Older Natty And Reader In A Swimming Pool.

how bout nat and reader being best freinds who get dared to kiss at a party and they fuck when its over

warnings: older!bestfriend!nat x younger!petite!reader, size difference, slight angst, and nipple play.

Your eyes go wide and your lips part as the attention turns to you. With the silence of their impending thoughts, you can’t help but flush at the idea of kissing your best friend in front of everyone else.

No matter how in love you were with the redhead, the idea of such an intimate moment being shared with people like the team made you shake in embarrassment.

“Well?” Tony gave you a look and between that and those of your friends and colleagues, you turned to Natasha with doubt.

You were only met with quite the opposite; her brows were raised, and her lips were twitched into a grin.

“You trust me?” Her voice was a mere whisper intended only for you.

Your eyes travels from those of your friends to that of your best friend. Her emerald eyes staring at you with vigour and empathy.

It was soft. Making you warm with comfort.

So you nod, smiling soft before she returns the gesture with her wicked grin. She mumbles something incoherent to you before cupping your face towards her with passion.

Before you knew it, her lips were stuck on yours. Gentle, arousing, and swelter at all times, Natasha kissed you like it were her last.

There was devotion and fervour in her touch. The press of her plump lips against yours made you nearly forget about the prying eyes of both your friends and colleagues. The only reminder of their presence was the sound of their cheers before you pulled away with a heaving chest.

Natasha grinned and smiled but you were teary with tears that made you rush out of the room in embarrassment. The silence of the room returned once your presence departed.

...

The bathroom welled with your sobs as you palmed your face. With your lonely presence separated from your colleagues and best friend, you couldn’t help but wallow in the sad reality that Natasha would never feel the same.

Of course why would she? She was this sophisticated older woman with merely more experience than your own; yet, it was already baffling that she found enough trust and comfort in being your best friend despite the age gap.

You were simply too lost in your own thoughts to even have heard the rapping knock on the door. It was when she called your name out of concern that you realize her ever mending presence.

“Let me in, honey. It’s just me.”

Your hand wavered as you reached for the door knob. When the door swung open and you were met with a worried sick redhead, there was no hesitation as she stepped in and crowded your space.

“I know.”

You looked at her, confused.

“I feel the same.” She tells you. “I know it’s wrong, I felt bad because you were this young girl and I-I... You’re supposed to be my best friend, my everything but all I want is you. All I see is you and I-I didn’t know...”

You curled your hands with her own. The look in her eyes wide and lustful despite the somber words that fell from her plump lips.

The silence returned and within a blink, her lips were on yours and your back was pressed against the wall. A loud boom echoes through the room but neither you or her could care as her lips kissed you with less resistance.

With no Tony nor Steve to watch, the redhead slipped a hand under the cropped shirt you were wearing. Cold and inkling fingers touched the plains of your stomach and over the ribbed skin of your ribs. You shivered in response and gladly, welcomed her fingers as they circled your nipples to arousal.

“Natty,” your voice was meek in call for her. She didn’t care, she only adored how small you sounded under her. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” her reassurance brought you millennia worth of comfort. However, it was the way she peeled off your shirt and her own and rubbed both bare chest against each other that made you melt.

With pebbled nipples chafing against your own, you were overrun with stimulation as Natasha slipped a wandering hand under your lounge shorts. The frail knitwear brought you no comfort in knowing how far you had drenched your underwear that there was even an evident spot between your shorts that was dark grey.

“I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” she confessed between heavy breathes. “I needed you. Couldn’t keep my eyes off from the way you moved.”

You flushed under her confession. You didn’t realize how much the two of you were alike until now. She had been pinning over you the way you had. The only barrier was the age gap and no matter how much your friends reassured that you and her age gap was no feat for any type of relationship, it felt wrong seeing your best friend that way - let alone an older woman.

“So small,” she whispered against your ear. “Always so sweet for me, honey.”

You pulled away from her touch with lustful eyes. The coil in your stomach making your whole body vibrated with need and arousal.

“Take me home, Natty.”

can we imagine seggsy time with nat and she puts a vibe on your clit but then straddles you so it’s on her aswell…. 😮‍💨

OH YEEEEAAAH

the black widows + braids

could you do some melina and yelena quiet day in fluff ?

Melina knows the storm is coming in because Cat keeps pawing at her left leg, back arched and pink tongue curling out in a long yawn. It’s Tuesday. Nothing else. No desperate communications, no scrambled transmissions, no bullets, no blood, no baited breath.

