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Let Her Hear

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Female Reader

Prompt: "Are You Wearing My Clothes?" (Prompt List 3)

Summary: Scarlett—your secret girlfriend, doesn't seem too happy about how close Elizabeth—your bestfriend, and you have been getting on set. So your girlfriend shows her just who exactly she is in your life—or rather, she lets her hear it from you.

Warnings: (18+) Smut; semi-public sex, slight choking, praise kink, slight mommy kink, slight humiliation. Soft dom x submissive reader. Jealousy, slight possesiveness.

A/N: We hit 100 followers!! Yay, thank you so much! In celebration, I have written a smut one-shot for the first time in my life. I'm not great with smut, God, this might just be so terrible, so please bear with me. Feedback is highly appreciated!

"Are you wearing my clothes?" asked the brunette who's figure slowly approached as she plastered a knowing look.

The way you giggled, a big gummy smile painted across your face as you rocked yourself back and forth childlishly made the actress laugh, seeing her lavender colored hoodie on you with it's hood covering a part of your forehead.

"I'm keeping it!" you said in challenge, in return you earned a theatrical gasp from your bestfriend as she gave you a challenging look.

"Oh no, you're not!" said her as she began to run towards you only for you to try and outrun her, hiding from behind trailer to trailer with hopes to lose her.

You both—much like children, chased each other in the parking lot of the Captain America: Civil War movie set. You were midway through shooting the movie, and you are just about to film an airport fight scene though neither of you had even changed into your costumes despite the nearcoming start of shoot.

With you ending up just in front of Scarlett's trailer, the whole parking lot became relieved of any noise—footsteps, voices. "You won't catch me, Lizzie!" you taunted, curious of where the actress had gone though before you were even able to take a moment to check, you felt your figure suddenly trapped in the arms of a familiar someone.

"Too bad, I just caught you."

You could smell her minty breath, her figure towering over you as she had her arms wrapped firmly around your figure. Standing defeated, you looked at her with a pout, your mind wandering through thoughts of just how you're gonna get back at her.

"Elizabeth Olsen is a bully!" you shouted, your voice echoing around the trailer-filled lot as you tried to wiggle yourself out of her grasp, though with our efforts coming in useless, you just decided to give up, and settle in her arms until when she's ready to let you go. "If you let me keep it, I'm gonna treat you tacos."

You weren't much into hoodies, and even if you were, you'd have just enough money to supply yourself with millions so there's really no need for you to go through much trouble just to get this one. But it's the fact that this belongs to her that made you want it.

Elizabeth Olsen, being one known to steal your things. From your hair ties, to your bags, stealing things from each other had just always been your thing. Having to know each other for a really long time, wearing each other's clothes, sharing each other's everything, it had just became a routine for you both. It's a part of what makes your friendship unique in some way.

"How about dinner?" she negotiated, giving you a slightly squinted look as she displayed a look with her seeming like she's considering her options.

"It's a date!" you said with a smile.

And that is just exactly how you ended up inside this trailer, the tension already seeming thick upon the thick, cold silence that had already fallen upon as soon as you entered. With Lizzie having to take a phone call just outside of this very trailer, you have decided to pay your girlfriend a small visit before you get your hair and make up done, but seems like, she's not very happy of your presence—not that she's acknowledging it in any way.

"Come on, Scarly... did I do anything wrong?" you asked, desperate of the attention she had deprived you of ever since you entered. She hadn't given you anything for the last 30 minutes. Not a word, not even a glance—nothing!

"I don't know. Maybe you should ask Lizzie on your dinner date." Crap, she heard—you thought. At some point, you've expected having such situation take place, especially with you relationship with Lizzie, and your new (secret one, if may be added) relationship with Scarlett. You wouldn't be as close with Lizzie if only boundaries between you could just be written aligning to what's appropriate now that you're taken. But with you and Scarlett's relationship being such a huge secret, having to just suddenly draw up lines, and boundaries between you and Lizzie would raise up questions you're sure you'd rather not have answered.

Though, along with the cons, there's also a few pros to that. One being; seeing Scarlett jealous. Scarlett wasn't exactly the jealous type. She's not the type to be possessive over you as she didn't want you to feel trapped. That's why, it came as such a shock to you to find yourself trapped between her figure and the door with her hand claiming it's spot on your neck while the other reaches for the zipper of your denim shorts.

It pleases her—way more than it should be, to hear your heavy breathing knowing that Lizzie is just on the other side of the door, just practically waiting to hear the loud moans she's sure you'll be letting out as she gets her way with you.

"Scarlett... d-don't. Lizzie is just on the other side of the—" your words, interrupted by a soft gasp from Scarlett's ghosting touch on your clothed core had the lady unable to resist a smirk as she watched you squirm under her touch.

Enclosing the very little gap between you with her lips crashing onto yours, her hand began to explore your body, slipping subtly under your hoodie as she reached for your breast that she now played with in her hand. Her thumb flicking across your hardened nipples gently as you let out soft breathy moans had her already feeling wet herself. Now only eager to feel just how wet you must be had her hand immediately falling onto your core, her fingers trailing it's way as she pulled away from the kiss only to stare at your half-lidded eyes, and listen to your heavy panting.

"If you want me to stop... tell me, and I'll stop." she whispered, voice lowered to be more seductive as she ran her fingers across your covered slit with her feather-like touch.

Yourself, having still a small part of you that had still yet to be taken by lust looked at her as you gave a small shot at pleading despite knowing that it wouldn't work, "They'll find out..." said you in a breathy voice, trying to restrain yourself from giving into lust.

"Would you really care, darling?"

But her deep green eyes were just too far inviting, and her soft touches are just so damn tempting, you couldn't help yourself but just pull her into a kiss as you begin to grind yourself against her hand hoping to get even a little bit of friction to relieve yourself from your heated core.

"Good girl." she cooed in between your kiss. "Tell me in words, baby. Tell me what you want."

She saw the way you hesitated, the inner battle you were having was evident from the way you closed your eyes. It was a battle between lust, and humility. Scarlett, already knowing which'd win, pulled herself away, she, relieving your body of any touch as she slowly walked towards her vanity, a smirk she tried to hide.

"Well, if you're not done deciding—"

"Please fuck me..."

But it was just that short moment of her absent touch that had you pulling her hand, begging for her to drown you in her intoxicating kisses, and her light addicting touch. Her soft grasp on your neck you wish to feel along with the soft trails she leaves on your skin.

Seeming unsatisfied from your answer, she didn't turn around. Instead she continued looking through her vanity acting as if she heard nothing. You knew exactly what she wanted, just like how she knew yours.

"Please, fuck me, mommy!"

If it was just a battle between lust and humility, it was obvious which one had won—you now finding yourself a panting mess being once again trapped between Scarlett and the door.

Enclosing the small gap between you, she pushed herself towards you, her figure pushing yours against the cold metal door to support your body as she lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping on her waist as she now began rubbing tight circles on your clothed clit.

Despite being far back in the pleasure your girlfriend is giving you, hearing Lizzie's muffled voice as she spoke on her phone held you back from completely getting lost in your own little world. Biting your lip to supress your moans that slowly grew in volume as you tried to grind yourself harder against her finger.

"Come on, darling. Let her hear..." It wasn't a question, nor was it a suggestion. It was a command you knew she'd want you to obey otherwise she'd be edging you for weeks. "Let her hear how good I'm making you feel."

You weren't even given a moment to be conflicted—not by her, and especially not of her command as she pushed your panties aside, her fingers immediately finding it's way to your dripping cunt as she started to pump them in and out of your hole. Your mouth dropped open, your eyes rolling back, as a string of loud moans left your mouth, ones that surely didn't come unheardable from anyone standing near the trailer.

"So you're okay with Lizzie hearing you afterall, aren't you my love?" she cooed, her pace slowing down as she moved her mouth closer to your ear, her breath tickling your ear ever so slightly. "What a slut, hmm?"

Despite hearing Lizzie's name—even more so, her voice, you couldn't get your thoughts straight as it came clouded with pure lust, your mind getting filled with the desire to be dominated—to be fucked.

"Your slut..." you corrected, earning you a smirk from the blonde who continued to pump her fingers in your pussy. It didn't worry you—being heard, not now when all you cared about was the pleasure the actress was giving you.

"All mine...?"

"All yours." you assured.

