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[lanawinterscigarettes]

Hi there ! Can I request Natasha Romanoff x reader smut? I thought maybe Natasha x virgin!reader first time OR it can just be Nat’s and reader’s first time. (Please make it super soft🥺🥺)

Okay but anon that idea is literally so cute wtf 😖💗 this is shorter than I intended it to be but I hope you enjoy it regardless 

Sidenote: mалыш means baby in Russian (to the best of my knowledge) 

Taking It Slow (Natasha Romanoff x reader)

Warnings: SMUT, afab reader, reader is a virgin, oral sex (reader receiving), mention of a safeword (although it's never used), soft top Natasha, bottom reader 

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" 

Natasha's brow was furrowed with concern as she leaned over you on the bed, gently brushing your hair from your face. 

"Yeah, I'm sure." You looked up into her loving eyes, knowing she would take care of you. "Just...take it slow, okay?" 

"Of course, mалыш." She pressed a soft and loving kiss to your lips before working her way down the rest of your body. Your jawline, neck, collarbone, none of it went untouched. She kept going until she got down to your thighs, where she settled herself between them. 

"If at anytime you want me to stop, just let me know, okay? Do you remember our safeword?" 

You nodded your head yes, to which Natasha clicked her tongue at you. "Honey, I need verbal confirmation if you want this to happen." 

"Yeah, I remember it," you said, anticipation building. 

"Good. Use it whenever you want to stop, okay? I don't want your first experience to be an uncomfortable one." 

"Okay, I will." 

Satisfied with your response, she began leaving kisses on the inside of your thigh. Occasionally you felt her nip at your skin, a sign that she was gently marking you up, leaving hickeys wherever her mouth would go. 

You sighed contentedly before letting out a series of soft moans as she moved her mouth from your thighs to your glistening pussy. She pressed gentle kisses on the sensitive area, and you could feel her smirk against your skin when you let out a sudden gasp at her lips moving up to your clit. 

She was toying with you, and you knew it; but you loved it regardless. 

You felt as she pressed feather light kisses to your clit, giving you just enough friction to feel it but not nearly enough to be able to properly get you off. 

As much as you wanted to grind up against her face, you knew you had to remain patient if you wanted to be able to truly enjoy this. You had waited this long, surely you could wait a little bit longer. Still, Natasha no longer teasing you and just getting on with it would certainly be nice.

"Nat, please." You whined, your hand going to rest on her head lightly. 

"Oh, sweetheart." She peered up at you from between your legs, a visible smirk on her face. "I suppose I have been teasing you a little too much, huh? Let me fix that." 

Before you could ask her what she meant by that, you felt her move her tongue along your already wet folds, eliciting a moan from you so loud your neighbors could definitely hear it.

At least she wasn't teasing you anymore, but that still meant you had a long night ahead of you. 

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– SET ME FREE.

summary | the world taunts you with love in the form of a beautiful witch you could never have.

(wanda maximoff x reader)

notes | this is a 25 sentence challenge for @runawayswrite. i did all the prompts so i win - sugar packet, elevator and a reflection :)

tags | unrequited love...

word count | 400.

You’d always loved Wanda.

She was your best friend, both of you being the youngest in the Avengers.

Falling for her was inevitable. Late nights spent baking until the sun rose; empty sugar packets tossed carelessly across the counters, tiny grains stuck beneath your fingertips, and yet nothing else mattered with her by your side.

But your love was seemingly unrequited. She fell for Vision—the robot born from the mind stone, the same stone that connected Wanda to her powers.

You never stood a chance.

Now, she was known as The Scarlet Witch. Life had decided to finally bless the woman with a loving husband and twin boys, only to rip them out of her grasp. You weren't there to witness her world collapse.

A small house, shrouded by trees, with sunflowers aligning the porch, under a large glass window open to the world. It was yours - the one thing you've ever owned. 

She’s on your doorstep.

You haven’t seen her in her years - not since everything that happened, not since the wedding.

She looks different - no longer dressed head to toe in black, dark makeup contrasting her bright eyes (a nod to her teenage rebellious years) - but in casual blue jeans and a red blouse, as she admires the flowers.

“I need your help.” The words flew from her mouth because if she didn't say them now, she’d never be able to.

“You wouldn't think they'd grow with all those trees clouding the sun most of the time, but they seem to be doing just fine.” She speaks casually as if nothing happened between you two; as if the elevator ride after the wedding reception, where she kissed you tenderly against the door, admitting to her failure to see how madly in love she is with you until it was too late.

A reflection in the window catches your eye. Two children move from behind a bush, nervousness latches to their form as they make their way towards the porch, holding tightly onto each other. Wanda notices your distracted gaze and turns around, ushering them over with her hand.

“My boys - Tommy and Billy.” She introduces the timid children, placing her hands around their tiny shoulders, watching patiently as you take the family in with a sharp gasp.

You will always love Wanda.

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[romanoffsbish]

Just a little crush

Absolutely did me in tonight.

Cannot thank you enough! ❤️

Of course, it was my pleasure to write. 😏❤️

(I’m actually so shocked at its reach so far, thank you for reading, and to everyone else who’s enjoyed it too 🥹)

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Yeah reblogs and comments are perfectly fine for me on tumblr!! Please just don't repost or translate my story anywhere :)

[wndaswife]

Hello!

I recently found your writing and I am absolutely loving the depth you explore, especially the Wanda happy smuts.

Reading these are the perfect break from the drudgery of daily life.

