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Shelter From The Storm

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N - Starting a new Wanda series, set directly after Lagos.

You heard the thunder of footsteps before you saw the oncoming crowd. You stilled at the exterior gate of your apartment buildings’s shared courtyard. You caught sight of the oncoming sprawl of press, reporters and camera flashes that you’d never seen in this sleepy town before. Then, you heard what they were yelling and you realised that you were standing in the path of an oncoming mob.

And at the front, like a fox in a hunt, ran a red headed girl.

The panic was evident in her eyes, even at a distance. Time sped up as the mob approached you and the girl fled towards where you stood. You realised that, inevitably, your action or inaction was now going to matter.

The girl was gaining some distance on the crowd in her impossible attempt to shake them, benefitting from her ability to better weave and dodge oncoming pedestrians.

It gave you the few seconds that you needed.

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title: ovary action

summary:

You squint at her. “You know, just because you, personally, don’t get your period doesn’t mean you can’t show a bit of sympathy.”

“Go ahead, bring up my traumatic forced sterilisation.”

notes: sfw mediocre gfs fluff where ur on ur period and nats, for once, an above average gf

inspired by conversations with @ataraxyaz

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I really like your take on the last one! How about these?

How she would deal with being around really touchy people,not the inappropriate touchy just like Hugs and Hand holding.Same for a touchy lover

How she feels about Social media and how much time she would spend on it

How she deals with starting to like someone romantically

How she makes friends

How she would handle a workaholic lover

And finally

How she reacts to random shows of affection from her lover

Hey! Yes these are fun!

1. I think at first, she’s much more comfortable if she initiates it. I think she also can tell that you find touch comforting and she likes being able to show you love/affection and know she’s doing it right.

I think she likes prolonged touch also. She’s more interested in sitting together, watching a movie, your head in her lap. Than she is about say a brief squeeze of her shoulder as you walk past. It’s hard for her to read brief touch as affection, she’s been programmed to expect the worst.

2. She texts. She’s in group chats/conversations. But, I don’t think anything more. I don’t think she wants to really be herself in front of strangers. And I don’t think she cares much to know about them either.

It’s not really social media, but I bet she watches cat videos on YouTube and sends you the links without context.

3. She doesn’t. I think she goes two ways. If you are confident, then I think she goes shy. Things aren’t moving at a pace that she is setting and she’s feeling stuff that’s overwhelming and exciting. I think she gets nervous and she starts overthinking herself. But, on dates she slowly remembers just how well you work together. Her eyes sparkle when she’s around you, and she can’t help smiling. The feeling trickles in and she lets it.

If you are shy, but honest and kind. Natasha worries and she tries to be distant. She sees the potential harm she can cause too clearly. It’s up to you to draw her back to herself. Take her hand and remind her of the simplicity of being with you. Spending time together feels too good to ignore. You ground her until she settles, accepting that good things can happen for her too.

4. Easily and never. I think she can make a lot of people feel like her friend. She seems open and is always able to fit into their life. But, she doesn’t trust many people with the parts of her that might cause friction. You’d have to see her at her worst moments, or you’d have to be consistent for a long time for her to trust you truly.

For her, friendship exists within boundaries and control. Because, even a limited friendship is more than she thinks she deserves. She seems so entirely grateful to the Avengers and the friendships she has with them. But, she is also different with each of them, and never fully herself.

5. I don’t know if Natasha could have a lover that works more than her. She is such an inherent workaholic herself. I think she’d have to see that your work is taking a toll on you to notice that you’re working too hard. And from then on, she wouldn’t be able to stop worrying about it.

I think she’d try and make your life subtly easier for a long time before she’d directly ask you to consider working less. Her work matters so much to her, so Natasha knows that yours does too.

More likely, a workaholic partner would indirectly make Natasha start to ease back on her own work. She needs to be there when you get back to work, if she wants to make sure you have a relaxing bath. She needs her lunchtime free if she’s going to find you and make sure you take a break too.

You find a balance together.

6. She’s completely thrown at first. She tries to seem calm at the time, almost neutral. You have to not let it throw you off. You’ve bought her a necklace at a gift shop. It’s spur of the moment, but you know in your heart that she should like it. When you offer to put it on for her, she accepts. But there’s a silent tension between you and you don’t know how to read it.

