I’m one of the only ducks in the Natasha pond according to your asks! Do you have any headcanons for Natasha, either as a top or bottom?
don’t worry, you’re definitely not the only nat lover here.
top natasha is extremely attentive. she’s constantly watching your face for any micro-expressions, for the fluttering of your lashes or the quiver of your lip that tells her you’re close. call it a habit from years of spy experience.
top natasha's a bit of a tease too. she’ll draw her hips back and let you ache and clench around nothing just to see you squirm. “poor baby,” she’ll mock, though not maliciously.
top natasha isn’t theatrical when she’s fucking you. she moans under her breath, her brows furrowed with the effort, but she’s big on eye contact, loves looking you in the eye as she splits you apart.
bottom natasha is a different breed. she’s still composed, never theatrical, but there are little cracks in her armor now. she’s lost the sarcastic tone, refusing to look you in the eye. when you finally do meet her gaze it affects her more than she’ll admit, but her low desperate panting says more than enough.
natasha's not usually big on receiving touches, more so giving them, but when she’s laying under you she’ll take anything. she loves your hand tangled in her hair, whether it’s short, long, blonde, red, whatever. when you tug at it she swears she sees stars.
in the same vein, bottom natasha loves losing physical control. after having no agency over her own body for most of her life, the only person she trusts to touch her is you. when you flip her onto her stomach and drag her hips to yours, she’ll go slack and just groan into the pillows, letting you move and grab her however you want.