Pulling her fingers out of your cunt had you leaving out a small whimper though before you could even complain, another command she let out as she pulled herself away, licking her fingers once covered with your juices

"Strip. All fours on the floor." she commanded. Her voice, one usually soft now being all deep and stern.

You didn't have to be told twice, taking of your clothes, immediately getting on your hands and knees as you anticipatedly waited for your girlfriend who's figure stood just by her desk from where she got through her drawer, seeming like she's looking for something.

There was some soft gentle breeze that brushed against your dripping cunt, one that immediately sent chills twisting down your spine as the absence of her touch just had you craving for more. Wanting to touch yourself, grind against something, or just try to relieve the throbbing from you heated core, you clenched your fist against the cold floor, yourself trying to contain such desires because you knew very well that your mommy wouldn't be too happy about it if you chose to fulfill it without her command—not that you could anyway. She's the only one who can fulfill your desires. She is your desire.

You were still panting, and hearing your sweet heavy breaths of air had Scarlett very well pleased, and she could not wait to hear your loud moans which she'd surely enjoy.

"Just like a puppy in heat, aren't you my dear?" said her in a tone meant to humiliate you, though did it not only add onto your growing desire, but it also just added onto your heat.

Yourself, eager for whatever she'd do next, whimpered from your losing patience. Though the only thing you could do is wait, with your ass facing her, and yourself facing away.

"Ah... here it is."

And just like that, you found yourself on all fours, a loud moan escaping from your lips as a sudden intrusion you felt on your hole, a giant rubber toy pushing deep inside you not even in a slow gentle manner, but rather in a swift rough one that barely gave your cunt any moment to adjust to it's size.

It wasn't long until you felt it deeply in, it's wholeness filling your tight hole as you could almost see the smirk forming on your girlfriend's lips. "What a good little girl... taking my cock all into her tight little hole..."

If you'd be asked what words she says give you butterflies, your thoughts would immediately wander through those moments when she'd tell you she loves you—can be sudden, like when you're watching a movie, or can be not, like when she'll kiss you, or even so, make love. Though you'd be lying if you say that words like this doesn't give you the butterflies too—praises she'd give as she fucks you. Can be her fingers, her tongue, or her cock inside of you, nevertheless, she'd never miss a chance to tell you how good you're doing for her.

"Stand up against the door. I want you to face it. And if that cock sticking up your cunt falls... I'll make sure that Lizzie gets an upfront view of just how I fuck my little slut."

You didn't fear her words, for Lizzie to see you get fucked wasn't what you worried of—at least, not right now when what you solely wanted was to impress your girlfriend. To earn a praise from her, it was what had you facing against the door, your hands on your back as you tried to hold the toy deep within your tight hole.

"What a good little slut you are."

And as soon as you felt her warm presence behind you, her breath against your skin sending chills straight to your throbbing clit, you couldn't wait any longer, you wanted her, you needed her.

"Mommy please..." you pleaded, eyes shut close as you waited for her touch, though seems like what you got in return was a mere chuckle as she watched you before her. Your naked figure inches away from her, yourself she could do whatever she wanted with, and you... desperate for her.

"I want you to tell me exactly what you want, my darling." she whispered on your ear, feeling her ghosting touch against your exposed breast as you feel her other hand trailing a line on your back.

Your voice struggled, managing to choke out a, "Fuck me... please."—as you feel her cock slowly sliding out of your cunt though before it could've completely fallen, a sudden force, being your girlfriend, pushed it all back in as she took a handful of your hair, your mouth falling wide open as she began pounding her cock inside of you.

She didn't have to be asked again, starting out with a merciless pace as she pulled your hair back, her lips leaving a trace of her marks along your neck onto your shoulder, with you letting out a string of loud moans that she assumed not only filled her trailer, but your parking lot as well.

"Oh God!" you gasped, your eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure she's giving you. "Oh, Mommy—Ah! That feels so good."

Your loud moans came like music to her ears, wanting to hear more as she quickened her pace having you cry out in pure ecstasy.

"Come on, baby. Come for me..."

It was that that added onto your growing orgasm, her soft raspy voice that had you feeling your stomach tighten as you slowly got closer and closer to heaven.

"Mommy... just like that... please I'm so close."

Just that encouraged her to do more, now having her other hand rub tight circles on your clit that had you seeing stars. Your arm flew back, searching for something to hold on to eventually settling in her hair with your fingers now entangled with her soft locks of yellow.

One last cry of pleasure you let out before you exploded, your juices filling her cock that eventually dripped down her hand. Though, having you now going down from your high didn't stop her from moving as she continued to pound into you, her fingers still playing with your clit. Her pace increasing even more than what you thought was her limit as she had you chasing for your second orgasm.

"God, mommy! You're so good—ah!"

Still being sensitive from your first orgasm didn't have you taking long for a second one. Yourself exploding on another orgasm as she immediately caught your weakened figure that threatened to fall on the floor. Turning to face her, you rested your head on her shoulder as you fell limp in her arms, yourself feeling your juices that continued to drip down your thigh.

"You did so good for me, baby..." she whispered on your ear, her hand running across your bare back as she held you in her arms, keeping you in her warmth.

You can feel yourself turning red, now snapping out from the lust that once clouded your thoughts. Having been embarassed from just exactly how loud you were, and Lizzie just once being outside that very door had you burrying your face onto Scarlett's neck, her scent filling your senses as you feel her stroking your hair.

"You're telling them." said you earning you a small giggle from the actress.

"I don't think I have to. I'm sure everyone heard just who exactly you belong to."

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ccreia · 3 years

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Let Me Kiss You

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Prompt: "Let Me Kiss You..." (Prompt List 3)

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a Natasha fic, but I thought, I need to have Wanda content on my page aside from my last one so here it is <3 Also I had to repost this because I think something is wrong with my Tumblr, and I am trying to see if I can maybe fix it.

"Oh love..."

The whole room was silent, it was only the singing of the birds you heard from the other side of the window as the sun peeked from the small gaps between the curtain, it's rays bouncing off of your girlfriend's radiant skin from where it fell upon. You raised your head slightly, your figure covering the bright light that threatened to wake the brunette that laid just beside you.

A smile came painted across your face as you watched her sleeping figure, her light fair skin that now came darkened from your covering shadow still appeared glowing, and her lips... her pink plump lips just practically inviting you to crash yours against it.

You stared at her lips, yourself now slowly moving closer eager to have yours placed against hers. Though hearing her soft moan had you stopping in your way, taking a moment to admire her slowly waking figure as her eyes fluttered open, herself taking in the sight of you now just inches away from her.

"Let me kiss you, baby..."

A soft chuckle she let out as your lips finally crashed on hers, feeling your softness as you begin to move as hers did, matching each other's rhythm, your lips dancing on synch.

"I love you..."

She said in between your kiss, interrupting your soft breathy moans as you feel a smile form on your lips.

It was mornings like those that you loved. Ones where you'd find yourself walking up with the love of your life. Sometimes even in her arms, as she caressed you gently, covering you in her warmth.

"Oh love..."

It was only the singing of the birds she heard when the loud silence indicating the battle's end took place, as the sun shone bright, it's rays bouncing off of your pale skin from where it fell upon. She raised her head slightly for her figure to cover the bright light that once irritated you as she waited for her girlfriend who's figure laid on her lap to wake up.

A smile came painted across her face as she watched your sleeping figure, you pale skin that now came darkened from her covering shadow still appeared glowing, and your lips... your lips that was once pink and plump just practically inviting her to crash yours against it.

She stared at your lips, herself now slowly moving closer eager to have hers placed against yours. Though hearing your soft moan had her stopping in her way, taking a moment to admire your slowly waking figure as your eyes fluttered open, yourself taking in the sight of her now just inches away from you.

There was nothing but silence as you immersed your figure in her warmth, letting yourself get lost into her dark brown eyes as she held you in her arms. You reached for her face, one that now had tears streaming down her face as she watched your struggling figure.

"Let me kiss you, baby..."

Said you, words barely choked out as she held your hand, running her thumb across the back of your fingers as she felt your gentle touch on her cheek, not minding the redness of your blood that smeared across her face..

"Even for one last time, honey..."

A bitter chuckle she let out as her lips finally crashed on yours. Her lips never moved, never have yours—you were simply too weak to even try. She immersed herself into your warmth, your touch, your kiss—because no matter what hope she tried to gather, no matter what courage she tried to have...