But then, when Natasha’s alone, she stares at herself in the mirror sometimes and she can barely believe the way her smile looks now. And the happiness curls inside her chest and she feels shy meeting her own gaze. She plays with her necklace more and more when she’s thinking to herself.

And then, at a later time. She’ll take your hand, or come up behind you and rest her chin on your shoulder, her arms wrapping around you.

That’s her reaction, that’s her thank you. She just needs to allow herself to trust the happiness, before she can show it.❤️

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Words Beneath Your Skin

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

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Summary: You don’t remember physical intimacy that much. You can’t miss something you can’t recall the last time you had. Except Wanda Maximoff turns out to be a touchy person.

Warnings: me hurting ur feelings cuz when's the last time someone hugged you like this? hm. Also unbeta’d lmao.

Notes: I haven't had someone hug in me in so long I'm pretty sure I would burst into tears.

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You never really noticed it. You've lived so long without it, it's never really occurred to you.

That's how things slip under the radar, after all. You live for so long without something, you end up never thinking about it.

You can't remember the last time someone has held you for longer than a second. You get quick hugs here and there from your friends and your family and kisses on the cheek in passing greetings and farewells.

But shit.

When was the last time you actually physically had someone hold you or hold them?

You weren't even aware of it until you got to know Wanda more. A strange superhero who visited the library for hours on end in a bean chair, watching shows on her laptop.

Nothing had ever really happened—you never wanted to intrude in her space, and she definitely looked like she didn't want anyone to interrupt her.

As you stacked books, you thought about what would bring someone like her to the library so often. It would be much more comfortable to watch shows in the comfort of your own home, wouldn't it?

But you see the things in the news, the things people write about her online, and you think—maybe Wanda Maximoff doesn't feel like she really has a home anywhere because her real home was blown up in the sky.

Maybe people like Wanda Maximoff also need an escape and somewhere quiet to be left alone.

You try to be respectful of that. You never hover or gawk at her. You politely let her know when the library is closing and never linger. If Wanda appreciated any of that, you'd never know as she never said anything or looked at you.

That's fine; you've never been one to stand out anyway.

Until you do. At least to her.

On a sunny day, the paparazzi catches wind of her in the library and huddle around the windows to snap pictures inside. Wanda looks like her world has collapsed once more. People grumble like it's Wanda's fault they can't get any peace and quiet in there—like she's the reason the sun was being blocked from shining inside.

Ridiculous; honestly, you think.

You close the blinds to the library as if it's a very common thing to do during the busiest hour of the day. You ask Wanda to pack up her things, and she does without giving you a fuss but looking somewhat forlorn.

It isn't until you lead her into the staff room with a sofa, a small kitchen to the side, and windows with mosaic glass films covering it. It still allows the light to come in but offers the privacy Wanda just lost.

It's then that Wanda realized you weren't kicking her out and banning her from the library.

"You'll have to stick it out here for a bit. I'm sure the paparazzi will get bored at some point," you shrug. "No one really comes in here except me. The other staff pop in for coffee but everyone else likes to eat at that cafe across the street."

Wanda looks around, her leg and fingers suddenly feeling jittery.

"Thank you," she finally tells you sincerely. "You didn't have to...I'm sure your other customers are upset you closed the blinds."

You roll your eyes. "I'm sure they'll survive a couple hours without the natural light." You stand up and get ready to go back outside. "Vitamin D is overrated anyway."

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Something friendly brews between the simple civilian and the superhero. She says she doesn't really see herself as a superhero, though. Superheroes probably haven't killed many people before, even if inadvertently.

Wanda says she's her...just with a little more.

Honestly, you don't really care. You're well aware you don't belong in her world—the world of chaos, training, and preparing for the next time Earth might be threatened.

The only thing you worry about is your building collapsing while you're in it if the Earth ends and your student loans.

"I don't know..." you tell Wanda as she asks if you'd be willing to go to the Compound during the day before your shift starts at the library.

Unfortunately, the paparazzi never did get bored, and they've taken to staking out the area knowing Wanda would come in. Since Wanda had stopped, the paparazzi also stopped.

The idea of meeting other superheroes doesn't really appeal to you. It feels strange and honestly overwhelming.

But when Wanda purses her lips, you relent.

You don't really understand Wanda, and you find yourself not really pushing to endeavor to. You let her set the pace and get to know each other slowly without expectations.

