#char: natasha romanoff

[wlwloverwrites]

rushed anal w nat 🥴

Warnings: semi-public sex, anal, strap-on, light choking, smut (18+)

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Hand in hand, you follow as Natasha leads the way to the bathroom. She pushes through the sweaty bodies and dodges potential spills from the reds cups dancing along others. Your eyes land on her swaying hips, taking in the outfit you pick out for her. Dark black jeans, strapless top — in which took some convincing which resulted in a sore jaw — and the leather jacket Natasha insisted she’d wear so she could offer it to you the second you stepped outside and complained it’s too cold.

The music is blasting, almost echoing down the halls. Colorful lights fill the room, reflecting off the disco balls hanging from the ceiling while the music vibrates off the walls. After walking down the mile long hallway, Natasha pulls you into an empty bathroom. The bathroom is big enough to pass as a bedroom, but you stopped questioning Tony’s money spending habits.

Nothing to worry about, at least not when Natasha’s lips find yours.

The kiss is messy and wet. Her tongue pushes past your lips and finds its way in your mouth. Her surprisingly warm hands find your neck, fingers dig into the back of your neck as her thumb strokes your cheek. Pulling away she spins youso you’re facing the mirror. Your hands hold your weight as she pushes her body against your backside. Her arms trap you between the counter and her body. That’s when you feel it.

This wasn’t going to be your average bathroom fuck.

Natasha wanted to play.

“Here?”

“What better way to end the year, baby?”

Her words light a fire in you and who are you to complain? Natasha’s hand finds its home between your thighs, pulling aside your red lace panties and slipping through your already soaked folds. She is quick to bury two fingers inside you and even quicker to curl them. You swear your knees are going to give out.

“Natty, I have-” You cut yourself off with a whiney moan.

“What is it baby?” She smirks, cooled and composed.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Natasha hums in your ear and smiles when you push yourself against her hips. At this point it’s just muscle memory. Your hands find the end of your dress, they don’t have to stretch given this black mini short had to be the shortest dress you’ve wore all year. You hike up the dress over your hips, giving Natasha view of the red lace she currently felt rubbing against the back of her hand with each thrust.

“You’re so beautiful. I could just worship you.”

“That’s not the surprise, silly.”

Natasha raise her eyebrows, even more so when you pull her hand out from your panties. Making eye contact through the mirror, you bring her dripping fingers to your lips and suck. Your eyes almost flutter close when you hear Natasha groan behind you.

“Take them off and have a look.”

Confused, but determined Natasha does exactly what you say, only after you’ve spread your legs open and bent over the sink counter. Natasha’s fingers hook onto your thong and tug them down. Just as you expected you hear a breathy curse in her native tongue. Her hands grab a handful of your ass as she groans. A red jewel sitting above your glistening pussy is staring back at her green eyes.

“Fuck me, Natty.” Working your muscles to push the thick plug out as much as you can before your muscles give out and it slips back in its place inside you. “In my ass.”

The plug was a gag joke Wanda had gifted you. Its size of it made you clench when you first unwrapped it, but you knew you had to work up to its size and that’s exactly what you did and how you found yourself begging to be fucked in the ass on new year’s eve, 10 mins til midnight.

“Alright, baby. I’ll fuck you.”

She works quickly but carefully, turning your head so your lips could meet. It’s an awkward angle with a slight strain in your neck but it’s worth it. One hand between your legs rubbing your clit as the other works on pulling the plug til your muscles stretch on its widest part then pushing it back in.

How you’re still standing should be someone’s PhD thesis.

It’s all a blur, one second your letting out moans as she curls her fingers inside you once more and the other you feel her pushing in the tip of strap she had been hiding from you all night.

“Relax baby. Almost there.”

Groaning when her hips are finally pressed against yours. The stretch is delicious and has you seeing stars. You had been craving this.

The redhead whispers sweet things in your ear, but they hardly stick. Your brain is working overtime just try not to come while you try your best to welcome the stretch of your ass. Her fingers never leave your clit and it makes it hard to stay quiet. Almost like you’re playing a game on whether you can be louder the music playing outside.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I needd to usee the bathroom, pleasuh.” A slurred voiced says behind the bathroom door.

You gasp loudly, but Natasha’s hand covers your mouth.

“Come baby you don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

Her thrusts become quicker as the pressure in your lower belly gets harder and harder to ignore. Your hands are pressed against the mirror and that’s when you see her.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

Another knock.

“My dream girl.”

Her pushes you to your limit and before you know it there’s a loud countdown.

“Five!”

Her fingers find themselves curled inside you once more. The feeling of both your holes being filled has you weak.

“Four!”

Another finger added and her hips speed up.

“Three.”

The hand covering your mouth travels south and wraps around your throat.

“Two!”

A small squeeze with a whisper of ‘I love you’.

“One!”

You come as your legs shake and fingers drag against the once spotless mirror. You feel yourself leak onto the fingers still curling inside you. Whining when your ass feels a bit sore when Natasha pulls out.

“Happy new year, baby.”

You barely process anything. Natasha however is quick to recover as she washes her hands, pulls your dress down and stuffs your panties in her back pocket. Her hands wrap around your waist and tug you upright. You hum in response as you let her walk you out of the bathroom. Your ears are met with even louder music and happy cheers from everyone. There’s confetti in the air and fireworks in the sky.

