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kachulein · 4 years

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Got tagged by @ultkyu to answer some questions! Thank you dear, I'm so excited for this~🥺💞

1. If you were an animal, what animal would you be and why?

× I'd be a cat, 100%. Cats are my love and my life, I've always wanted to be one, tbh (not in a furry type of way, but I feel like life would be easier if I was a cat, lmao). I love how cats take no shit and do whatever they want. They're very independent and individual and I'm all here for that.

2. What two anime characters or kpop idols are your type?

× Can I do both anime characters and kpop idols??

× As for anime characters, Jaeha from Akatsuki no Yona and Kirito from Sword Art Online are totally my type!!😍

× And in terms of kpop idols... omg,, how am I supposed to *only* name two?? Hmm, thinking about it, I guess not all of my biases are my "type" per se... but there's two that come to mind right now hhhh. One of them is Kevin Moon from The Boyz, he really ticks off (almost) every bullet point in my list for my "ideal type" and honestly, this list is freaking contradictory and has vvv high standards but Kevin is THAT boi, basically my imaginative ideal boyfriend personified. :') And the second one who I'd say is totally my type is Hwang Hyunjin from Stray Kids. I've always loved drawing him the most of all kpop idols and I still do tbh (but I can't fill my feed on my insta art account with JUST Hyunjin drawings,, you know,,,). His fashion!! I'm so here for it and vibe with it so well. Plus,,,idk,,, I feel like I could connect to him in some ways so ajxjsjdjjs yeah. There's just something about him and Kevin that inspires me so much, I really love these two bois.

3. Are there any writers or artists (art or music) that inspire you? If so, list 5.

× YES. I decided to name a few artists because I realize I've never talked about the artists whose artworks inspire me the most. They're all on Instagram, so I'll be naming their @'s

a.) @/shooky_dough: I'm probably not the only one who knows Nikki, hehe, but her art is SO amazing. She's got this really distinct style which I'd put into the category of semirealism. Her kpop fanart is soooo good and I used her tutorials to learn how to get better at sketching. If you look at the sketches I've been posting for the past few months on my insta art account, you'll notice that they're highly inspires by Nikki's art. She's definitely the artist I'm looking at most in terms of inspiration and improving on my own art.^-^

b.) @/angelganev: His art is sooo pretty. He does semirealism and I've found him by browsing through pinterest to find some art inspiration/references/tutorials. He also does drawing contests in which his followers can draw one of his work he selects in their own style and he gives a shout out to the ones he liked best. It's always interesting!!

c.) @/melmadedooks: This man can draw about ANYTHING, he's so talented. He used to draw lots of his 'dooks' and I've found him through seeing some of his works on pinterest (again, lol). I've actually redrawn two of his 'dooks' and posted them to my art account AND HE LIKED BOTH OF THEM, I WAS SO HAPPY OMG!!! He used to draw his dooks using only one coloured pencil, so I've also started experimenting with that and instead of using a graphite pencil, I used coloured pencils for my sketches and those gave off very different vibes that I really liked!!

d.) @/rezajeez: Probably *the* kpop fanartist I've been following for the longest of times. They are AMAZING!! They mainly do huge photorealistic portraits with INSANE details. It's funny actually, because their work is the complete opposite to shooky_dough's work. While Reza draws photorealism on a big surface (probably A3? maybe more??) and draws very detailed, Nikki focuses more on sketches/more semirealistic and "simplistic" art and it's usually drawn quite small, so seeing these opposites really broadens my horizon, I think^^

e.) Last but nor least, @/rossdraws: In my opinion, he's the modern day Bob Ross! His art is so freaking stunning, have you checked out his digital art landscape series?? The amount of talent this man holds in his pinky finger is more than I've got in my whole body like- OOF a huge inspiration to me!!~

4. If you could play any instrument, which would you play?

× The guitar!! I really want to learn how to play it~

5. If you could choose one anime to live in, which one would you choose and why?

× Either Ouran High School Host Club or Your Lie In April. The first one is just so much fun and I'd love hanging out with the host club members and as for the latter,,, I just really want to be here for Kousei and help him through his anxiety because I know so well how it feels like and I also wish I could sing while he plays the piano, we'd be a great duo✊🏻😔 (I'm sorry, I couldn't choose one)

6. This is a bit of an old DeviantArt fic trend, but if you received an Android of your favourite character from any anime/show/etc., who would it be?

× Hmmm... that's a great question omg there's so many amazing choices I could make😭😭 But I think I'd go with Kirito, I just really really love him ahhhhh

7. Is there anything you would like to do but haven't because your friends/family didn't want to do it with you?

× There's actually a few things I could name... first, I really want to go bungee jumping (preferably from the Macau Tower, as it's the highest bungee jump in the world😍) but my fam and friends think I'm crazy for wanting to do this but I'm actually quite an adventurous person which probably not many people know about me, so I love doing stuff like that.✊🏻😂

× I would also really like to travel with friends... it's not that I dislike travelling with my mom and stepdad but whenever I can't take someone with me, I feel like such a child ??? idk,, never travelling (I wanted to say "without adults" but then I realized I AM an adult) on my own with friends and always tagging along with my parents kind of make me feel like I'm not independent or mature/grown-up for it. But I feel like none of my friends want to travel with me... most of them have a travel buddy already but I just... don't akdjsjs

× and last but not least, getting more specific, I really want to travel to Hawaii and South Korea, but so far, I haven't made it there yet :c

8. What's your favourite flower?

× Cherry Blossoms all the way💞 but all flowers are beautiful and I really like roses, too.

9. What are some of your hobbies?

× My hobbies include singing, drawing, dancing, writing, reading, researching astrology, studying Korean, watching youtube videos/netflix, listening to music and OF COURSE DAYDREAMING✊🏻😔

10. If you were going to be stranded on a deserted island with nothing but the clothes on your back and a bag, what would you put in the bag?