"I love you..."

That was the last.

And as she watched you drifting away, feeling your life disappearing from your body, her lips she still kept on yours as your last breath she felt on hit her skin.

You were gone.

And as she let out a loud cry, a big red wave she let out, the world knew of her pain, and sorrow, now not having you in her life. The one thing that mattered to her most... is gone.

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ccreia · 3 years

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Avengers When Their Jealous

OKAY BUT IMAGINE THIS. You're in one of Tony Stark's famous parties, and as you were chilling at the bar, waiting for your partner who's been talking with some of their friends, someone swoops in, sitting right beside you as they started conversing. THEN YOUR PARTNER SEES.

• Tony Stark

— "Hey, babe"

— Gives you a gentle peck

— Introduces himself

— Literally just smoothly shifts the conversation into something that'll make him sound great

— Probably would make the other person feel awkward or insecure without even trying

— He won't feel jealous, he'd just hate that you're spending time with someone else instead of him

• Steve Rogers

— Pulls you closer by your waist

— Just stands there in silence with you in his arms

— Untryingly intimidating the other person eventually making them leave

• Natasha Romanoff

— "Hey, love"

— Subtly pulls you away and closer to her

— Wraps her arm around your waist

— Securely holds you close to her

— Gives the other person a very sharp, and deadly glare

— The other person probably left as soon as they saw her coming

— Just her stance literally intimidated the other person

— Stands there in silence and with growing annoyance until the other person leaves

— She'll have her eyebrow raised as she gives the other person a squinted look, basically being their signal to leave

• Bruce Banner

— Literally does nothing

— Might just stand beside you awkwardly so that the other person knows that you're his

— Would stutter

• Thor

— "Hey~"

— Greets with a loud voice and a following chuckle

— Gives the other person a tight handshake

— Wraps his arm around your shoulder

— "I'm Thor, God of Thunder..."

— Talks about his life; how he's the Son of Odin, Heir to the throne in Asgard, is the only one worthy of Mjolnir, etc.

— "This is Y/N, my girlfriend"

— Starts talking about his and yours' love story

• Clint Barton

— "Hey, I'm Clint. Her boyfriend"

— A literal mix of Steve and Natasha

— Stands there in silence, arms crossed

— Looks like he's silently judging the other person's whole entirety

— Eventually pulls you in by your waist

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ccreia · 3 years

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Thank You

This is not a fic, but I would just like to take the time to thank you all for 100 followers! It truly means a lot! For all the short fanfics that I've written, those that are full of angst, and barely any fluff (I literally have only written 2 fanfics with an actually happy ending, I swear I have a few in the works that are actually happy 😭) I thank you all for the support you've given to not only my works but to me as well. Your simple words give me encouragement (I literally get butterflies when I read your comments 🥺) so thank you!!

#thank you #literally no joke i am so thankful #i love you all <3

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ccreia · 3 years

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With You Gone

Part 1 (Without You) | Part 2

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader & Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Prompt: All Prompts (Prompt List 2) & "Is it so wrong for me to be happy?" (Prompt List 3)

Request: Hiii I loved without you and if you’re willing to do a part 2 can it include the reader moving on with someone else using the quote “Is it so wrong for me to be happy?”

A/N: Please tell me what you think about this. I feel like this is horrible :<

"Natasha and Bruce are coming back." Those words echoed inside your head, yourself frozen in your seat as some sudden pain you felt in your chest. It wasn't of sadness, not of the one you felt when she left... at least it wasn't what you believed it to be—it wasn't what you wanted it to be. Especially since it's been years, you've moved on surely. Perhaps, those words just added onto your intial feeling of worry over your girlfriend who your full attention should be on right now. Not having heard back from the brunette who was sent on a mission weeks ago worried you, especially since she should've been back days ago. "Y/N. Earth to Y/N." Only to be brought back by Tony's call and his continuous snapping, you looked around finding yourself sitting in the meeting room with everyone, your gaze immediately falling upon the chair that belonged to your girlfriend, now left empty by the absence of the said avenger. "There she is." Tony said, arms settling crossed as he went to sit back down on his chair. "I thought you were supposed to pick her up on your way back. What happened?" Steve asked, standing just by the end of the table, arms crossed too. He was right. You went on a mission a few days before your girlfriend did. You offered to take her back with you since your missions were meant to end at the same time. Perhaps, something may have caused the delay of hers, as you never heard from her. Nor have you been able to contact her phone. And that worries you even more. "She didn't call. She wasn't where she was supposed to be. I don't know where she is..." now having said it out loud really had you realizing how severe the situation might be. She could be in danger right now, and yet here you still are, talking instead of looking for her. "Tony, have you tried tracking the ship she took?" Steve questioned, eyes locked on Tony's sitting figure. A scoff, followed by an eyeroll was what Steve got in return. "Anyone could've thought about that, genius." Tony said, threatening another argument which immediately took place. And as their voices faded into the background, your mind came clouded with thoughts of the many things you worry may be happening to your girlfriend right at this very moment. Before their argument even reached a nearcoming end, a plan you already devised inside your head, one that can actually help more than plain, childlike, bickering. Standing abruptly, you had all eyes on you, and a suddenly silenced room, "Okay, I have a plan." you said, hands on the table as an expression they saw come painted across your face. One that clearly would not be leaving any room for argument. "I will go look for Wanda. And you all can choose to help, or fight like some highschool girls. I don't give a shit." They knew you weren't joking around, not when it comes to the girl you loved. And as much as they admired that serious part of you they don't usually see, they are not risking your life to save another. A better plan they would devise, if only you just sat back down. But yourself, eager to leave, turned away, and as Steve was right about to stop you, a faint gasp they heard you let out as they saw someone else beating Steve to it. "What did we say about cursing?" A scarlet dressed witch with locks of the brightest red stood just by the door, a smile on her face as she waited for you to run into her arms, something the you did not even waste a second not doing. "Baby..." you whispered, deep relieved breaths you let out as you hugged her tightly. "God... darling..." you almost cried of happiness, seeing her, feeling her. It hasn't been long but you're glad that she's returned before you started thinking of the worst case scenarios. "Hey look at me..." she said, caressing your face gently in her light touch to look deep into your eyes. "I'm here..." "You're late..." you said, eyes slightly filled with tears as a chukle you heard her let out. "Well, I couldn't call my ride." taking out her broken phone from her pocket, she had her eyes locked on yours as a gentle peck she left on your

lips. "Hey, I told you those lines were from Peggy and I." Steve interrupted, pointing to you both, eyes on Sam's sitting figure as if he's some child waiting for his mother to defend him against his playmates who took away his toy. Sam scoffed, a loud chuckle heard from his lips. "He practically trademarked it." said the Falcon, earning a few quiet giggles from everyone. "Now, if these two love birds are done—" "Get a room!" shouted Sam, interrupting Barton's words. You giggled, Wanda unable to hold hers in when yours triggered hers. You heard Clint sigh, earning an even louder giggle from you. Children—you thought. If only the whole world could see everything that takes place in the compound, they most likely would stop taking the Avengers so seriously. "Nat, Bruce, welcome back." Wanda didn't cease to notice the fading flare of light in your eyes. It was almost as if she saw your life being sucked out of you upon hearing the red-head's name. For a moment, she held you, your frozen figure, as she watched you come flooded with some type of realization that gave the brunette growing anxiety. She and you have started dating only months after Natasha left. You weren't particularly in the best state, nor were you in a remotely good place. You were broken, shattered. The returning avenger standing just a few steps away left you in pieces. And it was she, this very avenger whose arms still laid wrapped around your body, who picked you up. She loved you, and every one of your broken pieces. She loved you even though the best you can offer her is an incomplete part of yourself, and a severely damaged heart. Never once had she doubted your feelings for her, though she'd be lying if she said that she's never wondered what your relationship would be once Natasha is back. Would you be running back to the russian's arms? Would you leave her to give it another shot with your greatest love? Would the feelings for the agent she never believed to have ceased away return? Those questions haunted her knowing that your ex-girlfriend is bound to return. That's why she always wished she wouldn't. She always wished that the famous Black Widow would just disappear, and settle far from you. It didn't sink in—her return. Not until her bright green eyes met yours, your eyes which flicker didn't come unseen by your girlfriend. That returning flicker she hadn't seen in a long time. You used to imagine what you'd do once you see her again. Perhaps, you'd cry. You'd faint maybe? Nevertheless, you pictured it to be a painful reunion for you. But as you stared into her eyes, hers in yours, it wasn't that at all. Instead, you felt free—like you always have when you stare into those emerald-like eyes. It was almost like nothing have changed. And for a moment, you felt lost yet found at the same time. There was only the sound of heavy silence, the feeling of solitude you felt, the world seeming like it had left you two alone in the company of only each other. But the peace wasn't bound to last, being broken by your girlfriend's soft cough which had you turning away and breaking your long gaze. Escaping subtly from your girlfriend's arms, the chatter that once faded into the background returning as your thoughts did, you squeezed yourself pass by your girlfriend and out the door now walking on your way towards your room. Your every step matched every beat of your racing heart, only now noticing how that little interaction had affected you in ways you did not expect. The pain, the sadness, all those suppressed feelings you expected to come out once you meet, it wasn't there. Instead, came out of you was something else. Something familiar. "It's not like you still have feelings for her." And even now with you sitting in bed, hours later, that thing you felt still haunted you. The way it felt so good—it felt so right, it bothered you. It bothered you that you felt those with her. That instead of hatred, instead of anger, it was that that you felt, staring into the red-head's eyes. "It's just one mission with you and Nat.

