#Romanov Christmas

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

Is there any OTMA anecdotes at christmas you know about?

Hello anon! Yes there are plenty!!! I’m so happy you asked this because Christmas is today and what better way to learn more about Romanov Christmases than to hear it from their own words! ❤️

“We had a Christmas party for all who live in the house with us. During the evening of the 24th, at 9 1/2 o'cl. we had a vsenoshnaya, rather late, but the priest could not get here calier, and at the table, with all the icons [we] set up a tree and lit it up. It stood there during the entire vsenoshnaya. It was very nice and cozy. We did not hang anything on the tree.” - Letter from Tatiana to Countess Zinaida Tolstaya, 16 December 1917

“Hello my dear Ritka! Well, the Holidays are upon us already. We have a Christmas tree in the corner of the hall and it dispenses a wonderful scent, but not at all the same as in Tsarskoe [Selo]. This is some special kind of tree called "bal-sam." It smells strongly of oranges and tangerines, and there is resin flowing down the trunk constantly. There are no ornaments, but only silver streams and wax candles, of course from the church, since there are no other.” Letter from Olga Nikolaevna to friend Margarita “Rita” Khitorovo, December 26th 1917

“We generally spent Christmas at Tsarskoe Selo. It is less observed than Easter in general, but in the palace it is a great festival. There were no fewer than eight Christmas trees in various parts of the palace. The Empress dressed them all herself, and personally chose the presents for each member of her household, and for each officer, to the number of about five hundred. A tree was arrayed for the Cossacks in the riding-school. The children and I had a tree for ourselves. It was fixed into a musical-box which played the German Christmas hymn, and turned round and round. It was indeed a glittering object. All the presents were laid out on white covered tables, and the tree stood for several days an object of intense interest and admiration to the children. They were very sad when it was dismantled just before we went to St. Petersburg, but they were consoled by being allowed to help, and to divide the toys between the members of their own household.” Six Years At The Russian Court by Margaretta Eagar

“The little girlies were delighted to se her [Empress Alexandra Feodorovna] so gorgeously attired; they circled round her in speechless admiration for some time, and suddenly the Grand Duchess Olga clapped her hands, and exclaimed fervently, "Oh! Mama, you are just like a lovely Christmas tree!" After divine service was finished there was a drawing-room, at which all the debutantes were presented.” Six Years At The Russian Court by Margaretta Eagar

I hope you all have an AMAZING Christmas and a Happy New Year!!! 🎄🎉🤍

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Kinkmas (3)- Ugly Sweater

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Whilst coming out of the bathroom, Natasha immediately notices your new Christmas Sweater and can't hold back on her playful teasing and mentions how ugly it is. In fact, she thinks it's so ugly, you should just take it off.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Teasing, Ugly Sweaters, Thigh Riding, Smut, Dom Natasha/Sub Reader, Praise, Orgasm Denial/Delay, Dirty Talk, Begging, Oral Sex, Fingering, Aftercare, Cuddles

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Opening the bathroom door, a snicker left her lips as Natasha caught sight of the Christmas jumper you were wearing, her hand moving to cover her mouth as you shot your girlfriend a pointed look while rummaging for your phone charger, watching her form on the bed as her lips tugged up into an amused smile.

"Detka," she says, dragging her words out as you approached her on the bed after successfully finding your charger, her arms naturally opening as you melt against her body, her lips pressing against your temple, arms then snaking around you. "I didn't know we were doing ugly sweaters this year," she mumbles against your hair in a teasing tone, your head tilting to gaze into her humoured green, that mischievous smirk playing on her lips as you adjusted yourself on the bed, moving to straddle her lap.

"It's not ugly," you say in mild offence, looking back down at the jumper you had bought for Christmas this year, amazed at how soft and comfortable it was compared to ones you've had in the past. "It's unique," your tone full of confidence as your girlfriend fails to hide the small laugh that escapes her, her eyes taking the ridiculous piece of clothing properly.

The jumper had questionable looking reindeers adorning it, the white stripes indicating different sections as a pattern of Santa hats were under it, followed by a set of christmas trees and then a row of presents, her brow raising in questioning as you followed her line of sight to the section of snowmen, the blue coloured section not matching with the rest of the red and green theme, looking very odd.

"I'm not sure unique is the word I'd use to describe it, Detka," she murmurs, hands cupping your cheek and guiding your face down for an innocent kiss, the action sparking an idea in the redhead's mind, her smile slowly morphing into that iconic mischievous smirk again.

"Is it really that bad?" you ask, a hint of genuine disappointment in your voice as you part of you actually quite liked the sweater, Natasha's fingers resting under your chin and lifting your head up to meet her gaze, your brows furrowing slightly at the look in her eyes, knowing she was planning something.

"Oh Detka," she coos, her free hand gliding down your waist to the back of your thighs before back up, sliding under the fabric to feel your bare skin, her cold hands a contrast to your warm skin making your body tense momentarily. "It is, in fact, I think it's that bad you should just... take it off," her hand emphasises her words by pulling up on your sweater, her eyes searching yours and waiting for permission to do so, eyes sparkling with desire and mischief as you can't help but chuckle at her words, the doubts about the jumper swiftly leaving your mind due to her lips being mere inches away from yours.

"Yeah?" you whisper back, lips tugging up into an amused smile as her smile only widens when you move your hands to replace hers at your jumper, playing with the hem of it and slowly, teasingly pulling it off. "I think I should too," you murmur just before removing the jumper, Natasha's hands eagerly travelling across the exposed skin you just revealed, fingers dancing across your lower abdomen before reaching your lower back and up, swiftly unclasping your bra and pulling it off while your lips meet hers passionately, both of you smiling into it to start with.

A soft moan escapes you when the kiss becomes more intense, Natasha's tongue effortlessly sliding into your mouth and dominating the kiss, arousal pooling between your thighs while your mind fogs with lust, the feeling of her hands burning into your skin as you think you're going to go mad with desire. Her nails faintly scratch your skin, earning a groan in response as you arch your back slightly, pushing your body further into hers prompting her to wrap her arms around you, guiding you into another position.

She positions you on one of her thighs, smirking into the kiss when she hears the affected sigh leave you as she pulls you along it, making you ride her thigh until you start to do it on your own.

"That's it Detka," she praises, making you moan once again, the noise being swallowed by her relentless mouth, lips constantly claiming yours in a hungry and desperate kiss, hands returning to roam your body and tease you. You're finding it hard to think with her actions, fingers grazing the underside of your breasts, thumbs teasingly ghosting over your sensitive nipples while her mouth is hot, soft and dominant at the same time, the two of you only parting for breath, panting heavily against each others mouths as you still can't resist trying to kiss her again, craving her addictive lips.

"Nat," you groan when she finally cups your breasts, squeezing firmly but not too hard, just the way you love it, her fingers grazing over your nipples and pulling on them softly, dragging more sinful noises out of you. "I need you," you sigh out, lolling your head back as she starts to kiss down your jaw and along your neck, nibbling softly and smirking against yours skin at the feeling of your hips grinding against her harder, needing to ease the incessant throb between your legs, the intolerable heat that only she could help you with, "Please."

"You're so impatient Detka," she teases, sucking on part of your skin to leave a mark, her hands moving away from your chest to your ass, guiding you against her thigh once again, a groan leaving you at her slower pace. "You'll get what you want soon," she murmurs, tilting her head back up to meet your lips, claiming them briefly and messily before lowering her head to kiss along your collar bones, sucking another mark as she knew you loved it.

You groaned in a little frustration at her words, wanting to feel the pleasure of your release now but being denied by her, Natasha merely chuckling against your skin at your impatience.

"Nat," you whined, her kisses descending even further down your body, lips at the top of your chest, eyes peering up into your desperate and pleading eyes.

"Soon," she promises, yours fingers threading through her hair when she swirls her tongue around one of your nipples, mouth then sucking on your chest earning a string of moans from you, your clit brushing perfectly against her thigh as she tenses it for you, the surface harder for you to grind along.

"Fuck," you sigh out when she switches to the other breast, lavishing it an equal amount of attention, her hands moving your hips harder and faster against her, your orgasm building swiftly at her actions.

"Don't even think about coming yet Detka," she rasps out, pulling away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting the two before her thumb brushes it away while her eyes are trained on yours, a small, affected sigh leaving your lips at the sight.

"Please, Nat, I'm so close," you plead, knowing how turned on she gets by your begging, your fingers gently tugging on her hair that you've ruffled slightly to make her return to your face, wanting to feel her lips pressed against yours.

"Not yet Detka," she murmurs back before kissing you firmly, hands moving to your lower back to keep you secure before flipping the two of you over, a groan of annoyance leaving you as she denies you, her lips silencing you. "I want to feel you coming all over my tongue," she purrs at the shell of your ear, biting softly on your earlobe as you whimper at her words, hands reaching out to her waist, sliding under her simple black jumper, desperate to feel her bare skin.

"Shit, Nat I want you, I need you. Please," you moan out into her mouth as she kisses you with a newfound hunger, her fingers replacing yours at her jumper, pulling the item off swiftly before unclasping her own bra and tossing it somewhere in the room, not bothered where at the moment.

"You'll only ever need me, isn't that right Detka?" she murmurs with a smug smirk against your skin as your nails scratch down her back softly, the redhead aware of the effect she had on you as her fingers slide your joggers down, lips descending down your body once again.

"Yes," your tone a whisper as your back arches against her, the feeling of her lips kissing down your body making your body delirious with arousal and desire, the redhead groaning at your voice, loving the way you say you're hers. "You're all I need- Fuck, please do that again," your words are interrupted when she drags one of her fingers against your soaking core through your panties, the fabric drenched with your arousal, body begging for her touch.

"So desperate," she mumbles, tone laced with dominance as she looks up from her place between your legs, hands gliding across the back of your thighs, teasing you. "So wet," she adds, doing as you asked and sliding her finger across your clothed core, a sinful groan escaping you, head lolling back against the mattress. "If you want it that bad Detka, beg for it."

"Please," you whimper, pleading her with your eyes, her fingers sliding under the waistband of your panties and caressing the skin there in an affectionate manner, waiting for you to continue, "Nat, I've been good, please touch me, please make me come." Her breath fans over your sensitive core as her teeth gently bite down on the fabric of your panties, dragging the item down your legs and admiring your aroused and desperate form watching her, mouth parting in a small, affected sigh. "Please Nat, I need your fingers, your mouth, Fuck, anything at this point," your words are cut off by a pathetic whimper, the redhead finally lowering her mouth to your dripping core, her eyes trained on you as she wants to watch you come undone.

"Fuck Detka," she groans, eyes darkening with desire as her tongue swipes through your folds, tasting your arousal and making your hips buck up against her mouth, her hands holding your body down. "You taste so good," her accent delicately wraps around her words in a way that makes your head spin, the added raspiness going straight to your lower abdomen, her mouth exploring your sensitive sex as sinful sounds spill from your lips.

"Shit, I love it when you do that," you moan out, her lips wrapping around your clit and sucking gently, your hands reaching down to tangle in her hair softly, fingers surrounded by the red silky locks. "Nat," your voice a low sigh, the noise soft and sensual as her face nuzzled closer to where you needed her, her lower face coated in your arousal as you were just so addicting, tongue swirling over your clit before sliding lower, teasing your entrance.

"Such a pretty mess for me," she murmurs against you, her mouth returning to your clit and sucking a little harsher than before, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure flooded through you, one of her hands sliding around your thigh to pull you closer. "All mine to ruin," she rasps out, a guttural noise leaving you at her words and the feeling of one of her fingers effortlessly sliding into you, walls desperately clenching around her digit.

"Nat," you pant out, head lolling back against the soft mattress, fingers tightening their grip on her hair, hips trying their best to roll against her mouth in search of friction.

Your desperate tone and actions encourage her to push you over the edge, her digit curling inside you at your sweet spot, pleasure building in your core as you clench around her, the redhead's mouth then kissing your clit again to drive you mad, tongue swiping over to make your hips cant up.

"Fuck, don't stop," you groan out, fingers holding her head still as she slides in another finger, moaning into your core, the vibrations pleasing you as your mind clouds with arousal, vision almost blurring with euphoria. "Please can I come?" you ask, voice laced with submission as your eyes gaze down at the sinful sight of her between your thighs, her darkened green entranced by your state.

"Come for me," she husks out, taking your clit back into her mouth and sucking while her fingers continue to curl inside you, letting you fall over the edge with a guttural moan, back arching further off the bed as your legs trembled, hips rocking against her face at the pleasure that filled you. A pleasant buzz consumed your body as you rode out the aftershocks of your powerful release, your body practically going limp on the bed at the exhaustion of coming so hard.

Natasha listened to every soft pant that left you, every hitch of breath as she didn't stop her actions, moving her tongue to replace her fingers inside you, lapping up your come and arousal that she could taste.

She only stopped when your hand softly tugged on her hair, silently asking her to stop, which she did immediately, gradually sliding her body away from between your legs. She straddled your waist, her eyes trained on yours as they fluttered open, meeting the softening green and watching in awe as she slid her fingers into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she groans at the taste of you on her fingers, your lips parting for a small, affected gasp.

"Come here," you mumbled tiredly, hands reaching out for the curve of her hips as you pull her body down against yours, claiming her lips softly as she lets you kiss her how you want. Her body relaxes against yours, her fingers brushing back a few strands of your hair while your hands cup her cheek, keeping her close as you inevitably smile against her mouth, the redhead eagerly reciprocating the action.

Her lips peck yours once more before pressing a loving kiss to your temple, her body rolling onto her side as she pulls you closer to her, wanting to take care of you.

"We need to clean up Detka," she whispers, knowing how tired you were but more focused on staying hygienic and safe. You grumble in response, face pressed against her chest, arms defiantly wrapped around her middle as you just wanted to savour the calm moment, her fingers scratching your scalp soothingly. "Come on, it will be quick," she murmurs, managing to get you out of the bed and into the bathroom to clean up, her hands gentle as she helped take care of you, smiling softly at the way you craved to feel any part of her body.