× I'd definitely put food and water in the bag, my phone, earphones, a portable solar charger with a USB cable (so that my phone won't die and I could chill for however long I want while watching kpop mv's and then also use my phone to call for someone to rescue me from this island once I start running low on resources), all the books I still want to read, my art supplies and a few sketch books, some towels that I could use to lay on or use as blankets, a pillow and my teddy bear, and obviously a toothbrush and toothpaste, a hairbrush and a few hair ties and bobby pins (you don't want long sweaty hair stuck to your skin during a hot summer ewww), some soap to wash myself and my clothes, sunscreen and also some insect spray to keep the bugs away!! (it's a big bag, okay)

Sorry for writing such an essay omg!!

Here are my 10 questions:

1. What compliment you've received meant the most to you?

2. Would you rather meet your favourite celebrity/group/bias and realize they're not at all how you imagined them to be like (maybe they're not as kind as you thought, for example) or never meeting them in person but it turning out that they're actually the amazing, kind, sweet, generous, etc. person that you thought they were? (I hope that makes sense hhhh I think the ethics of this question are really interesting)

3. What's your current favourite song you always use to get hyped up to or a song currently stuck in your head?

4. If you had to write the book of your life, what genre would it be and what would you choose as a title?

5. Name your top 5 musical artists and your favourite song of each of them?

6. If you were invited to a big humanitarian event and had to give a speech on a topic you'd want to bring about a huge change for the better, what topic would you choose to speak about and voice your opinions/ideas? (Assume public speaking is one of your strongest assets and you'll ace this no matter what)

7. What is something (a skill, personality trait, or something appearance related, it can be whatever) you wish you had and/or you really admire in other people?

8. What's your favourite anime/show/youtuber (you can answer whichever you got an answer for, it can be all three options of course :D)?

9. In kpop, are you more into vocalists, dancers, rappers, maknaes, leaders, or visuals (or maybe a mix of some/all :'))?

10. What's your most beautiful/favourite memory?

oof I hope these questions will be interesting to answer🥺 hmm, Imma tag @littlefallenrebel @jinniesmeow @softpastelmx @yeonki @hanstagrams @marculees @chrryjin and anyone else who'd like to do this~💞💞💞

#tagged #tag #answer questions

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piyoduki · 5 years

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izu and hinat for the ask meme *^*

(/-((-\) ... (warning: it got really long... oops-)

Character ask meme:

KAMUKURA

Favourite Food Headcanon: Nothing excites him so maybe he’ll enjoy the sensation of burning his tongue once in a while. But I can see him trying to make the most weirdest combinations of foods to try and tingle his tastebuds or just to watch others make disgusted reactions at them.Favourite Ice Cream Flavour Headcanon: Like with food, he’ll try a weird ice cream flavour each time and it might cause a small reaction on the first bite, but he’ll quickly get used to it and become bored. Poor Kamu, unable to enjoy foods and ice cream :C. A ship I have with said character: I love love Kamuhi a lot!!! That is probably really obvious xD but I love how they contrast with each other, how Kamukura has all the talents Hinata wants but is unable to feel things that make life exciting or unpredictable. I like to think Kamukura predicted that hope would win when he put AI Upupu into the NWP, but was surprised when Hinata chose to ignore both hope and despair and come up with his own answer. The idea that Hinata is the only one who can make Kamu feel things makes me happy and since they’re stuck in the same body afterwards (?), I think they’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other more. In the end, Kamu has a lot of knowledge, but he might not have a lot of experience and even though he’ll probably get bored of them after a few seconds, I think Hinata would be able to share some ‘normal’ moments with him! Although I mostly ship them romantically as different people, I don’t mind if they’re the same person too-A BROTP I have with said character: My guilty pleasure BROTP is with Ishimaru, because I just like them both a lot and the fact that Ishimaru hates geniuses makes it ironic and amusing. Also they have similar hair and eye colours so I like imagining them as brothers xD. And I don’t mind AUs of Kamukura and Hinata as twins/brothers as well, the jealousy and cuteness that might come with it is nice too. I need more wholesome sibling interactions in this series.

But in a more ‘canon’ sense, I think Naegi and Nanami would be able to tolerate him and try to be his friend, or talk to him and try to understand him more. His talent mode event with Akamatsu was really cute and nice too, I can see her trying to get Kamukura to ‘feel’ more. I also like his interactions with Enoshima and Komaeda (more in a one-sided funny way where Kamu just gets annoyed with those two going on about despair and hope respectively, but he can’t quite get them to leave him alone). A NOTP I have with said character: I don’t see him being interested in Komaeda or Enoshima, sorry. :’DA random headcanon: He is really prideful and stubborn and as much as he says he doesn’t feel anything, he dislikes feeling like he lost to someone, or the feeling of someone using him or lying to him (cough), especially if they make a big deal about it, so he’ll try to get them back in some way. Usually he succeeds because he’s so good at reading people and manipulating how they feel. General Opinion over said character: I love him!! He is my second favourite character in the entire series! I did not know what to think of him at first and found the human experiment thing kind of creepy, but I grew to love him a lot after seeing some fanart where his face isn’t half shaded like in the game. His design is really nice and I love his long hair and sharp red eyes a lot, he’s so fun to draw. I think his character is important to Hinata’s as well, and it’s very fun to think about his personality and motivations, since he doesn’t appear a lot.

I understand how he feels, I guess. If you’re too good at everything and can predict everything, than of course life would be really boring. Not just that, he was kept in an empty room for most of his life, probably with nothing to do except take part in some experiments. Even if he may not feel ‘sad’, it’s still a tragic and lonely fate. If you think about it, his personality is a bit like an awkward child. He’s blunt and tactless, doesn’t understand humans’ emotions and doesn’t really care about anything and anyone, is way too skilled at everything, but in his own way, I believe he’s searching for a reason to keep existing. He questions things because he wants to find an answer that satisfies him.