It's not a big deal, so why don't you go on thi—" With yourself deeply lost in thought, you didn't even remember how you got to your room, or how long Clint has been talking, or just when he got there in general. But despite being too far back in your own little world, just a brief mention of your ex-girlfriend's name immediately brought you back in a snap. "Say that again?" you asked, checking if what you've heard was correct. "Steve assigned a mission to you, and Nat." That one short sentence had you racing towards the meeting room, immediately getting a small look of half of the original avengers from the thick glass walls separating you and them. "Steve, come on. You can't do this." you said barging in the chatter-filled room where Steve, Thor, and Tony settled. Steve, already knowing what you're talking about, did not even bother laying his eyes on you as he kept it on some mission files he had on his hand. "It's just a mission, Y/N." said him, eyebrows slightly raised as he continued to read through his files. "I know what you guys are doing..." "Hey, hey. This has nothing to do with me, this is all on cap." Tony interrupted, hands raised leveled to his head as he changed seats. With a sigh, Steve looked at you, setting his files down on the desk looking defeated, "Nat talked me into it. She said she wanted to get some alone time with you." Once again hearing her name had you feeling unsettled and uneasy, though the words that came right after it had you feeling both anger and confusion that later on overpowered your prior feelings upon hearing her name. "What?" you asked, brows furrowed as you locked your eyes on Cap's radiant blue ones waiting for a response. "Y/N, do you know why she came back?" But instead of an answer, what he gave you was another question raising your confusion. You never really thought about it—why she came back. Since all you had in mind was the absence of pain when she did. And now that Steve had raised the question, you wondered—why did she come back? "Because of you, Y/N." Clint said, his figure leaning just right by the door. Though, your thoughts had already wandered off to even hear a thing that he said, now trying to raise answers to the question that now haunted your mind; why did she come back? Had it been because she missed the thrill of being an Avenger? Were they having financial problems? Had she been having troubles getting used to her new life and just wanted to come back to her old one? "She came back because she still loves you, Y/N." Steve's words silenced your thoughts that continued to find the answer to your question, with his now echoing in your head, your heart feeling like it stopped, you stood there stunned. If it were 3-years-ago-you standing right at this very spot, you'd most likely be in tears, happiness starting to consume your broken state, as you barge out the room, yourself finding it's way back to the russian's arms as those very words continuously echoed in your head. But that's the thing, the very person standing here isn't the same one Natasha left 3 years ago. It's you—the girl now happy with someone she truly loves. "So?" you ask, your tone hinting the absence of interest in the Captain's words. "Why she came back is none of my business. Not anymore." "Y/N, you have to hear her out. We have to understand her." That was it—you thought; the last straw. If came the time that Natasha comes back, you thought of just how angry you'd feel, not of her return, but rather, of her departure. And when that time did come, and you felt void of any anger, you thought—where was the anger I've been suppressing for years? It's here. The anger you've suppressed for years would come out when you see Natasha—you've expected. But it didn't. Instead, it came out now, with Cap's words just pulling the very last straw before you exploded. "What is there to understand?!" you yelled, taking everyone aback even Cap who highly expected of such reaction. "That she ditched me to date our teammate, and left with no regards of what I'd

feel whatsoever?!" "Y/N, we understand, but if you would just calm down—" "No, you don't understand!" you exclaimed interrupting Thor's words. "She doesn't get to leave me, and come back 3 years later to tell me she still loves me!" The team watched you as tears now started falling from your eyes, feeling their hearts tighten a little from the sight of you crying—reminding them of just how you were when Natasha left. "She doesn't... she doesn't get to do that..." you managed to choke out despite of the huge lump now present in your throat. "She can't just come back and expect me to run back to her like some puppy she left to go grocery shopping." "Nat was miserable when we left." It wasn't what you needed right now—you thought upon hearing Bruce's voice. "I don't know what you told her before she left, but she... she couldn't even look me in the eye." you could hear him from behind you though you chose not to look, hoping that if you didn't, he'd just leave. "She never told me she loved me, she would leave before I wake up, and come back after I fell asleep. She'd prepare me food, clean the house, but that was just right about it. She won't even sleep in the same bed as me." "The things she did while you were together is not my responsibility, Bruce..." you said, your tone left firm and steady with no room for any argument. "Do you know how it felt?" he ignored your prior statement, still continuing on his own. "Do you know how it felt to see the love of your life, the woman who promised to love you, looking at another woman from the photo she kept on her wallet. That instead of seeing myself, or even her on that wallet, what I saw was you?" "Bruce, calm down..." Steve said, both fear and concern eminent from his eyes. "Do you know how it felt to be looked at so plainly when I've seen the way she'd look at you? How I'd stare into her eyes in search of at least a small flicker of love I had seen her have when she'd look at your photos." You could already imagine Banner slowly turning into his infamous form just from the anger on his tone alone. "Hey, hey, Banner calm down." you hear Tony say. "Hulk can't fit here and we all know who's gonna pay for the things you destroy." But with the team's worried look adding onto it, you just know that behind you is now a slowly brewing Hulk. You'd be wise to not add onto his anger, but frankly, you couldn't care less. "I don't know, Banner!" you said in anger, finally turning around to face the guy who's now visibly fighting to stop himself from turning into his un-proud-of form. "I don't know how you felt, just like how you didn't when she left me! None of you do!" you yelled. "I am not responsible for what she did when she left, and how she feels now that she's back. I don't give a flying damn!" "She was miserable without you, can't you see that?!" You weren't sure if it was Bruce or Hulk you're talking to as they are now midway into their transition, hearing now both of their struggling voices as each fights the other in a battle deep inside. "I was miserable too! I was miserable too, and I understand that you are much closer to her than you are with me, but can't you just understand me for a change?!" your voice displayed more pain than anger. "I was here for you all when she left! I comforted you, I helped you all get through her absence. I was the one who dealt with the things that she left even though I, myself am going through a miserable time! Even if I was broken, I helped you all move on because I understood how you felt. Your friend, your family now leaving your life, it was tough. I was falling apart—I fell apart! And you know who picked all my pieces? Who loved me despite of being broken, and incomplete? It was Wanda..." The room fell into a state of silence, only hearing now the groans of Bruce who still continued to battle with his inner Hulk. "In case you all don't realize, I'm taken. I'm taken and I'm finally happy..." you say. "Is it so wrong for me to be happy?" A loud roar you heard from the Hulk that now stood before you. The team