“Happy new year, Natty.”

-

This was supposed to be short, and posted before new years, but it came out a little longer than expected. Happy New Year! Don’t forget to reblog and comment, let me know what you think!

#HAPPY NEW YEAR #here is to 2024 #hopefully its a year filled with more writing lol #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut #black widow #black widow smut #char: natasha romanoff #type: smut #lover hours #wlwloverwrites #wlwloversfics

[wandas-luvr]

masterlist

wanda maximoff:

- (she said) don't let the high go to waste (stoner!wanda I)

- that's the kind of love (i've been dreaming of)

- we might just get away with it (stoner!wanda II)

- no shortage of sordid, no protest from me (mommy!wanda)

-catch my breath to breathe your name (stoner!wanda III)

-i'm just the fool you took me for (stoner!wanda IV)

natasha romanoff:

- i dig your cinema (mommy!nat)

- how easy you are to need (mean!milf!nat)

steve rogers:

- just a little taste (you know i love you babe)

agatha harkness:

- the best of you, honey, belongs to me (mommy!agatha)

carol danvers:

- coming soon!

kate bishop:

- so move me, baby

leigh shaw:

-you know just how to be cruel

#jules masterlist #jules writing #char: wanda maximoff #char: natasha romanoff #char: steve rogers #char: agatha harkness #avengers #mcu #marvel #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #agatha harkness #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #agatha harkness x reader

[womenofmcu]

WANDA MAXIMOFF & NATASHA ROMANOFF

#marveledit #mcuedit #marvelladiesdaily #marvellegends #dailyteamcap #usermorgan #tuserabbie #usermarissac #usertreena #usergiu #useremi #userannalise #usermai #natasha x wanda #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #* #by: char

[charturnus]

Diversionary Tactics pt. 1

Ships: Wanda x Female!Reader - Natasha x Female!Reader

a/n: For Magda, here's to your 25th, and another year of growth, happiness, laughter, and love. I would have given you the world, but you won't let me so here is some smut instead. I'm so grateful to be your friend, and I cannot wait to watch you grow in the next year. Remember that I love you to the moon and to Saturn. @stonemags you did ask me to post it at the end of the day, doesn't get more the end of the day than a few minutes before midnight.

Summary: Everybody is pretty sure you're on a path to destroying yourself. You're pretty sure all you want is your strap down Wanda's throat. Opinions differ.

Warnings: 18+, top!reader, bottom!Wanda, face fucking, throat bulge, strap on, degradation, honorifics, vaginal sex, self loathing, angst. No beta we die like men.

Word count: 5k

‘’Alright kids, now remember, stick to plan,’’ Tony says severely, rising from his seat on the quinjet, ‘’no improv, no games, no funny business.’’ His eyes sweep across the room, and I feel his gaze lingering on me. I don’t look at him, instead pretending to be very interested in the map of the hydra base we’re about to invade. ‘’I want you all back here safe and sound, ready to be tucked in by Rogers and Hill at the end of the day, capiche?’’ From my periphery, I’ve been watching him move closer and closer, but now I can no longer feign ignorance. I look up slightly, Tony in his shiny red and gold suit, ready to close the armour over his face. When he speaks, it sounds like he’s addressing the whole group, but his eyes are locked firmly onto mine.’’

‘’And remember, don’t play the hero.’’

***

One by one, my colleagues jump from the jet, after they don their suits, and grab their parachutes if necessary. I watch as Steve checks Sam’s suit before allowing him to jump. Sam has barely disappeared from view before Tony grabs me by the scruff of my neck, pulling me away from the opening in the floor.

‘’Why aren’t you in your suit?’’ Annoyed, I bat his hand away, my bone hits the metal of his armour, and pain shoots up my arm, but I fight to keep my expression neutral. ‘’It’s not really my style, you know, with all that colour.’’ I’m well aware that I’m being difficult, but I can’t put a stop to it. I’m so exhausted that I’m ready to burn a whole city to the ground, myself along with it. The suit is incredible, but also flashy and extremely heavy. And maybe I enjoy making things harder than they need to be, so what? Tony stares at me incredulously, before turning to Steve as if to check if he heard my comment too. Steve just holds up his hands in defeat, ‘’I’m not getting caught up in this, Tony, handle it yourself.’’

Coward. 

‘’Not your-’’ Tony halts, breathing sharply in utter annoyance, ‘’you know people have committed murder to get a hold of one of my suits.’’ 

‘’I’ll pour one out for them.’’ 

‘’Romanoff, help me, before I duct tape the kid to the wall,’’ Tony grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose with his shining red fingers. The last thing I need right now is Nat with her lectures about what’s good for me, and while I know she means well, and I love her so much, I want nothing more than for her to just shut up. Both of them, actually. 

Before she gets a chance to speak, I hold up a finger in the air. ‘’Actually, you know, this thing has been really bothering me lately.’’ Nat looks genuinely interested and concerned, and I almost feel bad for fucking with her. ‘’There’s this little bone in your jaw, apparently, I never knew about it before.’’ I use my fingers to pretend like I’m looking for something in my jaw. ‘’There,’’ I say, stopping near where my wisdom teeth once sat. ‘’Can you feel that?’’ Nat goes along with it, trying to mimic where I’ve placed my own fingers. ‘’I think I can feel something, yeah.’’ 