HINATA

Favourite Food Headcanon: Besides kusamochi, I think he’ll also like… hamburg steak! Or steak in general but I don’t think he can afford those too often, poor Hinata (literally).Favourite Ice Cream Flavour Headcanon: I can see him liking dark chocolate or maybe red bean.A ship I have with said character: Besides Kamuhi, I love him with Naegi too! I seem to like protagonist pairings for some reason… But they’re cute. I like their height difference and the fact they both have many similarities and differences. They’re both rather ‘normal’ compared to their friends, so I think they’d be able to relate to each other a lot.A BROTP I have with said character: I think he would get along with Ishimaru (biased). They’ll probably fight sometimes, because Hinata would probably get frustrated with how no matter how hard he works, he still can’t reach the same level as the other Ultimates, but I think Ishimaru would really encourage and motivate him to do better, after he sees how hard he works and realises Ishimaru’s not just saying that because he’s already ‘talented’. Plus I think Hinata would be able to hang out with him, study with him and share some of his hobbies with him once in a while and show Ishimaru the school life with friends he was missing out on (lol).Of course, I love Hinata with Nanami and Komaeda as well! I think he enjoys Nanami’s company, and she’s a really positive and helpful person. And while he gets annoyed and confused by Komaeda sometimes, in a world with no killing games, I think they would eventually settle their differences and be there for each other when they need it.A NOTP I have with said character: Komaeda (sorry again). Mostly because I feel like a lot of people just treat Hinata as Komaeda’s therapist and ignore his conflicted feelings towards Komaeda in the killing game, and the fact that Hinata has issues of his own to deal with. Not to mention I rarely see anyone mention Komaeda’s harsh treatment of Hinata in chapter 4, when he finds out he’s just a reserve course student, and he spends the whole time afterwards mocking his intelligence and lack of talent... I think their conflicting ideologies and how they view talented and untalented people is very interesting and I like their dynamic but a lot of the shippy content doesn’t really touch on that and I’m not really fond of how it seems to be the only Hinata pairing that people care about. :’D A random headcanon: Even though he says he really admires Hope’s Peak Academy, he didn’t actually do a lot of research on it, partially because he was afraid he might find out things about his ‘dream school’ that might ruin his enthusiasm for it, because he was afraid that he might have to find another path in life. He is the type to ignore his problems until they get really bad and he realises he’s messed up badly. Of course, his view on HPA got shattered anyway and he hates feeling helpless and that he might have made the wrong choice, but there’s nothing he can do about it and he’s too prideful to drop out and find another school.General Opinion over said character: I love him!! He’s definitely my favourite protagonist (and I love almost all of them)! I really like how his personality comes off very clearly. He starts out rather confident, trying to act the same around the other students to convince himself he too has a talent and can blend in with the class, to becoming more reserved and less confident after Komaeda reveals the truth about his talent, to becoming all ‘screw what everyone else thinks’ in the last chapter. Even reserve course Hinata feels more resigned to his fate but still quietly fighting. He seems to care more about the opinions of his classmates than Naegi (who kind of just brushes everything off). He feels very relatable - he’s normal, he admires talent and wishes he could be like that, but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t quite reach that level... and he may not want to admit it, but it’s possible he just doesn’t work as hard as some of them. But isn’t that normal? Not everyone can be like Ishimaru and be motivated to work hard 110% of the time. Naturally, Hinata got tired. All he can do is keep dreaming and hope that something will come along and help him achieve his dreams...

Even so, he’s stubborn, and keeps staying in HPA (maybe even out of spite), he doesn’t want to completely give up yet and be like the rest of his reserve course classmates. He has a bit of a superiority complex and inferiority complex at the same time, he can be pretty judgemental and pessimistic, and he seems to put some distance between him and others. He has his moments where he feels all is lost and doesn’t know what to do, he fell into so much despair and helplessness that he decided to undergo brain surgery, and he probably didn’t know his existing personality would be erased. He has a lot of flaws, but he’s not a bad person, he does try to hear out his friends when they have trouble, he tries to understand his classmates that act ‘strangely’, he tries to keep his negative thoughts to himself and puts them aside when his friends need help. Tl;dr he feels very ‘real’, I love his personality and character development, his backstory is interesting and tragic, and I love Kamu too so it’s like two great characters in one.

#Anonymous #thank you anon!!!#this ended up being really long because i love them :'D #sorry for the essay ;w; sweats

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salaciouxx · 6 years

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Allure Art

Title: Cold War

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Inspiration: @swietek93 said “Imagine Steve brushing a paintbrush on Natasha’s body...” and then, we went down a slippery slope of body-paint smut. Thanks for fangirling with me over this and your support. It means the world to me!

Warning: Mature content; 18+. Non-virgin Steve. First time I write an actual fic for this ship, so I apologise for anything I fuck up.

Word Count: 5,179 can’t believe i wrote this out of that one sentence

A/N: There is a slight possibility that I will write another “body-paint” Stevenat smut, but it’ll be AU. So, if you like this, lemme know!

As always, @lesqui thank you for your support and encouraging me to ruin my life with this. Lol, jk I love you , Kiwi!

~*~

It could have been the way he woke her up.

A brush in hand and a wistful glaze in his eyes. He moved the bristles along the naked plane of her shoulder, connecting the freckles on her back at first and then pressing gentle kisses to the invisible artwork.

It could have been the look in his eyes when she finally woke up and turned her head to look at him. The corner of her lips curved in a half-smile and he was left breathless.

The contrast of her bright red hair against the white pillows was almost too much for him. She was the epitome of a goddess and all she had done was smile at him.

The sunlight brightened her hair, giving it honeyed highlights and bronzed colours that he desperately wanted to capture on paper in case his eidetic memory ever failed him. He probably wouldn’t get the right shade of colours, nothing could come slightly close to how beautiful she was, but he would attempt for the sake of trying.