didn't

even finish getting into their battle-ready stance as a familiar red-head you see enter the room. "Hey big guy... the sun's getting real low." And that was your cue to leave, wiping your tears as you rushed pass Nat to get through the door, only to be stopped by your girlfriend who you just bumped into on your way out. She immediately noticed the absence of her gift on you, though she couldn't even care less especially now seeing your crying figure. Not even letting a single second pass by without you in her arms, she immediately pulled you, letting you fall into her warmth as she held you tightly, letting you cry on her chest with her gently stroking your head. "What happened?" she asked in a whisper. "Nothing..." you said, pulling away slightly as you wiped your tears and rubbed your nose. "I just got into a heated fight with the team." You saw the way her brows furrowed, herself immediately falling into a state of protectiveness over you. Already knowing what she had in mind, you held her hand, looking at her with reassuring eyes as a smile you let form on your lips. "Tell you what... why don't we go on a date, eat cheese sandwich and watch a movie after my mission?" you said wrapping your arms loose around her neck as you stared into her hazel brown eyes. "Oh, you're going on a mission alone?" she asked, already sending hints of her wanting to come along just from her tone alone. "She's not alone." a voice said, her figure sneaking up just behind you as you feel a brush of her breath against the back of your neck. You felt chills, even goosebumps from that smooth cold voice. Just knowing how much you missed that was enough to make you feel guilty, but even so, you'd be lying if you said there weren't nights when you wished that voice was the last thing you heard before drifting to sleep. A whisper of "I love you", and a small gentle peck on the lips coming from the former agent as she kept you warm in her arms, before sleeping with your head on her chest. "I was assigned to go with... her." you said, hesitant to call her by her name. "Come on, detka. We're not strangers, don't be shy to call me by my name." she said, pushing herself closer as she leveled her mouth with your ear, yourself frozen in place as you feel a familiar warmth behind you only for your figure to be pulled away by the witch who's hands still settled on your waist. You didn't miss the exchange of sharp and angered glares between the red-head and the brunette, one that was only to be broken by Natasha as she began walking away. "I'll be waiting for you on the quinjet, Y/N." Wanda's piercing gaze followed the russian as her figure disappeared from the corner. Pulling her in gently, you had her face you, your hands gently caressing her face as you looked at her with loving eyes, hers now relieved of that angered one she followed Natasha with. "I'll be okay..." you said. "I promise." As she rested her forehead onto yours, she felt her heart growing heavy with the many coming thoughts of you and Natasha. You're Y/N L/N. An Avenger more than capable of keeping herself alive during a mission. What she worry wasn't of you, not of what pain you'd feel over Natasha's close presence. She worried more of what relief, and happiness you'd feel with your former lover once you find yourself with her on a mission. Her anxiety over some unwanted feelings arising grew as she saw every one of your reaction since the russian's return.

"I love you more than anything..." she whispered, though her words seem to have brought you down memory lane as those very words were the same one as Natasha's just before she left. "I love you 3000..." you replied with a smile wanting to be more original before placing a gentle peck on her lips. She chuckled. Well that was new—she thought as she watched your figure now following the path Natasha once took.

"Don't be late!" You were indeed late. Now being hours later since she had last seen your figure disappear from the corner with a small wave. She doesn't remember when she started, but as she now continued to pace around the very hallway she had last seen you from, her heart she felt began to race as many unwanted thoughts started circling around her mind. Had you perhaps ran away with Natasha? Had you realized that you were still in love with the russian after all this time? Had you left her for good? God, the questions just go on and on. She was clearly anxious. If anyone were to be in her place, she was sure that they'd feel exactly the same. She was there when Natasha left. It was how shattered you were back then that reminded Wanda just of how much you loved the famous Black Widow. She never really heard you say it—that you no longer loved her—no matter how many times she asked, though the way you assured her that she was the only one you love made her forget all about it. But now, with every flicker of light she see you have when you see Natasha, the way you'd be frozen in your stance, or lost in her eyes, it worried her. And as she now walked around the compound, going around in circles, passing by every room, the thoughts of you and Natasha just wouldn't seem to leave her mind. She was too impatient to wait that she'd even consider going out to look for you. "Ouch!" But as that familiar groan she heard, her attention immediately diverted onto the room just from where she stood. "I got you..." Just when she thought you were late, she saw you inside the medical room, kneeling just in front of Natasha who's leg seem to had just been bandaged up. "I got you first." You weren't late, you were busy. You were too busy taking care of your mildly injured ex, that you had forgotten all about your girlfriend. Or that you even had a girlfriend at all. "I actually got you first. I literally saved your ass." you said with a laugh as you gently blew on Natasha's bleeding leg. "Which, your welcome by the way." "Oh shut up. You know what you are?" "The coolest Avenger?" "You're a pain in my ass." With that, you both broke out in laughter. You flipped your hair proudly as you stood up to return the first-aid kit from where you got it, "For someone who's a pain in that gorgeous ass, I'm a pretty sexy pain-in-the-ass." you replied, earning an even louder laugh from the russian who sat in a chair with her leg raised onto the table in front. "Oh are you now?" she said teasingly, her brow raised as a smirk you see form on her lips. "Yes. And you can't deny it." Wanda never missed it. It was there. The spark. She felt it between you, the magic is still there. The magic she wished would never return, it was there. Maybe it never left. She just never saw it because one of you did. "That was honestly..." there was a pause in the middle of your sentence, trying to think of a way to describe such an interesting mission. "Just like budapest all over again." "It was not!" she immediately intervened with a laugh. "You and I remember budapest very differently." "You're just too old to remember." you teased, earning in return was a theatrical gasp the russian let out hinting you of her disbelief over you teasing her age. "Okay, but we were such a badass earlier." from the way you chose to change the subject had you both remembering the time when she used to be your mentor, even being unofficial partners during missions, and just enjoying each other's company. "Remember Thor's brother? When he wanted us to kneel?" the red-head said, remembering Loki, a self introduced king, or god, or whatsonot.

"Kneel!" she imitated, earning her a loud giggle and a few claps from you. "Oh my God, do you remember when you disguised as a part of some senate board, and you pointed the gun at this one important dude..." raising your thumb, index and middle finger, you pointed it all at her imitating a gun as you tried to copy her. "I'm sorry, did I step on you moment?" "I do not sound like that!" "You did not do a good job imitating Loki either!" Wanda watched you, tears starting to fill her eyes as she felt her heart slowly breaking with each passing second that she kept her gaze onto you both. The way all of this reminded her of when you and Natasha had just started dating as she watched you from a far, wishing that it was her who you're sharing a few laughs and giggles with. "Let me tell you what, why don't I go make us some peanut butter sandwhich, and I can show you how Loki really sounds like." "Oh, you will?" she asked. "I thought you were a cheese sandwich type of girl now." You raised your eyebrow in challenge, tilting your head slightly to the side as you gave her a squinted look. "Well, some boyfriend told me that you weren't the peanut-butter type either." Being reminded of Bruce snapped you back to reality. For a moment you felt like nothing had changed, it's as if you had travelled back to the past where all was still well, and happy. Unfortunately for the both of you, you weren't in the past. And neither of you should not be stuck on it. "I guess there are just some things that you can't stop loving." Wanda wasn't sure if you had forgotten—the date you so eagerly invited her to. But she never saw any reluctancy in you. From the way you laughed, to the way you touched Natasha, she never saw any hint of yourself second-guessing your actions. She had never seen you laugh like that, you never joked around like that, you had never smiled that big, nor have you ever had eyes like those, at least not when you were with her. And just that alone made her have an answer to the questions that never stopped circling her mind. You still love her. "On your left." And if only you knew that she was watching that time, you'd wish she stayed long enough to see you come back with a plate full of sandwich, a smile, and a shiny ring. You wish she had stayed long enough to listen to your conversation. "When will you ask, Y/N?" It was Natasha who broke the silence as the only thing that did right before was you setting down the plate in front of her. You looked at her, as you settled down with a sandwhich now at hand. "I was never going to." You already knew what she meant. She had been waiting for you to ask, and it was evident from her looks, her silent pauses, her stolen glances, she wanted you to ask her. "It's you. It's always been you." You could feel her gentle gaze fall upon you as she crossed her legs, leaning slightly forward. "I guess... I just feel you." As her scent of lavender filled your nostrils, one that no longer came familiar, you found yourself searching for someone who's scent was of cherry, with locks of the brightest red, and eyes of the darkest brown. "I can't feel you." you replied, eyes locked on hers as you set down the sandwhich you felt no want of eating anymore. "You know, if it were 3-years-ago-me, I would've screamed at you. I would've gotten angry, I would've yelled at you for leaving me. Slap you even. But as I grow, I slowly understood that if you never left me, I wouldn't have gotten to be with Wanda who had made me the happiest I've ever been." you paused, "You taught me so many things. You became such a significant part of my life that when you left, I thought I'd never be able to survive. I was so used to you that when you came back, I felt so relieved. More relieved than what's appropriate given our past. And because of that, a part of me wondered if I maybe was still in love with you." She listened to you with open ears, eyes still locked on yours as you notice her fiddle with her fingers. "Truth is... I never stopped loving you." you said, a chuckle