Eventually, after many loving caresses, the two of you leave the bathroom clean and completely naked, a request on your behalf, before sliding under the covers, bodies naturally drifting towards each other.

Your face nestled at the crook of her neck, the warm and soft skin lulling you into a peaceful state as you melted in her embrace, exhaustion slowly creeping up on you.

"Nat," you mumble, tiredness evident in your voice as you move your hand to glide up and down her toned back, smiling a little at her neck when you feel her relax even more into the impossibly soft mattress.

She hums softly in response, a hint of curiosity audible in the noise as she lets her lips press delicately against your hair, waiting for you to continue.

"Was the jumper actually that ugly?" your voice a mere whisper, eyes closed as you savour the comfort and security of her neck, her body shaking a little under you as she laughs angelically at your words.

"Oh Detka," she coos, smiling against your locks as she can't help the warmth bubbling in her chest. "It was, I'm sorry," she honestly tells you, a grumble leaving you as you snuggle further into your body.

"I'll get a new one," you mumble, an idea popping into your tired mind, "I'll get a Black Widow themed one and there's nothing you can do to stop me." At your words, Natasha can't help but chuckle lovingly again, her head shaking at your antics.

"Ok Detka, you do that," she murmurs tenderly, letting you think you've gotten your way as she could feel your little smile against her neck, the redhead not having the heart to deny you.

"Goodnight Moya Lyubov," she whispers after a moment, the sounds of your gentle snores taking over the room as Natasha slowly drifts off to sleep, content with having you wrapped up in her arms.

[romanoffshouse]

Y/N: marry me

Y/N: I mean Merry Christmas, haha, stupid autocorrect.

Natasha: This is a verbal conversation.

[sytoran]

━ ❆ THE CHRISTMAS CHRONICLES!

˚ ₊‧꒰ LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW! ꒱‧₊ ˚

a compilation of all the christmas-themed fics that i've written. these are wanda maximoff-centric, with some other marvel women as well. works with nsfw content are all dom!reader. enjoy! 🎁

❝CHRISTMAS TREE FARM❞

【 w.m. 】 ― you've worked in a christmas tree farm all your life. this year, santa has granted you your wish: the company of a very hot older woman, who might just need a little help with her christmas tree.

❝EGGNOG AND MULLED WINE❞

【 n.r. 】 ― a prank gone wrong in the spirit of christmas fun has you determinedly making it up to your hurt girlfriend.

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˚₊‧꒰ა ❆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

❝ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU (TO FUCK ME)❞

【 w.m. 】 ― it's christmas once again, and the only thing on wanda's wishlist is you.

❝I'M CREAMING OF A WHITE CHRISTMAS❞

【 w.m. 】 ― when they said 'white christmas', you thought it meant being covered in snow, certainly not...... this.

❝LAST CHRISTMAS❞ ❝PART TWO❞

【 w.m. 】 ― getting back with your toxic ex on christmas day is a terrible idea. but maybe, just for tonight, you feel like a terrible idea.

❝'TIS THE SEASON TO BE HORNY❞

【 w.m. 】 ― making gingerbread houses quickly escalates into something much less innocent when your girlfriend's horny.

❝ROCKIN' AROUND THE CHRISTMAS TREE❞

【 w.m. 】 ― in which "rockin'" is a euphemism for sex. and it involves the mean girls christmas outfit and a broken headboard.

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[upon-a-starry-night]

Christmas Tree Troubles (Nat)

Natasha Romanoff x Gender neutral Reader

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Wordcount: 1.8k

Summary: You need a bit of help getting your Christmas tree into your apartment so you ask your neighbor for help

A/n: The beginning is the same but differs per character

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You weren’t expecting much when you knocked on your neighbor's door for help with your 8ft Christmas tree. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if they would help. You knew they were home. You’d heard the door across the hall open and shut enough times throughout the week to know they went on a lot of odd grocery runs at 1 am.

But you’d never really spoken much, a few times at community functions and when you’d see each other in the hall but neither of you made an effort to talk to each other. However, that was mainly because you were intimidated by how attractive they were. Still, they had seemed more on the reserved side. Never bringing anyone home or throwing parties at their place. They were a perfect neighbor on paper, but their loneliness often made you sad. 

Initially, you had wanted to invite them over at some point during the holidays just to make a new friend and help them be less lonely but it became more of a need than a want when you tried to lug your 8ft tree into your apartment by yourself. 

So you knocked on their door across the hall and prayed that they would be willing to help you out. You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for a response, just as you were about to give up and turn to ask another neighbor the sound of locks clicking alerted you of their presence.

When the door opened you observed their tired-looking figure, they were dressed in casual gray sweats and a loose T-shirt. They stared at you curiously as you stood there before their eyes drifted behind you to the large tree lying on the floor in front of your apartment door. They raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Hi!” you waved awkwardly “Listen I know this is random and you’re probably busy so you can say no but I kind of underestimated how hard it would be to get this tree in my apartment and I already had to carry this from my car to here and I scared a bunch of people out of the elevator because this thing took up the whole elevator and-” You stopped rambling when you saw a hint of a smile on their face, you think this is the first time you’ve ever seen them smile.

 It’s cute.

“Sorry, what I’m saying is, can you help me?” You anxiously bit your lip as you waited for a response.  Her lips quirk up into a smirk as she crosses her arms and leans against the door frame  “I’m surprised you didn’t take someone out with that thing”

You huff out a small laugh at the tease, relief slipping out with the action. Shifting on your feet you play with your hands and try not to blush under her intimidating gaze. “Yeah, if I’m honest I think I picked up someone’s dog with it on the way here”

The sound of her soft laugh has a smile pulling at your lips. To be honest you aren’t sure why you’ve never tried to talk to her before, she seems amiable.

The elevator dings somewhere to your right and you look to see one of the neighbors you stole the elevator from. They step out and notice the tree lying on the floor in front of your door, quickly shuffling to their door to unlock it as you give them an embarrassed wave. You’ll have to bring them a tin of Christmas cookies to apologize.

“Let me grab my keys real quick”

You turn back to your neighbor only to see the door in your face, you awkwardly step back and move towards your tree to assess the best way to pick it back up. Just as you're attempting to lift one half you hear the sound of a door and look up to see your aid locking her door. She swiftly joins you by the tree, watching as you struggle to lift the object that was easier to lift 2 hours ago. Your arms were so tired.

“We can probably get it in sideways” Her voice startles you from your half-assed hoisting and you finally stand and stretch your back. Missing the way her eyes follow the movement.

You roll your neck to release some tension and fix your eyes on her small form. You really should’ve used a dolly or something, or ordered a tree online like everyone else, but you wanted a real tree this year and when you saw the tallest one on the farm you really couldn’t resist it.

“Natasha right?” You remember a blonde man knocking on her door a few weeks ago and shouting her name until she opened her door. You weren’t eavesdropping you just so happened to be getting some appliances fixed that day and your door was open most of the day for the repair women.

She looks vaguely surprised that you know her name, tilting her head and folding her arms in an accusatory way that makes you quickly explain your situation. You drop eye contact halfway through your story, her green eyes were really pretty but you felt like you were being interrogated when she stared at you like that “And you’re y/n”

You snap your gaze to hers and see the same smirk from earlier back. You had the feeling she did that a lot, like she wasn’t the kind of person who was wrong often, or she said “I told you so” at least once a day. “How- How do you know that?” Small hands disappear behind her back and

she pulls a small envelope from her pocket, extending it in your direction. You notice the handwriting and address as one of your friends and grab the envelope you know is a Christmas card.

“I got your mail on accident yesterday,” She shrugs “I planned on returning it to you today but you beat me to it”

Blushing you nod your head and put the card in your pocket, “Oh, well thank you” inclining your head towards the tree you speak up “Should we get to it then?”

The dip of her head is your only answer and you crouch down to lift your side of the tree, watching the way she mirrors your action. Together the two of you lift the tree and you're surprised at how effortless she’s carrying her side, although to be fair she does look pretty lean in that T-shirt and you’ve seen her in the shared gym a few times.

Kicking your apartment door open, you lead your side backward and begin walking through the door, careful not to trip on any of the boxes of decorations on the floor. You lead Natasha to a spot you had deemed the perfect place for your tree this year and the two of you maneuver until the tree stands beautifully upright in your living room corner. It’s the perfect spot right by your floor-to-ceiling windows that have a beautiful view of New York in the winter.

Dusting off your hands you turn to Natasha and smile, watching the way she observes your decked-out apartment

“Thank you for your help, is there anything I can get you? A drink or some cookies? I have to warn you though I’ve been told My cookies will ruin all other Christmas cookies for you”

She quirks an eyebrow, eyeing the plate full of ridiculously decorated cookies on the counter “Don’t be fooled by their appearance they are delicious”

Walking over to the plate you pick up the worst rendition of a reindeer ever attempted and wave it at her suggestively, picking up a dwarf snowman for yourself and sticking it in your mouth.

Somehow it seems to have convinced her because she walks over and takes the cookie from you, breaking off a piece of what you think was an antler but could have also been a hoof and plopping it in her mouth.

You watch as she eats it, trying your best not to be creepy but eager to see her reaction. Much to your delight she lets out a noise of pleasure that has you blushing and then quickly takes another bite of the cookie. You can’t stop the smile that overtakes your face as she devours your cookie

“Those are unfairly good. I’m going to need the recipe” She only acknowledged your presence after she finished off the cookie but you don’t really mind her ignoring you for your baking skills.

You bring a finger up to your chin and pretend to contemplate the idea “Mm I don’t know, I can’t just go around giving away my secrets”

Natasha squints her eyes at you but the smile on her face betrays her. The lull in the conversation seems to bring both of you to the realization that Nat has technically fulfilled her helping duty and can now leave. You can’t help the disappointment that washes over you. 

You really wanted to get to know her better.

Deciding to take a longshot, you fix Nat with your best hopeful gaze and ask her a question you hope she won’t refuse

“Do you want to help me decorate it?”

Much to your surprise her smile widens and you swear her eyes sparkle with mirth. She shifts her weight to one hip and crosses her arms, copying your earlier actions and pretending to contemplate her answer.

“I suppose I could be persuaded” 

Your shoulders slump in relief and you swiftly grab a creepy Santa cookie and thrust it into her hands. Gesturing to the plate of cookies you tell her to help herself to as many as she wants

“As long as you leave a few for me to give the people I traumatized earlier” You joke and maneuver around the kitchen to connect your phone to a speaker. You put on a random Christmas playlist and start the process for two cups of hot chocolate all while Natasha eats another cookie.

While the milk is heating you make your way over to Nat and lean against the counter facing the tree “So I was thinking we start with the neon tinsel” Nat wrinkles her nose in distaste and you laugh at the endearing action.

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Two cups of hot chocolate, Christmas karaoke, and a debate about your questionable ornament choices later, and the tree is fully decorated. It’s by far the best you’ve had in a few years and you’re sure it’s all thanks to Nat. Although she was incredibly apprehensive to put some of your favorite homemade decorations on her masterpiece.

  The two of you are sitting on your couch enjoying a second round of hot chocolate while Nat eats another cookie when you turn to her with an overjoyed smile on your face. “Have you ever seen Santa Claus Conquers The Martians?”

Nat gives you an affronted look but passes you the remote anyway and you put the movie on and scoot closer to her.

By the end of the night Nat and you were cuddled on the couch as the two of you fell asleep to the dull sound of shitty Christmas movies playing in the background.

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This is my first attempt at Ficmas so let me know what you think!~Starry

[adini-nikolaevna]

Christmas festivities at the Anichkov Palace during the reign of Emperor Nicholas I.

[winternymphaea]

the romanov daughters in front of their christmas tree

[conclush]

She wants you

pairing . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

summary . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ You were just peacefully laying on the bed reading your book until your wife came on you which led into something 😏

warnings . ִ ་ ˖ ʿ ִֶָ ׄ smut warning!

an: this is a short pov and enjoy!

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You were walking through your bookshelf to find something interesting, you've finally found a interesting book.

As you read you found yourself sitting on your bed you decided to lay down while reading you took off you're Crocs and laid down, you exhale the air.

As you were having a peaceful moment you didn't notice your wife had gotten home as Natasha opened the door, she was confused that she didn't see her wife.

She took of her shoes and put her bag on the sofa, she guess you were on your bedroom probably sleeping or doing crazy stuff again.

She thought that she wouldn't called out for you cause she might disturb you, as soon as Natasha peak at yours bedroom door she saw you peacefully reading a book, as your legs are looking flawless.

God you so sexy kotenok

You didn't notice her as she jumped on top of you, you were shocked ofcourse how'd did you not notice her?

„ Nat! Stop scaring me like that Jesus Christ you're going to be the dead of me!” she giggled at you as the book fell onto the bed.

„ sorry baby,..I missed you so much..mwuah!” she kissed you're lips and you kissed her back and pulled away quickly so that you could reach out for your book.

She holds your wrist tightly and you hissed at pain you were about to scold her but she shush you, you thought she was just being naughty, but oh boy she was being serious right now!

She started kissing your neck sucking and biting them as she got to the lower of your chest she gave you a smirk and that click it!...she clearly wants some sex right now.

You gasped as she took of your clothes she knows when it's night you ain't wearing a bra because it's so uncomfortable for you to sleep with a bra.

„ na-nat!” you yelped as soon as she took you're breast into her mouth, she kepts sucking them.

„ be ready malyshka were going to have a long night,

„I won't let you walk for weeks, actually I want it to be a month.” she whispers into your ears and kisses your earlobe.

You whimpers and she shushes you as she put her finger to your mouth to kept you from talking.

„ mommy's want to have a play with her pet.”

„ N-nat..wa-wait...hold-” you got cutt off by her it has been making you blushes since this started.

„ Oh baby..it seems like your body isn't agreeing with you though, just let mommy play with you wouldn't you like that?”