‘’Yeah, right there. Turns out, that bone allows you to shut the fuck up.’’ 

Both of them look furious, and I decide that this is my cue to get out. I hold up my hands in an imitation of Steve, walking backwards like I’m retreating and admitting my defeat. The parachutes are now right behind me, ready to be snatched up by my willing hands. 

‘’Nat, I love you, I really do. And I respect the hell out of you, Tony, but it’s not going to happen.’’ Quick as a flash, my fingers secure one of the chutes, and with two quick steps, I’m at the edge of the open floor. ‘’I don’t need your suit, I’m feeling brave.’’ 

Nat and Steve both dive at me, but I’m too fast for them, letting myself fall backwards into the open sky. 

Falling…

Falling…

Falling…

***

The fight was a disaster, to say the least. The mission was accomplished, but barely. Clint and Bucky both got wounded pretty badly, and everyone else has seen better days. I myself would have been crushed to death along with Peter and Natasha if Wanda hadn’t kept the bricks from falling just long enough so that we could make a quick escape. Still, one of the Hydra agents got me in the head with the but of his gun, causing blood to stream copiously from the wound, coating my face. I shot him in the foot for his trouble, though. 

Tony has called us all to the medical bay, no doubt to lecture us all on our performance. Even I can’t find a reason not to obey this command, so I slow down my pace deliberately in order to fall behind the group. 

Jumping from the jet without my suit wasn’t my best idea, but I made it to the ground in one piece. The landing was rough, though, and I seriously hurt my left leg in the process. My knee and ankle are still killing me now, but I try not to show too much of it. The injury seriously impedes my ability to run, slowing me down enough to be an easy target for the hydra agents. Nat and Tony had to save my ass more than once, and the thought of facing them after that show I put on in the jet is beyond embarrassing. 

I need some way to recover from this bruise on my ego. I wouldn’t say I have a God complex per se, but I put a lot of stock in my fighting ability, and my performance today was severely lacking. I need a reminder that this is not who I am. 

Instantly, my eyes find Wanda in the group of people walking ahead of me. 

It’s almost accidental. Almost. 

Her hair is in a ponytail, and she looks to be amongst one of the most unscathed team members. Wanda’s magic has been growing incredibly strong recently, and she most certainly doesn’t need a suit to keep herself safe. Still, her attitude doesn’t reflect her powers. In battle, Wanda is fierce, throwing around grown men like they’re rag dolls. Back at the compound, it is she who prefers to be thrown around like a rag doll. 

I think that’s just what I need. Wanda gagging on my cock so loudly that the voice in my head calling me a failure finally shuts up. 

‘’Hey,’’ Peter calls from behind me, breaking me away from the images in my head. The poor kid looks pretty beaten up, but he’s smiling in spite of it all. ‘’That was a tough one, huh? I almost thought Mr Stark was gonna call off the whole mission.’’ Peter’s limping, his right leg clearly too tender to stand on. My own leg feels like absolute hell, but I can’t let Pete struggle his way over to the med bay without help. ‘’Yeah, it was a tough one for sure. You got your leg hurt? Here, let me help.’’ I scoop one of his arms over my shoulder, helping him take some weight off of his leg. In turn, that puts extra weight onto mine, sending tendrils of pain shooting up all the way to my hip. This is no time for weakness, though, no time for pain or tears. I just grit my teeth and help Peter over to a bed in the medical bay, while he chats to me about how he saw a guy’s shoes get blown off his feet by the force of an explosion created by Strange. 

To everybody’s surprise, and horror, it isn’t Tony giving us the lecture. Once we’re all grouped in the medical bay, surrounding our hurt team members in their beds, Maria Hill emerges from the side entrance of the bay. Behind me, I hear Scott curse, and Peter gives me a concerned look from where he’s sitting with his leg elevated. 

‘’She looks really mad,’’ Wanda whispers, and a few of us who heard look over to where she stands with her back to the wall, nervously picking at the hem of her dress. Wanda is always so self-assured in battle, making seasoned warriors lose their minds with her magic. But out here it’s like she draws into herself completely, always needing reassurance and protection. 

So, naturally, I go to her. Compared to me, Wanda looks like she just got out of a spa. There isn’t a spot of blood or dirt on her. Her knees are dusty, and she has a scrape on her forehead, but there’s no sign of it breaking the skin badly enough to actually release any blood. She’s just a little dusty. Meanwhile, the whole right side of my face and hair are covered in my own blood. Head wounds always bleed like they’re going to end your life, even if they’re not so serious. This one certainly doesn’t feel too bad, but that might be the adrenaline talking. 

‘’You’re okay, dove.’’ I tell her, ‘’Hill might be mad, but she didn’t see what it was like out there. And besides, you did so well out there.’’

‘’Really?’’ She looks up at me with those pretty green eyes, full of innocence and disbelief, as if she can’t remember how she single-handedly saved three of her colleagues’ lives. I wonder how much of it is an act, but then, even if it is, do I really care? She gives me those same eyes when she sucks me off, and I certainly don’t care then. 

