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Did you miss me? ❤

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“My beautiful, beautiful Makkari…did you miss me?”🌙

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downtime

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god, he’s adorable!

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DUNE (2021) Trailer

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timothée chalamet as paul atreides → dune (2021) dir. denis villeneuve

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A great man doesn’t seek to lead. He’s called to it. DUNE (2021) Directed by Denis Villeneuve

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Il materiale di origine: Warner Bros. Pictures / New Dune character posters

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DUNE (2021) DIR. DENIS VILLENEUVE

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saw a headcanon somewhere that said thor likes carrying nat around and i just… yeah <3

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A good girlfriend warms her coffee up ;3 featuring Wanda and Nat ;3

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Can we get something with like the first time Natasha realised how strong super soldier reader is and she’s really impressed and maybe a lil turned on

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - MUSCLE

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X SuperSoldier!Reader Fanfic

Synopsis: You haven’t been part of the team long. Even though Natasha knows you’ve received the super soldier serum, she’s never quite appreciated your strength up close. Until now

Warnings: Language

Words: 1611

Despite the fact you had a reputation for being quite cocky when presented with the opportunity, no one would have described you as a show off. You were under no illusions that your abilities only came from a serum that you were lucky enough to have been gifted. If you were perfectly honest you found yourself much more impressed with the agents that tended to surround you on missions - people who had worked and trained and laboured for years to become as skilled and strong as they were. Surely that was more impressive than simply being injected with something?

So you had found it quite a surprise the first time you were told to accompany some of The Avengers on a mission. Even more so when the first lead to a second. Which lead to a third. And eventually you were there so often for briefings and training that you were given your own room at the compound - something that frankly blew your mind. What surprised you the most was the fact you didn’t actually feel like you’d contributed anything. The missions you went on generally required muscle. Steve, Bucky, Thor or Bruce regular companions for you. However you couldn’t help thinking they could have done it all without you.

Even though you were yet to go on missions with some of the team, you had gotten to know them all well enough. Training sessions more often than not weren’t done alone. It was rare to walk into the gym and find no one there to spar with. Meal times were also a communal affair, everyone eating at roughly the same time ensuring it was impossible to eat alone unless you took your food back to your own quarters. You found yourself growing fond of the people around you quickly. Some more than others.

It shocked you how quickly you clicked with Natasha given how little you still knew about each other. Maybe that’s why she liked you; never pushing her for information about her past or intimate details, just happy to laugh together and enjoy one another’s company. It was clear to everyone that you got on well together. However what was the most clear was that you were definitely attracted to one another. It was difficult to be subtle in your admiration of Natasha, often unable to tear your eyes away from her before someone would notice and give you a teasing nudge and a grin. You didn’t mind really, it was hard to be embarrassed when you were intelligent enough to notice that Natasha was looking at you in much the same way.

Natasha was your most common training partner and the longer the two of you worked out together, the more the tension grew. Flirty comments and lingering glances became more common and even though yes, you weren’t a show off, you couldn’t help but feel smug every time you caught the red head looking at you.

However even with all of Natasha’s study of you since you had joined the team, she was yet to see just what you were capable of. Natasha wasn’t stupid and of course she had read your file as soon as she she’d been told you were joining the team. She was more than aware of your abilities and the serum that coursed through your veins even if she had never seen evidence of it up close. She had teased you on occasion when you would spar in the gym - “Come on, show me what you’re really made of.” - but she knew for a fact you were holding back for her benefit. No matter her talents on the battlefield or in a fight, she doubted she had the strength to go head to head with you on your worst day.

She couldn’t help but be curious though. She’d heard stories from the boys when you’d come back from a mission. Read the reports in your file. But there was no photo or video evidence anywhere to actually demonstrate what you were capable of.

The first time she got to see an example of your strength was so frustratingly unremarkable, she wanted to laugh. She’d been waiting for something incredible; stopping a train in its tracks, holding up a collapsing building, something heroic. But instead it was a boring favour that wasn’t quite the earth shattering moment she’d been waiting for.

