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fluffylino · 4 months

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hyunjin does something risky after christmas lunch

-contains mature themes

"shhh be quiet" hyunjin whispered in your ear.

you tried. you really tried to keep your mouth shut. your chest burning with embarassment.

your grandmother had invited the two of you for lunch. hyunjin was more than excited to join in on the family lunch. helping with the food.

he even attempted to cook some butter garlic shrimps for your grandmother.

it had been an hour since yall finished lunch. the two of you walking into your grandma's second bedroom.

you plopped down on the bed, face first. groaning at how nice it felt. hyunjin did the same.

except he chose to fall right on top of you. giggling as you tried to swat him off.

your laugh dying down. realising how heavy he was on your back.

basically pushing you into the mattress. his body covering yours. bulge perfectly slotted between. not to mention, the christmas dress you wore was flowy. and the material was thin.

allowing you to feel him.

all of him.

"should w-"

"doll if you need an extra pillow, help yourself" you shoved him off so hard, he plummeted into the pillows kept at the end. there was no way you could get caught in such a compromising position.

"yesss grandma, we'll sleep for sometime!" you let out in a sing song voice, assuring her that she could nap for a while as well. to which she nodded, smiling brightly when hyunjin thanked her for being so sweet.

and with that she shut the bedroom door. there was an other door as well. one that opened up to the hall. and the one she came in from led to the passage.

so when you turned around. hyunjin had a smirk on his face. he had layed himself across the bed in such a seductive pose, you couldn't resist.

and when you were close enough, he pounced on you. tackling you on the bed. both of you laughing and playing around.

you had fallen asleep. for maybe 20 minutes.

woken up to the feeling of wetness between your legs. you sighed out, pressing yourself closer to hyunjin. chest to chest. his arm thrown over your waist. your leg hitched over him. you were closer than ever. his hot breath on your neck. lips leaving slow wet kisses.

you opened your eyes. his nose almost touching yours. eyebrows furrowed.

"you're up" he mumbled, and then you felt something hard nudge against your entrance.

wait, when did your panties come off. well they weren't off completely. just pushed below your knees.

"hyunjin" you whisper yelled. every ounce of sleep leaving you at the realisation.

you couldn't be doing something like this at your grandmother's house.

all your thoughts evaporating. burying your face into his covered chest. fingers fisting his shirt as he pushed in.

completely. not giving you time to register anything.

"aahh" he sighed out, closing his eyes. you were tight. it had been almost three whole weeks since. the two of you being busy. and now that it was christmas, he had got to spend more time with you.

"hyun-nie not h-here" you murmured.

what if she walked in. you knew one of the doors couldn't lock. but you didn't know which one.

was it the first door?

or was it the second door?

"as long as we stay silent, no one will know" he reassured, pulling you against him. his hand hooking under the knee that was over his waist.

using it as a lever to thrust into you.

"missed being i-in you" his voice was soft. his hair tickling you when he kissed you. you moaned into his mouth.

dick filling you up so well, you wanted to cry.

"shouldn't be d-doing...here" he nodded, trying to soothe your anticipation.

"taking me so good" he praised, tongue grazing your bottom lip which he had already chewed up. relishing your lips like it was his candy.

your heart racing at the thought of being interrupted. the thought of being caught. even though his bedsheet covered you.

and he froze.

and you froze.

footsteps right near the door.

it was probably your grandmother walking outside the room. involuntarily you moved your hips, a choked moan leaving his parted lips.

but you were quick to cover his mouth with your hand.

"don't you feel dirty having me in you...on this bed" you shook your head. hyunjin, himself was panting softly. rutting into you at a slow pace.

"you started it" you let out, bringing your hand up to cup his face.

so pretty. so elegant. he really was ethereal. a single drop of sweat trickling down his chin.

"sorry doll, you looked so ravishing" he admitted. hand stroking your thigh that was hooked on his hip.

"missed y-you"

he kissed your forehead, moving his head back on the pillow. eyed locked onto yours. that was one thing he loved. eye contact. it made everything more intimate.

"sweet baby are you gonna cum?" he asked, his own chest heaving as much as yours. you nodded.