For the most part, I manage to tune out Hill’s shrill voice as she lectures us like a bunch of naughty school children. I’m too occupied with Wanda trying to cuddle up to me, moving to stand with her back against my front, pressing her ass into my crotch.

She’s always desperate to be fucked after a fight. 

‘’And next time, remember. Playing the hero doesn’t pay off, if I hear of anyone going into battle without a suit, you’re getting pulled from the team.’’ This most certainly catches my attention. She has enough grace to not address me by name, but everyone is looking at me anyway, so I decide to make use of the stage provided for me. ‘’Will you kick out Tony if he keeps making those ugly suits?’’ The reaction is a real mixed bag. Shuri doubles over with laughter, and Scott and Strange are fighting their smiles. Hill looks furious, and so does Nat, but I think the latter has something to do with my hand being placed firmly on Wanda’s midriff. 

***

I act like Hill’s commentary doesn’t bother me, like Tony’s disappointment doesn’t sting. Fake it until you make it, right? I know I was wrong for doing what I did, but I seem to be rapidly losing control of any and all rational decision-making skills. I’m not trying to get myself killed, like my teammates are probably thinking. I don’t want to die, not yet, there’s still so much for me to see and do. But barely scraping the edge, coming face to face with it and walking away alive, that is a feeling like no other. It makes me feel untouchable, godlike even. 

It’s almost as good as having my fist in Wanda’s hair as she tries to take my cock down her throat. She’s so desperate to please and be comforted that it’s almost laughable. The promise of getting tucked in at night, and fucked how she likes it, is enough to turn her into a desperate little whore. 

She’s on her knees for me on her pretty white rug. My boots flank her on either side, some enemy’s blood visible even over the black of my combat boots. I can see my own face in the mirror on the opposite side of the room, the whole front of it is covered in my own blood, now dry and flaking off. Wanda didn’t even let me wash myself first, insisting that she likes me fresh from the fight. 

She’s a pretty sight, kneeling between my feet like this, but she’s slacking off on taking my strap. I’m not in the mood for niceties today. I need to remind myself of the power I wield, before I allow myself to become overrun with weakness. 

Wanda has one hand at the base of my cock, and she’s suckling prettily on the head. ‘’That’s cute, dove.’’ I say, leaning forward to grab her by the throat, ‘’but you know that’s not what I want.’’ 

I lay her down on her desk, so I can stand up instead of hunching over undignified on the bed. Her head hangs over one side, and her open mouth, wet and waiting, is much too inviting. The sound of her gagging is like music to my ears. This isn’t wholly selfish either, I have to remind myself. Poor Wanda, so tired of having to be a big girl all the time, just needs someone to put her in her place. Who am I to deny her?

She lays there so prettily, mouth wide open and willing, her legs spread and her hips bucking up in search of non-existent friction. I’m obsessed with the way my cock bulges in her throat, bobbing up and down along with my thrusts. I could cum just from the sight of this, and the noises Wanda makes below me as I take her. This harness has a soft silicone grinder that is made especially to sit snugly against my clit, and with the combined friction from the strap, and the sight of my cock deep in Wanda’s throat, it’s enough to put me right on the edge. I won’t let myself fall though, it will take me right out of this high and then the self-hatred will settle in. I’m not ready to face that. Even just the thought of it makes me shiver, and I have to ground myself in the moment to push those thoughts to the back of my mind.

I place first one, and then both of my hands over her throat, feeling the movement of my strap. My hands are large enough to cover her whole neck, and it’s nothing short of satisfying to be so utterly in control. At least with Wanda, I’m always the one standing tall. Her face is all red and saliva is running down her cheeks, gravity pulling it dangerously close to her eyes, where tears are dribbling steadily into her hairline. 

Still, the strap isn’t all the way down her throat. We’ve been working on it, but she’s not quite there yet. I try to push her a little bit every time, and she’s been doing better and better. But it’s still hard for her. She lets out one gag so bad that I have to pull out completely for a second, allowing her to spit out a mouth full of saliva onto the floor. I’m not phased by this. Once you’ve seen men die in the worst ways possible, a little spit is nothing. 

I squat down, holding back the stream of swears I want to let out at the horrible pain in my leg. I use my thumbs to wipe the saliva and tears away from her eyes, and I give her a kiss on her sweaty brow. ‘’You’re doing so well, princess. Can you try again for me? Just a few seconds, I want you to take all of me. You can do that for me, can’t you pretty girl?’’ She catches her breath slowly, her mouth still open. Already fucked dumb, and I haven’t even gotten to her cunt yet. She nods at me blearily, ‘’wanna make you proud, daddy.’’ 

Something in my chest contracts at that, but I couldn’t name the emotion if my life depended on it. For now, I try to focus on how wet the sight of her like this makes me. ‘’Good girl,’’ I say as I stroke the strap lightly, rubbing the head over her luscious lips. ‘’Just a few seconds, and then I’ll let you cum, okay?’’ She nods, and obediently opens her mouth further for me. ‘’Good, now relax your throat and let daddy do the work.’’ 