You shook you're head you don't wanna upset your mommy right now, because if you ever did you are gonna have a punishment.

an: Merry Christmas xx this is my gift for you guyz hope you all like it and! I might update on April or March my schedule is very tight to squeeze you guyz

[eva-knits12]

Christmas with Steve

Trigger warning: Christmas, Steve Rogers, fibromyalgia, fluff

Summary: You and Steve spend your first Christmas as a newlywed couple.

Steve rolls over on his back. His eyes are open, and he has a smile on his face. You have finally gone back to sleep after finding another comfortable position after you've gotten up to pee for what seems like the 100th time that night because James was sitting on your bladder. James had finally settled down inside you. Steve gets up, pulls the covers over you, lets you sleep, and kisses your cheek.

Steve went to church last night, and when he got home, he saw you sleeping in the recliner. He got you to bed, and picked you up, and carried you bridal style to the bedroom. Your seven-and-a-half month pregnant belly didn't stop him.

He gathers his clothes for the day, which is black dress pants, a white button down, and a blue cardigan. He goes to the kitchen, turns on the coffee maker, and then goes to brush his teeth and shower.

He turns on the lights to the tree, and turns on A Christmas Story. When the coffee maker is done, Steve pours his first cup of the day. He turns on a smaller pot so that you can have some decaf.

You wake up, and call for Steve. Steve helps you out of bed, since you are now seven-and-half months along right now. Steve helps you help, gathers your maternity clothes for the day, which is leggings, slippers, a maternity dress, and a cardigan. Steve won't let you do anything, lift anything, or even go anywhere without his assistance.

"Merry Christmas, doll." says Steve.

"Merry Christmas, Captain Handsome", you say.

You and Steve kiss each other lovingly. You two are newlyweds after all. Steve gives you a cup of decaf the way you like it, and you take your first sip. Steve also fixes you some toast, so you can have something in your stomach.

"Merry Christmas, James. Be good to mama," says Steve, talking to your pregnant belly, and James kicks. Steve kisses your belly where James kicked. Whenever Steve was around, and James would kick, Steve always kissed your belly where James kicked.

You and Steve conceived James on your honeymoon. You and Steve went to Rome for your honeymoon earlier this year, way back in the spring. You found out you were pregnant around Steve's birthday, thanks to Tony rushing you to the medical bay after you threw up for what seemed to be the twentieth time that day and Tony found you passed out. Steve's serum and altered DNA intensified your symptoms. You also had hyperemesis gravidarum, which was the morning sickness from hell.

You revealed that you were pregnant to Steve on his birthday. Steve fell in love with you even more. You remember his words when you were telling Steve about your abusive ex.

"Doll, if you got pregnant tomorrow, I would love that. I love you so much, that you having the most beautiful and purest thing in the world as a result of our love would make me fall in love with you even more," said Steve.

Steve meant every word of that. You were carrying his child, and you couldn't have felt more feminine and beautiful right now.

Steve helps you into the shower, and helps you strip down. You go to shave your legs, and Steve helps you with that. He would anything in the world for his pregnant wife right now. After, Steve dries you off, and then applies your body lotion and cocoa butter on your pregnant belly. James decided to start doing his Pele impersonation, and once James got going, he would be kicking for a few hours. James was already a ball of energy. James loved to be active first thing in the morning.

"Good morning, James," you say, as you start to rub your belly.

"Good morning, sport," says Steve, kissing your belly where James kicked. Steve puts his hand on your pregnant belly, and feels James kick. He kisses your pregnant belly again.

You're lying on the bed, naked, and Steve is drawing you. Every day, Steve draws you naked, and then dates the drawing. You have a big red bow on your belly, and you also have a small chalkboard that says the stats of the day. What's written on the chalkboard gets written on the drawing. He plans on giving you this sketchbook after James is born. James is due in February, and he's due on Valentine's day. This time, your lying on your side, your right hand is on your belly, and your looking at Steve. Steve is sitting in the armchair, just drawing you, and snow is falling out the window. The snow sets the mood.

Steve helps you get dressed, and then helps you to the living room. He sits you in the recliner, puts up the footrest, kisses your forehead, and covers you with a blanket. You're watching A Christmas Story, and knitting a sweater for James. Steve is in the kitchen fixing you both some breakfast. He's making you both some eggs, bacon, and toast. He looks over to check on you every once in a while, and he smiles. There's a fire in the background, the tree is standing in the corner, and the gifts are sitting underneath the tree. Your and Steve's stockings are full, and are hanging on the mantle over the fireplace. You'll open your presents and go through your stockings after breakfast.

Breakfast is ready, and Steve helps you up from the recliner. He pulls out your chair, and helps you sit down at the table. He pulls your chair back in, and gives you your plate.

"Steve, this is amazing," you say.

"Thanks, doll," says Steve.

You and Steve eat your breakfast, and then Steve helps you back to the living room. Steve cleans up, and loads the dishwasher.

You're settled into the recliner, and A Christmas Story is playing in the background. The fire is going, and is bringing a cozy feel to the living room. Steve hands you your stocking, and you go through it. You got a pair of simple gold hoops, a nice watch, and a silver locket with a picture of James's first ultrasound inside. You also get some chocolate, a chocolate orange, and some oranges with cloves in them.

Steve got a lovely watch, some oranges with cloves, some warm socks, and you even got him a nice signet ring that has his initials on it.

You then open your gifts. Steve got you some really cozy PJ's, some nice slippers that you'll wear at the hospital after you give birth to James, a warm cardigan to wear when you come home with James. He even got you a nice, blanket.

Steve got a nice handknit sweater, a nice tie, a crisp white and blue dress shirt. and a nice handknit cardigan.

"Doll, I love it. I love you so much," says Steve. Steve gives you another loving kiss.

Steve helps you back into the recliner, and covers you with a blanket. You knit for a bit, then you yawn. You start to fall asleep, and Steve sees. He kisses your forehead, and turns the TV to low. Steve reads his book while you nap.

After a while, Steve kisses your forehead again, and decides to prepare some beef barley soup and some bread for lunch. You and Steve eat the soup.

Dinner is turkey with all the trimmings. You went to Tony's party a few days before, but Bucky and Nat are coming, and they would bring some wine. You would all be having dinner, and Steve prepared it. He wanted you to be off your feet as much as possible.

Bucky and Steve talk about the good old days, and Nat and you are talking.

"Nat, I can't wait until James is here," you say, rubbing your belly.

"Yeah, it will be his first Christmas. I just hope Tony doesn't try to overshadow it," says Nat.

"Let's worry about it next year," you say.

"Steve, I never thought you'd be the guy to marry and have a kid. You were always the skinny, sickly guy from Brooklyn," says Bucky.

"Remember the Christmas I got sick again that year," says Steve.

"Yeah, you just couldn't shake that cold," says Bucky.

"Wait, Captain used to get sick?" asks Sam.

"He got sick all the time," says Bucky.

"Wait, are they talking about Steve being sick again?" says Nat.

"Yeah, it was nothing like my first Christmas with Steve," you say.

"I wanted it to be perfect. I really did. Only, I caught a bad cold that turned into a nasty flu. I just couldn't shake it. Eventually, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia," you say.

"Look, Steve loves you. He had so much chronic illnesses before the serum. He only sees you," says Nat.

"The doctor says that the flu helped the fibromyalgia diagnosis, otherwise, my symptoms never would have manifested themselves the way they did," you say.

Steve hears this, and he smiles. When you were in the hospital for a few days after, he refused to leave your side. He would draw, read his book, and keep you entertained while you were chained to the machine taking your vitals.

Steve would bring you flowers every day. He would bring you your favorite chocolate covered strawberries and you favorite chocolate truffles. He helped you shower when you were in the hospital. The doctor diagnosed with fibromyalgia, and she considered this flu that you had at the time lucky. You thought it was strange, but in your case, it helped with the proper diagnosis. You were also diagnosed with chronic anemia, and that was a diagnosis that could easily be solved with diet and supplements.

You, Steve, Bucky and Nat all exchange gifts. Bucky gets James a bear that looks like Captain America.

"James can take all the stupid with him," says Bucky.

Bucky and Nat got you and Steve a nice picture of you and Steve at your wedding. It's your first dance as a married couple, and you and Steve are staring at each other lovingly.

It's in a really pretty gold frame, that has a pair of bells on it with a ribbon. Your and Steve's wedding date is engraved on it.

You got Natasha some lovely gold earrings with a matching gold chain. For Bucky, you got him a nice camera.

You look at the engagement ring on Natasha's finger, and you hug and congratulate Natasha. It's a nice marquise diamond in a nice, yellow gold setting.

Steve also congratulates Bucky. You guys don't have any champagne, but that's okay. You can't drink because of the baby.

Steve makes some hot chocolate for everyone. You all are drinking hot cocoa in front of the fire, and are just having an amazing time talking.

Eventually, Bucky and Nat leave. You and Steve put on your PJ's, brush your teeth, and watch another movie. Eventually, you fall asleep, and Steve puts out the fire. He waits until it's out completely, and then he helps you to bed. He pulls the covers over you, kisses your forehead, and then says good night to James, and kisses your belly. Tomorrow, it will just be you and Steve, and Steve will do the laundry tomorrow.

You and Steve slow dance in the bedroom for a while. Steve gives you a loving kiss as you two are slow dancing in the bedroom with Christmas music playing in the background. Steve and you found love and happiness in each other.

You snuggle next to Steve and you're sleeping on his chest until you have to wake up and pee for what will be the first time that night because James has made a habit of sitting on your bladder.

[kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay]

So cold 🏔️

Summary: You - a rookie agent on their first mission - are sent out with none other than The Natasha Romanov. But what was supposed to be an easy job, suitable for your first timer status, quickly goes awry when Hydra agents unexpectedly ambush the two of you at your safe house.

You barely get away, always following the steady lead of your experienced partner, even when the path she chooses is icy and unforgiving. Can you keep up, or will you be left behind?

Pairing: Natasha Romanov x Reader

(I did not use any specifying descriptions for body type, skin colour, gender etc. so feel free to imagine whatver you like. Also, in case some descriptive word did escape my notice, please feel free to point it out and I will find a more neutral alternative)

Warnings: 18+, depictions of violence, use of weaponry (guns etc.), environmental extremes (snow storm, ice), detailed near death experience (almost freezing to death), angst, Natasha being a cryptic drama queen

Word count: 6.2k

Author's note: Hi there, long time no see lol. This is my entry for @the-slumberparty's "Christmas in July" challenge! All in the spirit of bringing some nice tropes and themes from the winter season into the heat of summer 🌨️ My chosen prompt/trope is 'Cuddling for warmth' with Natasha Romanov 🖤

I hope you enjoy 🥰💖

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“Keep going!” Natasha shouted in front of you, her head slightly tilted to the side as she spoke, so the wind wouldn't carry the words away before they reached your ears. “It's not much longer now, agent!”

You weren't cut out for this. You had massively misjudged your own abilities and it was coming back to bite you in the ass now.

She was wearing her usual attire, the thin suit not suited for this weather any better than your own tactical gear.

Your winter clothes were still back at the not-so-safe house you had to abandon after Hydra had invaded the space in search for you and the assassin still trudging ahead of you. Someone must've tipped them off that you were coming and they decided to nip the threat – aka you and Natasha – in the bud.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you panted, toes and fingers frozen from the icy winds. Snowflakes whipped around you, the cold ice crystals biting at your exposed skin. It felt like being poked with dozens of sharp needles.

Natasha and you barely escaped the awaiting Hydra agents and you did so only because of the seasoned assassin's quick wit and ability to improvise in any situation.

She had efficiently taken out the brunt of the attackers, pried a set of car keys from the pockets of a fallen agent and then shouted at you to follow her.

The two of you left, legs pumping and heads ducked as bullets shredded the bark of the pine trees surrounding the property.

The red-head was quick to spot the vehicle, or rather one of the vehicles, their enemy used to get to the secluded house and with a flick of her finger unlocked the correct car. The black, windowless van gave a short 'beep' and flashed its lights and you headed for it without hesitation.

How you went from being in a realtively safe vehicle to stumbling through the ice cold tundra of Svalbard?

Well, your attackers swiftly started the pursuit of you and your red-headed partner, so as soon as the opportunity presented itself, you ditched the car in a mostly hidden location and continued your escape on foot, this way they had no way of tracking you via the car.

So off you went, further away from what little civilization there was in the first place and out into the uncharted terrain of the arctic archipelago.

Your frozen fingers failed to hold the loaded hand gun you had kept at the ready and you cursed when it fell into the snow. You stiff body protested as you tried to bend down to pick the weapon up, frozen limbs making it hard to remain balanced. All it took for you to topple head first into the snow was a strong gust of wind.

The icy snow bit at your skin, the cold seeping through your clothes and settling deep in your bones. You whimpered pathetically, uncoordinated limbs flailing in the snow as you tried to regain your footing.

It was so cold. The wind didn't stop blowing, the snow didn't stop falling from the sky, the usually cheerful ice crystals now glinting with murderous intent as they settled down on your shaking form.

It was summer. You didn't even know it could get this cold somewhere in the middle of summer.

But out here, on this cluster of islands in the middle of the sea, surrounded by looming mountains and sparse plant life, the cold temperatures seemed to be at home. The glittering peaks rose around you, the snow covered stone giants looking down at you like sentient beings silently awaiting your demise.

A violent shiver ripped through your body and you picked up your heavy head to look at the darkening sky. Soon it would be night and the temperatures would keep plummeting.

The thought of freezing to death in this no mans land jolted your body into motion. Along with the terrifying discovery that you couldn't spot your partner anywhere.

Adrenaline poured into your system, forcing your limbs to move. You scrambled to your feet, your legs unsteady beneath you as you stared ahead but could not see any sign of Natasha.

Your gun was long forgotten, left behind thoughtlessly as you hurried through the snow, your frantic gaze sweeping from left to right.

The storm kept sweeping up the settled snow around you and the added snowflakes swirling down from above clouded your vision further, but not so much that you wouldn't be able to see the red-head, had she waited-

Maybe she didn't realise you fell. Maybe... Maybe you laid there longer than you think, motionless in the cold snow, and she didn't notice as she kept trudging along without you.