Yelena gives a noise from the bed. She had wandered into Melina’s spaces sometime past six during the woman’s brief trip to get water and use the bathroom. Melina came back, half dead with sleep only to find the once widow curled up underneath her comforter.

She looked to the window curtains, sighed, and climbed back into bed.

Now it’s nearing 8:30, and they ought to be doing some kind of preparation for…something. Anything.

Melina climbs back into bed. Yelena mumbles something that she can’t make out before clinging to Melina with such drowsy dexterity that the older woman can’t help but think of those animal programs they sometimes watch late at night. Baby capuchins clinging to their mothers who bounced from tree to tree, all wide eyed and curious.

“Not quite a monkey,” Melina decides softly. Her fingers massage the base of her daughter’s spine, a constant reminder of safety after a too close call with a grazing bullet during those inescapable years in the Red Room. She doesn’t know the story, not at all. But the fact Yelena trusts enough to let her have contact is enough for her mother. The scar is ugly and thick. She traces it with gentle fingers, humming a cossack lullaby under her breath between yawns.

“Can we go to the exhibit today?” Yelena’s voice is thick with sleep.

“What time?”

Some half mumble that is either 10 or 3.

Melina laughs. “Yes. We will go.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Then you ought to get up and make yourself something to eat. I’m a scientist, my love, not some…” she can’t remember the word in English. Or Russian. Or any of the other 15 drilled into her mind from age six. So she offers suggestions. “We still have fruit.”

“Nyet.”

Melina gives a long suffering sigh. “Ona govorit ‘nyet’ etomu i nyet.” she mutters. “Skoro ty sam sebe otkazhesh'sya!”

“No, I don’t.”

“Case in point.” Her lips press against blonde hair. “We can go to a bakery, but I’m not paying for a single thing.”

Yelena swings her leg over Melina’s left thigh, a tangled affection made of some thick red quilt and leggings with a hole in the knee.

“Okay,” she decides. Her body weight is almost entirely on top of her mother. “I like the fruit there.”

“I know,” Melina laughs. With a solid poke to her left hip, Yelena’s head comes up to look at her makeshift pillow full in the face. “It’s what you say yes to.”

“I say yes to other things.”

“Such as?”

Yelena considers, and then boops her nose against Melina’s. “Good morning. I say yes to that.” Her mouth curls into a grin.

That’s something.

Period Pains

Natasha x Reader

Notes: Made this because I'm in bed wishing I had a girlfriend to come cuddle me

Word Count: 1k

You can feel the disappointment settled deeply in your bones the moment you wake up. The unsettling feeling low in your abdomen causes you to sigh. It’s a frustrating feeling and you should be used to it by now. Yet it never seems to stop bothering you. You reach across the bed to feel for Natasha only to be met with nothing. She must be out training. You sit up slowly, hoping to ease the pain in your belly, as you try to wake up enough to go to the bathroom. Another month. Another week of pain. You plant your feet on the ground, hands pressed against the bed, as you push yourself to a standing position. You shuffle the few feet across the room to reach the bathroom. You reach under the bathroom sink to find a sanitary napkin before dropping down onto the toilet seat. You swipe at the tears in your eyes at the sight of blood in your panties. It shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn't be this way. Deciding that you feel icky, a shower is the only way to get you feeling decent enough.

You stand again, flushing the toilet behind you before walking over to the shower. You turn it to the hottest setting you can stand before tossing the panties and your sleep shorts into the nearby hamper. You wait for the water to heat up before stepping under the shower. You can barely stand and everything feels unstable. Your head hurts, your breasts are tender, your legs feel shaky beneath you. You make quick work of cleaning yourself, hoping to alleviate some of the pain in your lower back as the water rains down on you.

Natasha will be home soon. Then she can come and lay with you. All you want is Tasha.

You step out of the shower to wrap yourself in a towel rushing to your bedroom to put on a pair of panties and the sanitary napkin. You’re not even going to try tampons. No matter how many times people recommend it having something inside of you seems to hurt. So you stick to pads. It’s a simple step and you toss the wrapper in the trash. You avoid looking at yourself in the mirror. Everything hurts. You try not to think too hard as you reach inside of the medicine cabinet for extra strength Midol. The only thing that makes periods bearable for you. You pop open the packaging, pushing the pills into your mouth, before turning on the sink. You cup your hands under the running water to sip the water. It’s enough for you to swallow and you do so with a frown.