I hold her head securely, making sure it’s tipped back enough, before sliding my hands back over her throat, I’m going to want to feel this. I’m not gentle, and I really can’t find it in me to be sorry about that, not when this feels and looks like complete and utter euphoria. I fuck my cock into her with one sharp thrusts. She gags instantly and sputters, her hands reaching for my thighs trying to push me away, but I don’t let her. I reassure her softly that she’s doing great and that it won’t take long, which seems to make it easier on her. I push against the last bits of resistance, sliding the strap all the way in. I rut into her mouth, as deep as I can. The sounds coming from her are obscene, but I cannot bring myself to pull back. In the back of my mind, I’m counting seconds. I’ll allow myself to stay here and soak this in for 20 seconds. With my fingers, I press lightly on her throat to feel the bulge of my cock inside of her. The zip of my trousers digs into her skin, and I know it’ll leave a mark there. 

The pressure against my clit threatens to undo me, and I let myself get dangerously close. I even grind my hips, fucking her throat lightly. One day, I’m going to hook a cum reservoir onto my strap and cum down her throat, along with my own orgasm. But not now. I have to control myself, so when the count in my head reaches 20, I pull out. 

Wanda is back to spitting out saliva and gasping for air. She coughs a few times, and it sounds pretty rough. I help her up, cradling her in my arms. The hard work is done now, I assure her. For a few minutes, I sit with her draped over my lap on her bed. I cradle her head into my chest, petting her hair and whispering praise to her. ‘’You did so beautifully, dove. You’re getting so much better, do you remember how you couldn’t even take half of me when we first started?’’ She’s gone too far into subspace to really speak, but she’s still responsive, and I feel her nod. 

‘’One day I’m going to be able to fuck you like that for 10 minutes straight, princess, and you’ll love every second of it.’’ This seems to stir something in her, because she mewls into me, spreading her legs slightly. We’re both still clothed, and I must say it’s a thrill to fuck Wanda with her dress still on. But not today. I strip her of everything except for her thigh highs, as they make her look like the slut I know she is. 

She’s incredibly wet, her cunt swollen and red, moisture running down between her cheeks. I consider for a while if I should make her wait, but I don’t want to deprive myself of watching my cock disappear inside of her. 

Instinctively, she tries to get on her hands and knees, but I’m not having that. I grab her by her waist and lay her down underneath me. I could almost laugh at her pained expression. She’s moaning already, and I haven’t even touched her yet. Using both of my hands, I part her thighs and push them up to her chest. Her breasts bounce slightly as I manhandle her into position, and my mind has already skipped ahead to watching them move in time with my thrusts as I fuck her. 

I keep both hands steady on the backs of her thighs, folding her almost in half. I look down to where my strap stands at attention, teasingly I slide it over her slit, enjoying the way she writhes when the slightest pressure is applied to her clit. 

Who’s going to tell her this is for me, and not for her? 

In sharp contrast to how I fucked her throat, I slide myself in gently, allowing her some time to adjust. She’s gasping, and clawing at my clothed back, and I’m slightly upset that she’s not leaving deep red marks all over my bare back. Oh, well. 

After a few short minutes of light teasing

She’s trying to move her hips against me, but I have her in such a tight hold that she’s getting nowhere. ‘’Tell me what you want, pretty girl,’’ I goad her. She huffs and puffs, her face still bright red, her hair sticking to the sweat on her brow and the semi dry salvia on her cheeks. ‘’Please, please, please,’’ she whines breathily, ‘’ruin me, daddy.’’

How am I supposed to deny a request like that? 

I take my chain necklace into my teeth, so it doesn’t hurt her by smacking into her face, and I set a punishing rhythm for us both. My leg is killing me, but Wanda underneath me like this is such a captivating sight that I cannot stop myself. She holds me against her tightly, like she’s afraid I’ll let go. In her defence, I’ve left her like this multiple times, so the poor girl probably has trust issues. 

Tears are falling freely from the corners of her eyes now, and I’m so focussed on that, that I don’t notice one of her hands leaving my back. She snakes it in between our bodies, so she can reach her clit. When she moans sharply and her body seizes up, I realize what she’s doing. Quickly, I reach down to snatch her hand away. 

I pull my strap out in one swift movement. With my free hand, I squeeze her cheeks and force her to look me in the eye. ‘’That’s a shame, I was going to let you cum, but now you’ll have to work harder for it.’’

I decide to make her ride me. 

It’s hilarious to watch her try to mount me with her shaky thighs. The poor thing is actually crying now, her tears dripping down all the way to her chest, along with her salvia. With one hand I hold both of her wrists tightly, with the other I rub her spit over her hard nipples, enjoying the way her hips twitch when I rub them in just the right way. 

Once she manages to sink herself down on my cock, she thinks she can get away with grinding her way to an orgasm, but I disillusion her of that idea quickly. ‘’Nuh uh, baby, if you want to cum you’re going to have to work for it properly.

After a small fit of crying and whining, she gets down to work. Fucking herself until her already shaky thighs are on the verge of giving out. She has let her head hang forward, absolutely exhausted. All that I can hear now are the obscene, wet, sucking noises that come from between her thighs, and the exhausted little moans and pleas to relieve her of her ache. 