following your words as you broke your fixated look on hers and instead, looked at the diamond ring Wanda gave you just before you went on your mission. "When you got injured during our mission, a thought crossed my mind; if Wanda was with us, and she got injured too—" "You'd choose to save her over me...?" "Whatever it takes to save her." you said, seriousness filling your tone. "I still love you Natasha. I still love you, but not in that way anymore. I love you as a friend. As a family. And the happiness I felt to finally have you back was the same as my relief to finally see my friend. But even still, thank you, Natasha. You will always be one of my greatest love." You wish Wanda stayed long enough to watch you leave. You wish she followed you as you walked back to your room, looking at your wedding ring from the day you eloped. The flicker you have in your eyes, one that was much brighter, and more loving than the one you had with Natasha, or the way you'd hide your smile along with the redness of your cheeks whenever you think about her, you wish she saw that. You wish she read your mind to see your thoughts only filled by her, you wish she noticed how you wore her clothes because you loved the smell of her, you wish she listened to you when you said that you loved her, and only her. You wish she stopped focusing on the way you treated Natasha, and focused solely on the the way you treated her; with much love, much care, much everything. Because maybe then, she wouldn't have left you. She wouldn't have left you in an empty room, with a good-bye letter. You wish she stayed long enough, to hear your cries, and yourself slowly breaking down as you held her letter close to your chest. Because maybe then, she wouldn't have been able to resist, and pull you in her arms once again. You wish she knew how much you love her. But she didn't, and it was too late. She didn't stay. And once again, you were left broken by the one who you loved the most.

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Desperate

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Prompt: "Why her?" (Prompt List 3)

A/N: This hasn't been edited yet, but there will hopefully be a part 2 to this.

"If you would just...!"

The cold passing wind reminded you of just how perfect the night is. As half of the world fell into it's daily time of darkness, there was the moon that shone bright, and numerous stars that twinkled in the black nothingness of the sky.

"Let you go?"

You were wearing a black silk dress, one that not only complimented your eyes, but also matched the simple art work displayed by the sky. A black canvas filled with bright dots of light.

"I have to go on a mission."

You expected to have a nice dinner just outside the compound. In the large open space in front of the giant building, with candles, and music. You had it prepared even. A candle-lit table, rose petals scattered all around, and of course, food. Tony paid for everything, with Sam and Steve preparing your bedroom, Wanda and Vision in charge of the meals, Thor and Bruce on service, and Clint on decoration. Everyone had really taken it upon themselves to just make this night perfect for you. And you expected just that—a perfect night.

"With Sharon?"

But as the candles melted away, the petals blown off by the cold breeze, the meals have gotten cold, and so had he. You've realized that maybe tonight won't be so perfect afterall.

"Yes."

Not when he won't be here.

"Why her? Why not me?"

An immense pain you felt in your chest when you heard those very words come out of your mouth. Those words in a tone that made you seem like you were pleading... begging. And that made you question yourself—am I really pleading? Am I really begging?

"Because I need her."

Maybe you were. Maybe you were pleading. Because when you pictured yourself kneeling in front of him, practically begging for him to stay, you never shook the thought off as something impossible. Rather, you knew that if you needed to, you would do just that.

"Don't you need me?"

Desperate—a small part of you described. But when the space beside you on your shared bed has been left empty for months, wouldn't you be like that? When you catch your own boyfriend sneaking off with a girl he told you not to worry about, when you see him exchanging glances, or exchanging giggles with another woman, or when he starts doing the things he used to do to you onto someone else, wouldn't you be desperate too?

"No."

He didn't have to tell you the truth. He could've told you a lie, and you would've turned a blind eye just so that you could continue making yourself believe that he still loves you. That was exactly how desperate you were.

"Okay then..."

No one can shame you, not even yourself, not of being desperate. Because when your own man leaves you on your very anniversary to be with another woman, you'd have no choice but to be just that. Desperate.

#marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel imagines #marvel oneshot #marvel imagine #mcu #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers imagines #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader

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Prompt List 3

Angst

"Why her?"

"Can't you choose me for once?"

"Why are you doing this to me?!"

"I wish I never met you"

"Can't you pretend you love me? Just for tonight"

"Give me one more reason to stay"

"This is the last time..."

"You're free. I'm letting you go"

"You're so selfish!"

"Is it so wrong for me to be happy?!"

Fluff

"Just say it, and I'm yours"

"You're special"

"I need you... just for one night"

"Are you wearing my clothes?"

"Let me kiss you"

"I'm not leaving. Not without you"

"You're my love"

"I like you"

#prompt #prompt list #writing prompt #writer #writing

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How Natasha Would Fuck You In Every Era

Marvel Headcanons

A/N: HELP MY FRIEND ASKED ME HOW I THOUGHT EVERY ERA OF NAT WOULD FUCK ME AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE AN HC ABOUT IT BECAUSE I CANT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD

• Iron Man Era

— Soft mommy vibes

— "Do you like it here, baby?"

— Praises you

— Says sweet stuff as she pounds her fingers into you

— "Go on, cum for me, darling..."

— Might ride you

— Would definitely ride your thigh

• Avengers Era

— Slight daddy vibes

— You both would probably just be fuck buddies

— You'd most likely be blindfolded, tied up on the bed, legs spread wide as she leaves traces of her feather like touch

— She won't be much of a talker, only opening her mouth to whisper you small praises

— "Good girl."

— "Cum."

— Even though your tied up and all of those, she'd still be gentle, literally. From the way she touches you, to the way she pumps her fingers inside of you, she'd make sure that not a part of you gets hurt

— Has the greatest aftercare

— "You did so good."

— She can be vanilla from time to time, just pleasuring you, giving you soft and gentle touches

— She'd be such an insane giver

— Just sex, no feelings

• Winter Soldier Era

— Loves teasing you like big time

— Semi-public sex

— Would tease you in public

— She'd have you wear those vibrating panties, or just stick toys in your holes before you go out in public

— "Look how wet you are for me."

— She'd edge you enough to have you be begging for her to let you cum

• Age of Ultron Era

— Intimate but mind-blowing sex

— Dominant mommy vibes

— Would ride your face

— "You look so good with my fingers inside you"

— More dirty praises

• Civil War & Infinity War Era

— She'd be busy, but she'd still fuck you

— Would literally fuck you anywhere and everywhere

— Will fuck you while she does mission reports

— Hard dominant mommy vibes

— Would wrap her hand around your neck as she pounds her faux cock into you

— Degredation + Praises

— "Such a slut for me, aren't you?"

— "Yeah, that's my good girl."

— Would fuck you so hard you might just not be able to walk the next day

— Punishment

— Spanking

— Wouldn't even dare go easy on you

• End-game Era

— She won't fuck you, she'd make love

— Praises you as she pleasures you

— "You're doing so good for me baby"

— She'd be so soft on you

— Leaves small marks

— You'd probably be having sex often

— She'd wake you up by eating your pussy after a night of making love and brings you breakfast in bed right after

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I Just Feel You

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Female Reader

Prompt: "You smell like me" (Prompt List 1), "I just feel you" & "I can't feel you" (Prompt List 2)

Request: "You smell like me." with Carol plz :)

A/N: I don't think that this is what anon wanted (,,•﹏•,,) Also I am on a writer's block. I can't think of what to write so please send some requests

"Why, hey there gorgeous..."

Your lips didn't cease to form a smile, hearing the blonde's voice from behind. She's finally back—you thought, your cheek already growing red from the thought of just how exactly you two are going to spend the night after a few days of being apart.

Eager to see her, you tried to turn around and face her but as she caged you in the warmth of her arms, her body pressing gently against your back as she buried her face on your neck, you stand defeated, unable to move as she had you firmly trapped in her tight hug.

"I missed you so much, babe."

Her words travelled to you as some sort of butterflies, feeling your stomach forming knots, your heart beating faster and faster with each passing second you stayed in her arms. God, how you missed her. You missed her hugs, her sweet remarks, her everything.

Your smile grew bigger when for a moment, your gaze fell upon the empty bed in front of you. You won't be sleeping alone tonight, the empty space beside yours you still can't seem to get used to not feeling your girlfriend on, won't be empty anymore. She's back.

"You smell like me."