Panic spread through your chest, a sharp, stinging sensation that expanded to your stomach and made you jittery.

All caution thrown to the wind, you hurried ahead and called out.

“Hello? Agent Romanoff? Hello!”

Your voice briefly echoed around you before the strong winds carried it away, like a sentence written with ink washed away in water.

Tears gathered in your eyes and your throat closed up.

“Please! I'm here! Where are you?”

What if she was gone and you truly were alone? Would the weather get you first, or would Hydra sniff out your trail and kill you?

You should've just accepted a desk job. When SHIELD hired you, it was to join their army of secretive pencil pushers, not to become an agent in action. But as you underwent the mandatory training every single agent had to go through – whether they would see active duty or not – your skills had quickly gotten you a few recommendations and before you knew it, you had been bumped up from a desk job to a field agent.

Just like that.

And now you were forced to accept the consequences of a decision that wasn't even fully yours. You would pay with your life because someone thought you'd make a good field agent and decided your path for you.

You really should've insisted on your original placement. Safe and sound behind a desk, uncovering and hiding away state secrets and ending secret wars all with the push of a few buttons.

You dropped to the snowy ground again, your numb legs felled by a hidden obstacle that blocked your foot and sent you to your knees. Your hands hurt terribly when they made contact with the cold ground, but you didn't dare lift them lest you fall even further. You didn't think you'd be able to get up again.

“Natasha, help-” you shouted out weakly, your arms threatening to buckle beneath you. “I don't want to die.”

Tears flooded your eyes, the salty liquid drawing cold paths along your face and gathering at the tip of your nose before dropping to the cold ground.

Just as you were about to give up, your arms folding and knees slipping, a strong hand roughly grabbed your upper arm.

You let out a scream, your body raising whatever strenght you had left to struggle weakly against the sudden assault, when the flushed face of Agent Romanoff appeared in your vision.

“Agent!” she snapped, bending down fully to grab your other arm and hoist you to your feet.

Your struggle seized immediately and relief flooded through you at the sight of her. Your hands reached out, stiff fingers holding onto her arms with all your might. She was your life line and you wouldn't dare to let her go.

She was saying something, you could hear it, words said in an urgent, but controlled tone. You saw her lips moving, the scowl she wore as she stared at you. But you didn't understand any of it. You just stood there, clutching her arms and staring at her face with wide eyes.

“We have to move!” the woman snapped eventually. She pried your hands off her arms and moved next to you. She hooked one arm around your middle, while the other grabbed one of yours and slung it over her shoulder.

You weren't much help in your state of shock, your body slow and clumsy as she did her best to drag you along, regrettably leaving wide trails in the snow behind you. If you were lucky, the falling snow would cover your tracks before anyone could follow you.

The two of you kept going for what felt like ages until eventually, Natasha stopped in a thicket of bushes and trees. She gently lowered you down, leaning your trembling body against a tree trunk and then hurried away from you.

“Wait!” you called out, the thought of her leaving you again shaking you out of your stupor. You tried to push away from the trunk, to get to your feet and follow her, but your body gave out and you helplessly slumped back agains the rough bark.

Natasha didn't stop. She walked a few more steps before stopping and crouching on the ground. You could see her hands digging through the snow, her pale skin beginning to turn blue due to the cold.

A few moments later the red-head got up again, hands latched to something on the floor. She gave a violent pull, using all her strength, leaning her body into the motion and then, with a loud, tortured creak, a trap door opened in the ground.

She flung it open, the heavy metal thumping against the snow covered ground, and turned around to retrieve you from where she left you leaning against the tree.

“Come on, we're almost there,” she said, her voice still steady, though you thought you could hear a smidge of concern in her tone.

The assassin dragged you towards the bunker, your feet tripping over air as you clumsily moved along.

The trap door looked like a hungry maw as it greeted you surrounded by the blinding white of the snow, the sight of it sending a shiver through you that had nothing to do with the icy cold still surrounding you.

“Focus, there are stairs. I can't carry you down,” Natasha said firmly and you did your best to straighten up your slumped body draped over her much more steady form.

She led you down the first step, your clumsy feet slowly following her example, even if only just.

The two of you made your way further down until you reached the bottom of the stairs. It was a good thing too, because you were ready to keel over.

“Here, hold this,” the levelheaded red-head said as she lifted your arm from around her shoulders, leaned you against the bunker wall and pressed a flashlight into your numb hands. Your frozen fingers barely managed to curl around the object before she let go of it and then hurried up the stairs.

As you stood there, shaky legs hardly supoorting your own weight, a numbing sensation took the place of the ever biting cold. The loud 'thunk' of the trap door falling shut barely stirred you, the only thought that occurred was that you should stop feeling so numb with cold now that the wind and ice had been locked out.

But the numbed prickling sensation spreading all over your body made it feel like you were still left out in the storm where the ever creeping fingers of death slowly close around your heart, squeezing it in its icy hold.

“Hey, hey! Eyes on me, agent,” Natasha snapped, a light pop to your cheek startling your eyes open again. You hadn't even noticed they'd closed.

The red-head blew out a long breath as your unfocused gaze slowly zeroed in on her. She eyed you for a long moment before turning to the metal door that was inlaid into the cement wall at the bottom of the stairs. Her pale hands grasped the heavy wheel attached to the door and turned it with all her might until it began turning with a defeaning screech.

You didn't have the energy to actually jerk at the unpleasant sound, your muscles so drained they'd even stopped their violent trembling. You didn't think that was a good thing. Didn't muscles tremble as a way to warm up your body?

The door swung open with another tortured sound and Natasha disappeared inside right after plucking the flashlight from your grasp. You swayed in place, body threatening to fold the longer you stood in the dark.

A few long moments passed and you were starting to grow restless at Natasha's absence. Taking a determined – and horribly misjudged – step forward, you immediately began to crumple to the floor in a decidedly unelegant way and with a hoarse squeak, followed by the loud 'thump' of your body hitting the cement floor.

Strangely enough, there wasn't really a sensation of pain, merely a dulled throb in your knees and elbows.

A light humming sound started to pick up around you just as you found yourself lying on the floor, the flickering of the overhead lights hurting your tired eyes.

Natasha must've found the generator. Or whatever else was used to power this ancient bunker.

You heard the quiet sounds of her light steps growing louder and eventually a cursed “Great!” uttered by her. “Can't leave you alone for a single second. How the hell did you pass your field training...”

She looped her arms underneath yours and began dragging your limp form into the bunker. Your wet clothes left a streak across the bleak floor.

“ 'm tired,” you mumbled, your thoughts swimming aimlessly around your cottony head.

“You're not allowed to sleep. That's an order from your superior Agent,” Natasha barked through clenched teeth.

She heaved your heavy body onto something soft – well, not exactly soft, but definitely softer than the unforgiving floor – and rolled you around until you laid on your back and stared up at the grey ceiling.

“We gotta get you out of your wet clothes. They will cool you down and that's the last thing we need right now,” Natasha informed you, her hand briefly touching your frozen cheek before wandering lower and working on quickly removing your layers of wet clothes.

You tried to help as best as you could, straining to lift limbs and shift left or right so she could slip off various items of clohting until you were left in your sports bra and panties. They too were slightly damp, but you were glad Natasha had decided to grant you your modesty. Not that you could have protested if she had wanted to take the last of your coverage as well.

The red-head had talked to you the entire time, keeping your mind engaged and awake. She was still talking now, her voice much more soothing than before, the tense edge gone from her rich baritone.

Some feeling was slowly coming back to your extremeties and you finally noticed how warm it was in the small underground room – and how cold you were in comparison.

Sharp, stinging pain started to needle at every inch of your skin and you had absolutely no control over the tears that rose unbidden to your eyes, barely brimming along your waterline before spilling over with a weak sob rattling in your hollow chest.

“I wan' go home,” you slurred, tears running down your temples and into your hairline.

“Hey, it's alright. You'll go home, don't worry. I'll make sure of it,” Natasha's voice soothed you.

You were so occupied with crying and suddenly fearing for your life that you didn't notice the red-head had dressed down to her underwear as well and was now climbing onto what seemed to be a sturdy, wall-mounted cot jutting out from the bleak cement walls.

The mattress dipped beneath her body as she climbed on, shuffling carefully on her knees and using her hands to roll you a little further towards the wall.

The movement jostling your body made you aware of the sublte tremble that overtook your muscles once more as you laid on the firm cot. Tears were still trickling down your face and your breathing came in shaky stutters. There were so many things you wanted to say, last words and farewells for Natasha to deliver to your loved ones, but nothing but chocked crying and shuddery breaths made it past you ice-cold lips.

“I'm going to get you warmed up. I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable with this, but I don't know how else to help you,” Natasha explained evenly.

She had shuffled down to lie next to you, her front pressed againt the curve of your spine. You felt the faint vibration of her voice against you trembling back. Your core muscles had begun to shake violently now, the cooled down flesh trying to preserve body heat with a desperate last measure.

“Come here,” the older woman muttered behind you, wrapping her arm around you and pulling your bodies flush together. Her bent legs fit perfectly against your own, her thighs slotted up against the underside of yours and her scarred knees firmly lodged in place in the soft backside of your own.

She reached out to pull the thin blanket over your bodies, carefully making sure that it covered you from your neck down to your frozen toes that still felt concerningly numb.

“S-so c-co- cold,” you mumbled, your tired eyes falling shut as you instinctively nestled back against Natasha's warm body as much as you could in your delirious, weakened state.

“Shh, you'll be warmer soon. Just stay with me, rookie,” the red-head soothed, her hand resting on your soft belly making the smallest of circling motions to calm you.

The touch was so soft, your frozen body almost didn't register it as you sniffled through the gradually slowing tears wetting your cold face.

“ 'wan home,” you tiredly slurred again, your mind getting slow and foggy as you laid tucked up against Natasha, your trembling muscles shaking the mattress.

Bone deep exhaustion was creeping in, the emotional and physical shock of the day's events dragging you under at last, drowning your conscience in thick darkness.

-

“-Ookie. Wake up.”

Silence.

“-gotta wake up.”

A murmur.

“Can you hear me?”

Your eyes fluttered open for a moment, blurry vision hardly able to focus on your surroundings. The only thing your sluggish mind registered was the glaring light brightening up the space you found yourself in.

“There we go. Come on, keep those eyes open.”

There was a light tap to your cheek. A warm hand settled on the skin and popped against it a couple of times until your eyes opened once more.

“Hey, look at me.”

It took you a moment to figure out what was going on. Your eyes settled on a familiar red-head who stood in front of the cot you were curled up on in nothing but your practical underwear.

Natasha was in the same state of undress, her hair in a mussed up bun. A few strands fell in her eyes when she bent over to stare down at you with observant green eyes.

“Mmh... wha'?” you mumbled, eyes blearily blinking up at the woman who scanned your face carefully.

Your cheek itched and you instinctively reached up, heavy arm fighting against exhausted muscles to scratch the itch.

“You can move, that's good,” Natasha observed and straightened back up. “Stay awake. You need to eat and drink.”

It took you a moment to understand her words and then the dramatic position you had found yourself in not long ago filtered back into your foggy thoughts.

The ice and the snow, the freezing winds tearing at your clothes. You'd fallen, unable to get back up from the frozen ground... After that, flashes of the red-head's face, her hands on your trembling body, dragging you, undressing you, holding you.

“You- you saved me,” you uttered quietly, the words clearer now that you became fully conscious.

Natasha stopped in her tracks. She had already turned her back on you, walking off towards the other end of the room, but your quiet voice made her halt. She glanced at you over her shoulder.

“Yes, I did,” she said evenly and continued her path. “You're welcome.”

You stared after her for a moment, watching as she strode across the cement floor, the glaring ceiling lights throwing her shadow on the ground, until it became too hard to keep your eyes open and you surrendered to the pull of your heavy lids.

“Didn't I tell you to keep your eyes open, rookie. I was under the impression you were good at following orders,” Natasha's voice came from right in front of you, startling your tired eyes open again.

“Sorry. I'm tired,” you mumbled and rubbed your eyes before maneuvering an arm under your body and pressing up into a more upright position. It was hard on your tired muscles and Natasha saw you straining.

She set the bowls she was holding onto the floor and reached out to hoist you into a sitting position with your back leaning against the cool wall behind you. Then she grabbed the bowls and handed you one before climbing into the bed beside you and pulling the blanket over both of you.

“Eat,” Natasha ordered curtly. She didn't shy away from physical contact despite her distant behaviour, quite the opposite. She settled close to you, her side pressed against yours. She was warmer than you, but not noticably so.

It made you realise that, for the first time since you and your partner had fled your safe house at the edge of the sleepy town, you weren't cold. You weren't shaking, your limbs weren't growing numb or stinging from the biting cold.

“Thank you,” you said quietly after having a mouthful of the hot broth steaming in the tin bowl. “For the food and... you know.”

“You're welcome. Now eat. I didn't go through all the trouble of dragging your frozen ass through the tundra just so you die of malnutrition,” the red-head said, nudging your side with her elbow without looking up from the bowl of broth she made and continued eating.

Somehow her answer didn't feel genuine, but then again, saving lives was more or less her job, so maybe she didn't expect any big displays of grattitude.

You tried to shrug it off and silently finished your food. It was tiring, holding the bowl and bringing the spoon to your lips for every bite. The ordeal in the cold had sucked every bit of energy from your body and now that you weren't actively freezing to death or delirious it hit you like a train.

You came incredibly close to losing your life. The realisation was humbling and terrifying and it filled you with so much grattitude towards your mission partner. If it wasn't for her experience in the field, her quick thinking and acting, you would be dead. Not frozen to death in the stormy tundra, no. You would've died with a bullet in your back the moment you were ambushed if it wasn't for Natasha.

Your shaky hands set the empty bowl down in your lap and you raised your gaze, properly studying the space you were in for the first time. It was a bunker, practical, bare, down to the point.

Cement floors and walls, several bunk beds jutting out from the walls, a small nook that held old kitchen appliances, a rickety set of chairs and a table. Several filing cabinets stood pushed up against the far wall to your right.