She holds out for a heroic 15 minutes, until her thighs quite literally cannot keep her upright any longer. I had taken pity on her about 7 minutes into it, but it’s still impressive to watch her fight for it so hard. I take her face in both of my hands and kiss her forehead tenderly. ‘’Alright baby girl, you took that so well. Are you ready for your reward now?’’

In spite of her exhaustion, she nods, a soft whimper coming from her red and puffy lips. I put her on her elbows and knees, but within the first few thrusts she collapses under me. I hold her upright easily, fucking into her like it’s the last time I’ll be able to. She’s a bit too loud, and I know the others will have dirty looks for us tomorrow, but I really don’t care. 

I place a sloppy kiss on her back as I finally reach down to rub her clit. ‘’You can cum whenever you need to, princess.’’ I grunt, as I use all my focus to keep up with the thrusts and the rhythm of my rubbing fingers. 

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long. It’s impressive, really. In less than ten seconds, she’s cumming all over my fingers, her cunt clenching so tightly around my strap that it makes it hard to move as firmly as I would like. I fuck her right through her peak, and I’m prepared to push her into another, but Wanda is clearly done.

She’s shaking and shivering, her muscles weak and tired, she still tries to push me away. I’m tired myself now, so I don’t need any more incentive. I pull out of her and cover her tenderly with a blanket. She wants to go to sleep, and I don’t blame her. But I force her into a shower, sitting on the lid of the toilet, I watch over her to make sure she doesn’t pass out. 

Once she’s freshly showered, I tuck her in. I lay on top of her sheets, which feels wrong in my state, covered in dust and dried blood as I am. Wanda doesn’t seem to mind, though. She begs me to stay, and I don’t have the heart to tell her I won’t. So, I comb my fingers through her fair, and kiss her slowly, telling her how good she’s been for me, and that it’s time to rest now. It doesn’t take her more than 15 minutes to fall asleep.

Once I’m sure she’s out, I tip toe my way across the room, and out into the hallway. Stupidly, I have my back to the hallway as I close the door. I try to shut it as softly as possible, not wanting to wake Wanda. I’m so tired after all of that, that my eyes feel heavy. I’m ready for a hot shower, and bedtime, before the thoughts of the mission can overwhelm me. 

My room is next to Wanda’s, so I don’t expect any trouble, but really, trouble always shows up when you least expect it. In this case, trouble comes to me in the shape of Natasha Romanoff. 

*** 

Nat corners me as soon as Wanda’s door is closed. 

‘’What the hell have you been doing?’’ 

I narrow my eyes at her, not sure if she’s serious. I look down to the harness and strap in my left hand, and then look back to Nat. ‘’What do you want me to say, that we were braiding each other’s hair and talking about boys?’’ 

She crosses her arms over her chest. ‘’I don’t care what you get up to with her.’’ 

That’s debatable. 

‘’I mean the mission today, and every mission we’ve been on this past month. What the hell has gotten into you?’’ 

I try to sidestep her, to get to my own bedroom door, but she blocks my path. ‘’You were out there trying to get yourself killed.’’ Nat hisses. 

At this point I’m too tired to deal with this, so I snap back at her, ‘’Well, I’m clearly still alive’’ 

Nat’s eyes are boring into mine with such intensity that I would shrink away if I didn’t have a reputation to uphold. ‘’You going out there without a suit on? What do you call that?’’  She fumes. 

I shrug, a genuine half smile creeping into my lips in spite of the dire circumstances, ‘’an adventure?’’

‘’That was attempted suicide,’’ Nat says severely, clearly not as amused as I am. I just snort, unable to keep myself from cracking a joke ‘’I’m going to show you attempted suicide’’ 

Her mouth forms a hard line, ‘’that’s not funny.’’ I know it’s not, and I can tell she’s upset, but I can’t wipe the stupid smile off my face. 

She’s on the verge of saying something when the sound of a door opening makes us both turn around. Peter is standing in the doorway of his bedroom, wearing only a Captain America branded shirt and a pair of boxers. I quickly hide the strap and harness behind my back. ‘’Hey guys,’’ he says cheerfully, in spite of the limp in his step. ‘’I was going to make myself a freezer pizza, you want anything?’’ 

Nat gives him a tight smile and shakes her head. ‘’No, thanks, Pete,’’ I tell him, ‘’I still haven’t cleaned up, I’ll get something after.’’ 

Seeming to pick up on the uncomfortably loaded energy, he pulls an awkward face and shoots a pair of finger guns at us. ‘’Okay, well I’ll hide a margarita pizza for you underneath the ice cubes, so you won’t get stuck with the Hawaiian.’’ Peter really is a good friend, I decide. ‘’Thanks, kid, I owe you one,’’ I say, watching him limp clumsily towards the kitchen. Once the door has fallen shut behind him, Nat grabs my upper arm and tries to pull me towards her own bedroom. I shrug her off. 

‘’I want to shower, Nat, I’m covered in blood.’’ 

‘’And Wanda’s cum.’’ 

‘’Jealous it’s not yours?’’

Her eyes are ablaze with fury now, and there’s no hiding it. ‘’You’re trying to kill yourself, and I’m not going to sit here and watch you lose yourself.’’ 

‘’Nat, I’m fine.’’ I say, slowly losing my smile. 

‘’You don’t look fine.’’ 