Giving one final glance to the bathroom to make sure it’s clean, you rush back into your bedroom. You dig through Natasha’s drawer for one of her oversized t-shirts. It used to be Clint’s but now it’s hers. It smells like her laundry detergent and it brings you comfort while you wait for her. You stretch it over your head straightening it down your body. You don’t care about pants right now. It would only annoy you to have the fabric over your sensitive skin right now. You crawl into the middle of the bed pulling the covers over your head. You just want to sleep.

You don’t realize that you actually do fall asleep until Natasha is brushing her fingers along your face. She whispers for you to wake up and you do with a whimper. The pain comes back at you full force as you blink your eyes open.

“Hey, J.A.R.V.I.S. informed me you weren’t feeling well,” She speaks in a hushed tone. Her brows knit with concern and she gestures to the tea and hot water bottle sitting on the nightstand. “I brought reinforcements.” She says.

“Yeah,” You whimper again tears shining in your eyes now. “Hold me?” You ask. You don’t care how you look. You’re in pain and you want her. Natasha doesn’t hesitate to crawl into bed. You lift, waiting expectantly for her to find a good position, and that’s when you notice what she’s wearing. A simple black tank top, no bra, and biker shorts. She must have showered when she got here. She pulls you into her arms as she lies against the pillows. She reaches with her left hand to grab the hot water bottle pressing it against your back. You flinch slightly before sighing in relief at your aching muscles fighting against the heat.

“You got your period?” She guesses and you nod against her collarbone. She kisses the top of your head. She knows the first few days of your period leave you practically bedridden. She rubs her thumb soothingly against your bare arm under the sleeve of your shirt. You listen to her breathing for a few seconds finding the constant beating almost lullaby-like.

“I’m sorry, Tasha.” You say suddenly. “It’s not fair.” You press your face further into her body clutching her shirt between your fingers as another wave of cramps hits you. She knows what you mean.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” She soothes. “We can try again.” She promises. “If you want. Only if you want.” She says. She’s so understanding. She’s always so understanding with you. You close your eyes, trusting her to keep you safe, as you try to relax.

Natasha’s hand that had been rubbing your arm travels down your body and under your t-shirt. She reaches just slightly under the waistband of your panties, pausing her fingers when you tense under her. You’re sensitive but you nod against her to continue. She presses just slightly on the skin there. Right, where you feel the most pain. She massages gently and you whine. Her touches are gentle and caring as she tries to alleviate some of the pain you’re feeling. It seems to be working as you feel the muscles under her fingers relax just slightly.

“I love you,” You whisper to her.

“I love you too,” She whispers back.

okay but imagine a smut with natasha where she puts a vibrator on you but then straddles you so the vibe is on her aswell😮‍💨 thinking thots

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pairing: natasha romanoff x female reader

summary: reader makes natasha angry at a party, they go back to their room and bang bang yaknow seggs oh and refer to request! hope i did it justice hehe

warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni. public-ish. usage of vibrator. light bondage. a little degradation? lmk if i should add anything else :)

translations: malyshka - babygirl detka - baby

word count: 2.6k

my back hit the back of the elevator with a thud, my hands immediately finding their way to my girlfriend's waist. my mouth fell open slightly as i felt her tongue dragging a wet trail up my throat.

it was almost 3am, and we were in the elevator of the avengers compound, going up to our floor after tony's big anniversary party.

nat and i barely interacted throughout the night, both playing a very cold and dangerous game. i stole glances every now and then, just to check what she was up to and her whereabouts.

it didn't help that she looked stunning tonight. her wine red dress hugging her body, leaving almost nothing to imagination.

i turned from where i was situated at the bar, to still see nat across the room on the couch with banner. my eyes narrowed at the sight.

she knew he had a thing for her. and she knew i hated it whenever they were close together. she laughs at something he says, placing a hand on his shoulder.

it was if she knew i was watching.

not even caring about being subtle anymore, i kept my eyes on the two.

"geez, i'm glad you don't have powers like i do or banner would've been six feet under"

i turned to the source of the voice, smiling slightly at wanda who took a seat next to me. i chuckled at her comment as i took in the sight of her.

"you look really nice," i complimented with a wink. she rolled her eyes at my comment, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"don't look now, but she's looking at you"

i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "who?"

"who else would i be talking about? and for the record, her thoughts are loud. doesn't seem too pleased that i'm here with you"

i scoffed. she's jealous?