Thank you.

thank you so much :")) im so glad people like how long my fics can sometimes get lmfaooo

writing them is a perfect break from me too!! <333 im happy you like them :>

[the-doomed-witch]

Hi, I really enjoy your writing and ask if I may be put on your tag list? I respect that it takes effort and is your IP, are you okay with reblogs here on Tumbler?

of course! i’m happy you like my work enough to be added to my taglist! <33 (and i very much appreciate reblogs here on tumblr :))

[ofhowls]

The establishment is close to empty ; most people’s lunch hours now being over and done with, leaving the boy alone in a previously crowded grill with one last customer. They’re understaffed today, though they always appeared to be, a fact that forces Nate out on the floor to pick up dishes and napkins left behind. He doesn’t bother her, mostly because – why would he? The boy wouldn’t want to be bothered during his own lunch, let alone by a complete stranger. So he leaves her be, focusing entirely on going back and forth between tables and the kitchen. It is not until he’s at his second to last table that this changes. The door, leading to the kitchen where his actual workspace awaited, swung open : going back and forth violently until eventually slowing down and stopping completely. He throws a glance the blonde’s way, who inevitably noticed the odd happenings just as he did. “ Don’t worry about it. ” He begins, approaching with plates in hand. “ Wouldn’t be Sheffield without Casper the not-so-friendly ghost stopping by, would it. ” / @truthindreams

[katethewriter]

Wish We Could Be Like That

*Series Master List*

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Wish We Could Be Like That

Summary: Your relationship with Natasha and Wanda is a secret, but does it have to be?

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

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A Perfect Night for Stargazing

Summary: After two weeks alone in the compound, Natasha and Wanda have something important to ask you.  (Set before the events of Wish We Could Be Like That.)

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Just Come Home

Summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Set immediately following the events of Wish We Could Be Like That.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

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Learning Curve

Summary: After revealing their secret and finally reuniting, you and your girlfriends go through an adjustment period.

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Like I Do

Summary: “Will you marry me?”

Part One

Part Two

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Not That Girl

Summary: The only thing sadder than unrequited love is the unspoken. For with unrequited love, at least one is able to live blissfully unaware. While with unspoken love, all suffer so needlessly. (Set before the events of A Perfect Night for Stargazing.)

Natasha

Wanda

Y/n

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[tati3001]

What I want

Summary: Wanda moves into a new house attempting to fix her marriage with Vision. Little did she know that the house came with more than just the walls.

Words: 605

A/n: Maybe be the last chapter. Who knows

Previous

Okay, maybe she has exaggerated a little bit. She threw herself at Wanda just like that with no notice beforehand, it was obvious that she was gonna react that way. Or was it? Nobody reacted that way before, they usually smiled and continued on. 

But no Wanda.

Wanda was different.

It had been a few days after the incident and wanda seem to run away from y/n every chance she got. She didn’t want to be in the room alone with her, and she wouldn’t trust herself too. 

Y/n had showed her that just like her, she was interested in her. Romantically interested in her. And wanda wanted to do something about it.  But how could she? She had promised vision they would try again. She had made another promise that she couldn’t break.

Well, of course vision was never home and wanda had fallen head over heels for their maid, but it wasn’t her fault was it? She wanted to fix their marriage but he was never home. 

Technically, it was vision’s fault because he was never there. But at the same time she promised him that she was gonna be loyal to him. She broke that promise once and it almost destroyed her life. What could she do now, that Vision was all she had?.

“Y/n, I’m going out” she didn’t gave y/n time to ask where she was going, and as soon as she finished the sentence she closed the door behind her and left. It had been a while since she went out because she wanted to, and not because she had to.

Of course, she didn’t always have to. Because she had a maid, and y/n did everything for her. But there were just things that not even Y/n could do for her. 

So she left the house and went for a walk around town. She shopped because she wanted to enjoy her time until she reached the park. She spends some time there, thinking and rethinking her life, and how unfair everything was to her. She had cheated and promised that she was going to try everything in her power to fix her marriage.

But Vision definitely didn't want to go back to her. So why was she staying with him when he had shown her time and time again that he was not gonna be there for her. Sure, he was at the beginning, but now? Now she didn't want to be with him anymore.

Their time was good, but it passed. So she wasn't gonna sacrifice any more of her time with him. She was gonna do what she wanted, with who she wanted, and she was tired of letting Vision dictate her life.

And with her new mindset, she sprints home and to the person, she wants right now. She made it home and ran to the kitchen, where Y/n was cleaning the counter. She grabbed her waist and turned her around.

Y/n grabbed the counter, not expecting anyone to hold her like that. "What are you doing?" She asked impressed. "What I want to" She mentioned. "I am tired of waiting for Vision to get his act straight so I can fix this marriage. He clearly doesn't want to, and I don't think I want to anymore". "You don't think?".

"This morning I thought I would. But after my walk, I realized that I didn't. Not anymore. Vision is my past and even tho I'm glad for him and everything he did for me I don't want to be with him anymore". "So what do you want now?".

"Now? I just want to kiss you"

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

Hi! Would I be able to request a fic for coming out to Yelena Belova (MCU. Sorry for spelling on last name) as Aroace, please?

oh absolutely! I know there's some discourse about whether Yelena herself is "technically" aroace or not but I personally believe she is, so this fic (and everything I write with her) will reflect that. I'm not aroace so if there's anything inaccurate please let me know and I'll make sure to change it. hope you like it! <3

A Lot More Similar (platonic! Yelena Belova x reader)

Warnings: Yelena calls the reader "dude" but it's meant in a casual gender neutral way, very brief and mild swearing, Yelena and the reader drink beer in this

"Hey, Yelena, can I talk to you about something?" You asked somewhat nervously, giving her a glance.