Jogging around the compound on your morning work out, you found yourself distracted by voices coming from the open garage as you passed, pulling out your earphones and making your way towards the source of the noise. It didn’t take long to realise what the commotion was about - Natasha needed her motorcycle out of the garage but Bucky being Bucky had parked one of the cars in front of the bike with little regard for how anyone could get past it if they needed to. Of course the keys and Bucky were no where to be found.

“Have you seen Bucky?”

The sound of Natasha’s voice pulled you away from your study of the vehicle blocking the motorcycle, looking up to find the red head and Sam looking back at you.

Shaking your head, you took a step closer, “Not today no, I assume you have him to thank for blocking you in?”

“Yes. Asshole.” grumbled Natasha, scuffing her boot against the ground in annoyance.

“Do you want me to move it?”

Rolling her eyes and giving you a sarcastic glare, Natasha threw her hands up in the air, “Ohhhh why didn’t we think of that? We’ll just get the keys and move it. Obviously he has them and that’s not an op…”

Natasha trailed off and stopped speaking, however her mouth remained hanging open as you ignored her snarky rant and took a few steps towards the car. Both Sam and Natasha watched in silence as you bent your legs at the knees and squatted down beside the vehicle. Your hands hooked underneath it as you took a deep breath, before slowly lifting it from the ground and moving it a few feet to the right. You readjusted your feet, taking another breath before shuffling a little further over so there was room for Natasha to get her bike out and finally placed the car back on the ground.

Looking up at the other woman, you dusted off your hands and gave her a grin, “Better?”

“You just lifted that like it was made of cotton candy.” muttered Sam, looking down at the car and then back at you in disbelief.

Shrugging, your grin only widened in the direction of the red head as you flexed one of your arms at her jokingly, “What can I say? You impressed?”

Narrowing her eyes playfully, Natasha wet her lips, “Don’t be cocky.”

“I’ll stop being cocky just as soon as you stop staring.” you fired back, shooting her a quick wink before putting your earphones back in and jogging out of the garage to continue with your workout.

Silence fell over the two people who remained in the garage for a few seconds, still processing what they had just witnessed before Sam cleared his throat and spoke, “If you two finally end up sleeping together, I’d make sure you have the next day off work cause you’re gonna need some recovery time.”

“Shut up.” laughed Natasha, punching him gently in the arm.

“You know I’m right!”

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Part Two

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Natasha Romanoff X Reader - MUSCLE PT. 2

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X SuperSoldier!Reader Fanfic

Synopsis: Part two to Muscle. Since seeing an example of your strength, Natasha is a little flustered around you

Warnings: Suggestive conversation

Words: 1222

At first Natasha wasn’t quite sure what to say to you without embarrassing herself. When she bumped into you in the gym later that evening she felt like she should at least acknowledge your interaction from earlier. However she didn’t want to literally drool over you and further inflate your ego, so instead she was stuck somewhere in the middle of ignoring it completely or obsessing over you.

“Wanna fight a bit?”

Your question broke her from her internal struggle, but she found herself grateful for it as it provided just the opening she’d been looking for. Giving you a quirk of the eyebrow, the corner of Natasha’s lip curled slightly, “Not sure I do anymore after earlier.”

Letting out a bark of laughter, you stood opposite her on the mat in the centre of the gym, “You know I’ve always been able to do that … nothing’s changed.”

“Ah-ha! I knew you were going easy on me.”

Sticking your tongue out the corner of your mouth, you shrugged, “Of course I was, wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours would I?”

You were surprised when Natasha actually blushed, turning her head away from you a little in a failed attempt to hide it. Unfortunately for the red head, you weren’t about to let it go and save her embarrassment.

“Are you blushing Romanoff?” you teased, taking a step further onto the mat and ducking your head to try and make eye contact, “Over little old me?”

Finally she met your eye, glaring back at you defiantly, “Just cause you’re stronger than me, doesn’t mean I won’t give it a try choking the life out of you if you keep going.”

“Is it weird that I kinda wanna do it more now?”

The fact she was trying desperately to hide a smile at your comment was obvious, but she attempted to disguise it none the less. Natasha couldn’t decide whether she was irritated or impressed by your ability to get the upper hand with her, composing herself and regaining a neutral expression before making eye contact with you again. You weren’t about to drop it that easily though.