It could have been the way she knew exactly what he was thinking. Years of being partners had given her a rather insightful glimpse into Steve Rogers’ mind and it was one of her favourite places to lose herself within.

His eyes were so expressive, even when he didn’t mean to be. Even when he tried to hide his emotions with techniques she tried to teach him, he was an opened book to her.

It filled her with pride and a bit of...smugness.

He had wanted to paint her many times and she posed for him whenever he asked. Even caught him sketching her on napkins or the little envelopes laying around.

But this? This was different.

Steve Rogers wanted more than to capture her beauty on paper, and she could tell. She wasn’t a master interrogator for nothing!

It maybe was the way his eyes worshipped her body and silently begged her to use her body as a canvas.

She wasn’t opposed to the idea; the foreplay would be amazing and just seeing the contented smile on his face afterwards would be enough of a reward.

But something told her that Steve wouldn’t ask. Not yet. He needed to build up the courage to tell his girlfriend how badly he wanted to colour the lines of her body and use different shades to adorn her skin.

Who would have thought that Captain America would be the one to have an art kink?

It was definitely the way he kissed her after she mentioned edible body paint.

“A fucking art kit,” Natasha scoffed under her breath, slightly smiling as she grabbed the box from the floor and held it tightly to her chest.

As much as she would have loved the look of horror on Tony’s face when he realised just what kind of art they were about to do, she knew Steve would’ve enjoyed the privacy. So, she got the art kit sent to one of her safe houses and prepped everything for the evening.

Her original plan for their day was to cook dinner together, but the kit arrived a day earlier than expected and she was way too excited to stick to their plan.

After she sent him a quick text to immediately meet her at the safe-house, she sorted through the box and double-checked the materials.

Two pairs of comfy white slippers, a cotton canvas, the three colours she chose, a sponge and a protective plastic covering with instructions on “how to have the perfect night.”

It was a little cheesy, but she would be lying if she didn’t admit that she was excited. She had checked the reviews, making sure that her purchase wouldn’t be in vain, but everyone seemed extremely satisfied.

The reviews warned her that the paint was very cold and to warm them in hot water before using them and that the paint dried in about five minutes. Apparently the clean up led to more sexual aspects of the activity.

Steve arrived shortly after she finished setting up the protective plastic cover and poured herself a glass of wine. He rushed through the door, almost barrelling through it and looked for Natasha with frantic eyes.

“Are you alright?” He cupped her cheeks, his eyes searching for any sign that she was hurt. She was wearing a black silk robe and was standing barefoot, a sight worth drooling over, but he would allow himself the licentious thoughts once he was sure of her wellbeing.

She frowned, pouting her lips slightly in confusion as they parted. “What? Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

He sighed, his broad frame immediately relaxing. “You told me to get here as fast as I could, but then you weren’t answering my calls and I thought something happened.” His thumb brushed against the corner of her lip affectionately. He was staring at her as if he were afraid that she would disappear, and he would need to engrain every detail of her into his memory.

“Oh,” she smiled cheekily, “I was so busy with your surprise that I didn’t pay attention. I’m sorry. It wasn’t an emergency text and you know that if that had been the case, I would have been more-”

His lips pressed against hers desperately, he needed to make sure that she was real, that she was still there, and he wasn’t just picturing her to make himself feel better. It was a mixture of teeth and tongue; a passionate lock of lips that said just how much he loved her.

Once his frenzied emotions calmed, he pressed his forehead against hers and breathed in deeply.

“Steve…” she smiled, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the affection, “I’m sorry.” She pecked his lips before pulling back and smiling at him with his favourite smile. His smile. The smile that she reserved just for him and that he was lucky to witness.

He pulled her back in, holding her in a tight, warm embrace until he convinced himself that she wasn’t a mirage. Her lips tasted sweet, like the wine she was drinking, and she tasted like Natasha. The flavour that had him addicted to kissing her and worshipping her body like a devoted servant.

“I’m okay,” she assured him, pressing the palm of her hand against his face and caressed the smooth skin.

Steve nodded, turning his head slightly to kiss her hand and murmured, “I know.”

Natasha smiled, his smile and her eyes twinkled like emerald gemstones as she took his hand and led him down the corridor into the empty room. The mattress they had slept on many times was propped up against the wall and in the centre of the room was a white cotton sheet, two pairs of slippers and a bowl of water with three tubes of paint.

Steve raised an eyebrow, quietly analysing the objects as he tried to figure out what she was doing. Well, what the surprise was.

“I know how much you like painting,” the corners of her lips morphed into a smirk as she pictured his reaction to what they were about to do, “and I thought this would be a fun way for you to use my body as a canvas.”

“Pardon?” He cleared his throat, the rim of his ears turning a slight shade of pink, “Your body as a canvas? I don’t…I don’t understand.”

Natasha grinned, sexy and knowingly. “Steve, darling, I know you more than I know myself. I see the way you look at me when you paint. It’s endearing, really and kind of sexy that you consider my body such a…”

“Work of art?” He offered, his breathing slightly hitching as he began to realise just what was happening. Christ, she was perfect. She really did know him better than he knew himself. She knew his secrets, his sadness, his fantasies; she knew him.

That earned him a chiming laugh and she nodded. “Yes, a ‘work of art.’ So, I thought that this would be a nice way to spend our evening.” For added effect, she placed her wine glass on the makeshift table near the door and slowly slid the ties of the robe, off.

Underneath was the masterpiece that he would never achieve to capture on paper. The beauty that artists so desperately tried to paint but would never be able to. Any copy of Natasha Romanoff paled in comparison to the woman standing in front of him.

He stood in place, entranced by her femininity and the curves and lines of her body. “Have I told you,” His voice rasped, full of desire and lust, “that you are the smartest woman I’ve ever met?”

She tilted her head to the side, her red curls brushing against her slender collarbone and he clenched his fists at his sides, itching to run them through her silken hair. “That’s a little biased, but I like hearing it.”