"i-im cumming..in you" his thrusts growing erratic. filling you up in spurts. triggering your own release as you coated his dick.

pulling out carefully. he made sure to keep your dress out of the way.

your heart swelling at how passionate he was being. he got off the bed, crawling to the edge of the bed. you were surprised.

until his mouth made contact with your cunt. back arching as he wasted no time im eating you out. still dripping with a mixture of both of you.

covering your mouth with your hand at the feeling of his tongue in you. overstimulation kicking in. thighs closing around his head. but he didn't mind it.

slurping at your pussy with pure desire.

and he came up. climbing over you. hands on either side of your head. pressing his coated lips against yours.

kissing you. opening his mouth to let you have a taste. so filthy.

yet so unbearably hot.

#this is so soft #I legit wrote it in half an hour #need a loving bf like him #hwang hyunjin imagines #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #dom!hyunjin #dom hyunjin #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #bang chan smut #mommy hyunjin #fluffylino works

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stories-and-coffee · 22 days

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Found on pinterest. The artist is @lindebergart on Twitter

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian art #din djarin #grogu djarin #din and grogu #this is so soft

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afewproblems · 1 year

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I think Steve needs a secret creative hobby that he springs on the group, surprising everyone.

Sometimes, it can be a little depressing to believe that everyone you love sees you as this one guy, this dumb jock. Intellectually, he knows that the kids and Robin, Nance, and Eddie don't think he's stupid, but that doesn't make the feeling go away.

What if his mom had put him in a ballroom dancing class when he was younger? From age 7 to 12, he took dancing through an independent studio with the other rich kids. It started with ballroom, which continued into swing-dancing. He loved it.

And Steve was good.

He was fluid and graceful, an absolute natural the instructor would remark to his mother when she would come to pick him up. In fact, they were picking kids to participate in the upcoming tournament for the youth category, and Steve was a perfect candidate, the instructor said.

That was until his dad made the executive decision to pull Steve out and force him into sports after catching Steve dancing with his mom in the kitchen. Watching his son twirling around with Susan Harrington, a small indulgent smile on her face, was the final straw for Richard.

"No son of mine is going to prance around like that, like a little fairy," he snarled as he dragged Steve away from the kitchen, his firm white-knuckle grip holding Steve's small arm as they made their way up the stairs to his room.

Steve tried not to make a sound as he covered his ears to the yelling match taking place in room below him.

Steve ended up in little league the next day.

Steve still practiced though, on his own.

It wasn't as though he hadn't made friends in that class, kids who kept on with it.

He missed it, he missed them. He missed how he felt when dancing.

It was freeing.

Carla Neilson taught him the new steps, things she continued to learn while Steve played baseball, basketball, and eventually made the swim team in highschool.

Swimming would probably be the closest he would get to that feeling of gliding along the floor, that grace and fluidity never really leaving him.

He had been a decent player at one time because of his quick feet, but that was before Billy Hargrove rolled into town. Steve never quite learned how to plant his feet because dancing always kept him moving, Hargrove seemed to enjoy pointing out how truly 'fairy-like' he was as he made his way across the court. Those words, the same words his father had hissed at him, all those years ago left him cold and hurt.

He stops dancing after that.

It's not until years later, after Vecna, after Billy dies and his Father disowns him, after he kisses Eddie for the first time and he finally feels like he can breath again that the group finds out.

It's at a party. Everyone of age is a little tipsy or faded at this point in the evening and playing a question game, the kids roll their eyes at their older friends antics and stick to the Nintendo across the living room of Steve and Eddie's apartment.

The question of, 'What is your hidden talent,' comes up and everyone takes their turn.

Robin recites the alphabet backwards, not blinking or pausing the entire way which everyone applauds for once she's finished.

Nancy does a quick handstand and takes three steps backward before dropping her legs back to the ground, she curtsies with a sly smile and laughs as she sits next to Robin again who is staring at Nancy like shes never seen her before.

Eddie thinks for a moment before lifting his hand to his mouth and blows out an impressively loud whistle that prompts Mike to tell them all off for being loud.

Jonathan blows a giant smoke ring while Argyle moonwalks around the living room, earning the pair of them a chorus of woops and applause.