You were both sitting on the couch watching trashy reality TV and making fun of the people on it when you were suddenly hit with the urge to come out to her. You figured that now was as good of a time as ever, and that you were as ready as you'd ever be.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?" She asked casually, not having noticed how nervous you were.

You took a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts before continuing. "I- I think I'm aroace. Actually, no, that's wrong. I am aroace." You tried to be confident when you spoke, even though you were terrified to hear her reaction.

Much to your surprise, she just shrugged and said, "Okay."

"Really?" You asked in confusion.

Yelena snorted in laughter before responding. "No, I hate you. Get out of my house." She said sarcastically while pointing towards the door.

You had to laugh, realizing just how ridiculous it was for anyone to not be accepted just for being themself. "Wait, but seriously, though. You're really okay with it?"

"Yeah, dude, of course." She took a swig of her beer before leaning back on the sofa again. "Why would I have a problem with it? Hell, I'm aroace."

"You are?" It was difficult to hide the surprise in your voice, causing Yelena to laugh again.

"Of course I am. I mean, it's not something I like to make a big deal of, but I don't exactly plan on really hiding it, either."

You nodded your head as you started to understand where Yelena was coming from. "Yeah, that makes sense. I guess we're a lot more similar than I thought."

She made a sound of agreement. "Yup, we're both aroace, we both like pizza and beer, and we both hate crappy reality shows."

Laughing, you held up your beer bottle. "I'll drink to that."

Yelena smiled, lifting up her own drink. "Cheers."

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Wake Up Call (Natasha Romanoff x reader)

Kinkmas Day 5: finger fucking + morning/sleepy sex

A/N: day five y'all, we're nearly halfway there

Warnings: SMUT, gender neutral reader, top reader (kind of), slight somnophilia (all consensual and discussed beforehand), this is actually really fluffy and cute

Mornings where you'd get Natasha all to yourself were often rare due to her job, which is why when you did you always made sure to make the most of it.

Take today, for example. Suprisingly, you woke up earlier than her, but you figured if there was any chance she could catch up on her sleep she was going to take it.

She looked positively gorgeous. Her hair was layed out on the pillow beneath her, and her fingers grasped at the blanket she was under due to how cold it was.

Just then, you got a marvelous idea on how to keep her warm and wake her up.

Your hands slipped under the blankets, lingering for a moment at her waist before trailing down to the front of her pajama bottoms. You'd gotten them for her a couple months ago when it started to get cold, and she loved them so much she wore them almost every night.

Pawing at her pants, you tried your best to pull them down without waking her up right away. You got them about halfway down her thighs when you gave up and decided to just work with what you've got.

You played with the edge of her panties, gently brushing your fingers against her lower torso. She shifted slightly in her sleep, which was your cue to keep going, knowing she'd be up soon.

You put one of your hands down into her underwear while the other stayed on her stomach, swiping two of your fingers between her semi wet folds before slowly easing them in.

Natasha shivered in her sleep and moved closer to you, although whether it was from the cold or your actions was hard to tell. You used your free hand to brush some of her hair out of her face, taking in her soft and beautiful features while your fingers moved steadily inside of her.

You decided to pick up the pace a bit, adding a third finger as well. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment before they slowly opened up, her emerald green eyes sleepily staring up at you.

"Morning, sunshine," you greeted her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"What's going on? What's- mmh." Her questioning was cut short from the pressure you'd begun adding to her clit with your thumb.

"Having fun yet?" You teased, watching as she began to wake up properly.

"Oh yeah, definitely," she affirmed, nuzzling up into you as she gently rocked against your hand.

You whispered sweet nothings in her ear, building up her orgasm until finally she came with a short and breathy moan.

"You should wake me up like this everyday," she said with a dazed smile before burying her face into your chest yet again.

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Mayorally Duties (Regina Mills x reader)

Kinkmas Day 1: strap-on + office sex

A/N: day one of kinkmas! Hope y'all enjoy

Warnings: SMUT, gender neutral reader, bottom reader, top Regina, slight praise kink

When you'd first arrived at Regina's office earlier that day, it was simply to give her a quick visit. How you found yourself propped up against her desk getting fucked by her as she leaned overtop of you, you had no idea.

"Shh," Regina shushed after you let out a particularly loud moan. "You need to be quiet, or else we'll get caught."

You nodded your head, too lost in the moment to speak. You gripped onto her shoulders as she quickly thrusted in and out of you, taking your breath away.

Her hands were grabbing onto your hips, and you knew you'd have bruises from it the next day. You felt the strap-on vibrate inside you as she pressed herself closer, almost grinding herself against you.

"Such a good baby," she praised. "So good for me."

You felt your face flush, causing your eyes to drift to the ceiling.

"Ah, ah," she reprimanded. "Keep your eyes on me." She grabbed your chin gently but firmly, forcing you to look into her eyes.

Her gaze felt intense, tempting you to close them, but you ultimately decided against it.

"Good baby," she whispered before pressing a brief kiss to your lips.

You leaned your head upward, trying to capture another kiss, but she pushed you back.

"I don't think so." She smirked upon seeing the look of disappointment on your face.

"But- I wanna another kiss," you pouted.

She hummed in acknowledgment. "Maybe later. For now-" she pushed you back until you were laying flat on the desk, "-we're going to see just how hard you can make me cum."