In the back of your mind, you distantly realize that you're not a very physically intimate person, or at least you've become someone who isn't physically intimate anymore.

You remember the days in high school when you used to hold your best friend's hand innocently all the time. The days when you hugged someone boisterously and kisses their cheek.

You wonder what happened.

But Wanda isn't someone who was touchy either.

At least that's what it had seemed like in the beginning. Even though Wanda admitted she liked your company, she had never offered a hug when seeing you.

Until you came to the Compound.

And it was like the privacy of the thick concrete walls and distance from everything else made her feel safer.

A brief hug. Awkward and unsure.

You barely had time to even feel the pressure of her hands and chest before she moved away.

"Was that...is it okay?" She asked, and you almost laughed at how she was asking for permission after hugging you.

"Of course," you smile at her, unsure of what to make of it all.

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Brief hugs become regular.

And because they were so brief, it took a long time for them to become less awkward.

There's a certain energy around Wanda. You don't want to say that she's awkward, but she's—antsy.

You only figure out what's exactly wrong when you're having dinner with her and the rest of her friends, and she puts her hand on the space between your shoulders just below your neck.

She lingers.

And when the warmth from her hands seep through your shirt into your skin, you feel your body becomes hot with heat. You can feel her rings pressed into you, and as she applies more pressure from her fingers, moving across your back, you tense to hold the moan in the back of your throat.

Mortification sets in as you realize two things.

One, Wanda was a physically intimate person. Two, you were severely touched deprived to the point that someone just touching your back was setting you off.

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The new physical intimacy makes you unsure. A small war rages within you with what you want to do. A part of you wants to touch and be touched by Wanda. The other part of you wants to shirk away.

You don't remember what it feels like to be held by someone for the sake of being held. There's some memory of it vaguely in the back of your mind, but that was a distant memory.

You're lying on the bed with Wanda, reading a book as she watches TV. You notice that she watches a lot of sitcoms. You've asked why and remember her saying it's comforting that so much could happen in one episode, and be all resolved in the end.

Such small insights happen between the two of you. You never really say what's the issue, but the other person seemingly can always read between the lines.

Suddenly, Wanda turns on her side as she scoots up against you, her arm over your stomach and leg hooking over yours. Her cheek is pressed against your shoulder as she continues to stare at the TV.

Your body does that weird thing where it clenches up, and you immediately begin to feel sweaty.

How was it possible for someone to be so warm?

And soft.

Occasionally, Wanda's hand would drift over yours when she held you, and you hadn't realized someone could be so gentle to touch.

There's another realization that there's an intimacy of knowing someone when they hold you because you also know what she smells like chai and orange blossoms.

You don't know what to do with that information.

All you know is that there's a lump in the back of your throat as you try to focus back on your book. She strokes your side and the top half of your thighs, and you swallow harshly.

When Wanda feels you beginning to tremble, she stops and looks at you with concern.

"Are you okay?" She asks slowly as she sits up, still touching you.

You were totally losing your marbles in front of Wanda, and the entire thing is mortifying.

Her tone is so gentle and caring, and you felt your eyes burn.

"I don't know," you bite out, and it's true. You want to say yes, but you also want to say no.

Wanda stares at you a long time as you stubbornly stare at your book even when your eyes feel wet.

You feel Wanda pull away, and despite your unsureness, that feels even worse.

"If don't want to be touched, you can just say so," Wanda tells you gently with no malice or hurt behind her words and tone. But she sounds insecure, and that makes you want to really break out into a sob.

And although the book is your only shield from Wanda seeing total vulnerability, you close it and set it aside on her night table.

"I know," you tell her stiffly as you put your hands in your lap. "It's not that I don't want to. It's just—it's been a while since someone has touched me the way you do."

You pick at the invisible cotton on your pants.

"It's just...it feels overwhelming—to be this close to someone. I both want it and don't want it." You purse your lips the moments the words came out of your mouth. "Well, I feel like I don't want it because—I don't know—it feels like it's too good to be true."

Wanda watches as you stumble over your words as you subtly try to dab your eyes before you look up at the ceiling disinterestedly, but she knows it's just so the tears will go back in.