"wanna make her more mad?" i suggested in a whisper, a mischievous grin on my face as my hand fell on top of hers that was on the counter top.

wanda looked at me incredulously, a small smile however on her face, "careful, y/n. i might catch feelings"

i rose an eyebrow, amused by our harmless flirtatious interactions. we've been best friends for ages, since we met in hydra. we were like sisters. so the fact that nat could ever be jealous of wanda just boggles me.

wanda intertwines our fingers as her other hand found my thigh. bold.

"right, she's getting up. and she is not happy"

and now we're here.

her forehead flushed against mine, her breath hot against my lips. my eyes flickered from her cherry stained lips to her once ocean green eyes, now dark with lust.

"what did you think you were doing, my love?"

i cocked my head to the side, slightly raising an eyebrow. "i wasn't doing anything"

a grunt left my lips when i felt my legs getting kicked apart, nat slotting her thigh in between them. her hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to look at up at her helplessly.

my mouth flew open when i felt a sudden pressure pressed against my centre, a choked whimper leaving my mouth.

"so you weren't being a whore with that witch?"

another push against my centre.

fuck.

my hands grabbed onto the railing behind me, steadying myself when i felt my knees buckling just a little.

suddenly this elevator ride seem longer than usual. as if on cue, the elevator stops and the doors open with a ding. but natasha didn't move an inch.

"we're not leaving until you answer me, baby"

my mouth opened in an attempt to mutter an answer, but stopped myself when i heard a familiar buzzing sound.

no.

i looked down to the source of the sound, the little bullet vibrator in her hand just buzzing away.

"you brought that to the party?!"

she simply laughs as she lightly runs the toy up my exposed thigh, goosebumps rising on my skin. at this point, the doors have already closed and the elevator was stagnant.

"of course," she breathes out, lips threatening to touch mine, "i could never be too careful with you. just look at how you acted out tonight.."

she trails off, taking the toy away from my skin in sync. before i could stop myself, a pathetic whine left my lips at the loss of the sensation on my skin.

a low rumbling sound was heard from the elevator before it slowly started going up and before i could do anything else, natasha had managed to get her hand between my legs, pressing the vibrator straight against my pussy.

my eyes closed shut, my hand frantically finding hers in attempt to keep it there, "fuck, natty"

the fact that the elevator was moving meant that it was on its way to someone's floor, and that the door could open anytime for anyone to see us like this.

that thought alone sent shivers down my spine, and at this point i'm pretty sure i was soaked through.

"i wonder who we'll run into...." she trails off, her other hand running along my exposed stomach, and up my tube top, "who's gonna see you being played with like this"

oh god, fuck. the elevator slows down, and that's when i started panicking. "nat, stop," i whimpered helplessly, against my own inner wishes.

"say it."

i caved, "god, yes, i was– i was being a whore with wanda"

and almost immediately the buzzing between my legs stopped, and i fell limp as my knees gave way.

nat pulls my skirt back down, before looking at me with an adoring smile on her face, her hand coming up to tuck my messy hair behind my ear.

if it wasn't for my throbbing, pulsating centre right now, i probably would've swooned at the romantic gesture.

nat turns around just as the door opens and, and in comes steve.

"romanoff, y/l/n," he acknowledges with a nod as he presses the groundfloor button.

"rogers," nat says.

i, on the other hand, was cowering behind my girlfriend, still trying to catch my breath as quietly and as quickly as possible.

"wait– where are you guys headed?" the captain turns when he realises we didn't press a floor button.

nat laughs, "oh right, 14th floor please. thanks cap"

"wha– but you guys didn't–," the redhead cut the confused captain off, "don't ask questions you don't wanna know, rogers"

soon enough the lift reaches our floor, and nat links our arms together, essentially dragging me out of the cabin and leaving behind a very confused and disturbed captain america.

the moment our room door closed, natasha backs me up all the way till the back of my knee hits the side of our bed, "lie down, detka"

i did as told, scooting up so that i was in the middle of the bed and then looking up at her for further instructions. like a lost puppy.

"be a dear and take off your clothes, would you? leave the panties on"

her gentle voice trails off as she leaves the room, to god knows where. i quickly discarded my clothes, eager for her to do something, anything to me.

the throbbing between my legs seemingly became more and more distracting, when nat walks back in with familiar pink silk ropes in her hands.