“Where are we?” you asked, hoping to keep your spiraling thoughts about your fragile existence at bay as well as wanting to fill the eerie quiet surrounding you.

“A bunker,” Natasha supplied very unhelpfully. She pushed up from the cot, pulling the blanket off her body and tucking it back around yours before taking your bowl from your lap and bringing it with her to the kitchen space.

“I.. I can see that. I know I'm a rookie, but I'm not that clueless,” you replied, somewhat irritated at her curt responses.

You thanked her for saving you and for the food. You were trying to make conversation. Why was she being so dismissive? You didn't do anything wrong.

“You almost died out in the cold if it wasn't for me. Not to mention that you lost your firearm. I'd say you're fairly clueless,” Natasha pointed out, her voice still infuriatingly even. As if she didn't care, as if you were nothing but an inconvenience for her.

You clenched your jaw, anger bubbling up beneath your skin. She wasn't being fair. You didn't ask for this. Someone made the decision for you, telling you you'd be better off as a field agent rather than wasting your talents behind a desk. None of this was your fault.

“I- This-” you started, chest puffed out and hands weakly clutching at your blanket.

“Think before you speak,” Natasha commented, leisurely washing the bowls and spoons you had used.

That did it. Your eyes bore into her back, a snarl twisting your features.

Shoving – well, in your state it was more a weak flopping of limbs – the blanket away from your body, you somehow managed to maneuver yourself to the edge of the cot and began to get up.

“Stop it! I- I didn't ask for any of this. This is my first time in the field, a decision that was made for me. They kept telling me I shouldn't waste my skills on a desk job and I was stupid enough to believe them! And look where it got me. I almost died! I could've been dead. Shot, stabbed, tortured by Hydra agents, frozen to death in the snow like some unloved pet left by an owner! It's not my fault things went sideways and I can't be blamed for not knowing better either, so stop acting like I'm some dumbass who purposely makes things difficult for you, you- urgh”

The moment you tried to push yourself up into a standing position to march over to the seemingly indifferent red-head your legs gave out beneath you. You vision swam, head pounding as your heart pumped desperately in your chest to supply your brain with enough oxygen and keep you from passing out.

Natasha was by your side in the blink of an eye. Your knees barely got the chance to touch the floor before she caught you, hands shoved under your arms to keep you from slamming into the cement floor like a sack of potatoes.

She gave a sigh, muttering something under her breath as she heaved your floppy body back onto the mattress and moved you onto your side. She drew the blanket back over your exposed body and then gripped your chin between her index and thumb.

Your vision was still a little blurry, thoughts scrambled from the sudden collapse that you probably should have anticipated considering your current state.

“Stay in bed, rookie. You're gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up,” Natasha reprimanded.

Assumingly having found what she was looking for, the red-head released your face and settled it back on the pillow.

You watched her groggily, eyes following her shape as she retrieved something from a squeaky cupboard and returned to you. It was a water bottle by the looks of it. You couldn't read the label.

Natasha opened the bottle with a swift twist of the cap and then reached behind your neck to prop your head up enough so you could drink from the bottle she held to your lips.

When she deemed that you had had enough, she pulled the bottle away and put your head back on the pillow.

You were too embarassed to speak, ashamed of your outburst and your collapse. Once again, she had to help you. You really were clueless. Not that it could be expected otherwise, seeing as this was your first mission. And it immediately went awry.

Natasha didn't say anything else either. She merely climbed back up onto the mattress, carefully climbing over your lax body and settling close behind, once again molding your two forms together.

After a while of tense silence, you let out a sigh.

“Sorry.”

Natasha merely hummed at your apology.

You began wracking your brain for more words to say, something to convince the woman that you never meant to make things difficult for her, but that you simply didn't know any better. Before any of those half-bakes sentences can make it past your lips though, Natasha begins to speak.

“It's an old soviet bunker. I know it from my days with Dreykov.”

It took you a moment to place her words, not expecting the sudden change of topic.

So that's where you were. An old soviet bunker. You could only thank the stars that it was Natasha Romanov who you had been sent out with. Anyone else might not have had this knowledge and you would've ended up dead in the snow.

“Okay... How- How did you know it was deserted?” you asked hesitantly.

“I didn't.” Natasha replied bluntly, shifting behind you to press closer. You knew it was only to keep your body temperature up and steady after the hypothermia, but you couldn't help but take comfort from the action.

“But- What would you have done if there were people here? Armed people?” you wondered, images of bloody scenes flashing before your eyes. You shuddered, head dipping down and body nestling back against Natasha's firm one.

“I would've killed them.”

That gave you a pause.

“You- you would've... of course you would,” you stuttered and then gave up with a huff. You didn't know what you expected.

“You're my responsibilty, rookie. I don't like to see colleagues dying on the job,´not if I can help it,” Natasha said. She lifted the arm she'd kept on her hip over your waist, settling her hand on your soft tummy just the way she had done when she climbed onto the cot last time. “Especially not sweet ones like you.”

Your stomach squeezed strangely at the unexpected compliment, a giddy kind of feeling bubbling up in your overtired mind.

“What? I'm not- not sweet,” you deflected, flustered and confused. She was being so steely before and now she complimented you out of nowhere.

“You are. And green behind the ears like no other,” Natasha said matter of factly, causing you to pout a little.

Yes, you didn't have experience, but according to your trainers and superiors you had at least some skill, otherwise they wouldn't have sent you out in the field. Still something you deeply regretted not turning down.

“I usually don't take new recruits on missions. I either work alone or have an experienced agent of my choosing with me. Most of the time Barton, if he's available,” the woman added.

You frowned. Was she regretting this mission? Regretting that she had given it a try to go out on a job with someone less experienced and steady?

“But... why did they send me with you then? They should know you don't work with noobs like me and reagrding your stature in the Agency... Well, I'd like to think they respect your wishes,” you mumbled.

“Oh, they do. I asked for you as my partner. It would've been an uneventful solo mission, so taking you to show you the ropes seemed sensible,” the red-head revealed.

Her words made you stop. She'd requested you as her partner when she could've easily done this by herself without any complications? You didn't get it.

The Black Widow, a former KGB agent and most feared assassin, wasn't known for such niceties. What could have possibly made her think you were worth her time?

Thankfully, Natasha didn't let your thoughts spiral too far.

“I knew the moment I laid eyes on you during your training that the field wasn't your place. You are good, yes. In a controlled environment. But out here, away from shooting ranges and bullet-proof vests? You hesitate. You think too much and it will get you killed. So I made sure that wouldn't happen and that, after all this, you can go back and start that desk job you applied for,” she concluded.

There were countless questions swirling through your head, each one fighting to be ask first.

“Does that make me less?” was the question spilling forth before any of the others.

Natasha sighed. She shifted behind you, legs pressing closer to yours.

“Some would think so. But it doesn't,” she said. For a moment you thought that was it, but after a short silence the red-head kept going.

“There's a reason we all have our strengths and weaknesses. Every job needs doing, no matter how inconsequential it might seem. If not for cleaners and refuse collectors, who would keep our streets and public spaces clean? They are just as fundamentally important to our life in society as any politician or police officer. The same goes for you. We need people out in the field, but without the people behind the desks, directing them, gathering information, finding new sources and uncovering secrets, they would be lost.”

Her words stunned you. They came unexpected. You thought highly of Natasha Romanov, but she always seemed untouchable, so above everything else. It surprised you that she had such on open view of the world. So many active duty agents that you had met in your short time at Shield constantly frowned upon and made jokes about their stationary colleagues who sat behind desks, organised meetings and collected information.

“That... That's a very nice way of looking at things,” you replied eventually.

Once more the red-head only gave a hum. It made you feel like you had overstayed your welcome by asking questions she had to obligation to answer. Then again, she did say she chose you to come on a mission with her, so...

Yes, so what? What was her reasoning for that? She said she knew you weren't fit for the job when she saw you at training. But what does that mean? Why didn't she just report her opinion to someone in charge and spared you all this hassle? Why did she care at all?

“Why me? Why do you care what happens to me?” you blurted out, unable to hold back the burning question that plagued your mind.

“I see a lot and I hear a lot,” Natasha replied cryptically, before continuing in clearer terms. “It is part of the profession. And sometimes, when I see something, I decide that I want to see more. To know more, hear more, learn more. And when I saw you, well, I wanted to do exactly that. To follow the intrigue and see what hid behind it.”

“But I'm not very intrigung, am I?” you deflected nervously.

“Hm, to me you are. You're sweet. Would be a shame for you to be gone before I ever got the chance to have a proper conversation with you, don't you think?”

You found it strange that they were sending you with the Black Widow on your very first mission. It was even stranger that besides a stake out here and there, much of your time was spent with her in close quarters doing not much of anything. Well, before things went sideways, anyway.

It couldn't be that the woman behind you chose you simply for selfish reasons? To get to know you and watch you up close?

'I'm going mad' you thought to yourself, your still sluggish head unable to wrap around the truth that was slowly being revealed piece by piece.

A squeeze around your middle brought you back to the present moment.

“Don't worry you pretty little head about it, rookie. I already contacted Fury when you were sleeping. The communication systems down here are outdated, but I made it work. They are sending an extraction team for us and backup to sniff out where Hydra is hiding. Soon, we'll be back and then you have all the time in the world to figure this out,” Natasha said, the slightest bit of a teasig undertone to her voice.

“Until then, sleep. You need it and I need you to make a full recovery,” she added at last.

You wanted to say more, protest that you weren't tired and wanted to figure out what she was so intriguingly hinting at, but your body agreed with Natasha's statement.

A shuddered jawn tumbled out of your mouth and you could already feel your eyes fluttering shut despite your efforts to keep them open.

A soft humming sound came from behind you, helping you drift off to sleep until the last thing you remembered was a rough hand softly stroking your skin until you fell asleep.

...

There we go! A little late, but I managed after all! Cuddling for warmth is such a weakness of mine, especially when it is with my favourite Agent and Partner in crime Natasha Romanov 😌😇 I'd let her cuddle me day and night. I'm very squishy and soft, so perfect for snuggling! 🥺🥰

I really appreciate being allowed to submit this late 😅😳 and I hope you enjoy this angsty detour into the icy, nothern territories that, even in summer, are cold and unforgiving ❄️🤍

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Kinkmas (10)- Let It Snow

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: When a mission on Christmas Eve goes wrong and leaves you and Natasha stranded in a random cabin in the woods, you can’t help but be disappointed at the way you were going to spend your first Christmas together. Natasha, however, shows you that it’s not so bad being stuck together.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of Missions, Brief Angst(?), Fluff, Teasing, Smut, Dom Reader/Sub Natasha, Soft Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex, Begging

Kinkmas Masterlist

Your gaze was firmly locked on the fire that crackled in front of you, eyes taking in every little flame that flickered and wavered, the orange hue illuminating the abandoned cabin the two of you had found, the warmth desperately needed.

Your body was pressed up against the redhead’s, front flush against her back in an attempt to keep her warm, your clothes draped over old furniture near the fireplace in hopes of drying it off, the fabric soaked as you trudged through the blizzard that occurred outside as you seeked refuge in the abandoned cabin. The two of you immediately searched for sheets to wrap up in, needing to take off the wet clothing and make a fire to prevent hypothermia, the two of you luckily trained to adapt in these situations.

So here you were, the two of you locked in an embrace in front of a fire, bodies wrapped up in old cotton sheets as your arms snaked around her middle, head resting atop of hers as you felt her shiver slightly, your eyes still transfixed on the fire in front of you both, lost in thought.

“Detka?” Natasha hummed softly, trying her best to read your body language and lack of communication as you sat silently behind her, your arms a little tense around her waist, legs seemingly unable to remain still as you bounced one of them slightly, nerves and discomfort evident in your features. She tilts her head back slightly, causing yours to move from her silky locks, eyes blinking as you look away from the fire to her mesmerising green, snapping yourself back to reality.

“Are you alright?” you ask as she looks at you curiously, gaze wandering over your features as she takes in your slightly red cheeks, the tip of your nose also red from the cold weather you’d previously endured, gaze lifting to the subtle way you scrunch your eyebrows, worry and confusion creeping onto your face.

“I’m fine,” she whispers back, honesty lacing her tone making your brows furrow a little more, confused as to why she was looking at you in that way, her fingers trailing down your forearms and down to your fingers, interlocking them softly, intimately, as she made sure you were alright, not used to seeing you like this after a mission. “Are you alright?” she asked cautiously, not quite sure as to what had caused this unusual mood from you, your gaze flickering away from hers nervously, the action not being missed by the spy. Something was definitely wrong.

“I’m fine, love,” you murmur back, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, listening to the whistling wind outside and for anything or anyone else, your body still on edge from the mission, adrenaline still flowing throughout your body as you tried to remain calm and collected, pushing your slight paranoia to the side.

“You’re an awful liar, Detka,” she teases softly to lighten the mood, turning around in your arms and prompting you to let her hands go, your eyes naturally drifting down to the exposed skin that you could see before snapping back up to her eyes, the small smirk toying at the corner of her lips indicating she saw your gaze, cheeks tinting a darker shade. “What’s wrong?” she asks, fingers moving to play with the baby strands at the back of your neck as she straddled your lap, your mind trying to remember how to function with her sat on top of you like that, the dark spiral of thoughts about the mission seeming to fade from your mind.

“I…” you start but the raise of her brow and the look in her eyes has you pausing in your lie, a sigh of defeat leaving you as you snake your arms around her once again, wanting to pull her impossibly closer. “I don’t want to be here,” you mutter as your head rests against her shoulder, her fingers sliding up into your hair and scratching at your scalp, lulling you into a more relaxed state, body still a little tense though.

“Surely I’m not that bad as company,” she whispers once again with a slight teasing tone, your lips naturally pulling into a smile at her actions and words, her ability to calm you something you’ve always appreciated. “Why don’t you want to be here?” she asks, her tone soft and curious, waiting for you to answer and help her solve the mystery of your current mood.