It's a daunting realization for Wanda that you're touched-deprived. Despite the devastating life Wanda has lived, she's always has been a touchy person and received a lot of affections in her life—mostly by her parent, then Pietro, and occasionally, Natasha will indulge her in linking arms when they watch movies together.

Slowly, as if to let you know you can say no at any time, Wanda moves back with her arm and leg over you and pulls you closer.

You're pressed into her body, head on her shoulder as she strokes your back and pulls the blanket over the two of you in a warm cocoon.

Wanda thinks you appreciate that she doesn't say anything. She just sits there and resumes watching TV as you close your eyes.

Wanda replays every memory and every interaction she's had with you since befriending you. Your distance makes sense, and it's sad. It kind of breaks her heart.

It's been a while since Wanda has felt any sort of determination, but she wants her touch to be comforting to you. You're so lovely, and Wanda thinks she's falling for the girl who's given her shelter at the cost of depriving others of natural Vitamin D.

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You think Wanda has been very attentive to you lately. Maybe something shifts, but you're not really sure. All you know is that Wanda is working her touch into your daily life. It's holding hands, it's long hugs, and cuddling you at the end of the day and in the mornings before you go.

But the moment things really changed? That was when Wanda pulled your arms to wrap around her, and the experience of holding Wanda Maximoff is vastly much different than being held by her.

You like it. You come to like both, and it isn't long that you find yourself biting your own tongue to stave the craving of wanting her touch.

Wanda watches you with interest as she lies on top of you as you play with the ends of her hair.

You seem rather frustrated for some unknown reason and also perplexed by your emotion.

When you let out a quiet huff, Wanda smiles.

"Is there something you need?" She asks.

You pause from tugging on her hair as you move your eyes down look at Wanda, who's lying on your chest.

You're antsy again.

You like her touch, that much you know. You like the weight of her body over yours because it feels reassuring.

"I don't know," you answer honestly.

Wanda adjusts herself so that her face hovers over yours and your eyes follow hers.

"More or less?" She asks.

It takes you a minute, but you answer a hesitant, "more, I think."

Wanda hums with a nod as her hands move under your back, and she holds you closer to her. "Let me show you and you can decide if you want more."

Wanda leans down, and when her soft lips press against yours, your nerve-endings light up with a jolt. She kisses you the way she has always shown you intimacy—slow and steady.

You press back, wrapping your arms around her neck without hesitation.

When Wanda pulls back, you mutter, "more. Definitely more."

You've gone so long without it; you've never really noticed. But Wanda makes you notice everything at every time. You're not sure how you could've missed it.

But perhaps this is how Wanda Maximoff loves. Slow, steady, rapacious as she stares at you.

Her eyes shine with devotion, and you like that her lips are warm too when she kisses you everywhere.

She's good at physical intimacy, that much you're sure of. Under her slow hands, you're determined that perhaps you can be the one to show her emotional intimacy for the girl you've fallen for.

Can i pls request an older!Nat x younger!reader (legal age gap). Praise/degradation kink, cum filled strap, squirting, overstimulation, daddy!Nat and LOTS OF AFTERCARE. Up to you if reader is top or bottom.

If you feel uncomfortable with something you can skip it, i’m so sorry in advanced.

warnings: older!nat x younger!reader, major age gap, slight dark themes but nothing too obvious, secret relationships, praise/degradation, overstimulation, slight dom/sub dynamics, cum play, cream pie, oh god this is so fucking disgusting ew i’m sorry

Theres something about the way Natasha moves against you. The push-pull stride of her hips that meet your own. The caress of her hand against the spine of your back while you bury your face in her neck.

She does it so carefully and so calculated that a shiver mixes in with the orgasmic pleasure that settles in the pits of your stomach.

She’s been fucking you for the last half an hour. The faux cock attached to her, splitting you open in a need to make you cum. It’s the way that you’ve nearly cum five times, for only her to pull back in the last minute.

You’re practically shaking as she holds you. Your small body, caged in her large frame, the action has you whimpering her name for attention.

“N-Natty... Ple—ase..?”

The redhead looks at you, an unwavering look on her features as her brows rise. Her eyes widen then drop to where the two of you are closely connected.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Need you, please,” your begs sound so pathetic as they echo the small hotel room. The older woman finds pleasure when you find a look degradation on her face. “Be a good girl for you...”