‘’Then stop fucking looking at me.’’

It comes out much louder than I had intended for it to, and it startles me slightly. I can see Nat is taken aback by it too, but she’s not afraid. Her expression shifts from anger to concern in a matter of seconds. ‘’

‘’Can you just listen to me? Please, if not for your sake, then for mine. I’m not your enemy’’ 

I can’t argue with this, not when she looks so upset and my conscience is screaming at me after that outburst. I weigh my options in my head, I can go to the kitchen with Peter and god knows who else, and face all of their questions about why I went into the fight without a suit, and why I haven’t showered yet. Alternatively, I could try to barricade myself in my room, and ignore Nat, but I have a nasty feeling that this won’t take me very far. 

‘’Fine,’’ I say, deciding this will be the least painful option in the long run. ‘’Fine, Nat, whatever, but I’m tired, so please keep this short. And don’t lecture me any more about the suit, Hill already did that plenty.’’

‘’Just put that thing away,’’ she says, waving vaguely at my strap. 

‘’And here I was thinking you wanted a round too.’’

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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (16)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen

Warnings: fluff, established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, mentions of drugs/being a junkie (a side-char)

Indecent Proposal (15.2)

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“We gave you the chance to handle this,” Steve angrily glares at Natasha. “For years we protected you and paid you well. All we asked for was for you to put your dog on a leash.”

“Steve, I told him to stay away from you, and the girl,” Natasha nervously rubs her tired eyes. For half of the night, she tried to convince Steve and Bucky that the nurse at your doctor’s practice has nothing to do with an investigation. “I swear, he’s out of town. Whoever that woman is, she’s not one of us.”

“Oh, we know that she’s not one of us,” Bucky huffs. “She’s a civilian he hired to spy on Y/N and us.” He grits his teeth remembering how scared you were the last time Rumlow stood in front of you. “Five hundred bucks and she was willing to tell him everything he wanted to know.”

“That’s…illegal,” Natasha shakes her head. “I told him to stay away from her, and he hires some woman to spy on your girl. Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck!” Steve growls. “She’s a junkie, Natasha!” He blonde wildly gestures with his hands. “Imagine, she had drugs with her! According to that woman, Rumlow told her to get information out of Y/N. He instructed he to use the drugs she shoots into her veins to loosen Y/N’s tongue!”

“No,” Natasha sits down to cradle her head in her hands. “How could he do this? I believed he was a good cop. You know, not someone like me who forgot about their dignity and honor a long time ago. All the things I did for money.”

“You’ve got a good life thanks to us,” Bucky huffs. “Don’t act as if we are the big bad guys in this game. Our business is not legal, but without us, chaos would consume Brooklyn, maybe even the whole of New York. We keep the normal people safe.”

“Yeah. The heroes in shiny armor and shit,” Natasha sarcastically says. “It’s just.” She sighs deeply. “If you are a dirty cop, you feel bad sometimes. Especially when you work with someone like Rumlow. And now, I find out he’s even worse than me. I’d never hurt a woman, or an unborn child to get information.”

“You know that we would never do such a thing either,” Steve snaps at Natasha. “We never asked you to hurt people, Natasha. All we asked for was to look the other way or manipulate evidence.”

“What will you do now?” She lifts her head to look at Bucky. “Am I expendable now?” Natasha quirks a brow. She made peace with the fact that she would end up dead in a dirty alley sooner than later.

“You’re not expendable, no one is,” Bucky’s features soften for a split-second. “We know that none of this is your fault, Nat. We only ask you for permission to go after Rumlow. We owe you that much.”

Steve huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. He didn’t agree with Bucky but promised to let him take the lead. Natasha and his husband have a past, and he trusts Bucky’s instinct when it comes to the redhead.

“He dug his own grave, didn’t he?” She replies. “I tried to stop him from messing with you two. He didn’t listen to me, or anyone else. If he only did his job, I’d ask you to leave him alone. But Rumlow crossed one too many times to go after you.”

“Good,” Steve simply says. “We will make it look like an accident.”

She nods before looking at Bucky again. “He’s a man possessed, and I don’t know why. I tried to dig a little deeper but found nothing. Maybe you got more luck.”

“I don’t give a shit about his reasons,” Steve spats. “He tried to get close to our pregnant fiancé more than once. This time, he paid a junkie to hurt our girl to get information. This has nothing to do with an investigation.”

“I know,” she snaps back. “I just didn’t want him to end up dead. Okay! I worked with Rumlow for over five years. He trusted me with his life, and that I’ll have his back. It’s not easy for me to let him down!”

“Enough you two,” Bucky yells. “This is about Y/N and our unborn child.” He spits while talking. “This isn’t about revenge or shit. We need to protect her. Let’s find out why he’s after us in the first place.”

“Anything yet, Jensen?” Steve impatiently paces behind the tech expert's back. “We don’t have all day. I need answers.”

“We need answers,” Bucky sighs. “Jake, anything you can give us to calm my husband down?”

“Hmmm…” Jake adjusts his glasses while staring at the monitor. “Nothing on that nurse, slash, junkie. She got arrested a few times.”

“Let me guess,” Steve sneers. “Rumlow arrested her the last time.”

Jake shrugs. “Yup.”