“The smartest,” he gulped, “the most beautiful.” His eyes raked over her body, the blue in them darkening as his mind filled with the memory of her sounds, taste and kisses. Goodness, he was obsessed.

Natasha smiled again, his smile and leaned down to grab her wine glass. Steve watched with attentive eyes as her lips curved over the rim of the glass and she took a slow, rather seductive sip. Her eyes were filled with all the promises of their evening, they were dark and inviting, awakening every cell in his body.

She stepped toward him, draping an arm over his shoulder, while the other held her wine, and glanced up at him through dark eyelashes. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to reach his face and brushed her rosy lips against his. “I want you to paint me like one of your French girls, soldier.”

He understood that reference!

A small laugh rumbled in the back of this throat and his eyes stared intensely into hers. “The only woman,” he corrected, lifting his hand to trace the curve of her face, “I want to paint is Russian.”

Steve cupped her face, pulling her closer and breathed out softly as their lips moulded against each other passionately. His four front teeth grazed her bottom lip and he tugged at it lightly, earning a soft moan. He smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressed her against his body, loving the warmth emanating from her soft skin.

Suddenly, holding the wine glass was a chore. She wanted to throw it and wrap her arms around him, run her fingers through his silk hair, but the wine was expensive, and she would regret it once the heat of the moment passed.

“Steve,” she breathed, pressing herself closer, letting her desires take over, “gotta put the glass down.”

He nodded, forcing himself to stop and admired her as she quickly placed the glass on the makeshift table and practically sprinted into his arms. Her lips pressed against his immediately, stopping the laugh that rumbled through his chest as he welcomed her eagerness.

Natasha relaxed in his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and caressed her hands against his body as much as she could. She ran her fingers through his hair, stroked his cheeks, squeezed his shoulders and scraped her nails against his back.

“Jesus, Nat…” He whispered hoarsely as she began a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his jaw. She sucked with a bit of pressure against the hollow of his neck, receiving a satisfied groan and he tilted his head back, granting her the access she wanted.

She nibbled on the spot underneath his ear, the skin was sensitive, full of nerves that loved the feel of her smooth tongue. He grunted, squeezing her ass in response to the satisfaction she was gifting him.

Steve held her tightly, but careful not to hurt her. It wasn’t fair that she was the only one that was naked, but by god did her mouth on his skin felt wonderful.

“Put me down,” she breathed out, slightly panting as the passion turned her into a frenzied mess. He obliged, gently placing her in front of him and she gulped, staring at him with dark eyes. “Take your clothes off.” Her voice was low and hoarse, completely sexy.

He flashed her a cheeky grin as he reached for the hem of his shirt. “Yes, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes, gnawing on her bottom lip as she watched him anxiously, wishing that he would just rip his shirt off. They had done that before and it was probably more pornographic than anything she had ever experienced before.

Maybe it was the strength he exerted or just the fact that he was in need of her body just as much as she needed his. Either way, it was hotter than sin.

He quickly kicked his jeans off and she licked her lips hungrily. He smiled, boyish and charming as he began to slide his boxers off and she held back a groan.

Steve Rogers was not a virgin. He was not a prude; he was a tease and he was damn good at it.

“Steve!”

He laughed, kicking his boxers to the side and reached for her. She danced into his arms, the movement graceful and sensual. His lips welcomed hers enthusiastically and she moaned into his mouth as his hands began to explore the curves he loved so much.

His fingers brushed over the bullet wound scar and she shivered, biting his bottom lip before he swiped his tongue over hers. It became a dance of tongues and lips; a tango of kisses and unspoken I love you’s.

Steve slid his hand over the curvature of her ass, squeezing it tightly, probably leaving a red mark behind, before he slid his hand further down to lift her thigh. She sighed in bliss as he lifted her off the ground and gracefully managed to kneel them unto the floor.

A lazy smile framed her full lips and he crawled over her body, kissing her gently, almost reverently. His hands cupped her hips, caressing them gently as he kneeled over her, kissing and licking his favourite freckles and moles.

When his lips brushed over her scars, she hissed in a breath, arching her body off the cold floor and silently begging him to get her out of her misery.

He might have been a captain, but he followed her orders without question. Steve trailed a line of teasing kisses down her body, down her stomach, skipping over her centre, down her thighs and calves and stopping at her ankles.

She gave out a soft giggle – although Natasha didn’t giggle, it was the sexiest little laugh she could possibly give him. But his lips were soft, and her skin was sensitive and ticklish.

Natasha closed her eyes, relaxing against the floor as she tried to focus her attention on the torturous but pleasurable foreplay and Steve smirked when she moaned as his inquisitive fingers found a weak spot between her thighs. He didn’t touch where she needed him to touch, but he teased around, loving the winces and lip-biting she did.

He crawled back up, resting the side of his cheek against her thigh before slowly spreading them apart. Her eyes snapped open and she glanced up at him with need and please-fuck-me-already eyes.

Finally – right before she was ready to beg – he pressed a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. She gulped, raising her hips in hopes that he stopped teasing and went straight for her centre. He did just that.

There was no warning, no preparation for his hot tongue spreading her lower lips apart. He had been so gentle when he kissed down her body, working her up to exasperation, but when he finally licked at the spot, she was a goner.

Her eyes rolled back, and her heels rolled up and down against the floor as he held her thighs down, devouring her like a starving man. His lips were ruthless – gentle, yes, but ruthless because they kissed and licked everywhere but her clit.

He glanced up at her, smiling at her when her eyes snapped open. He stopped, and she needed to desperately climax. An almost primal look overcame his features as he raised her hips and brought her lower body up to him. Her legs dangled over his shoulders as he burrowed his face between her legs.

His tongue was a gift from the gods, there was no other logical explanation that made sense. He knew where to tease, where to suck and what to avoid in order to bring her to the brink of wanton desire.