She whispered, tracing soft kisses from your neck onto your ear which part she later on nibbled, pulling a string of loud giggles from your lips with you feeling ticklish from her small bites.

Your loud giggles sounded like music to her ears, encouraging her even more to continue, only now using her hands to tickle your waist too, pulling out more laughter from the both of you.

Closing your eyes, you caught both of her hands, raising them up to stop yourself from getting tickled as you tried to catch your breath.

"Feel my heart."

You say, still panting from your little tickle session as you gently placed her hand on your chest where she immediately felt your raising heart. She looked at you with loving eyes, her other hand breaking from your grasp as she pulled you closer by your waist, never breaking eye contact as she placed a gentle peck on your lips.

"Is this because of me?"

She said, her face displaying a smug look as she kept her hand on your chest, and the other on your back, keeping you close to her.

"No."

You teased, pulling her into a kiss as you entangled one of your hands in her blonde hair, the other travelling down her body, eventually settling on her chest where you felt her heart beating much faster than yours, a smile she felt on your lips between your kisses.

"What?"

She asked, pulling away to look at your smile that immediately struck more butterflies in the avenger's stomach.

Resting your forehead onto hers, you closed your eyes, your hand still on her chest, "I just feel you..." you whispered.

Carol couldn't help but chuckle, remembering that very moment of when she got home from her mission. How long has it been then again? Perhaps, 2 years? It was the same day she proposed, and a year later, you got married.

She remembered your vows clearly. The promises she's made, and the one promise you did. A bitter chuckle escaped from her lips remembering your exact words.

"I promise to protect you, no matter what, no matter when, no matter where. I'll be like your human shield."

That promise is the exact reason you're here. Fighting side by side with your wife in another mission. Another one of many just after she promised that she's never taking one ever again.

"Danvers, incoming!"

It wasn't bad—fighting next to you. She loved seeing the avenger who grew under Agent Romanoff, and Captain Rogers' care fight. What she hated is that you're both here, when you could be cuddling while watching tv, or baking, anything, just anything. But instead, she's here, breaking yet another one of her many promises with her wife who's only promise was to protect her.

"Why, hey there gorgeous..."

She cooed, seeing you standing in the middle of the destruction you both added onto just by trying to stop it. The fallen buildings, the broken cars, and the loud silence that indicated the battle's end.

"I missed you so much, babe."

She said, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulled herself closer to you, feeling the warmth she haven't felt in weeks. With all the missions she went on, all where you came along, and fought with her side by side, just getting a mere hug from each other seems so impossible.

"You smell like me..."

And yet again, her words travelled to you as some sort of butterflies, feeling your stomach forming knots made you smile. After all these years, the butterflies are still there, the spark, the magic, it never died.

"Feel my heart."

You said, her hand immediately finding it's home on your chest. A smile you saw came painted across her face, feeling your racing heartbeat as her other arm moved to pull your waist.

You held her hand firmly on your chest. As your eyes came filling with tears, you saw a moment of realization in Carol's when a sting you felt on a part of your back. She looked at her arm, one that was once holding you, brows furrowing as she saw it dripping with blood—not of hers, but of yours.

A part of you always told the other that if this were your last heartbeat, you'd want her to feel it. And as certainty filled your senses, yourself starting to drift away, you smiled of happiness, it was her who'd be feeling your last heartbeat. And the thought alone made you happy.

"Is this because of me?"

The Avenger asked, face relieved of her usually smug look, and instead was replaced with one filled with sadness, filled with guilt.

As you feel yourself weakening, you wrapped your arms around her neck for support, your fingers removing the strands of hair that covered her face, and gently tucking them behind her ear.

"No."

You said, staring deep into her eyes. You pulled yourself closer to her, your head resting over your arm that hugged her neck, wanting to feel her warmth for the last time. And Carol, with tears filling her eyes, and her heart breaking of pain, stood frozen, seeing still your continuously dripping blood.

A loud continuous echo she heard inside her head, one that was of herself, blaming her for what happened. Maybe if she hadn't brough you along... no. If she had only kept her promise, if she hadn't spent her time, your marriage, as an Avenger instead of your wife, then maybe this wouldn't have happened.

"What?"

You whispered, clearly struggling to let your words out as the silence that took over irritated you ever so slightly, wanting to hear your wife once more, even for the last time.

"I can't feel you..."

But sadly, you didn't hear her. Not once more, as just before she said it, the final breath of air you let out, and the last heartbeat your wife felt from you... you've drifted away. Your body only now a ghost of where your soul once laid on.

There was no room for denial, there was no room for begging, not for Carol as she held your cold, lifeless figure in her arms, letting out one last scream of agony, you were gone. You were gone, and it was her fault.

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I hope you don’t mind me asking but would you ever do a part 2 for without you? I loved the first one!

I actually am thinking about it making a second part, which I probably will start making soon. I'm so glad you liked the first one ๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑

#anon

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Out of curiosity, are you (or have you ever been) in love? YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER IF YOU DONT WANT. Im sorry if it may seem invasive.

Don't worry, love! It didn't seem invasive at all. I haven't really openly talked about it, but yes. I have been in love. I am in love. I have never been in love. I have never liked someone, nor had a mere crush on anyone. It's my first time. And for someone's first, boy did I fell hard. Aaaaa, I feel so cheesy talking about it ๑>ᴗ<๑

#anon

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ok i know this is like horrible but im in a really bad place rn (mentally and emotionally) and ig i just want to tell that to someone, get it off my chest yk? i cant really dm you bc im too shy and yk ig i wanna be anonymous. i really love your writing btw! makes me feel better even tho most of them are heartbreaking 😩

Hey... I just want to say that I am here for you, okay? You don't have to be shy, or scared with me. Though, I understand that it's not really something you can't control. Nonetheless, I want you to know that I am here for you okay, love? If you ever need someone to talk to, please do not hesitate to dm me. I'm here 24/7. You're not alone. And I'm sorry because I can't do anything to help... but do know that better days are coming. I promise you, things would slowly start getting better soon. Just stay strong, love. And keep fighting. I'm sending lots of hugs and kisses your way, okay? Ily <33

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Without You

Part 1 | Part 2 (With You Gone)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Prompt: "I love you more than anything" (Prompt List 2)

Summary: After you broke up with your girlfriend, you found out she's leaving the compound for good, living her promise to you with someone else.

A/N: Okay, I'm broken-hearted myself so I wrote this.

Bonus: This falls somewhere after Avengers: Age of Ultron + Thor: Ragnarok and before Avengers: Infinity War.

"Hey, Y/N?" you heard a voice you knew came from a familiar brunette who stood just outside your door. There was a small moment of conflict between you and yourself; wanting to stand up and greet her, but at the same time, not wanting to move even a single muscle.

"Yeah?" you said, words muffled from your face being burried into your pillow.

Even from just standing outside your door, Wanda could already picture you in your bed. Laying in your stomach, with your whole face buried in your pillow.

Pushing your door open, she saw just that—you in your bed, face in your pillow, a thick blanket on top of you, and numerous tissue papers surrounding you.

Wanda knows you better than anyone else. You were her bestfriend afterall. She knows exactly what you feel, or what you were thinking even without you telling her. And she knew that what she'd be saying next might just make everything worse.

"I know it's you, Wanda. What is it?" you asked, raising your head from the pillow slightly to at least have your words come comprehensible instead of muffled.

Wanda had a moment of conflict inside her, an inner battle foresay—similar to the one you've had just moments before she entered. She didn't want to tell you knowing that it would break you, but at the same time, she didn't want to with-hold it from you.

Slightly irritated from the long momentary silence, you rolled over to your side, raising your head to look at her figure that's now standing just by the edge of your bed. "Wanda, come on. I'm sulking here." you joked, blowing your nose on the last tissue paper from another one of your empty tissue boxes. "You could join me, or we can both watch tele—"

"Natasha and Bruce are leaving the compound." she uttered, the room returning to a state of silence as you found yourself stunned from her words.

Your brows furrowed a bit, "What?" you asked, mind seeming frozen as her words seemed to not be able to sink in.

"They said they're moving in somewhere else. Somewhere where they can be alone. She said, they wanted to just disappear together and—"

"Say that again?" You heard her. You heard everything she said, her words now echoing loudly in your ear as you feel your chest tightening in pain. "She wanted to disappear with him..." you repeated. Followed your words was a bitter chuckle as it triggered a cherished memory you once had with the former agent.

