still those dark thoughts for a moment, you never understood. A brief moment it was, as you soon started to feel undeserving of a woman like her. A woman so brave and bold and beautiful. You didn’t feel worthy of her at all.

Your lack of response began to worry her. She pulled herself out of her sleep and laid those gorgeous sleepy eyes on your face. “Oh, my darling,” she whispered as she saw your shuddering breaths, quivering lips and tears streaming down your cheeks. When did you even start to cry? You hadn’t noticed.

She pulled you into her arms quickly, rubbing the sides of your arms as you started to shiver. Her hands trailing the little goosebumps along your upper arms. She kissed your head like it was a promise that everything would be okay again. That it would pass. “I’m here, malyshka; I’m right here, and I’m not leaving you. Not one second. Let it out now, baby; I’ve got you. I’ve always got you,” she uttered in hopes of easing that aching heart of yours. You turned your head towards her with tear-filled eyes and a shaky smile.

You didn’t have the energy to speak, but she knew you, and she knew you were grateful for her. “I know, my love, I know,” she murmured softly, giving you a brief kiss on your ear. You tucked your head in the crook of her neck and breathed in her soft scent. Warm cinnamon and spice entered your nose instantly; her inviting aroma always soothed your sorrowful soul. She smelt like home and love and freshly baked cookies. It felt like huddling near a fireplace on a miserable rainy day. Your breathing began to even out as you started to relax in her comforting hold. Sometimes, it felt like she was the only thing holding you together; she was the only reason you weren’t constantly falling apart. Brave Natalia would go out on dangerous missions, risking her life for the sake of others, and here you were crumbling at night. You felt pathetic.

“Thank you, Natalia. Thank you so much.” You still felt so guilty for disturbing her sleep.

“Don’t you thank me for anything, my darling; it’s what I’m here for,” she replied instantly whilst giving you ticklish pecks on your cheeks, eliciting a warm blush. She didn’t need you to be thankful; she just needed to know you were okay. You both sat like that for a while in quiet solitude, with Nat offering more comforting words. Just her presence could be so healing for you. “Darling girl, how are you feeling now?”

“I don’t know,” you whispered. “It’s a lot quieter, though. My head, it’s not so loud anymore.”

“Please don’t hide from me again; I don’t want you to feel alone,” she pleaded.

“I know, I just. I didn’t want to disturb you, and you have had a long few days. You deserve to rest.” You were starting to ramble.

“And so do you, my love,” she spoke firmly. “You deserve rest too, as much as I do. You deserve to sleep without having incessant noise in that pretty head.” She was looking straight into your eyes, like she was trying to break through all the messy and anxious thoughts in your head. She needed you to listen, needed you to understand. “You are not a burden to me, and you never will be. When you feel like you are disturbing or bothering me, you’re not. I want to hear your worries, and I want to hold and love you through them. Please don’t keep yourself from me; I’m your girlfriend, and I love you so much.” Her tear-filled eyes caused your heart to ache. You didn’t mean to upset her; you thought it was best to keep it all in. Maybe you were wrong. Her words gave you a sort of epiphany. You don’t have to hide the difficult parts of yourself. Not from Nat.

“I’ll try, Nat. I promise to try.” For Nat, you were willing to try. With her, it didn’t seem that scary anymore.

“I want every part of you. I want to know when you're happy as well as when you feel anxious and afraid. Don’t shy away, baby, not from me.” She cupped your cheeks and gazed into your eyes.

“Okay Natty, no more hiding,” you promised resolutely whilst gazing back into those angelic eyes of hers. For Natasha, you would do anything.