“Because it’s Christmas Eve Nat,” you say, a little annoyance in your tone that wasn’t directed at her, more the Hydra agents that ruined your mission and made you miss your ticket out of the snowy terrain. Her green softened at your tone, her mouth parting a little, having thought you didn’t want to do anything special for Christmas. “I just- I just want to be home, with the team, with you,” you explain, feeling rather stupid for ranting, the secret plans you had going to waste, “Instead, I’m here, in this freezing cabin not knowing when we’re going to leave, if we’re safe. What if one of the Hydra agents followed us? What if-”

“Hey,” she says, cold fingertips cupping your cheeks and guiding you to look up into her green, her fingers brushing over your warm skin softly. “Don’t go down the spiral of what ifs,” she murmurs gently, knowing it was the worst thing to do after a mission, your eyes trained on hers, letting the emerald soothe you. “We’re safe and we’re together, just focus on that for the moment Detka,” her voice was wrapped in a comforting tone, your lips forming a small smile at the tender one she offers you, lips titling to briefly meet hers.

“I know but,” you trail off, a hint of doubt still gnawing at the back of your mind, “I think I’m going to check outside once more,” you say, letting out a heavy sigh as you go to move, her body on top of yours preventing you, her hands moving to your shoulders, firmly keeping you still.

“You’re not going outside to check Detka, we’re safe, I promise you,” her words are slow and laced with confidence and care, trying to emphasise to you her point, wanting you to stop worrying. “Plus, the weather outside is frightful, and the fire is so delightful,” she sings softly, a huff of laughter escaping you as you cast your gaze back up into her alluring green, unable to stop the small smile creeping onto your lips as you shake your head at her antics.

“Nat,” you whined a little, her simply chuckling softly, fingers trailing along your bare shoulders, dipping lower behind your back to lift the sheet back over you.

“You’re the one who mentioned Christmas,” she teases, lips pecking yours intimately as you melt against her body, arms wrapping back around her body and caressing her perfectly sculpted curves. “Promise me you’ll stop worrying, Detka,” she whispers as her forehead leans against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you try your best to forget about the haunting mission, your mind focussing on her and only her.

“Ok,” you murmur back, tilting your head to catch her lips, claiming them briefly and further allowing you to delve into the thoughts about her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you wanted Christmas to be special,” she murmurs after a comfortable silence, your head pulling back from hers to look into her apologetic green, noticing each and every swirl of emerald overflowing with love. The two of you had never mentioned anything about the festive season so Natasha naturally assumed you weren’t a massive fan of it, your immediate response to shut anything down about it her biggest indicator.

“It’s ok,” you mumble but Natasha gathers that you don’t truly mean it, “It just means my surprise plan can’t fail because it can’t happen,” you joke, trying to make yourself feel a little better as the last few weeks of planning a surprise without her, the infamous Black Widow, figuring it out was difficult and involved a lot of effort on your behalf.

“You planned something?” she asks, her head tilting curiously making you smile sheepishly, an excitement and flood of warmth filling her at your thoughtfulness.

“Maybe,” you mutter, shrugging your shoulders innocently to tease her, knowing you were going to spill everything to her as you’d been waiting ages to see her reaction to it, it just sadly wasn’t going to be the way you wanted it to be.

“Tell me all about it, Detka,” she encourages, fingers returning to the back of your neck, her eyes slowly drifting across your features as you both admire one another, your thoughts successfully straying away from the mission entirely.

“The first step was to bring you breakfast in bed,” you explain, watching how her eyes soften as you continue, “I persuaded Wanda into helping me learn how to make syrniki,” the dish a traditional Russian cheese pancake you overheard Nat talking about once, saying how she hadn’t had them for years and craved them. Natasha’s heart was unable to process the overwhelming feeling of love bubbling in her chest, warmth enveloping her entirely as she can’t help but gaze at your wide smile, excitement replacing the worry in your eyes.

“Syrniki,” she corrects softly, your pronunciation a little off making you blush a little, remembering Wanda’s teasing comments on your pronunciation as you somehow kept adding syllables.

“Syrniki,” you try again, her smile growing a little wider as you say it correctly, your fingers trailing higher up on her back and tracing over the various muscles that twitched under your slightly cold fingertips, your mind thinking through rest of the plan, deciding on what to tell her. “I’d bring you those and traditional Russian tea before we go into the living area for a surprise,” your tone growing more excited, her brow raising expectantly at your words.

“Surprise?” She asks amused, a hint of curiosity lacing her tone as your genuine smile makes her ponder what it could be, the spy usually able to figure out what you were hiding. “I assume you’re not going to tell me then,” she whispers, leaning down briefly to let her lips ghost yours as you scrunch your nose cutely at her antics, knowing how she was going to try and trick you into giving her what she wanted.

“Nope,” you say while popping the ‘p’, claiming her lips cheekily as she can’t help but roll her eyes at you playfully, “You can interrogate me all you want, I’m not spoiling this one,” you murmur against her lips as she brushes hers over yours once again, her gentle breath caressing your mouth.

“Even if I use my very specific skill set on you?” she teases, tone dropping an octave as you merely chuckle at her seductive words, not wanting to give in despite the warmth pooling between your thighs.

“Nope,” you repeat, popping the ‘p’ once again to further torment her, her huffing a laugh out against you before melting further against your body, arching her back slightly to press further into your toned and warm body. “And then after the surprise,” you say, exaggerating the word to tease her even more, the surprise being a visit from Yelena as Natasha had struggled to locate her sister after the two of them met to save the Widows from the Red Room, having mentioned it to you multiple times how she wished to see the blonde again. “It’s present time,” you say, grin somehow growing as you think about the domestic scene of the whole team just spending time together, trying to be normal instead of heroes of the world for a moment and relax with one another. After that it was going to be the plan Natasha already knew with Tony and Clint bringing their children around, everyone in charge of helping out with the various bundles of joy and dinner Wanda was in charge of, the redhead excited to spend time with the mini Bartons as always. “Then, later on after dinner and the children have gone to bed, I was hoping to give you another present,” you murmur, a hint of suggestiveness underlying your words as her smile turns into a sultry smirk, her brow raising a little once again as you sit up straighter, letting your lips brush over hers again while your arm wraps around her waist, Natasha welcoming your subtle advances.

“Another present huh?” she sighs out as you lift her off your lap and flip the two of you around, gently laying her down on the old bear rug, the sheet sprawling behind her and accommodating the red locks that cascade down onto the cream material. “What does this present entail?” she softly murmurs as her fingers guide your head down to meet her lips, claiming them softly as her legs wrap around your waist, encouraging you to press your body into hers, one of your hands bracing you above her body and the other cupping her cheek, deepening the soft kiss.

“It involves me showing my girlfriend how much I love her,” you rasp out into a kiss, tongue effortlessly sliding into her mouth, the two of you fighting a little for dominance as the kiss gradually grows more intense and messy, the redhead eventually caving and giving in to your wet and wanting mouth, a small moan leaving her. Your lips tug into a smirk as she lets you take control, your mind fogging with desire as you pull back from the passionate kiss, panting for breath as a string of saliva connects your lips, her tilting her head back up to crash her lips back to yours, a sudden intensity and lust taking over you as your bare bodies press into each other, her nails scratching down your back satisfyingly. “How much I love her beauty,” you husk out, trailing your kisses along her sharp jawline, nipping occasionally to watch the creamy skin tint red momentarily, soft gasps leaving her at every teasing touch, her head lolling back and encouraging you to go lower. “How much I love her moans,” you whisper, mouth at the shell of her ear, a small groan leaving her as your hand drifts lower, nail scratching down her abdomen, feeling her muscles twitch and tense under your sinful touch, the pad of your finger resting at her hip bone, tracing idle patterns to make her head spin with arousal. “The taste of her on my tongue,” your tone sultry as you swipe your finger through her folds teasingly, coating your digit in the arousal that’s pooling between her thighs, Natasha’s heart pounding against her ribcage as arousal has consumed her sane thoughts, her eyes meeting yours and overwhelmed by the sheer amount of love in them, your enamoured gaze going straight to her core.

“Detka,” she sensually sighs out, your lips finding hers once again, pouring all your emotions into it as her back arches off the sheet slightly, giving you the space to slide your hand more comfortably between your bodies, your finger brushing over her clit and earning a soft moan in response, the sound causing a throb between your thighs. You drag your finger through her slick, spreading it around her wet sex as she moans once again, your head spinning with the thought of her as you work her up slowly, your lips a contrast to your steady pace as the two of you refuse to part, a mischievous idea entering your mind, your teeth gently dragging her lower lip down before releasing it, casting your gaze to her eyes, enticing her emerald to stay trained on you.

“It’s just a shame it’s not Christmas yet,” you murmur teasingly against her lips, pulling away from her body as far as you can before her legs instinctively wrap back around your body, her strong thighs effortlessly pulling you back into her.

“It’s Christmas somewhere in the world right now,” she reasons while pulling you by your shoulders back down, a chuckle leaving you as you return your hand to between her thighs, her teeth warningly nipping your lower lip at your playful actions. “Please,” she whispers against your lips and you can’t help but smile smugly at the pleading tone to her voice, her hand wrapping around your wrist and silently requesting you to give her what she desperately wants.

You move your finger back through the abundance of arousal that’s pooled between her thighs, sliding your finger to her clit and slowly circling it to begin with, your mouth claiming her lips once again, addicted to her soft, plump ones while her hands bury themselves into your hair, keeping you as close as possible. As you touch grows more confident and firmer, moans spilling from her lips and her hips rolling against your hand, you sigh into her welcoming mouth, the kiss that was feverish and teasingly full of tongue breaking off as she struggles to reciprocate it, your mouth descending down her jaw and the column of her throat, teeth scraping against the warm skin tauntingly.

You can feel the vibrations of her muffling a moan when you slide your finger down to her entrance, teasingly thrusting it in before sliding it out, coaxing her to chase your finger with her hips as she bucks against you, the redhead able to feel you smirking against her skin.

“I want to hear you,” you mumble against her neck as you continue in your journey down her body, a desperate sigh leaving her as you enjoy watching her give you control, the power going a little to your head. “You’ve got to tell me if you want something,” you tease, lips meeting the burning skin of her shoulder, your touch driving her delirious with desire as you toy with her body in all the right ways, every brief touch sending heat between her thighs, your finger coated in her arousal.

“Detka,” she groans, a little reluctant to beg just yet, your smirk growing wider as her body shows her desperation, your mind savouring this side of her as it was rare she’d let you be so in control of her body. “I…” She trails off as your mouth ghosts over her sensitive chest, tongue flicking over her nipple tauntingly, revelling in how she arches her back into your touch, fingers tightening their grip in your hair.

“You what, love? You need to use your words for me,” your words and dominant tone makes Natasha’s composure crack, an unrestricted moan leaving her lips as she gives in to submission, your lips pressing a gentle kiss to each of her breasts, your finger continuing to tease her entrance, waiting for her to tell you what she wants.

“I need you,” she whimpers out ever so quietly, eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on the way your mouth kisses everywhere but where she wants you at her chest, lips peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses along her soft skin. “Fuck me…Please,” she pleads, your head leaving her chest and claiming her lips passionately, your finger finally sliding into her earning a broken moan, pleasure jolting through her body.

“That’s it,” you praise as she moans into your eager mouth before you part from her mouth once again, letting the room fill with the sinful sounds that spill from her lips and the wet sound of your finger sliding into her dripping core at a torturous pace.

“Please Detka, Fuck,” she groans when you kiss lower down her body, teeth nipping at her hip bone as you slide your finger back in slowly, purposely taking your time with her as you intended to drive her mad with your touch, her eyes fluttering open and casting down to where you were, meeting your enamoured gaze as you curl your digit inside her, the redhead’s mouth parting at the feeling. “Shit, just like that, please do that again,” she practically begged as you thrust your finger back in, hitting her sweet spot perfectly while heat floods through you at the sound of her desperate voice.

“Do you need more, love?” You mumble against her skin as your mouth hovers over her intoxicating core, wanting to hear how desperate she is for you, your finger persisting with your deliberately slow pace, gradually building the pleasure within her as her hips gently rock against your hand, pleasure building at the pit of her stomach.

“Please,” is all she moans back in response, your resolve crumbling, unable to resist her anymore as your mouth licks a stripe up her core, moans escaping you both at the feeling.

Your wet and warm mouth sparks pleasure and delirium within her, her hips bucking up against you as you nuzzle your face closer, desperate to get a better taste of her heavenly arousal on your tongue, intending to show her exactly how much you love her.

The sound of her lewd moans and the taste of her on your tongue makes you lightheaded with the thought of her, addicted and constantly craving more of her as your tongue swipes through her folds, pleasure flooding through her body as you thrust your fingers into her faster, forgoing with anymore teasing as you couldn’t handle anymore, never mind her.

Her fingers tighten once again in your hair, nails scratching your scalp to create a dull pain while your hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her impossibly closer as you get lost within her, lips wrapping around her clit and sucking firmly as you focussed on every little reaction she offered you. You longed to forever remember the desperate moan that was ripped from the back of her throat at the way your finger curled and mouth sucked on her at the same time, the hitch of her breath as your tongue swirled around her clit, the way her body twitched as pleasure took over her, swiftly pushing her towards her release. You needed to remember it all.

Her hips soon started to roll against your mouth, coating your chin in her slick as your tongue lapped at her clit, alternating between sucking firmly and swirling your tongue around her, sinful sounds spilling from her lips as her body started to tremble in your grasp, her moans growing louder at you slide in another finger, stretching her out beautifully.

“Detka, I- Please,” are the only words that she can manage as one of her hands shoot down to grip the sheet beneath her, knuckles bleeding white whilst her other one persists in keeping your head between her thighs, needing you to push her over the edge. “Please don’t stop,” she groans as you curl both of your fingers against her sweet spot, her vision almost blurring at the overwhelming feeling of love and pleasure coursing through her body, your body desperate to watch her fall apart at your touch.