Everyone turns to Steve once Argyle drops back to his seat next to Jonathan, "Alright brochacho you're up man," he says with a hazy smile.

Steve thinks for a moment, looking around at everyone, all of these people who love him, and makes a decision.

"Uh, yeah okay, I've got one," he says slowly before standing up from the loveseat he's sharing with Eddie, "but I'll need a volunteer and some music".

"Oh my God," Robin stage whispers to Nancy, "is he going to do magic right now? Steven Harrington can you do magic??"

Steve snorts and rolls his eyes, "I think I found my volunteer," he holds out his hand for Robin to take as Eddie stands up to turn on their second-hand record player they got from Uncle Wayne as a house warming.

"Uh, one of mine Eds," Steve says with a slight shake to his voice, "something with a beat".

"Oh shit," Robin chokes out as Steve tugs her close. She nearly stumbles, but his arms hold her up.

Eddie smirks like it's a challenge and pulls out Whitney Houston, earning a smile from Jonathan and a small, 'really?' from Nancy.

Argyle laughs, "Heck Yeah man, Whitney rocks dude, turn that shit up!"

Steve smiles and takes a deep breath, his heart is racing but he doesn't care in this moment, he looks at Eddie who is grinning at him, a slightly curious look on his face.

And it's like riding a bike, he leads Robin across the small space twirling and dipping her as she squeals and tries to follow.

Steve probably could have picked a slightly less clumsy volunteer, but he loves Robin and showing her, showing them all, this part of himself after hiding it for so long just means the world to him.

He keeps his own feet fast, keeping the beat but moving Robin where she needs to be as they glide over the carpet, he spins her out and then back into his arms as the song ends, they are both breathing heavily by the time the last note rings out and Robin can't contain her hands from smacking into Steve's chest as she yells, "Who the fuck are you! Dingus how could you hide this!"

Steve blushes as Eddie comes up behind him to hook his head over his shoulder as his arms come up to wrap around Steve's waist.

"Fancy footwork dude," Argyle says nodding at Jonathan who is looking at Steve with fascination.

"When did you learn to dance?" Nancy asks, her voice soft and kind, as though she knows exactly how big this is for him.

"I will accept the fact that you did not pick me to dance just now if I can be your partner next time," Eddie says into Steve's ear, letting his teeth graze the lobe slightly making Steve shiver and laugh.

El and Max refuse to let him sit down for the rest of the night, insisting that he do that spinning move with each of them until all of the kids demand a turn.

Even Mike.

And he loves them all, happy to have finally shared this piece of himself with all of them. His heart is full.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #the party #steve harrington is a dancer #let steve have hobbies #this turned out way longer than i meant it to #fanfiction #steve x eddie #stranger things season 4 #head canon #steddie drabble #steve harrinton has a bad dad #soft steve harrington #found family is the best family #this is so soft

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brainwormcity · 3 months

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These bastards, I cannot cope. 😭😭😭

#Crowley is so in love with him #and Azraphale knows it #this is so soft #the puppy dog eyes #the sympathetic pout #I could die #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #michael sheen #david tennant

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cloned-eyes · 7 months

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:D seratonin

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #star wars #ct 9904 #star wars fanart #clone force 99 #the bad batch fanart #eyesdraws #tbb omega #modern au #in which Hunter is a divorced single dad and gets his brothers to help him raise a child #honestly just craving soft crosshair and baby omega #like ahhhhhhh my heart #ugly crying #this is so soft #also made his tighs kinda thicc on accident

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tloubraininfection · 1 year

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#this is so soft #my heart #tlou #the last of us #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams

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i-llbedammned · 1 year

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I just thought everyone should see this lovely Narumitsu pic that @reinmeka drew a while back. It is lovely and soft.

#phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #mitsunaru #ace attorney #this is so soft

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sophsun1 · 8 months

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whumpypepsigal · 10 months

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Secret Invasion s01e03: “You really are shameless, aren't you? Anyone that could say what you said to me yesterday, have the balls to come up in here and ask me for help?”