Natasha whimpered, clenching her fists tightly when the first orgasm hit. It was quick, like lightning striking her body and warming her. She squirmed and cried out, arching her back as he continued kissing her pussy through the orgasm.

As the ecstasy died out, she smiled up at him content and satisfied. She expected him to lay her down again and kiss her before finally fucking her against the floor. Not because he was satisfied with getting one orgasm from her, but because they had other plans in mind.

But it seemed that her plans didn’t quite match with his plans.

He smirked, watching as she pushed back her red locks and breathed in heavily before sliding his tongue down her slit slowly. It was a languid lick, the type that made her toes curls and her heart threaten to burst in her chest.

Steve held her hips, squeezing gently before continuing his gentle veneration. He had attacked her pussy at first, passionate and quick as he tried to get her to orgasm. But this time he was taking his time, he knew she was sensitive and overstimulation wasn’t that pleasurable.

He pressed a soft peck against her clit, making her laugh lazily and quietly before he began to lap at her wetness. That time her orgasm built up, cascading like a wave crashing into sharp rocks; it left a buzzing sensation afterwards, like the seafoam that adorned the metaphor.

“Steve,” she almost cried, “the paint is going to get cold.”

He nodded, slowly lowering her legs and she sighed. Her cheeks were flushed, a pretty rosy colour overtaking her features. It was a beautiful contrast to her skin; the red hair and the green eyes were definitely going to be his undoing. Her lips, her tongue, her laugh, her everything was going to undo him.

She pulled him down, entwining her fingers into his hair and she sighed against his mouth. God, she loved him. “We have about five minutes. The paint dries fast, so you better make this quickie really good.”

“What?” He sounded a bit indignant, “I am not-”

Natasha laughed, sitting up to kiss him quiet. “You act like you haven’t fucked me in a shorter amount of time.”

He scowled, the memory flashing in his mind quickly. He hadn’t meant to fuck her against the wall of that dingy alleyway! She just knew which buttons to push and how to play him like a marionettist.

“A quickie doesn’t mean you have performance issues, Rogers,” she teased, rolling on her back to force herself up. Every time he gave her an orgasm, she felt a little wobbly afterwards. She just hoped that the Avengers never had to assemble after he made her cum. She was sure she wouldn’t be able to slip into the catsuit.

“That’s not my problem,” he smiled, a bit amused, “I just want to worship you.”

She rolled her eyes, reaching into the bowl to take the paint. The water was a little cooler now and she hoped that they hadn’t spent too much time fooling around. “You do that enough. Now I want you to fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He let out a little growl as she smirked and pointed at the cotton canvas for him to lay on.

She squeezed the white paint on his chest first, grinning widely as he watched her intently. He loved her so much he could never get enough of her smile. Her sweet smile turned wicked as she lowered the tube down his body to squeeze it over his navel and the short patch of fuzzy hair above his dick.

Natasha sat over him, letting out a melodious laugh when his dick jumped at her touch. “Hey there, little soldier.” Steve scowled. “Okay, he’s anything but little. How about ginormous-”

“Natasha!”

She threw her head back, laughing and he quickly sat up, reaching for the blue paint next to them. In a swift movement, she found herself trapped under him. Her laughter caught in her throat as he squeezed the paint over her breasts and down her stomach.

He stopped to spread the paint over her body, squeezing her pink nipple as he coloured it blue and licked and kissed the other without any paint. She moaned, arching her back so that his palm was pressed firmer against her breast and bit her bottom lip as he nibbled the skin between his four front teeth.

Steve pulled back to admire his handiwork and she smirked, eyes glued to his chest and how delicious it looked with white paint dripping down. He pressed his palm on her breast, leaving behind the handprint and she grinned.

“Mhm,” she hummed in approval at the little territorial mark.

He chuckled, low and throaty, and pressed his painted hand against her cheek. She let out a soft laugh at the slightly sticky sensation and pulled him down on her closer with her legs. With a triumphant grin, she managed to flip them over, so that he was on his back again and she squeezed the rest of the white paint on him.

Strands of her red hair were sticking to her cheek with the paint and even though she looked messy, she was even more beautiful. The blue seemed to contrast breathtakingly against her skin. But his admiration of her could just be extreme since he was madly in love with her.

Once she finished the white tube, she grabbed the red and squeezed it over him in a zig-zag motion. He laid his hands against her hips, just watching as she concentrated on the artwork with a small smile on his lips. She made him inexplicably happy.

The tube made a flatulence-like noise and she let out an immature laugh. Steve joined in, loving how harmonious and different it was. Everyone was so used to the quiet Natasha, the Natasha that stayed in the shadows waiting for the moment to strike.

But this? This was his Natasha.

The Natasha that laughed at his silly jokes and teased him endlessly about his age. The Natasha that absolutely adored being cuddled and kissed and reserved her special smiles for him.

Soon the three colours were spread on the canvas as laughter turned into moans and kisses served as a form of communication between the two lovers. Handprints covered the corners as ecstasy filled their bodies.

The kisses that began as playful and teasing banter turned into frantic passion. Their orgasm was dancing right above their fingertips, just above their reach as they rolled around the red, white and blue canvas.

When she read about the product, she expected to be fucked on the floor. Steve had other ideas, though and she wasn’t about to let him get his way. He was trailing his red-covered finger over her breast softly, not exactly with the sexual intent she expected.

“You know,” she drawled, tilting her head back to look at him, “I bought this thinking that you were going to fuck me on it.”

He chuckled, propping himself on his elbow to scoot closer to her. “You’re bossy.” He kissed her though, sparking the passion between them again in a second.

His fingers skimmed down, reaching between her thighs and he began to rub her gently, eliciting out moans and grunts from her. She bit her bottom lip, arching her back off the canvas and held his shoulders as he slid a finger in gently.

Her body welcomed it eagerly, expanding and appreciating the newfound pressure. A gasp escaped her lips as he added another finger and then another and she found herself bucking her hips against his hand wildly. She was right there!