"oh, fuck me," i mumbled to myself as scenes of what was in store for me tonight flashed through my mind.

the red head simply chuckles as she crawls onto the bed in front of me, "that's the plan, malyshka"

she stops as she reaches my thighs that were clenched together, and stares down at me, a satisfied smile on her face, "open up, baby"

and i did, whining slightly at the sticky feeling of my juices slick on my inner thighs. i heard natasha inhale a sharp breath as her eyes landed on the apex of my thighs, her bottom lip tugged between her teeth.

"god, if you weren't being such a whore tonight... would've eaten you out so good..." she mumbles as she runs a finger up my thigh, and to my covered slit.

my hips automatically bucked up when her finger grazed against my clit, an embarrassingly needy whimper leaving my mouth.

i watched as she collected my wetness with her finger and brought it to her mouth, a satisfied moan leaving her mouth as she tasted myself. i felt my head spinning, both at the sight in front of me and the fact that i'm not getting touched properly.

natasha moves up to straddle me, reaching out to tie my wrists to the headboard, "pull."

i tugged my hands against the restraints to test them, and it didn't budge. she leans down, a small smile on her face, "perfect, are you okay?"

i could only hum in approval, my eyes silently pleading her to give me what i need. she lowers her face even more so she was mere inches from mine.

i let out a shaky breath at our current position, wanting nothing more than her lips on mine. but i knew i was in no place to initiate anything.

"suddenly you're such a good girl, huh?" natasha breathes out against my lips, the back of her fingers brushing lightly against my temple.

my head leans into her touch, my eyes shutting momentarily as i embraced her gentle touch while i still have it.

"oh, the things i'd do to you.." she mumbles mostly to herself before finally capturing my lips with hers. i sighed against her lips, just slightly relieved.

the kiss was anything was soft, yet all it did was leave me wanting more. a whine automatically left my system when natasha pulled away, and i unconsciously tugged at the silk ropes in attempt to get closer to her.

"i need you, natty, please"

she simply chuckles at my begging, seemingly entertained as she moves further down so that she was eye level with my centre.

"you need me here, detka?" her soft voice fills my ear as she snaps my panties against my skin. i flinched, the feeling going straight to my pulsating core.

the familiar buzzing sound fills the room and i almost jumped in excitement, my legs having minds of their own and spreading wider for the redhead.

"my god, you're just a needy little slut, aren't you?" nat laughs dryly at my actions. i couldn't even bring myself to feel embarrassed.

i watched as she ran the vibrator up my inner thigh, and to my panty line, skipping right where i needed her. i bit down on my lip, struggling to stay still as i became more and more needy.

my head fell back to the pillow, defeated when i suddenly felt the vibrator being pressed right against my panty clad clit.

a loud gasp left my lips at the feeling, my hips bucking up into her hand.

"behave, malyshka," natasha warns, and i whimpered.

natasha ups the setting a notch, sending me into a complete frenzy. my hands grabbed onto the silk ropes, my back arching as i tried my best to stay still.

"fuuuuuck," i moaned out after a series of silent gasps, causing a satisfied smile on the redhead's face.

"does it really feel that good, baby?"

i nodded vigorously, the familiar coil in my stomach becoming tighter and tighter as nat moves the vibrator against my clit. and suddenly the feeling was gone.

before i could protest, nat was sitting up, "hold on just a second, love"

i watched as she moved to straddle me, her black lace panties now in full view for me. she pushes her panties to the side, exposing her already wet cunt and GOD when i tell you, i almost moaned at the sight.

"i wanna feel good too," she pouted mockingly before bringing the vibrator back to the small space between our centres.

"oh, god," she breathes out the moment she turns it back on.

i looked down to see her clit pushing against the vibrator that was on me, and i swear, i could've cum on the spot.

the vibration of the toy against my pussy, combined with the pressure nat was causing, made the tightening feeling in the pit of my stomach come back.

natasha was slowly grinding against the vibrator, letting out little pants here and there that were like music to my ears. the fact that i couldn't hold or touch her at all was driving me nuts.

at this point i could tell that nat was too engrossed in the pleasure she was receiving to pay attention to me. i bucked my hips up to meet hers, causing her to fall forward in a choked moan.

she unexpectedly grabs my face, looking at me dead in the eyes. "needy fucking bitch," she spat, causing me to moan as her words goes straight to my core.

"yeah? you like getting called a bitch?" she grinds down particularly harder after her question, both of us moaning at the feeling.

my mouth opened to answer her, but nothing came out. she just laughs mockingly at me, "aw, she can't even speak. are you gonna cum?"

i nodded, looking at her with pleading eyes, "please"

she lets go of my face only to give it a slap, completely catching me off guard. i unconsciously moaned at the sting, loving how rough she was with me.