“So …” you took another step forward, a smile painting your face that told her you were in the mood to toy with her, “Is that a yes to fighting or … you gonna follow through on your threat?”

As you had stepped closer, Natasha had taken a sidestep away from you. Following her lead you did the same, and so did she, until eventually you were circling one another on the mat. Her eyes never left yours and you could practically see the gears turning in her head as she tried to think of a way to get control of the situation and wipe the arrogant smile off your face.

The look in her eyes was somewhere between the most dangerous and the sexiest thing you’d ever seen, and you wanted nothing more than to provoke a reaction and see what she would do next. Beckoning her closer with a curl of your hands, you gave her your cockiest grin, “Come on princess, I’ll go easy on you I promise.”

Natasha’s jaw tightened at your words, eyes darkening and fists clenching at her sides. She didn’t react immediately, the tension thick in the air until eventually she stepped forward and jumped towards you. She was quick - you’d give her that. Of course your reactions were good enough to beat her but where would be the fun in that? You allowed her to wrap herself around you, legs swinging around your body until eventually her thighs were settled atop your shoulders. With a twist of her body she wrapped her legs around your neck, using her weight to overbalance the pair of you until you found yourself flat on your back with Natasha’s thighs astride your chest. Her fists landed on the mat either side of your head, and despite the fact you had all but allowed her to get the upper hand and you knew how skilled the other woman was, you still had to admit you were a little stunned to find yourself underneath her on the ground.

Sitting up slightly from underneath her, you forced her to lean back as you shuffled up onto your elbows and raised your head with a grin, “Very impressive.”

“Don’t patronise me.”

You chuckled quietly, “You had no problem being patronised when I allowed you to pin me to the ground.”

Natasha scoffed and pushed you in the chest, “So now you’re too arrogant to admit when you’re beaten? Muscles only get you so far.”

“Whereas I do quite agree,” you started, bringing your hand up to meet hers where it still rested on your chest, “I’d like to think I’m a little more than muscle.”

Before she could respond you tugged on her arm, bringing her forward and throwing her off balance so you were able to flip her over and reverse your position. Natasha grunted as her back hit the ground, trapped in place by your legs either side of her waist and her hands pinned above her head.

“Now this is much better.” you taunted, leaning over the other woman with a teasing smile, “I could get used to having you flat on your back.”

Huffing in frustration, Natasha wriggled underneath you for a few seconds before realising it was pointless. She blew out a sharp breath to move the strand of hair that had fallen over her face and scowled up at you in reluctant acceptance of the fact you once again had control before responding, “I wouldn’t get used to it, not sure you’ll be lucky enough to enjoy it again.”

“Forgive me, I thought that’s what you wanted? At least that’s what Sam seemed to think in the garage earlier?” She looked surprised by your questions and you couldn’t help but laugh, leaning down further and setting your face just in front of hers as you lowered your voice, “I’m not just muscle remember? I got the whole package. That includes incredibly good hearing.”

It surprised you how quickly Natasha composed herself, tilting her head to the side with a defiant smirk, “Like it’s a surprise we’ve been flirting for weeks now? Naturally the team have noticed we have an interest in one another.”

“So you’re not worried?” you asked.

Wriggling her wrists as a signal for you to let go, you gave her what she wanted and released her arms, allowing her to sit up on her elbows and bring her face closer, “About what exactly?”

“You think you could handle me?”

The laugh Natasha let out was quiet yet somehow sinister in a way that had a shudder travelling the length of your spine. Setting her face next to yours, she moved until she was close enough to scrape her teeth slowly along the length of your jaw. You had to resist shivering at the action, your heart beating faster as she reached your lobe and tugged on it gently with her teeth before speaking quietly into your ear, “Trust me, I’m more of a handful than you.”

“Oh I bet you are.” you breathed, turning your head enough to meet hers and finally brush your lips ever so lightly over hers.

“In fact when I’m done with you, I think you’ll be the one needing recovery time.”

Now that was a challenge you couldn’t refuse.

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“Did you get it?”

“Totally”

“You’re taking a selfie, aren’t you?”

“Yep”

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 we are cold blades with flaming souls. // Slavic girls yelena & natasha