“Look at me,” you rasp out against her core, the vibrations from your words causing her hips to buck against you harder, a whimper leaving her at your tone. When her eyes stay squeezed shut due to the euphoria flooding through her, you ask her again, your tone dropping an octave to gain her attention, “Look at me, Love,” you repeat, lust and desire swirling in your eyes at you peer up at her between her legs, her body waiting for you to let it experience the wave of pleasure. When her emerald caught yours, it was like time froze for a moment, the way each swirl of green that were laced with desperation stared at you had you forgetting about everything else in the world but her. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, needed you to make her come, to fall apart in your arms. Fuck you don’t think you’d ever be able to get the sight out of your mind.

“Detka,” she moaned and you were gone at her pleading tone, a moan spilling from your lips as you curled your fingers perfectly inside her, tongue still lapping at her clit.

“Come for me,” you murmur against her, keeping your eyes on hers as you watch them roll to the back of her head momentarily, her head lolling back and showing off her defined jawline as her hips stutter against your face, body tensing. A broken moan escapes her at the amount of pleasure that floods through her, her fingers almost tearing through the sheet as she lifts it to her mouth, trying to muffle the small scream of your name as her release crashes through her.

Your lips pepper soft kisses against her inner thighs as she attempts to recover, your fingers tracing random patterns against her skin as you wait for her to look back down at you, your eyes admiring her, in awe of her beauty as she lays beneath you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Soft pants spill from her lips as she moves her fingers in your hair, pulling you back up so you were hovering over her body, hand quickly wiping the remnants of her arousal off your lower face before kissing her softly, her arms wrapping around your body, wanting to keep you as close as possible, her red locks tickling your cheek as you press another kiss to her forehead, a soft chuckle leaving her.

“God you’re incredible,” she mutters, speaking her thoughts involuntary making you laugh as you roll onto your side, pulling her naked body into yours, wrapping the sheet back around the two of you as the fire crackles in the background, the warmth a gentle reminder of your situation, not that you minded anymore. You were with her, that’s all that mattered.

Upon feeling you smile smugly against the top of her head she moves so she’s hiding her face at the crook of your neck, rolling her eyes at your antics as she can picture the look on your face right now.

“Don’t even,” she mumbles, your body shaking a little as you try to stifle your laugh, unable to express the amount of joy that you were feeling.

“I won’t,” you whisper back, giving in this once as you didn’t want to ruin the tranquil atmosphere, her fingers travelling up and down your back soothingly, her gentle breath tickling your skin. “Thank you for distracting me earlier,” you murmur, truly grateful for her always being able to care for you, the simple act of asking you about your Christmas plans easing the worry that built inside you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you say whilst pressing a kiss to her silky locks, her smile growing at your soft words, a hint of mischief appearing on her face.

“You'd probably still be staring at that fire,” she mutters playfully, another laugh escaping you as your heart melts in your chest, your nose pressing against her hair further and relishing in the smell of her shampoo, losing yourself in the domestic moment with her.

“Shush,” you mutter out in faux annoyance, the redhead smiling against your skin and nuzzling closer to your warmth, a relaxed sigh escaping her. “Merry Christmas Nat,” you murmur after a while, the comfortable silence lulling the both of you to sleep, your arms securely wrapped around her middle, the two of you locked in a tender embrace.

“Merry Christmas Detka,” she murmurs back, kissing your skin softly, unable to comprehend the love she has for you as the snow outside continues to fall gracefully from the sky, showing no signs of stopping. 

[romanoffshouse]

Natasha: What's this?

Y/N: It's my wish list.

Natasha: This just says "Natasha".

[writerkenna]

Merry Clintasha Christmas!!

[deansbaby-1967]

Secret Santa

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: The Avengers do Secret Santa for Christmas.

Word Count: 661

Warnings/Contents: None? Slightly suggestive t-shirt slogan? Allusions to Bucky having a boner? That's basically it.

A/N: This is a sequel to "More Than Anything"

Cross-posted on AO3.

You'd been so relieved when you drew Bucky's name for Secret Santa. You still didn't know the other Avengers quite well enough to feel very confident picking out gifts for them. But Bucky would be easy.

Of course, now that you were all gathered around a pile of colorfully-wrapped gifts in the common room of Avengers Tower, it occurred to you for the first time that someone had drawn your name too, & you were suddenly a bit nervous at the thought of being the center of the Avengers' attention, even if only for a few moments while you opened your gift.

You hadn't paid too close attention to what the rest of the group had received from their Secret Santas, as you were prone to getting lost in your own thoughts when you were nervous or anxious, but you'd gleaned that Tony had received some manner of tech that you didn't understand. You had to assume that Bruce had drawn Tony's name, as he was probably the only person who understood that sort of thing enough to know what to get him.

Natasha was happily flipping a brand new pair of knives, while Clint looked over a set of tickets to some kind of show that he would take his family to, followed by dinner reservations at a very nice - but still child friendly - restaurant, all expenses paid. You thought it was sweet that Clint's gift was essentially 100% stress-free quality time with his family.

Steve had received a tin full of cookies, & upon tasting one, Steve knew exactly who his Secret Santa was. You smiled as Steve stood up & hugged Bucky tightly, sniffling back his emotions. You had caught Bucky a few nights before, holed up in the kitchen for an unknown number of hours, trying desperately to recreate Steve's mom's oatmeal cookie recipe. By Steve's reaction, you guessed Bucky finally figured it out.

Suddenly your attention was drawn to Bruce, who had volunteered to hand out the gifts, & was handing you a soft bundle wrapped neatly in green paper & tied with gold ribbon.

You took the bundle & began unwrapping it, hyper aware of everyone's eyes on you. You lifted the black fabric from its wrappings, watching it unfold into a very oversized t-shirt.

You looked over the image & the words printed on the front, & you bit both lips together & squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to keep from erupting in laughter.

Everyone was waiting for you to turn the shirt around & show it off, except for Nat, who looked like the cat who got the canary. Of course she was responsible for this.

Instead of showing the shirt off to the group, you balled it up, stood up from your spot on the sofa, & left the room. Bucky only had a moment to worry about why you left before you reappeared in the entryway.

There you stood, wearing the oversized t-shirt, which fell at your mid-thigh, completely hiding the sleep shorts that you could no longer tell you were wearing, & causing Bucky to pull a throw-pillow from beside him on the sofa & place it strategically on his lap as he dragged his eyes over your bare legs, & up over the shirt which depicted the silhouette of a scantily clad, curvy woman, shrugging, & encircled by the words: "DON'T BE AFRAID TO GET ON TOP. IF HE DIES, HE DIES."

The whole room whooped & cheered, & you did an awkward little curtsey, before knocking the throw-pillow off of Bucky's lap & taking your seat there instead, making Bucky groan lowly as you shifted & got comfortable.

Bruce announced that all the gifts had been handed out, before realizing that there had been nothing in the pile for Bucky.

"Buck's gonna have to wait for his present," you said, feeling his warm palm sliding up your bare thigh underneath the hem of your shirt, his other arm wrapped around your back, holding you tightly against him. "After all, Nat's just provided the perfect wrapping..."

[mandy-asimp]

Underneath the tree

pairing- wandaxfem!reader

warnings- breakup, heartbreak

summary- Y/N goes home for the holidays. The comfort of home being destroyed by her girlfriend. But soon, after hearing a conversation, Y/N finally falls the shots. And there was someone always waiting for her. a/n~ I'm a big believer in christmas in july so enjoy this holiday post. its a little cute one this time.

“Welcome home dear!” Pepper greeted. Engulfing her daughter. “Nice to see you, Lauren!”

Even though it sounded sweet, she had venom behind each letter. Y/N could sense it as well.

“Well, it was nice to be invited this year.” The brunette backfired. Already starting the strong secret arguments.

Y/N with a pleading look, grabbed Lauren’s hand and squeezed it . “Where’s everyone else?”

“In the living room. You’re the last two to show up. Could you help me in the kitchen before you go?” The ginger asked. “There more snacks I need to bring out.”

“Of course, uh, you go ahead without me. I’ll be in there shortly.” Y/N placed a kiss on her girlfriends cheek. Following her mom into the kitchen.

It was silent at first. Then Pepper spun around. “I thought you two broke up?” She quickly spat.

“We did. I’m giving her another chance.” Y/N looked towards the floor. Feeling her mother’s silent judging.

“Her fifth chance?” Pepper raised a brow. Getting Y/N to look back up. “You deserve someone better, that’s all I’m saying.”

Before Y/N got to say anything, her best friend came in. Peter Parker. “Hey, I’m glad you’re here, but uh, you might want to come get Lauren.”

She didn’t need a further explanation as yelling from the living room erupted. Running in, her sight was Wanda being held back by Nat and Lauren being held back by Steve.

“You bitch!” Wanda yelled. Clearly not seeing Y/N in the room.

“Wanda!” Y/N shouted back. She was never one for bad names or words. “What is going on?” She questioned more calmly.

Lauren quickly ran into her girlfriends arms. Mustering up fake tears. And Y/N being gullible enough, fell for it. Leading her girlfriend to the room they were staying in. Giving Wanda a scolding look as she left.

“Just calm down, tell me what happened.” Y/N soothed. Sitting them on the bed tangled up. “Even if it’s just who started it.”

“She…She came at me for no reason! Started saying how terrible I am and don’t deserve you!” Lauren sobbed. “I just walked into the room!”

“Ok! Ok, why don’t you get cleaned up before dinner?” Y/N suggested. Watching as Lauren nodded and headed towards the bathroom. Locking the door behind her.

Soon as she heard the lock click, she made haste towards Wanda. Angry at what she has been told. She found the red head sitting outside. Staring at the snow falling softly.

Y/N couldn’t lie, Wanda looked amazing in the spot. But she would never say or think of it for long. She had Lauren. And that reminded her of her task.

“Hey,” she said while stepping out. Catching the attention of Wanda. “Why’d you do that?” She quickly spat.

“Do what?” Wanda returned the question. An eye roll was given.

“Attacked Lauren for just walking into the room!” Y/N clarified. And Wanda just looked out. Not believing this was seen as her fault.

“That’s what she told you? That I attacked her?” Wanda furrowed her brows. “You seriously don’t believe her, right?”

She was right. Y/N didn’t. After all, this was Lauren’s fifth chance.

“Well, why would she lie to me? She would have nothing to gain from lying.” Y/N sat down next to the other. Staring off into the forest that surrounded the compound.

“I don’t know. But, I can assure you I didn’t attack her first. She came in and just started talking about you giving her another chance. I won’t apologize for what I said, because I know that my words were right.” Wanda summarized.

Y/N nodded. Not saying another word and just leaving. Going to find Peter. Checking every room in the east end of the compound. But was told he was on the west side in his room.

She knocked into the door. Getting a small come in. She entered and flopped on his bed. Going face first into the comforter. Letting out a groan. “This is going to be a long holiday break.” She mumbled.

“Trouble in paradise?” Peter joked. A head nod being his answer. “Ya’ know, Wanda was innocent. Lauren came in and all Wanda did was ask why she was here. Then she went on a whole rant about how you’re too in love with her and gave her another chance. About how she can so easily manipulate you…”

“Easy manipulate me? What does that mean?” Y/N furrowed her brows. And Peter let out a heavy sigh.

“Y/n/n, you have a heart too big for your own good. And Lauren is taking advantage of that. She’s cheated on you with five other women. All she has to do is give you a pleading look and you let her back in.” Peter broke down. Being ever so delicate with his words.

Y/N just stared ahead. Then to Peter. “So what should I do? Just break up with her and send her back home?”

“I cant make that decision for you. Just do what’s best for you,” Peter shrugged. Earning a heavy groan again. “I would say do it tonight, that way you’re not in agony on Christmas eve.”

“In someway you helped but didn’t Pete. But…can I ask you something?” Y/N thought of her next problem.

“Anything.” He nodded for a further elaboration.

“Have you ever been in love with someone while in a relationship?” She asked. Her question being genuine.

Peter shook his head though. And Y/N nodded. “Right. Night Pete,” she weakly smiled. Heading to her room for the night. Stopping at the door at the sound of someone talking inside.

“Yeah, she totally oblivious. I’ll see you tonight. I promise I’m just using her for her daddy’s money. Then after I get it, we can be together.” Lauren was speaking. Clearly to someone on the phone. “Yes, alright. I love you too.”

“So just like that? All I am to you is a way to get money?” Y/N walked in. A new look of anger on her face. “Five chances.”

Lauren was shocked. Frozen in fear. “I…It’s not what you think!” She tried.

“No. It’s exactly what I think. Everyone was right. I do deserve better. I was so stupidly in love that I missed it all. But now…now I know better. I want you out Lauren. Like, right now.” Y/N pointed towards the door.

“Love, let’s talk about this!” The brunette attempted.

“I think she said to leave.” Wanda’s voice came from behind. Making Lauren look behind the woman. Making direct eye contact with Wanda.

“This doesn’t include you,” Lauren seethed. A jealousy growing for no reason. “Babe, let’s just sleep this out and talk about it tomorrow. You’re tired.”

“No. I want you to leave. I’m breaking up with you Lauren. So grab you bags and get out of my room.” Y/N glared. Watching intently as she left.

“You’ll never find someone to love you like I did.” She spat before leaving.

The sound of the front door closing was the breaking point. Y/N turned to face Wanda. Collapsing with tears. Before she hit the ground, Wanda caught her. Letting her cry into the jacket she wore.

Wanda carried Y/N to her bed. Laying her into the comforter with ease. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered. A horrid sob ripping tje other’s throat. All the red head did was hold her closer.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Wanda responded. Getting up to leave for the night. “It was never your fault, Stark.”

With those words she left. Leaving Y/N to her own room and feelings.

~time skip~

The next day came. No one had seen Y/N since yesterday. But everyone knew what happened. It was dark at this point.

Y/N hadn’t come out of her room all day. She rotted away in her bed. Becoming a smelly mess that was feeling broken.

And when the clock hit seven, Wanda couldn’t take it anymore. She marched her way upstairs despite everyone telling her no. But, she ended up kicking the door in.

Her anger fleeting when she could barely see Y/N. She closed the door and got closer. “Y/N?”