Regina resituated the fake cock between you so she could get closer, her chest nearly touching yours. You could feel her nails scratch you as she firmly grabbed onto your shoulders, but you were too dumb fucked to care.

She kept a steady pace, slow enough to feel agonizingly painful but fast enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes curl.

"Oh, my God," you let out your loudest moan yet as you felt the strap pound into you at the perfect angle.

Her thrusts became quicker, but they were also a lot more sloppy, indicating she was just as close as you were.

"Are you gonna cum, baby?" She asked, her hand lightly brushing against your cheek.

"Mm hm." You could barely speak at this point, your head in such a daze from all the attention you were receiving.

"Cum with me, okay?"

You didn't even get the chance to answer before you felt your body convulse with pleasure, and you could tell by the way Regina bit down on her fist to keep herself quiet that she was feeling something similar.

Her hands rested on your shoulders while she tried to catch her breath.

"I think I'm going to have to start visiting you at work more often," you commented, drawing a laugh from the gorgeous woman laying on top of you.

"Yeah, I think so, too," she agreed, leaning down to give you a kiss.

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summary | natasha always looks good, even when she’s dressed like adam sandler. (18+)

beefy nat dressed all fuckboy-ish? yes… is she giving very much boyfriend vibes? also yes… a little spicey time? fuck yes!

(boyfriend!natasha x reader)

warnings | fluff & a lil sexy time - thigh riding, heavy make out, oral fixation.

word count | 1.2K

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Natasha had always found your fascination with her hair odd. It was nothing special- just a casual red. She’s seen plenty of women on the street with the same colour. Even your best friend, Wanda, had red hair. And yet you were obsessed with just hers.

“Nat!” You call from the living room.

It was 8am on a Saturday- Natasha’s only day off- and she had just finished her morning run. You, too tired and lazy to come, decided to wait on the sofa for the redhead’s return, promising to not fall asleep. But, you did.

Leaving the bedroom, she finds you curled up with Liho, the news playing freely in the background.

“Natasha!” You call again without realising the woman was right next to you.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Natasha leans down to place a kiss to your forehead, stroking the black cat on top of you gently.

“No.” You groan, an arm covering the place she just kissed.

“You promised you wouldn’t fall back asleep.” Natasha snorts as she shoos Liho off your lap. The cat trudges away grudgingly, eyeing the woman as she sits next to you.

You hum, giving up on speaking to your girlfriend, sleep lulling on the edge.

She laughs again.

Peeking slightly, you notice Natasha sat watching the TV. Her beautiful side profile highlighted by the morning sun- all sharp lines and soft skin sit in contrast. Her short hair was damp- the red bleeding into a deep brown. She looked so hot; dressed in a wife beater, a purple sweater wrapped around her waist, and grey shorts, but she didn’t need to know that.

Her ego was big enough already.

“You know, you dress like Adam Sandler.” You announce, catching the woman off guard. She watched you face contort as you try to hold in your laughter.

Unfazed by your joke, she replies, “or Adam Sandler dresses like me.”

With that, you lose it. Hard laughter echos the apartment, drowning out the news anchors above. The last remnants of sleep slipaway.

You sit up, unable to breathe between your laughter.“That’s not the flex you think it is.”

Natasha’s brow twitches, “Whatever.” She turns away from you, attention back on the boring TV.

“Oh, cmon.” You swing a leg over her, placing your full weight on her lap.

You pinch her cheek softly. “It’s just a bit of fun, little baby.”

She swats your hand away, ignoring you.

“Haven’t you heard? Goofy is the new handsome.” You quote from a Sandler movie with a shit eating grin, as you tuck a loose bang behind Natasha’s ear.

She doesn’t swat your hand away this time.

“You know, you’d look good as a brunette.” Her gaze shifts to you.

A quirk in her brow. She could work with this.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you shuffle closer, “like really good. I’m surprised you’ve never done brown before.”

Her arms wrap tighter, your fronts flushed together, lips angled expertly to press against your neck.

“I thought you liked the red.” She whispers, knowing her breath tickles your sensitive skin.

“I fucking love the red!” You reply all breathy. She loves how easily she can affect you. Just a little graze of her lips and you’re a puddle.

Natasha replies by latching on to your neck, soft kisses travelling down and across your collarbone. She takes her time, red marks follow in haste, as she caresses, licks, bites.

Working her way up, teeth graze your jaw. A hand unwinds from your waist and long fingers take ahold of your chin, turning you to meet soft lips. The hot embrace closing in on your tongue, a shared wetness and heavy sighs fill the silence between you both.

Her kisses are intoxicating; the bold scent of her cologne floods your senses. She always smells so fucking good, you cant help but jump her bones. You take ahold of the bottom of the white vest, tugging the material up, revealing her toned abs.

You pull away, sitting to her side, eyes drifting down to look at the sculpted woman beneath you.

“You like, baby?” Her voice comes out husky, a tongue runs across her bottom lip. She’s leaning back, an arm over the back of the sofa, efficiently “man spreading” with you still perched on her knee.

You place a hand where the vest covers skin, fingers dipping underneath the material, grazing against the woman’s under boob. Slowly, you trail down; palm gliding over every curve, every dip of Natasha’s abdomen, until you reach the waistband of her shorts. Boldly, you slide your fingers under the thick material, tips stopping just above the waistband of her boxers.

Natasha lets out a shuddered breath, her heart beat racing as she watches your hand disappear.

“You like, baby?” You copy condescendingly, loving the power trip you’re experiencing right now.