She considers it. For a moment, just a split second, you think you’ll finish then and there. But she sits back on her thighs, and then pushes your back flat against the cheap hotel bed. Her large hard wraps over that spot on your hip; gripping tight enough to leave bruises.

“Just a little bit more for me, alright, bug?” It’s not a question she wants answers, but the older woman does nod as if you’ve said yes. You have no choice but to take it as her hips slam hard against you. The pace starts up against, and there’s a silent scream that parts your mouth open.

You’re sure if you and her weren’t stuck up in a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city, then the sounds of skin slapping and grunting would be enough to ensue a police investigation. But you’re lucky the redhead had chosen a place so quaint yet so secretive.

Almost as if she’s been here before.

The thought makes your way and then it goes; too busy wrapped up in the sensation of the older woman thumbing at your swollen clit. So sensitive, so overstimulated, the action makes you whine and push her hand hand.

“I’ll be good, p-please...”

There’s a look of hesitation, then Natasha cocks her head. “Yeah? Gonna let me cum inside?”

You nod, eager. “Y-Yeah, anything, Natty - Just—”

Then there’s a hand circling over your neck, and another pawing at your chest. The fabric of your baby tee scrunches under her rough touch.

“Okay, bunny. I’ve got you, yeah?”

Tears swell in the corners of your eyes as she speaks. The smile on her face widening at the sight of you before she scoops your tiny body, and presses your front against her own.

From there, her hands work you up and down the faux cock. The girth and length of the toy splitting you open, and caressing that little spot where the curve of the toy just hits right. It doesn’t help that your clit ribs so deliciously well against Natasha’s stomach, making you cry and cry out of pleasure before you shake in a climax.

When all you see is white, and your body vibrates in stimulation, the older woman just melts against you in an embrace. The sensation of your orgasm and her cum painting your insides practically throws you into overdrive; your head dizzy and eyes cloudy.

“Green, baby?”

You nod, whimpering when she moves against you the slightest. “Your—”

You cry out when she pulls out and you feel her finish spill out; wetting the sheets and her below you. You can barely see straight but when you do, and you finally see clear of the redhead, she’s already for a finger or two back into your cunt; pushing and playing with cum as she smears it everywhere.

She looks in awe.

“Natty?”

Her eyes travel back to you. Then and there, you know you won’t be getting any sleep.

ahhh imagine nat or wandanat is away on a week or two long mission and you miss them so you read fanfics about her or them and on the night she comes home you are asleep with your laptop open on your lap. as nat goes to move it she sees a fanfic about her x y/n and she finds it adorable but will tease you about it when you wake up by saying something like, “by the way detka, am i better to you in real life or on that website where you are in a fake relationship with me?” and you just turn into a stuttering mess. or she finds your laptop open with smut and finds out you have a mommy kink or something 😵‍💫

warnings: older!nat, younger!reader, size difference but like... that’s for every fanfic i write ever, dirty talk, talks about using a strap, thigh riding, talks about cum eating/play (?). NSFW

y’all the fucking warnings is sending me LMAO

You huffed at the words on your phone, it was getting too much, your girlfriend’s lack of presence was irritating, let alone frustrating as you were now basically humping your pillow in sexual frustration.

You knew you shouldn’t have read smut fanfic about her, the writers on Tumblr were too good. You had read one where she had tied up the ‘reader’ and fucked her with a strap until she basically passed out and while you knew Natasha isn’t the type to push you that far, you wished you could feel what her you had felt against you once more.

But no, she had another week in Mexico, she needed to finish this mission and well, you needed to finish your homework. You tried, but it wasn’t eventful as you could focus without having a fucking flashback to an image of your girlfriend eating your cunt out between your legs, or to how you would scratch her back as she fucked you senseless.

And now as you laid there, tears swelling in your eyes, you huffed and puffed and gotten comfortable in your bed and decided to sleep, unaware of the light of your phone as it was still on.

-

When Natasha arrived home, a faint ache to her back, she journeyed up the stairs to your shared room with her.

It was just on the break of dawn when she returned so when she entered her bedroom and found fast asleep, she wasn’t surprised that you were so deep in your slumber that your phone was still on.

But as she tucked you in and pulled your phone away, she caught a glimpse of her name written in various paragraphs which caught her attention. Her emerald eyes glazed over the screen, curious to what you had been reading, Natasha found the words “Y/n” and her name typed up onto some scenario where fictional her was fucking fictional “reader”.