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doobea · 4 months

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hey u guys wanna see this cute barou comm I got done by my fav artist — of course yall wanna look pfft

art made by: @ruiaes :) 💓💓💓

HES SO GAAAAHHHH 🥹🥹 I HAVE NO WORDS TO EXPRESS HOW CUTE HE IS HOW CUTE WE ARE AND HOW THANKFUL I AM FOR HOW THIS TURNED OUT

#THIS IS SO SOFT #AJDHAJAGAJSBA #barou light novel WHEN PLS #I need to come up w ship name….#ANYWAYS SUPPORT UR TUMBLR ARTISTS WHENEVER YOU GUYS CAN #her comms are closed rn BUT keep your eyes peeled #thank you again 😭😭😭

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ilsaethan · 1 year

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#filmedit #missionimpossibleedit #tcruiseedit #rfergusonedit #mission impossible #mission: impossible #ilsa x ethan #ilsa faust #ethan hunt #tom cruise #rebecca ferguson #*mine #*touch #ilsa honey #hellooooo #this is so soft #i'm 🥺🥺🥺#his heart eyes #excuse me sir

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dovesintherain · 10 months

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butterfly kisses

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warnings: fluff, kissing, butterflies?

an: hi :) so i accidentally deleted my other account so im reposting everything on this new one, bare with me please ! im very sorry for the confusion and inconvenience !

your quiet morning turns into tender moments.

Everything was warm. That was the only way to describe what you believed to be the most perfect morning you were graciously given.

As you roused from sleep the first thing you noticed was how quiet it was. The rain that was relentlessly tapping at your window through the night had finally stopped, and in its place was the low glow of the sun as it began its journey into the sky. The sunrise had barely started and you considered going back to sleep, but the past couple days left you with little to no time for yourself so you chose to take this gift of freedom in stride. After peeling yourself out of bed, you took a quick shower and began to get ready for the day. Before leaving the confines of your room you grabbed one of your spare blankets in your closet and headed downstairs. It hadn’t been so nice outside for so long you thought it was a shame to waste it, opting to spend your morning laying by the lake that neighboured the compound.

As you rounded the corner of the lower level you spotted someone in the kitchen. The flash of red hair told you everything. Natasha had always been an early riser. She had also always been one to stay up late so you often found yourself worrying if she even slept. You knew she heard you before you had even entered the space, unsurprisingly. It crossed your mind that her sensitivity to her surroundings might be the reason for her lack of sleep. That quickly vanished as you took in her appearance as you approached her. Her hair in an intricate braid going down her back, messy from sleep. Face bare of any makeup and a small smile gracing her features. She stood leaning against the counter in what you believed to be her sleep clothes, soft gray shorts and a black tank-top. You thought that she had never looked more beautiful.

“Morning.” Her voice laced with sleep echoed softly through the kitchen.

You returned her sentiment as you approached her and stopped standing on the other side of the large island in the center of the room.

“Going somewhere?” She spoke as she gestured to the folded blanket resting in your arms.

“I was going to go lay by the lake for a bit, enjoy the weather while it lasts.” You paused for a moment and spoke your next words carefully. “You’re welcome to join me if you’d like.” You focused on reducing the shakiness in your voice while trying not to sound too hopeful in your invitation.

“Sure.” She said with such ease that you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thirsty?” She asked as she pushed herself from the counter and made her way to the fridge.

As she opened the door she turned her head to you ready to receive an answer. You nodded and her smile grew as she turned back towards the open door, eyes scanning for a beverage that she deemed suitable for your morning picnic. You assumed she had found something as she reached in and pulled out a small pitcher of lemonade. She turned towards you as her smile slowly turned into a smirk.

“Isn’t that Wandas?” You asked with your voice tinged with amusement.

Natasha gave you a look that said “she wouldn’t miss it” and you both stifled your laughs as she grabbed two glasses from the cupboard before following you to the back door.

The spot you had in mind wasn’t too far from the compound. It was close to the water's edge under a large willow tree. You had found the spot a couple weeks back when you had an afternoon to yourself and made a mental note to return. Despite the close proximity and easy route, you had almost gotten lost due to how distracted you had become. The soft thud of steps on grass accompanied the light whistle of the morning breeze that glided through the trees. The sun had risen higher and allowed rays to shine through the gaps in the foliage above you, turning green leaves into gold and leaving a warm haze. A warmth that was most certainly reflected on your face as you glanced at the woman next to you.