She groans, head resting even more against the sofa. Her hand wraps around your wrist easily, pushing your fingers down till slickness coats them.

You move up and down, then lightly circle her nerves. Her wetness making it’s appearance with each movement.“Listen to you, Tasha. That all for me?”

Before you could slide down to her entrance, her grip on your wrist returns, pulling your hand out of her shorts.

Natasha brings your soaked digits up to your face and you take them in, her essence coating your tongue as you moan lowly at the taste.

With a hand at the back of your neck, she holds you steady. The other manipulating your fingers to slide deeper down your throat. Your eyes flutter shut, as the last of your attitude flies out the window.

Natasha smiles at the sight, “There’s my girl.”

Your fingers leave your mouth as she tugs you forward, lips crashing onto yours. Large hands fix perfectly to your waist, tugging you forward and back. The ache between your legs building as you sigh into the kiss.

“I’m fucking you till I’m bored.”

To which she did.

~~

Hours later, Natasha finally got tired. The woman was constantly complaining about the ache in her jaw as if she wasn’t the one who decided to eat you out until you couldn’t cum anymore.

You roll your eyes at the memory.

The morning sun had turned into the evening sun and the city below buzzed with life. You were both still on the sofa- wrapped in a blanket and in each other’s embrace. Liho had returned- finally able to rest on you- without Natasha disturbing her.

Happy Gilmore played on the TV, and despite your earlier taunts, Natasha was laughing at the screen alongside you.

She had to give it to him. The guy was hilarious.

“Actually, I change my mind.” Your voice gains her attention.

The shit eating grin is back.

“It’s probably best you don’t dye your hair brown.”

Natasha turns her head to the side in confusion.

“You’ll look even more like Adam Sandler.” You point at the screen as the actor checks himself out in the mirror, a comb running through his dark hair.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

~~

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A Learning Curve

a continuation of the Wish We Could Be Like That Series

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 4k~

Summary: After revealing their secret and finally reuniting, you and your girlfriends go through an adjustment period.

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, overprotective Natasha and Wanda, angry reader, bad words, mentions of sex

A/N: Sorry for the pain recently. 🫣 Here is some WandaNat fluff to make up for the angst fest named my blog. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you would like to read next! 😘

"She lives!" Tony exclaims as you enter the common area. Laughing, you shake your head as you make your way to the small table.

Its the first time you've been out of your room since you were released from medical. Natasha and Wanda have kept you on strict bed rest, bringing anything you could possibly ask for to your side.

It was sweet and endearing at first. You even have to admit that it was necessary at first. You were way too weak to take care of yourself. You needed them.

Now, however, you were getting restless. You grew stronger every day. In secret, you walk around circles in your room to stretch your legs, but you want to be out and around everybody again.

So, it's nice to see Sam and Bucky look up from the table and smile warmly as you approach.

"Hey, glad to see your captors have granted you release," the super soldier teases.

"The way they keep you tied to that bed, I'm surprised you can still walk," Tony jokes.

Bucky nearly spits out his breakfast from laughing. Sam on the other hand sits up in his chair and smacks Tony on the arm, "dude, lower your voice! Maximoff is right there man!"

At the sound of her name, Wanda turns from her place in the kitchen to look in the direction of the sound.

The moment her eyes land on you, her brow knits together with concern. She drops everything and instantly makes her way over to you.

You're laughing innocently at the guys' antics until you hear the stern voice of your girlfriend quickly approaching.

Wanda wraps her arm around your waist, supporting most of your weight with her powers.

You won't admit it, but it helps. It releases the tension in your abdomen from holding yourself up. The soreness in your side dissipates.

If you let it known that standing causes even the slightest bit of pain, she will drag you back to bed and keep you locked up for who knows how long.

It seems she is going to drag you back to bed anyway.

The sokovian begins to gently guide you back the way you came, "what do you think you're doing?"

"Getting breakfast."

"I was going to bring it to you," she scolds, "You're supposed to be taking it easy."

You stop in your place before she can drag you out of the room, "I'm not training. I'm just coming down for breakfast." You defend yourself, "I'm well enough for that."

Wanda purses her lips. You can tell she is trying to determine if this is a battle worth fighting. Sighing, she relents, "ok." She pecks you on the cheek with a smile, "good morning."

You nervously glance over to the guys who seem to have gone back to their previous conversation. You sigh in relief. Turning back to Wanda, you smile, "good morning. What are you making?"

"Your favorite," the witch walks back to the kitchen with arm still around your waist.

When the two of you reach your destination, you break apart. Wanda continues her cooking, and you lean against the counter to watch her.

The distance you leave between the two of you does not go unnoticed by Wanda. It hurts her to think the habit they need to help you break.

"You don't have to make a quiche every morning," you laugh.

"I know, that's why today I'm making french toast too," the witch smiles cheekily. She closes the distance between you, bringing a piece of toast to your lips, "here, try."

Your heart pounds in your chest having her this close to you in front of other people. Still, you take the toast between your lips and chew slowly. It's delicious. You close your eyes to savor the taste.

When you open your eyes, Wanda is grinning at you victoriously, "good?"

"Amazing."

She bounces happily. Before you can react, she pecks you on the lips and just as quickly, returns to her cooking.

You're shocked still, almost certain you stopped breathing for a second. Once again, you check over where the guys sit. They seem not to be paying attention, so you make yourself calm down.

You know that they know about your relationship. You know you don't have to hide it anymore. Still, you have trouble remembering in the moment though.