Steve admired the way her breasts trembled and shook with every movement and he found himself entranced by her body yet again. Her lips parted, her cheeks became hollow as she moaned low and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Oh my god!”

He slid his fingers out, rubbing the wetness against her clit to continue the stimulation, but she quickly shook her head and gasped out, “Fuck me.” Natasha reached down grabbing his hard dick and rubbed it affectionately before guiding him to her entrance.

Steve groaned, almost a mixture of a moan and a growl as her heat embraced him. It was like a warm welcome home after being outside in the freezing temperatures of winter. Natasha hissed a breath underneath him as her body accommodated to the needed intrusion.

He slowly adjusted his posture, pulling out and she bit her bottom lip, glancing up at him with pleading green eyes. He leaned over her, holding most of his weight with his forearm and began to thrust slowly.

Blindly he searched for her mouth, wanting to kiss her and feel her plump lips against his. She groaned and hissed, shifting her hips as she tried to intensify the pleasure for them both. He pulled back just as she tried to kiss him, making her teeth graze against his jaw and he moaned in surprise at the sensation it sent through him.

Natasha smiled, continuing her ministrations down his neck and kissing any spot of his skin that she could reach in the position they were in.

“Christ, Nat…” He groaned, hoarse and deep, full of lust and satisfaction at the amalgamation of love and desire. “I love you.”

She shivered, reaching up to hold onto him tighter. Her nails left long, red marks down his back, making the paint she had playfully smeared on his back, accumulate under fingernails. The sensation, although slightly painful, was a good feeling. “Me too.”

He loved watching her unwind and lose herself in their passion.

Natasha nodded frantically, making her painted hair move all over the paint on their canvas as she licked the small bead of sweat on her upper lip. “God, Steve, me too!”

Her arms tightened around him as she desperately sought to make the almost non-existent space between them even smaller. She didn’t want to know where her body began and where his ended; she wanted to become one with him in mind, body and soul.

Steve pressed his forehead against the bow of her shoulder, right by her collarbone and panted against her skin with every thrust and shift of his hips. She was hot and wet and so familiar. She was home and he would never be able to get enough of her.

“I’m close,” he panted lowly, right by her ear. His warm breath tickled the hypersensitive skin under her earlobe and she shivered under him, biting her lip and moaning when he hit that spot.

His fingers reached down, trying to make her reach her climax with him, and he rubbed her centre gently, but with enough pressure to earn encouraging moans.

The way his name left her mouth was perfection in itself. It was a plead, a prayer, an appreciation for having him in her life.

She thought that their relationship would ruin him, but she quickly found that it was her that would end in ruin – and she had never been more prepared to meet her destruction with opened arms.

Her orgasm was quick and glorious. She shivered and made inhuman noises to express just how good he made her feel. Steve grunted, jerking unsteadily as he felt his orgasm ricocheting through him.

The aftershocks came shortly after. He stumbled forward, pressing his full weight on her and she smiled, closing her eyes as the serenity and blissfulness satiated her.

Slowly she raised her hands to caress the muscles on his back. Even Michelangelo would never be able to sculpt someone like Steve Rogers. Her fingers threaded through his hair and he sighed in happiness.

A few minutes later, Steve stood up and looked down at her with mirthful eyes. She was covered in his handprints and mixed paint. Her face was flushed, and her hair was sticking to the paint on her cheeks. Right underneath her bottom lip was a smudge of paint and she smiled up at him like the vixen she was.

“See something you like, Rogers?”

He smiled, lending her a hand to help her up and gently captured her lips in a soft kiss. “This is by far the best painting I’ve ever done.”

She laughed, loud and happy, and it made his smile widen into a grin. He loved seeing her happy. “Come on, get in those slippers and let’s wash this off.”

He happily obliged, following her into the shower like a trained pup. The reason why they were in the shower had been messy, but the shower turned into another mess all in itself. It was full of wondering hands and coquettish laughter. The paint had dried on their skin, making the cleaning process a little hard, but it definitely made the time spent inside the bath unforgettable.

Natasha walked out just as Steve finished rolling the plastic covering into a ball to wash out later. He was wearing a pair of loose-fitted grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips and she leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom to admire the way his muscles contracted and adjusted to his movements.

She wolf-whistled, making him turn back to look at her with a boyish beam. “So, Mr. Big Artiste-” another reference that he understood, “-what do you think of our artwork?”

Steve smiled down at their creation and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her in to kiss her temple gently and murmured, “I think it’s a masterpiece.”

Natasha nodded, wrapping her hand around his waist as she leaned into his embrace and looked down at the messy kaleidoscope of colours. “I think we should name it God Bless America!”

He snorted, blushing at the sexual undertones she managed to add to the phrase. Only Natasha Romanoff could make that sound dirty.

“Get it?” She grinned cheekily, “Because-”

“I get it, Nat,” he interrupted, giving her a pointed look but the corners of his lips were rising in a happy smile.

Her green eyes brightened, and she turned to him. “No! I know what we should call it!”

“What?”

“Cold War.”

He frowned. “Why?”

She smiled deviously, standing on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his as she whispered, “Because that’s when America fucked the shit out of Russia.”

His boisterous laughter was the only response she received.

#steve rogers fic #Natasha Romanoff fic #stevenat #capwidow #romanogers #smut #I know that America and Russia didn't fight in the Cold War but let's just pretend her joke makes sense #I mean I guess we can count the moon landing? Russia probably felt a little bummed

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Autumnal Asks

I was tagged by @its-me-theicequeen

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

So, I met my oldest best friend when I was 7 (I'm 17 now damn) and basically we started talking because we both liked horses I think. We fought like crazy and we're in completely different states of Australia now but I still love her heaps and love talking to her when I get the chance.