You watched at how the impossible turned possible. Natasha had become even more beautiful. As you walked through the spots of sun she was illuminated in a way that could only be described as ethereal. You had to catch yourself from stumbling despite the relatively even terrain. Her eyes flickered to yours, amusement present in the way she looked at you. You had been caught staring. You quickly averted your gaze and became much more fascinated with your feet as they pushed shallow dents into the lush grass. Opting to avoid further embarrassment you chose to keep your eyes ahead for the remainder of the walk. You tried to conceal your nerves when the hand that held the two glasses began to brush lightly against yours. You felt your face grow warmer.

You joined the team almost a year ago now and you’re proud to say that you had a place among the family you found yourself in. You developed bonds and friendships that you grew to cherish and often reminded yourself of how lucky you were to have them. The team caught on quickly to the fact that you and Natasha had grown quite close, as it was unusual for the spy to allow anyone past arm's length. Clint found you in your room one evening and explained how rare and difficult it was for her. That made it all the more special to you. Your affection towards Natasha slowly revealed itself as a double edged sword. She had entrusted you with a friendship that you held so carefully in your heart, but your feelings grew into something you hadn’t expected. Fearful of shattering the relationship seemingly made of the finest glass due to your heart holding too tightly with only the intention of tenderness. You swallowed your true feelings out of fear that they were not reciprocated, deciding however close she allowed you to be would be a courtesy nonetheless.

You finally arrived at your spot. You slowed to a stop and took in the view in front of you. The sun had risen even further into the sky, allowing its glow to dance across the water as the waves rippled with the wind.

“Beautiful.” Natasha whispered under her breath. A statement that was probably meant to be private but the wind decided otherwise as it carried it to your ears.

You turned your head to look at her and shared a small smile before laying out the blanket. After kicking off your shoes you both settled yourselves comfortably looking out over the water. After a moment’s peace you felt Natasha lightly nudge your foot with hers, following her eyes you landed on the stolen lemonade. You simply nodded your head and she began to pour you both a glass. You sat quietly. Observing the shining water, grass tickling your feet, morning breeze passing over your faces and the taste of lemons on your tongues.

More time had passed and you found yourself lying on your stomach, propped up on your forearms with Natasha laying on her side facing you, her head held by her hand. You felt her watching you, daring you to catch her gaze. Replaying what occurred on your walk here, you kept yourself busy with the grass you were combing through your fingers.

A flash in your peripheral caught your attention and you looked up to find a butterfly had landed on the rim of your empty glass. Its body and wings were black making it seem more like a silhouette against the brightness of the sunrise. You watched as it began to drink the residual liquid that stuck to the inside of the glass. You looked over at Natasha who was utterly captivated by the small creature. You watched as her eyes filled with wonder and the way she held her breath as not to disturb you little visitor.

You slowly brought your finger to the rim of the glass and watched as the butterfly climbed into you resting comfortably. Natasha looked at you as if you just discovered a new planet. Disbelief and curiosity written on her face over the fact that you were able to hold such a delicate being in your hands. Immediately you wanted to share this moment with her. Your eyes fitted between hers, a smile on your face as you reached with your other hand to gently guide hers up to yours. When she realized what you were doing her expression suddenly changed to apprehension. It took you a moment to realize that the fear wasn’t of the creature, she was afraid she would scare it away. You came to a conclusion that gentleness had always been rare for Natasha.

“It’s okay.” You said softly as to not ruin the intimate atmosphere you found yourselves in as you allowed the butterfly to pass from your finger to hers.

The way Natasha looked at the creature in her hand made your heart clench in your chest. As the butterfly opened its wings in a stretch you heard the smallest of gasps leave the woman next to you. The wings revealed a bright red pattern framed in black markings. Suddenly she looked like a much younger version of herself. She looked like she came from a time before she knew how difficult of a life she would have ahead of her. You wished you knew her then.

“Pretty isn’t she?” You said as your eyes caught hers. “She reminds me of you.” As you gazed back down at its bright wings, her eyes doing the same.

“Because she’s a redhead?” She looked at you with a playful smirk on her face which brought a smile to your own.