"Will you at least sit down?" Wanda asks, drawing your attention back to her. She's looking at you with a sincere expression, "I know you are sore. I just don't want you to overdo it...... please, for me?"

You can't lie that it doesn't hurt, so you nod with a small smile. You move to the stools on the other side of the island. Just as you sit, voices come from the doorway.

Natasha and Steve enter back from their run. Your girlfriend's eyes land straight on you.

"There you are," she walks over quickly.

"Here I am," you playfully respond.

"You weren't in the room when I went to change. I got worried," she says as she stops in front of you. "What are you doing down here?"

You can't help the eye roll that follows. "Like I told her..." you nod your head towards Wanda on the other side of the island, "...I am perfectly capable of walking down to breakfast. You do know I'm not helpless right?"

"Of course, we know that, detka," the widow stands between your legs and wraps her arms around your shoulders. "We just worry is all. We love you."

You smile up at her from your spot on the stool. "I love you too," you say softly, so no one across the room can hear.

Natasha leans down and kisses you slowly, and you forget there are other people in the room with you. After a long moment, she pulls away and smiles down at you, "good morning, detka."

"Good morning."

"EW, get a room!" Yelena calls as she walks into the common space.

Everyone on the other side of the room laughs, and your left with cheeks the color of a tomato. You burry your face into Natasha, trying to hide from the embarrassment.

This is gonna take some getting used to.

Walking into the living room for movie night, you find that most everyone is already seated.

Natasha had claimed their usual couch, while you and Wanda went to the kitchen to grab some snacks. She sits on one far end of the couch, leaning against the arm.

After passing out snacks, Wanda takes her place next Nat, curling into her immediately. You sit beside Wanda, however you do not scoot in. You leave a gap between them and you, just happy to sit on the same couch.

The two of them watch you, waiting for you to come join them, but you don't. They look away sadly, and their minds race.

They've come to pick up on things. Things that you have missed out on. Things that are just second nature to them, but almost foreign to you. Wrapping an arm around each other in the hallway, holding hands during meetings...

... and cuddling during movie night.

They share a look, a 'we need to fix this' look.

Natasha leaves her seat and moves to the opposite side of the couch and on the other side of you. Once settled, she reaches over and tugs you into her lap.

Wanda scoots until she is pressed to Natasha's side. She lifts your legs and drapes them across her lap.

At first, you sit completely stiff and rigid. Displays of affection like this are natural for you behind closed doors, but in front of others like this, you still feel uneasy.

Wanda places a hand on your thigh, drawing soothing circles onto your leg with her fingertips. Natasha rubs your back comforting you. They smile when the tension in your body releases, and you relax into them.

You curl into Natasha's chest and take Wanda's hand into your own, playing with her fingers. They chuckle when you start rearranging the rings on her fingers.

"Great, they're being gross again," Yelena teases from her place with Kate.

To everyone's shock, you confidently lift your middle finger to her with a smirk on your face. Everyone laughs, and Yelena throws a pillow at you. Of course, Wanda catches it with her powers and lowers it down into your lap.

"That's my girl," Natasha says proudly before kissing your cheek.

Steve stands in the middle of the room, with the remote in hand, "we're voting on the movie. You guys are the last ones to vote." He explains your options are a comedy or an action movie that everyone knows Tony loves to watch because it features some of his new tech. The action movie has 2 more votes than the comedy.

"Wait a second," Tony pops up in his chair, "they're all gonna vote together and win every time. They get one vote together."

"We may not even vote for the same movie!" Wanda counters.

Steve raises a hand to quiet them, "everybody gets their own vote. So?"

Natasha nudges you to vote first. After thinking for a moment, you go with the comedy. Immediately, your girlfriends vote for the same. Winning by one vote.

"I told you," Tony grumbles.

You smile knowing they did, in fact, just pick whichever movie you wanted. "Hey, we can watch that one next, Tony," you soothe him, and it seems to work.

As the movie plays, you keep getting distracted by the feel of your girlfriends' arms around you. You wonder if they know its all you've wanted every single movie night since you've been together.

A few happy tears escape your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You didn't notice, but Wanda did.

"Detka," she speaks into your mind, drawing your attention. "What's wrong?"

Swiping away the tears, you smile and shake your head, "I'm happy."

A buzzing sounds from your bag on the other side of the gym.

This morning's workout was interrupted by a message from Fury calling for a team meeting in an hour. You perk up instantly.

Does this mean he's putting you on your first mission since you were shot?

You have patiently waited months to heal fully. Cho had finally cleared you for business as usual last month, but you knew there would be an extended 'just to be sure' period before getting back to work.

Believe it or not, Fury still feels a bit guilty that you nearly died on a mission you should never have been sent on.

With this message, you could be actually getting back into the field, and you are beyond excited. You practically skip through the halls on the way to the meeting.

Filing into the conference room, you see that your girlfriends have sat with an open chair between them. You smile and move to your spot in the middle.

They've kept you in the middle almost always since you got back. Maybe it was just them being overprotective or maybe they're just making up for all of the time you were away. Either way, you weren't complaining.

As the meeting began, Fury explains that there are two upcoming missions they will be discussing before handing the floor over to Hill.

Natasha started taking notes as always. Her other hand reached for yours. Your interlocked hands rested on top of the table for everyone to see.

You know you should be used to this by now, but you can't help the nervous feeling that rises in your stomach. Your heartbeat picks up, and you can hear it loudly in your ears. You're sure everyone else can too, but no one makes any show that they do.

A saving grace comes in the form of Wanda resting her hand on your thigh. It's still noticeable to others, but it's under the table. It grounds you without adding to the anxiety.