“Just leave me alone.” Came the mumbling voice of Y/N.

“You smell like a dying fish. Come on, even if i have to bathe you myself.” Wanda pulled her up. Gaging at the smell that came with. “Jesus, Y/N!”

“Wanda, please stop.” Y/N hoarsely begged. Trying to pull her hand back. “I just don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Do what?” Wanda paused. Turning to fully look at her. The tear stained cheeks and messy hair. The greasy skin and tired eyes.

“I don’t want to try and act like I’m going to be fine after a shower. Because I’m not. I want to rot away in my own stupidity and sorrow.” Y/N trudged back to the bed. Curling into the blankets quickly. “Just go Wands.”

“I can’t do that. Come on. Just a shower and I’ll leave you be.” Wanda came to an agreement. Giving Y/N a second to get out of the bed and walking into the bathroom.

They were silent. Y/N stood still as Wanda started the water. Then faced her. Fiddling with the hem of the sweatshirt. Waiting for some form of confirmation. When it was given, she pulled the fabric up.

Soon ridding of her own clothes as she stepped into the he shower with Y/N. Holding her close to her chest. Letting the warm water run mostly on Y/N.

Wanda washed through the messy mane. Placing gentle kisses at any given chance. And as she washed out the conditioner, Y/N broke down again. Clingy to Wanda like she’s never done before.

“It hurts so much,” Y/N sobbed. Wanda held tighter.

“I know, but it’ll go in time. You just have to give it time.” The brunette assured. Stroking through Y/N’s wet hair.

“Take the pain away. Make me forget it. Please…” Y/N glanced up. Finally looking Wanda in the eyes. She knew she was asking a lot. But she knew it would work.

“I…No. I’m not going to. Everyone goes through this, you’ll get over it soon.” Wanda denied the request. But it got hard as she saw the hurt in Y/n’s eyes. “If I mess up, you could forget everything.”

“Then replace the memories with good ones of me and you. But take her out.” Y/N frowned.

Wanda carefully shook her head. “I can’t. I’m sorry.” She apologized and pushed a strand of hair behind her her.

“Wanda…thank you anyways.” Y/N weakly smiled. Hugging the woman one more time.

“Anything for you. Now come on, they’re watching christmas movies downstairs.” She dragged Y/N out. The two getting dressed and joining everyone.

And in the moments, Y/N had forgotten her heartbreak for the small time.

~time skip~

Y/N laid in bed. The heartbreak had caught up again. She waited for it to leave, but it didn’t. Keeping her from sleeping. And when she found her way to the kitchen, she saw her mother sitting with two cups of tea.

“I think it’s time we talk,” Pepper slid the cup over. “Grab a blanket and meet me on the back patio. It’s snowing.”

“Ok,” Y/N faintly agreed. Doing so, grabbing the blanket that held somewhat of a good memory. It was the blanket her and Wanda used earlier while watching movies.

“Go on, spill out.” Peper encouraged. A hand playing in her daughter’s hair.

“She never did love me…used me for dad’s money. And I believed she did. I was so dumb. I thought she loved me like I did her. But…no.” She began. Tears stinging her eyes. “Not only did I helieve her, I blamed Wands earlier. Only to get my heart destroyed.”

“You’ll get over her in time. It always hurts in the beginning. But you are lucky. You’re surrounded by friends and family. You have people to take you mind off it all.” Pepper reminded. “What happened when Wanda went into your room?”

“Oh, uh she got me to get out if bed and shower.” Y/N recollected. Hugging the blankeg tighter around her.

Pepper furrowed her brows. “How’d she get you to shower?”

“Well she had to strip me first, seeing as I had no motivation for anything. Then she got in with me and helped me actually not fall over.” Y/N said. Not really noticing how the actions were from a new side of Wanda.

Pepper did notice it though. She was the first to notice the oggly eyes Wanda made. The way she would stare longer than needed. Causing a small laugh ro break the wintery silence.

“I hope you realize it sooner than later. But being honest, I never liked Lauren. I mean, I’ve seen your type, and she just wasn’t in that group.” Pepper shrugged, taking a sip from her mug.

Y/N looked over. Confused by the words. “And what is my type?”

“You need an emotional connection. You always have. Even if it’s not romantic. You grew to be emotional more than physical. You still appreciate someone who will give you physical affection, but you could be content with emotional. You aim for the people who are more soft, loving, adoring, and will put in the effort for you. You want someone who you know will always meet you half way. Its just what you have always craved.”!Peoper shortened her explanation.

Her daughter sitting with her mouth slightly open. “No need to see staright through me. You sounded like you knew someone?”

Pepper laughed. Taking a glance at her watch and humming at the time. “It’s two in the morning on Christmas eve, I’m going to sleep. I suggest you do the same. We have a lot planned. Starting at ten, everyone’s going sledding.”

With that, the ginger left the other. Finding her way upstairs quietly. Y/N still sat.

And when she heard whimpers from further in the white void, she couldn’t help but go adventure. Slipping on the boots that were outside and leaving the blanket.

Being in fuzzy pants and a sweatshirt came in handy for the moment. Y/N left the back porch. Never noticing the woman with auburn haie who watched her.

Y/N walked. A trail of footprints being covered by the still falling snow. And after walking for a moment towards the noises, she came across a golden puppy.

It’s whimpers breaking Y/N’s heart. “Oh! You poor thing!” She cautiously rushed. Picking up the animal and holding it close to her. Knowing her sweatshirt was warmer, she struggled to take it off. Wrapping the puppy and holding it closer.

Her torso now bare as she rushed back inside. Moving up to her room where there was a heater.

She grabbed a red sports bra, tugging it over her head. Soon running around grabbing blankets and making a dog bed and herself a bed on the floor.

The two falling asleep peacefully.

~time skip~

Y/N woke up to pawing at her hand. Eyes fluttering open to the golden dog. “I take it you need to go out?” She mummbled.

Watching as the dog lit up at the word ‘out’. Gaining a smile from the human. “Right, and then I’ll make you something for now.”

Y/N grabbed a cardigan and opened the door. The dog running out and into the main room. She was close behind, especially when the dog turned to look at her multiple times.

She opened the back door and stood by. The sky still waking up. Along with the house as footsteps came into range.

“Good morning, what are you doing up so early?” Wanda’s voice broke the silence. Coming to stand next to Y/N and resting her head on her shoulder. “It’s still snowing?”

“It’s was supposed to stop at six. I’m not complaining though. It’s my favorite part of being here during christmas. The coty has lights and everything, but the land getting covered is so beautiful.” Y/N took a deep breath. “Why are you up?”

“I always wake up first. I was making pancakes for everyone today. I had to pay Steve to stay in his room till eight.” Wanda scoffed at the idea.

A soft hum was how the conversation ended. Then the puppy came hopping to the door. The snow being almost engulfing.

Wanda gasped. Not expecting such a sight. “Is it yours?!” She knelt down as the door opened.

“I found him or her outside last night. I plan to run to the vet and pet store today. Maybe skip sledding. Do you wanna come with?” Y/N offered. Her hand subconsciously falling into Wanda’s hair and brushing it out.

She looked up. Her hands still playing with the dog. While her emerald eyes met with Y/N’s. How badly she wanted to know what the other was thinking. And her words began to fail her, so she just nodded.

A throat being cleared dragged everyone’s attention. Pepper and Tony stood by the entrance. Pepper wearing a kind smile and Tony smirking.

“Better treat her right, Maximoff. Or it will be hell,” Tony chuckled as he left the room. Pepper shaking her head as she followed.

Wanda was blushing madly. Y/N just stood confused for a second. She understood it, but also knew her father liked making those jokes.

Y/N let it go for now, but it would always be in her head now. She huffed loudly. “I’ll help you with breakfast if you want.”

“Oh! No, no! You can go get dog stuff from the store while I cook. Can you bring back butter and cyrup?” Wanda changed the plans, never daring to make eye contact.

Y/N huffed quietly. “Right, I’ll be back in a bit then.”

She left to grab her wallet and keys. Not minding the fact she was in just a sports bra and cardigan. Especially since she would only be outside for less than a minute.

The puppy followed her out. Getting placed in the passenger seat as Y/N got in the car. Her lap soon heing filled by the fuzzy animal.

“Of course you choose the lap,” she smiled down. “We’re gonna need a name for you sometime soon.”

~time skip~

Y/N got home after an hour. Making it just in time for breakfast.

She set up the dog stuff near the kitchen island. Then bringing the syrup and butter to the table.

Her final stop being back in the kitchen. Next to Wanda. “Have you ever read anyone’s thoughts without them knowing?” Y/N randomly asked.

Wanda glanced up to the woman. “No, that’s intrusive.” She furrowed her brows. “Why?”

“No reason. But about what my dad said earlier, I hope it didn’t make you uncomfortable. He tends to make those jokes any given chance.” Y/N clarified. Apologizing on the mans behalf.

This was Wanda’s moment. An opening almost. She could take it. Or she could let it go and possibly loose Y/N once she leaves in three days.

“Well, I know why he said it.” Wanda mumbled.

Their conversation got cut short as everyone started to fill in the chairs.

Y/N smiled, placing her hand on top of Wanda’s. “We’ll talk later,” she squeezed the hand. Finding a chair next to Peter.

“Is that your puppy?” He whispered with his eyes trained to the dog. A hum was his answer. “He or she?”

“A he, found out while I was out. I think I’m gonna name him Muffin, but I also have a small idea.” Y/N shrugged, her focus being on Wanda who walked over. Taking the seat just across from her.

The Avengers and their families sat at the table. Different conversations emerging. All while Wanda ate in silence.

“And Y/N? Care to explain the dog?” Steve brought up. A little bark filling the room.

She smiled. “Well, after I was done talking with mom, I heard little whimpers. So I followed them and found him. I already plan to keep him and take him to the city. He’s a fast adapter. And fast.”

“Does he have an official name?” Aunt May questioned.

“Actually yeah, because he’s fast and reminds me of someone near and dear, I decided Pietro…” Her eyes ran to find Wanda’s. “If that’s ok with you?”

Meeting them and seeing the glint if confusion mixed of happiness. “Of course!” Tears filled her eyes. Nobody really mentioned him anymore.

Y/N gave a sincere smile, happy to give the dog a name. "Then it's settled."

Tony scoffed, "It's almost like you two are already married." He teased. Making them both blush madly.

"Tony. Bug, just ignore your father. I think it's cute you're taking your sweet time." Pepper countered. The table filling with agreements and disagreements. Soon the two's relationship now being a debate.

Points like, Y/N just got out a relationship. Or, they've been in love but haven't realized it.

Y/N's voice tried to get everyone's attention, but was failing. And once it got heated, Y/N was done. She just grabbed her plate and slipped away. Sitting on the living room floor and eating to the distant argues.

It wasn't long before Wanda joined her. Along with Pietro, who sat with puppy eyes for a scrap. "So..."

"I'm so sorry for them. I don't know why they keep going on about this. It even happened the other night. I was talking to mom and she told me my type spot on. Then she sounded like she knew someone." Y/N word's were soft.

"Mmm, yeah. Then you ran into the snow and came back without a top on, but more so your sweatshirt wrapped around the puppy held against your body." Wanda hummed. Shoving a forkful of pancake into her mouth. Not realizing her words.

Y/N was silent, but her thoughts were loud. Wanda...How'd you know I took off my sweatshirt when I went to get the pup?

Wanda choked. She heard the thought loud and clear. Her eyes blown wide as she looked over. Crimson painting her face. Were you watching me? Wanda could only give a shy nod. Her throat way to dry for words.

Y/N stared forward. A smile playing at her lips. No other word or thought was exchanged. Y/N just got up and left the woman with auburn hair.

Walking to the kitchen while rethinking everything that's happened so far. All the simple gesture from when they first met to now. The acts that normal friends wouldn't do.

Y/N dropped her plate. It clattering to the ground. "Holy shit!" She shouted with wide eyes.

Her eyes found Wanda, who heard all the thoughts still. A wide smile taking her features. The girl in the living room took her chance. Running over.

"It's about time," Pepper mumbled from the table.

"I knew she didn't love Lauren, mourned the breakup for a day." Nat rolled her eyes. A kick to the leg from Yelena. "I'm just being honest!"

The two stood close. Wanda...I take it you finally read someone's thoughts without permission?

"Well, when they're loud it's hard to ignore." Wanda whispered. "Can I...um...can I kiss you?"

Please do.

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Apologies in advance for the long ask but could you maybe write an Avengers fic with 1, 9, 11, 13 and 19... (most of those can just be references or brief comments lol) and with the og avengers group (cap, tony, nat, bruce, thor, clint, scott, sam + like bucky and pepper) I just would like to read some fun found family avengers Christmas (with a bit of stucky and clintasha thrown in if you want) ur writing is awesome btw :)

Alright I finished the last one! Merry Christmas I hope you like it. Also thank you I’m glad you enjoy my writing!

The text from Tony to the Avengers had stated that they all needed to be at the Avenger's headquarters at 10 am on Christmas Eve, to wear their ugliest Christmas sweater, and they were welcome to bring some kind of food if they wanted. He’d followed it up after a few seconds with another that said “And before you ask Capsicle yes you can bring your stupid husband”. They didn’t get any other details after that other than he promised he could get them to their families by Christmas morning so they didn’t need to worry about flights if that was necessary (that only really applied to Sam though since he had his sister and nephews).

When Christmas Eve rolled around Steve found himself entering the headquarters with a plate of freshly baked Christmas cookies and his husband Bucky, wearing a red sweater covered in reindeer. Bucky’s was a Hanukkah featuring a cat playing with Dreidel that Steve had gotten him because of how much his husband loved their car Alpine. He didn’t really expect the other to wear it too much but he loved it.

Most of the others were already there when they arrived, seated on the couches in the sitting room. Someone, probably Tony since he organized this, had put up a tree in the corner of the room and some other festive decorations. Christmas music was playing from a speaker he couldn’t see. Some food was already out on the table and the Avengers who had arrived were chatting about something he didn’t hear because Tony interrupted to greet them as they approached.

Continued on AO3