You swallow your fear and let the adoration for her wash over you and choose your next words, “because she’s graceful, gentle and beautiful.”

Natasha looked at you in a way she never had before. The tenderness in her gaze almost capsized you entirely.

“She’s also a little shy…” You added as an afterthought to lighten the heaviness of previously said words. You caught her trying to suppress a small laugh and you thought about how badly you wished to hear it.

Your attention was taken as you watched your small visitor take its leave and fluttered across the lake, disappearing in the scenery. The atmosphere felt lighter then. You were reminded of a memory you had of your childhood that brewed a warmth in your belly and grew a smile on your face. You turned to Natasha who was still watching the water wearing a smile of her own.

“Have you ever had a butterfly kiss?” The words fell out of your mouth before you had a chance to stop them. Her brows furrowed slightly and she shook her head, the smile still present. You tried to disguise the inner battle you were having with yourself while still holding her gaze. You chose to be brave.

You adjusted yourself slightly on your arms to face her properly before leaning towards her. You kept your gaze locked on hers looking for any signs of discomfort, finding none you continued closer. You got so close that you felt her breath fan over your face and her nose brushing lightly against yours. Your hands held the grass in tight fists in an attempt to ground yourself. Her eyes fluttered closed and you leaned down a fraction so you were eye level with her flushed cheeks. You let your eyelashes brush against her skin as you blinked three times in an attempt to convey the three words you wish you had the courage to say to her.

You pulled away sporting a wide grin and a flush face, Natasha mirrored you in that moment. You both broke out into a series of light laughs that slowly turned into giggles. She made you feel like a much younger version of yourself.

You watched as she turned to lay on her back, gaze fitted up at the large tree looming over the two of you. You followed her, your hair laying haphazardly across the blanket beneath you. You watched as the wind carried the leaves of the willow back and forth in a dance and you felt lucky to be able to be their audience. You held your breath as you felt Natasha slowly reach for your hand, intertwining your fingers in a loose hold. You could feel the nervousness in her fingertips and you held her hand a little tighter. As she began to caress the back of your hand with her thumb, you knew you did the right thing.

You heard the movement of the blanket shifting against the grass and turned your head to find Natasha looking at you again. For the first time you saw fear flash through her expression. You squeezed her hand in reassurance and she smiled in an attempt to cure your concerns, you knew her well enough to know her nerves hadn’t settled. The wind picked up speed and a few strands of hair flew over your face, some getting caught in your eyelashes, distorting your view of her. Before you had the chance to brush them away, you watched in bated breath as her hand came into view and the light touch of her fingertips danced along your temple, effectively moving the hair from your eyes.

As she pulled her hand away you took a moment to look at her, it was rare that she was this close to you. The wind had blown through the strands of hair that came out of her braid which settled to frame her face. Her eyes caught the few rays of light shining through the tree above you and glowed with warmth, the nervousness still swimming in them. Her freckles that ran across her nose and flushed cheeks were prominent due to the absence of makeup and you internally wished she didn’t cover them. Her lips were a shade of pink, close to the shade of her cheeks and you imagined how soft they must be.

You quickly realized you were staring again and your eyes flew back up to hers. Her expression was unreadable as she searched your eyes for something. Suddenly the nervousness in her eyes was accompanied with determination.

It was her turn to be brave.

“Can I kiss you?” She whispered so softly you thought it was wind playing tricks on you. Your body worked faster than your brain as you began to lean towards her and she met you halfway.

She tasted like lemonade and warm things you couldn’t name. You brought your hand up to cup her jaw, her skin soft and heated from the flush that had taken over her complexion. Her hand had settled on your waist attempting to pull you closer. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. The kiss was soft but sure. You could feel how much she wanted you too. Joy and relief filled every corner of your body and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, you could feel Natasha start to smile too. Eventually your grins were too wide to continue so you reluctantly pulled away. Breathless, you looked at each other and all you could think about was how much you loved her.

“We should do this again sometime.” She murmured as her lips brushed against yours as she spoke.

“I’d like that.” You replied as you watched her fear wash away like the currents of the lake.

Everything was warm because all you could feel was her.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fluff #mcu imagine #fluff #this is so soft

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