Thankfully, it soothes you enough to pay attention to the meeting as Maria begins detailing the first mission, intel retrieval. It's a simple in and out. You were expecting as much for your first mission.

"On this one, we need the Falcon, little Hawkeye, Belova, Maximoff and L/N," she lists.

Natasha's pen freezes mid-word. She looks up pointedly, "and me."

Everyone turns to her for a moment, then looking back to Hill, awaiting her response. You, however, keep your gaze locked on the Russian. You have to stop yourself from saying something.

"Agent Romanoff, you've been assigned to the other missio-"

"No," she interrupts, "if Y/n is going on that mission, so am I."

All is quiet until Wanda speaks up from beside you, "I'd feel better if she was there."

Your attention wrenches around to your other girlfriend now. Suddenly, anger floods you.

Why are they doing this? They know that you've been cleared for missions. You've been sparring together for months! Why are they fighting orders for this?

Crossing your legs, you force Wanda's hand to fall away from your thigh. You want to rip your hand out of Natasha's, but her grip tightens protectively.

"Agent L/N has been clear-"

"Director, request for new assignment," Natasha interrupts Maria, standing and facing Fury.

The room is silent. Everyone watches the gears turning in the director's head. After what felt like an eternity, he nods.

"Granted."

It seems like the entire room lets out a sigh, except you. They relax as the tension in the room is released, and the energy returns to normal.

You, however, feel humiliated. Your girlfriends don't think you can handle yourself on a mission, and they just let the entire team know it. Your clench your jaw tightly, and your leg bounces quickly for the rest of the meeting.

The moment the team is dismissed, you stand and leave without a word to anyone or a glance behind you. You head straight to the gym to resume your workout and blow off this steam before the mission.

After an hour of attacking a punch bag, you feel calm enough to go to your room and get ready for the mission. You're almost there when FRIDAY'S voice rings through the room. Director Fury requests your presence in his office.

You feel dread instantly and know this is not gonna be goood.

"You wanted to see me?" you ask, knocking on the doorframe.

Fury looks up from his papers. "Yes Agent," he stands behind his desk, "upon further consideration, I have determined that too many agents have been assigned to today's mission. So, I am removing you from the mission."

All the anger you just released into that workout comes back tenfold. "Is it because of Natasha?"

Fury tilts his head in the way that suggests you watch what you say next, "It would be irresponsible of me to put an agent at risk unnecessarily."

"Like you did you sent me undercover?" you scoff.

Truly, you hold no resentment towards Fury or Clint for the mission that landed you in the medbay, but you just can't help yourself at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Agent," he sits and returns to what he was working on earlier, "you will be notified of your next mission."

Taking a deep breath, you turn and walk through the hallway. So many emotions tumble around inside you, anger, disappointment, frustration, hurt, sadness.

You had been so excited to get back to doing what you love, to feel like you were yourself again, to put that damn mission behind you.

But that was all just ripped away.

There's no stopping you when you reach your bedroom, and Natasha and Wanda are inside getting geared up for the mission.

"There you are," Wanda exclaims, "you need to gear up."

"What did you say to Fury!?" you look to Natasha pointedly.

She looks at confused, "nothing, what are you talking about?"

"He took me off the mission! What did you say!?"

"Nothing!" she counters.

You look away and begin pacing the room, trying to channel all of this energy.

Wanda walks into your path with her arms open, "hey why don't you sit. We need to calm you down."

"No," you pull away.

When you look to them, they can see the tears now forming in your eyes. Their hearts drop, and they realize that something is really wrong.

You don't want to yell at them, but inside it feels like you need to. You hold it back as best you can, still trying to get your feelings across.

"I waited for that mission for months, and I got kicked off of it because you insisted to go!" You look to Natasha. "I finally had the chance to go back to what I love, doing something that makes the world a safer place. I was finally there again, and it was taken!"

"Another mission will come," Natasha tries to reassure you.

"Who knows when that will be?! You just told the entire team that you don't think I'm ready. That's not your decision!"

"We didn't take you off the mission, Y/n."

You run through your hair in agitation, "they listen to you! ... and they know we're together now! If you act like you don't trust my abilities, they won't either. THAT'S what kicked me off the mission! That's what will keep me off missions! You can't do that. It's not fair!"

"Agent Romanoff and Miss Maximoff, your quinjet is wheels up in five minutes," FRIDAY alerts.

Sitting on the bed, you hold your head in your hands. There's no time. You'll have to finish this conversation later.

Looking up with a sigh, you blink back tears of frustration. "Good luck on your mission. Please be safe. I love you." With that you stand and leave the room. The echos of 'I love you too' follow you down the hall.

When Natasha and Wanda return from the mission that night, they head to your shared room, expecting to find you in bed considering the late hour.

Unfortunately, the room is empty.

"FRIDAY, where is Y/n?" the widow asks the air.

There's a small delay, like FRIDAY actually has to look for you.

"Agent L/N is sitting on the roof patio."

They look to each other having a silent discussion. The pair decide to shower and change first, then they will venture up to the roof with blankets and a peace offering.

They thought a lot about what you said and what had happened. The mission was easy, basically child's play which only fed into their guilt more.

You were more than capable to handle thar mission. You could have done it with your eyes closed, and something they had done took it from you.

When they join you on the roof, Natasha brings the blanket, and Wanda holds a mug of your favorite hot chocolate.

They find you laying on the ground looking up at the stars. It brings back so many memories of the three of you doing just that. Those are some of their best memories.