"fuck, i'm coming too," she moaned as she continued grinding on the toy, chasing her orgasm, "wanna cum with me, baby?"

"please, please– i wanna cum with you, natty," i whined pathetically, feeling the waves about to crash anytime now.

my eyes rolled to the back of my head as natasha peppered kisses all over my neck and moves her mouth to my ear, moaning softly into it.

"now, detka"

the moment those words reached my ears, i finally let go, my back arching into natasha as i let the high take over. my mouth opened, silent gasps leaving my system as i come undone.

natasha falls limp on top of for a second before she gets up, looking at me with a small smile.

she moves back down to turn the vibrator off and chuck it aside.

"your panties' all ruined," she mocked as she runs a finger up and down my covered slit, causing my hips to twitch at the sensitivity.

"can you untie my hands please, they're starting to ache"

nat laughs, half in amusement and guilt, "i'm sorry, my love"

she reaches out to swiftly untie the knots. the moment my hands were free, i wasted no time before pulling her back down against me and crashing our lips together.

i felt her smile into the kiss, causing me to do the same. she pulls away first, breathing heavily as she looks down at me with a smile.

"i take that as a thank you?" she laughs, and i did too as i nodded in agreement.

i tugged my bottom lip between my teeth as i stared at my girlfriend's face. "you know me and wanda could never ever be a thing right?"

she simply snickers, looking back at me with a knowing smile.

"duh, i knew you were just trying to get in my pants"

i rolled my eyes in feign annoyance at her choice of words. "seems like you got into my pants first though," i retorted, playing along.

natasha narrowed her eyes as she nodded slowly, agreeing with me.

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the winter woodworker

pairing: nat/f!reader

summary:

You spit out your name in blind fear when the woman steps closer as a threat. “My car broke down on the road. I was cold and-and scared, and the door was unlocked, and your house was- is very warm. And, um, nice.”

The woman looks at you for a long moment. You can’t really make out any features through the cloth wrapped around her nose and mouth, and the beanie tugged low on her head, but you can see the jade green of her eyes as she glares.

You twist up your sleeves. “Um, I like your, uh, your coat rack.”

notes: nsfw, mostly fluff, some smut, this bitch is long! 8k i think! basically nat hasnt talked to a human in months and youre also just a big naive idiot brat and shes very nice to u even tho she makes fun of u and makes u feel awkward because it amuses her

(ao3)

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BLACK WIDOW (2021) dir. Cate Shortland + parallels.

ITS BEEN SO LONG !

Also a dark!Wandanat where they see you at your job one day and have to be with you 😩

A/N: I would love nothing more than for wandanat to see me working and just be like “hm...let’s fix that” also I know I’ve been gone for years 🥲

warnings: dark!fic (18+ ONLY)

✨👻 spooky month requests 👻✨

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“Hey, can you take the customers that just came in?” you hear your manager ask and nod, smoothing your apron as you head to the front.

“Good morning! How can I help you today?”

Two women stand on the other side of the counter, and as their attention diverts from the items behind the glass to you, charming smiles appear on their faces. The one on your left has bright blonde hair resting on her shoulders in contrast to her counterpart with orange hair, both hiding behind sunglasses, but you couldn’t help feeling like you’d seen them somewhere. 

“Good morning, love,” the orange haired woman speaks softly as she steps a bit closer. “We’ve never been here before. What do you recommend?”

“If you’re feeling something sweet, these donuts are amazing,” you tell them as you gesture to a couple, moving down the counter a bit and the pair follows. “If not, these cheddar bagels are also my favorite.”

“I think we’ll take something sweet,” the blonde woman answers with a grin. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all!”

You carefully package the donuts that your customers select and ring up the transaction, answering a few questions about what the city is like, as they’re apparently just visiting for a while and wanted to know more about the area. When you finish, you’re startled by the blonde woman leaning over the counter to tuck a cash tip in your apron pocket before the pair thanks you and head out while holding hands.

“They must really like you,” your manager jokes as they approach and you cover your face with a laugh.

Outside of the bakery, Wanda climbs onto the bike behind Natasha, placing the food in her bag before wrapping her arms around her waist.

“Do you think asking someone we just met to join us while we’re on the run is coming off too strong?” Wanda asks over Natasha’s shoulder, who chuckles in response almost immediately.

“Who said we were going to ask?”

Words Beneath Your Skin

gif commissioned by: giuliacommissions

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

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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.