Natasha grinned when it hit her. Her girlfriend was reading a smut fanfiction about her... while she was on a mission. Natasha assumed it was because you had missed her more than usual, and the fact that you couldn’t even have phone sex with her made it worse.

Once she turned the phone off, her smile reached her face as she saw you fast asleep. She slipped in beside you soon after, she’ll tease you about it tomorrow.

-

When you woke up the next morning expecting a cold bed beside you, you weren’t expecting warmth and a large body curled up next to you.

Your eyes fluttered open and softly, you stretched your arms wide open as you turned and realized your girlfriend was home a week earlier than expected.

You threw yourself at her, burying your face deep into the crook of her neck and smiling. She smelled good, she must’ve taken a shower before she left for the plane and regardless, she was here.

She was apparently awake as the older woman hugged you in return, her large muscly arms tight around your small stature made you whimper. Unknowingly to Natasha, her thigh had slipped between your legs and accidentally pressed up against your core, you sighed, a shiver up your spine making your shake.

“Good morning,” she greeted you with a smile to her tone and never let you go, “was your dreams just as good as the fanfiction you were reading about me?”

You stilled in her hold and flushed, your cheeks warmed and your hid deeper into your girlfriend’s neck out of embarrassment.

“You weren’t supposed to see that?”

“Well, I did,” her grin was still present, “I bet I could fuck you better than what they did in that story.”

“D-Don’t say that...”

“Why not?” You whimpered when Natasha pressed her thigh further against you, making you realize that it hadn’t been an accident at all. “Does it make you wet thinking about my fingers fucking this pussy open?”

“Tasha...” You frowned and shook your head. “It’s not fair.”

The older woman chuckled. “What’s not fair, baby?”

“I haven’t been able to get off... I couldn’t even call you to guide me.” Natasha could hear the genuine sadness and frustration present in your voice and while it was partially entertaining, she couldn’t leave you high and dry. Her thigh forced you to ground yourself on her and one of her hands left your head to grip your hips to help you.

“I’m here now, princess.” She dragged your hips against her right, she was wearing shorts, you were merely wearing her shirt and just a pair of panties. Natasha could feel your arousal smearing against her pale skin, it was sticky, and somehow audibly loud as you starting riding her thigh. “Is this better than that fanfiction you’ve read?”

You nodded, breathing her scent in and grasping onto the fabric of her cropped shirt. There wasn’t much, meaning as you pulled on her top, it drew up and revealed her toned abs and the underside of her breast.

“What were you even reading about?” She was teasing you, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to get off, you wanted to cum on her thighs, make it sticky with your finish and have her make you lick it off her skin.

“The reader was caught...” You whimpered when you hit that good spot. “She was masturbating a-and... Oh God— You caught her f-fingering herself and you w-wanted to help.”

Natasha gripped your ass, her hand splayed over the curve of your bottom as she helped you ride her thigh up and down. You were going faster, harder, and you were drenching your panties and she could feel you getting near.

And as she tugged on the roots of your hair and pulled your head back, she caught sight of your face, your lips parted in euphoria, eyes shut just as your lashes fanned your cheeks. The moans you were letting out were animalistic, dangerous, and your chest was heaving.

All the while your hand was snuck around her, gripping on to her body for dear god as your hips came to a stuttering stop.

“Better than any fanfic?”

You nodded with a looped smile, nuzzling your cheek against your lover’s shoulder. “Yes... so much more.”

Gentleness

Soft!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Fluff, Natasha gets a migraine and tries to hide it. Based on a lovely request.

Natasha was definitely sick. You noticed in the morning, but you were wise enough now not to point it out.

When she could barely keep her eyes open during lunch, Natasha finally admitted that she had a headache. 

You rubbed small circles on Natasha’s back, filled with quiet concern as her shoulders hunched forward with discomfort. 

You didn’t correct her, but you knew it wasn’t just a headache. 

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Steve *talking to the team*: Since we’re talking physical capabilities, on a scale of 1-10, how flexible are you?

Bucky: Why do you need to know that?

Steve: To measure how well you can bend out of the way of projectiles.

Wanda: *Does the back bend*

Natasha: *Does some impossible ballet poses*

Y/N: Does it count When Natasha bends me ove-

Steve: NO!