"Hey," Wanda greets softly. She nods her head to one of the couches, "come sit with us?"

You agree silently, sitting on the couch. Your girlfriends sit on either side of you like usual. Natasha drapes the blanket across the three of you, and Wanda hands you a mug that reads 'This is the We're Sorry mug'.

You can't but chuckle, "where did you get this?"

The sokovian blushes, "the cabinet."

"It was solid white, but she did her thing," Natasha explains wiggling her fingers to reference Wanda's magic.

Nodding, you joke, "ah the wiggly-woos."

The witch rolls her eyes, "ha ha, very funny."

The pair settle into your sides, and you all fall quiet for a while. The faint sound of the nightlife far below is the only noise reaching your ears.

"We are sorry," Natasha speaks up, "you would have been more than capable of taking care of that mission. I shouldn't have intervened." She looks to you tenderly, "I'm sorry."

You gaze into each other's eyes, and you can see the true remorse that she feels. You nod once and lean your forehead forward. She understands the gesture and presses a long kiss to your forehead.

"We let our worries get in the way of your work, and you're right. That wasn't fair," Wanda adds. "We'll always worry about you, but from now on, we will also trust that you know what you are capable of. We won't get in the way anymore."

"and I'll talk to Fury," the Russian offers. "I'll let him know that you are ready.... if that's ok with you."

Smiling, you nod, "thank you. I'm sorry I got so upset."

"If you apologize for one more thing you don't have to apologize for..." the Sokovian threatens.

"You'll do what?" you call her bluff.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, "first, I'll drink your hot chocolate."

Clutching the mug, you gasp loudly, "you wouldn't dare."

"She would," Natasha teases from your other side, "and then we would tickle you relentlessly until you pleaded for mercy." To prove her point, both of their fingers brush against your sides, and you have to be careful not to spill your drink.

"No no no no no, I'm holding a drink," you exclaim between stifled laughs.

They relent, and you are able to relax back into them.

"You don't have to apologize for getting upset," Natasha wraps an arm around your shoulders, "you were excited to have an assignment."

"You deserved the mission," Wanda lays her head on your shoulder, "you have every right to be disappointed. We're sorry for our part in causing that."

Turning your head, you place a kiss to the top of her head, "I forgive you..." you turn to kiss Natasha's cheek, "...and you. Just please don't do it again."

"Promise."

You take a sip of your hot chocolate and hum happily.

"There's still one more part of your apology gift," Natasha nudges you gently. Wanda lifts her head to smirk at you, and your curiosity piqued.

"and what is that?"

The Russian leans until her lips brush against your ear, "after you finish that hot chocolate, let's go to bed, and we will show you just how sorry we are."

That hot chocolate was drank incredibly fast.

Grumbles come from both you and Wanda when the alarm blares at 4am like it does every morning.

One would think Natasha would have turned it off considering the time you three finally fell asleep, but no. Like clockwork, the Russian rolls over to turn off the alarm and get out of bed.

“No,” you mutter and try to hold on to Natasha’s arm.

She chuckles lightly, looking down at you. Leaning down, she briefly kisses both of your lips, “I’m sorry, it’s time for my run.”

A heavy breath escapes your mouth, “ok.” You sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed.

“Wait, where are you going?” Wanda asks you, sitting up in her spot alone in the bed.

“My room,” you respond in the middle of a yawn.

Both of your girlfriends sigh. Wanda on the bed, Natasha standing near the drawers that keep her workout clothes.

It’s been a while since you’ve done this. It’s happened a lot less lately, but occasionally you still forget in a sleepy haze that you live in here now. You have for months.

Quickly, Wanda grabs your arm and drags you back to your spot next to her.

“This is your room,” the witch curls up against you and settles to fall back asleep.

Natasha shoots a quick text to Steve and returns to the bed. “One of these days,” she strokes your cheek tenderly, “I hope you stop trying to escape our bed.”

You look at her with a sad expression, "I'm sorr-"

They both stop you quickly.

Natasha shakes her head, "sshhhh."

Wanda presses a finger to your lips and drowsily mumbles, "no sorry. Only sleep." Her hand relaxes and rests flat on your chest.

Natasha has to suppress a laugh at her girlfriend's sleepy antics. She leans down to capture your lips again.

It's a short, sweet kiss, but it's what you needed in that moment.

When she tries to end the kiss, you chase her lips. You try to deepen the kiss only for her to stop you with a hand on your shoulder.

"Ah ah ah," the widow smirks at you teasingly, "I don't think so. Go back to sleep; you need it. The two of you were giggling until 3am last night."

Playful grumbles fall from your lips as you turn over to nestle against Wanda, pressing your forehead against hers.

"You were giggling too," the sokovian accuses without even opening her eyes. You can't help the happy giggles the bubble in your chest at the memory.

Behind you, Natasha lays down again, wrapping an arm around your waist, "that's why I'm going back to sleep too."

Your brows knit together, and you turn your head over your shoulder, "what about your run?"

"Steve will be alright on his own for a day." She presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, "I want to sleep in with my girls."

Happiness blooms and takes root in your chest. You settle back in with a smile on your face that stretches ear to ear.

"But what if he gets lost?" Wanda jokes, barely even awake.

A fit of giggles passes between the three of you, and before long, you all slip back into a peaceful slumber.

A/N: I promise a proposal is coming! There was also supposed to be another scene in here, but I think I'll save it. So, it can be its own stand-alone piece. I hope you enjoyed! If you have any other ideas for this series let me know!

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