The second best friend I made when I was 12. We actually didn't talk until I was 13 or 14 when I properly became friends with her. To this day I still consider her one of my closest friends. Fun fact; we hated each other for a period of time.

Oof, now the girl I could seriously consider my second sister at this point- we met at the start of the year due to being one of the only four new kids in our dorm at school. We met during orientation, and haven't separated since. She's hilarious and always up for a fight, but luckily the mum friend in me always stop her before she does something stupid haha.

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

Mate, you've got a lot to learn. I know it seems like your life is great and you know everything there is to know, but tone down the know it all and actually give people the time of day to talk to you. You never know, maybe you'll stop being lonely.

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

You know, I actually really love netball; the sport, if you haven't heard of it before. My friend plays it and I got to be good at it when I was younger, but I hated the girls at my school therefore I didn't pursue it, so my netball career never exactly started off. Would definitely give it a good go now, in fact I'm starting next year. It's never too late!

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

I can't answer this. Personally, I relate to Georgie from Heartland; gosh, I love her. She is mature and level headed, but underneath that calm personality shows a girl who doesn't know what she's doing the next day, let alone with her life.

fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

Hm. My style is really simple, so it'd probably be full of comfy t-shirts, 5sos merch, SuggLife hoodies, black skinny jeans and Converse. Maybe a pair of vans or my slippers. Life would be great my dudes. Ooh, actually I would love to have a shit ton of makeup just to experiment and play around. It's a lot of fun tbh.

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

I was going to say nothing, but then I thought about this tomato pasta thing my mum makes and I used to HATE it- like my mum would threaten me with bed or eating it and I'd just go to bed- but now I actually adore it and it's probably one of my favourite meals; especially with heaps of parmesan cheese. Yum.

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

I'm one of those people that doesn't really have unpopular opinions- either I think of them right before they become popular, or I see someone say something and I just agree with it. That being said, I ship Joe and Byron hardcore and no one really seems to so I guess that counts?

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?

I would die on the first day. I'm no good when I'm camping, I can't imagine how I'd be in that kind of situation. I'd probably hide somewhere and never come out.

jack-o-lantern - if you could look like any celebrity, who would you choose?

Anna Maynard! She is so humble and shy and relatable and GORGEOUS. Her eyes look gorgeous against her blonde hair, and she always wins with her makeup. Total babe, 10/10 would recommend. Also super happy for her with her new gig hosting a talent show, that sounds awesome!

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

Yes, actually! I used to dream that the house on the end of my street was haunted- I moved before I could explore it sadly. I might try when I go back there for the Summer

orchard - share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn.

Well actually, it's spring for me oops but hey. I can join the Americans/ the Brits for a while. Honestly, this spring for me would be the prime time for me to work on my horse riding, especially my jumping since that's my favourite thing. I'd also like to start my first full- length Joe x Byron story after my exams.

crow - which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

Math. I HATE math and I'm the dyslexic where I only struggle with math (I mess numbers up constantly, can't keep track of formulas, think a 7 is a 1 sometimes etc etc...) so if I could improve anything it would be my math. My ATAR score would soar up. That or my plant production course- I'm not the best at that course and I don't enjoy it but I'd like to try harder in it and improve my grades.

bonfire - describe your dream house.

I'm one of those sad people who are either in the middle of the city with everything accessible, or a farm with a tiny town fifteen minutes away. I'm kind of leaning toward the farm (I'm at agricultural school so I'm biased lmao) so that my kids have plenty of room to run around, get dirty, and learn how to take care of themselves. I'm big on independence but also being able to scrape your knee etc. I'm not a bubble wrap-type of person, I don't think.

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?

You know what? This is going to sound so random, but I would love to visit the 1850's during the gold rush in Victoria, Australia- a lot happened and I would have loved to experience it. I've done a lot of research about those times and they were rough, but I think it'd make you a better person in the long run.

cobweb - (if you’ve graduated) do you miss high school?

I graduate next year lol, not sure I'll miss it for a couple of months after that.

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

My eyelashes and my eyes! Since I'm Irish, my hair is really thick and it's dark so my eyelashes are naturally long and thick. I always get lots of compliments on them which is really nice for an insecure little shit like me. My eyes also get lots of compliments since they change with my mood hahahaha.

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

I was standing in line for Maccas and one person tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and she complimented me on my SuggLife hoodie! It was really nice of her but super sudden. I can't really call that weird but I still remember it. It's either that or the time a guy pushed me out of the way as he ran from the cops. That was terrifying.

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

I hate tea (with a passion), and I don't drink normal coffee since it reacts badly with my anxiety medication. I drink decaf though, and I put in two teaspoons of both coffee and sugar, sometimes a little more sugar than coffee. I'm more of a hot chocolate person to be honest.

pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

I've seen a lot of shit, been through a lot of shit, but I don't believe humans are inherently bad. I think there's always a breaking point for everyone, and once it's reached it's hard for someone to go back to the way they were.

moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?

I'm freakishly neat a majority of the time, but when I'm sad I don't clean my room or change my sheets and it gets really gross. That reminds me, I need to clean my room again.

flannel - have you ever gone on a bad date?

To go on a bad date, you have to have been on a date right?

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

I wish I still had my long hair! I recently chopped all the ombre off and now my hair barely goes past my shoulders which sucks. I'd love to redo my ombre when my hair is a lot longer and healthier. I want it healthy before I damage it again.

ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?

Yes, actually. It sounds random but I grew up with this guy since we were born (he's two months older than me) and we sort of hated each other but I was honest with him and he was honest with me, we had a good system. Our parents were close friends and I haven't talked to him at all since I moved from Victoria, but I wish him all the best. He was one of the rudest, asshole-ish guys when I was a kid, but it kept me on my toes so I guess that's a good thing.

I'm also tagging people on Wattpad! For Tumblr, I tag: @seductivebuttercreams. Good luck

#byron langley #mypast #myfuture #mystory #joe sugg #thatcherjoe

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