A memory you significantly remember took place in this very room; her hand in yours, and her eyes... her green emerald eyes staring deeply into yours. "We'll disappear... you and I together." you remember her say, her words, much like her promises, coming engraved in your heart.

She saw the way her words slowly sunk in. Wanda didn't waste a second, pulling you in for a hug as her figure now sat beside you. She didn't even have to read your mind, or use whatever powers she had, she just felt you. She felt your pain, she felt your surrow.

You cried in her arms, your body being gently held on to by her. Your thoughts came clouded with memories of Natasha. The promises she's made, the words she've said, all echoing in your head, as you now started imagining a life without her.

When you broke up with her, you thought that the only thing you wanted then was for her to leave the compound, and your life as well for that matter. But as every day passed, every second leading you to this very moment, you started wondering, how would a life without Natasha Romanoff be? Difficult you would imagine. How difficult it must be to not see her everyday, to not hear her concerned remarks everytime you come back from a mission, to not be given her favorite peanut butter sandwich everytime she makes it, to not receive her praises everytime you do well in training. How difficult it must be to not have her.

You were just beginning to get used to her not being your girlfriend, to her sweet gestures that she does only as a friend, you were just getting used to her no longer being the person she once were in your life. And you even praised yourself, seeing just as how well you were doing with moving on. She treated you exactly just as how she treated you before you even started dating; a friend. And with no awkwardness, nor tension between you two, it was easy. It was easy right before she and Banner started dating. And from then, everything changed. She no longer treated you like a friend, rather, a stranger. There had been less and less of her from your sight as each day passed, there had no longer been those concerned remarks every time you came back from a mission, the peanut butter sandwhich you both so loved, well—she stopped making them. And the Natasha Romanoff you once were a friend of, a lover—the one you loved, cared for... she was gone.

And by then you knew just how incapable you are without her. But still, what mattered to you is that she's still here. She's still an Avenger. She still stays in the room beside you. And you thought—maybe it's not so bad... I just have to get used to it. It can be worse.

Maybe if you never said there could be anything worse than that, the worst won't really come. But you did, it did, and now you're here. Broken-hearted once again.

"Maybe you should say goodbye?" you heard Wanda's whisper, breaking you out of your thoughts as she stroked your head gently.

You closed your eyes, just feeling the Sokovian's warmth, and gentle touch. You pictured yourself being wrapped in the arms of your beloved. Hoping that you could atleast pretend that you're being held onto by the one person who means most to you. But when that strong cherry scent filled your senses, an unfamiliar pattern you felt being traced in your arm, and the warmth you knew differed from the one you were so used to, you knew, you just can't. There was nothing you could do to return to the lady who's scent was of sweet lavender, with warmth she's now giving to the infamous Hulk.

Maybe Wanda's right, maybe you should say goodbye.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

If you did say goodbye, would that help you? Would that give you closure, would that help you move on? There were so many questions, but you guess you'll never know. Afterall, you're saying goodbye to the wrong person.

"Can you make peanut butter sandwich for Natasha? She loves that, Bruce..." you said, tears streaming down your face as you plastered a forced smile. "She always wears lavender scented perfumes, so buy her lots of those because she always rans out..."

You could feel yourself breaking down, your knees weakening as a brush of a cold breeze you feel come from the open window just inside Natasha and Bruce's shared bedroom.

"Why are you telling me these, Y/N?" he asked, voice sounding more annoyed than curious. "Look, we both don't like peanut butter sandwiches, and I get allergies from strong perfume so she stopped using those."

A bitter chuckled escaped from your lips, looking away to avoid his glare, you looked at your fingers that continued to fiddle with the golden charm bracelet you remember Natasha giving you on your first anniversary.

"She used to love those when we were together..." your words struggled from the lump in your throat you feel limiting you from breathing as well.

"When you were together. That's the thing, Y/N. You're not together anymore. We are."

His words echoed in your ear, hitting you like some truck. It went on repeatedly. As you walk slowly down the hallway, it just continued, echoing in your head over and over again like a broken record.

"Can't you just say goodbye properly?"

Even now that you're back to your room, now in the presence of Steve, and still in the arms of Wanda, Bruce's words still echoed repeatedly in your head.

"I know you don't want them to leave, but it's their decision. You know their lives, they never had anyone—"

"They had us!" you yelled, silencing the continuous echo you heard in your head. "They had us, Steve. We were their family, they can't just leave their family..."

Steve would lie if he said he wasn't taken aback by your reaction. He looked at your now standing figure, your tembling hands, and your falling tears. He wanted to understand you, but frankly he can't. He doesn't. Not when you don't tell him. And as much as he wants to help, as much as it hurts him to see you like that, he can't do anything.

"Tony has Pepper. I had Peggy. Thor has Jane. Clint has Laura. Bruce and Nat never had anyone. A significant other, a soulmate... can't you just be happy that they've found each other?" the Captain's words just gave you an additional sting in your heart. It's almost offensive—what he said, forgetting you. Forgetting that once you and Natasha found each other too. You've found your soulmate.

"She had me..." you breathed, your voice coming almost unheardable from the huge lump in your throat that limited you from speaking.

"Y/N... do you still love Nat?"

Steve's words replacing Bruce's were now what echoed in you head, repeatedly, and continuously. You wanted to answer, because even you wondered. Only God knows how many times you've asked yourself that. Do I still love Nat?—you'd often question yourself.

You never answered yourself, partly because even you didn't know the answer. But mainly... because you promised that once you do know, it wouldn't be you who'd hear it first.

"I still love you!"

And as the freezing cold wind hit your exposed skin, arms you wished held you tight, and warmth you hoped to feel. Your loud voice echoed around the big empty space where you stood, one where the quinjet was parked, and your beloved was left stunned, seeing you from a distance with the ends of your hair playing around the wind.

Natasha didn't hesitate, immediately running towards you as you tried to walk closer to break your distance sooner. Not even Bruce's loud call from the quinjet stopped Nat from finding her way towards you.

"Please don't leave me..." you cried, falling limp as soon as you felt her arms wrap around you. "Don't go..."

You could feel her silent cries as you burried your head on her shoulder, her hand stroking your hair as she lets out sweet nothings into your ear.

To feel you in her arms once again, God how long had she dreamed of this. To say she wasn't stalling, or waiting for you to stop her from leaving would be one of her biggest lies.

"Nat!"

Not even Bruce could ruin this moment. She's just too happy to feel you again that she doesn't care about whatever consequence this has. The long time she's forced herself to resist you, she'd thought you've turned your back on her. And just as she is about to do it to you, you come here... stopping her.

"Don't leave me, Natasha, please..." you pleaded, your eyes not even able to cry a single tear as you pulled yourself away just to stare into her eyes.

You could see the way every tear fell from her eyes. The way her lips trembled, and her nose grew redder. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, resting her forehead onto yours as she caressed your face gently in her hands. "I need you to know that I... love you more than anything."

Natasha was a lot of things, as the long time she has resisted pulling you back in her arms, stopping herself from treating the bruises you got from every mission you come back from, holding herself back from praising you, restraining herself from even seeing you, or doing the things that would remind you of her—she was pretentious. Pretending she doesn't care about you when in reality, the sole thought of her not being able to call you hers breaks her. But never once had she lied about her feelings for you. Especially not to you.

"But not anymore..." you said, continuing on her sentence as a you feel your heart slowly breaking from the pain of not ever getting to call her yours again.

"No..." that word would've given you hope, but you were too far stuck in that state of hopelessness, you no longer found yourself able to grasp any form of hope. Not when the reason you're stuck in the first place is inside that very quinjet, waiting for Natasha to return to him. "I love you. I still love you. More than anything in the world, my little dove. But I promised someone of that very love... and I have to keep my promise."

"What about the promises you've made me?"

You wanted to hear her answer. But you just found yourself asking that to the thick nothingness. Lost in the ghost of where she once were.

"What about me...?"

You'd never know. She was already gone.

And if only you knew that that was the last time you'd feel her warmth, or have her arms wrapped around you, if only you knew that was the last time you'd ever get to stare into her emerald eyes, you would've stalled. You would've begged for her to stay longer. You would've held her tighter, you would've asked her for 5 more minutes, and another 10, and probably another day, and more after that, until you get to spend eternity together, just in each other's arms.

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