“What about Rumlow and his past? Why is he so obsessed with us? I get that he wants to solve a famous case, but he’s chasing our girl around town.”

“There’s not much to find out about him,” Jake grumbles. “Nothing exciting.”

“No dirt?” Bucky presses on.

“No debts. No fishy transactions,” the tech expert shrugs. “He has a clean slate, guys. Whatever he’s hiding, Rumlow does it very well.”

“Jensen, dig deeper. Find something. Anything,” Steve says. “We need more information to bring him down. Because my beloved husband told our insider that we won’t kill him.”

“Yet,” Bucky corrects. “I promised to not kill him yet. If we can bring him down without killing him, fine by me. If not…he’s dog food.”

“Bucky, the voice of reason,” Steve laughs. “That’s a new one…”

“Where have you been all day?” You yawn. “I’ve missed you. It was so boring without you around. So…what did you do?”

“Nothing important,” Steve watches you press your back against Bucky’s chest. He smiles when Bucky kisses the crown of your hair. “Stevie and I had a few things to discuss with a business associate.”

“Okay,” you smile at Steve. “Now that you are here, can we have a movie night? What do you want to watch? Or do you prefer sports?”

“We can watch whatever you want, doll?” Bucky kisses your hair again. He moves his hand to your still flat belly, imagining you all swollen with their child. “Right, Steve?”

“Of course,” Steve joins you on the bed. He’s still pumped up, and angry but he’ll try to tame his anger for you and Bucky. Tonight, he’ll let Rumlow live.

Tomorrow is another day…

Part 17

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[b1ackoutartist]

Culinary troubles

Y/N pushed the door open, her keys jingling as she tossed them onto the small table by the entrance. The familiar comfort of home embraced her, but something was amiss. A peculiar scent wafted through the air, one that didn't quite belong in the cozy apartment she shared with Natasha.

"Nat?" Y/N called out, her voice laced with curiosity. She hung her coat and ventured further inside, the smell growing stronger, oddly reminiscent of... charred food?

In the kitchen, she found Natasha Romanoff, her girlfriend in both life and love, standing amidst a culinary catastrophe. The stove was a mess, pots and pans lay abandoned, and in the midst of it all, Natasha looked both sheepish and slightly amused.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Nat, what happened here? It looks like a war zone."

Natasha turned, her green eyes twinkling with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "I may have underestimated the complexity of cooking noodles."

"Cooking...noodles?" Y/N echoed incredulously, stepping closer.

"How do you burn noodles?"

"It's a talent," Natasha replied dryly, gesturing towards a pot that contained what used to be pasta, now an unrecognizable charred mass.Y/N peered into the pot, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"This was pasta? Really, Nat, I thought you were a master of all trades."

"I'm a master spy, not a master chef," Natasha countered, her lips curving into a smile.

Y/N leaned against the counter, her amusement clear. "I see that now. So, what was the plan? Romantic dinner?"

Natasha sighed, leaning back against the opposite counter, facing Y/N. "I wanted to surprise you. You've been working so hard lately, and I thought a nice dinner might be... well, nice."

Y/N's heart warmed at the sentiment. She crossed the kitchen, taking Natasha's hands in hers. "It's the thought that counts, right? But maybe next time, we stick to something you can't burn."

"Like what? Peanut butter and jelly sandiwches?" Natasha teased.

"Exactly. PJ sandwiches are safe. PJ sandwiches are our friends," Y/N joked, pulling Natasha into a hug.

Natasha wrapped her arms around Y/N, resting her head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry about the mess. And the lack of dinner."

"Don't be," Y/N reassured her. "This is going to be a great story to tell. 'The day Natasha Romanoff burned water.'"

Natasha chuckled, the sound muffled against Y/N's shoulder. "I'll never live this down, will I?"

"Not a chance," Y/N grinned, pulling back to look into Natasha's eyes. "But that's okay. It's these little moments that make life with you so interesting."

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[midastouch013]

Kitchen Disaster

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You attempt to teach your girlfriend how to cook

P.S. This is my first fic so bare with me

Warnings: Just pure fluff and Natasha's horrible cooking skills

P.S.S This was already posted, but I had all my fics deleted, so I'm reposting them

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The Avengers compound kitchen buzzed (or in this case did not) with an unusual sense of tranquility as you attempted to help Natasha conquer the culinary realm. Natasha, typically a force to be reckoned with, brandished the knife like a seasoned warrior being attacked by enemy agents, attempting to tame the rogue carrots that danced on the cutting board.

"Easy does it, Nat. The carrots won't attack, I promise," you reassured, your chuckles filling the serene space, causing the redhead to roll her eyes playfully.

Undeterred, Natasha continued, determined to master this art that she had failed at mastering multiple times. And with a single slice of the knife, a piece of carrot decided to take flight, narrowly avoiding a potted plant. You shared a look with your girlfriend before bursting into laughter, the sounds of merriment bouncing off the compound walls.

The culinary escapades continued with a pancake batter that defied gravity, flour turning the kitchen into a winter wonderland, and Natasha's fiery hair acquiring a snowy halo. Misjudged salt levels led to a dish that could rival Bruce's green mode in intensity, yet you both sampled it with mock seriousness, laughter punctuating each bite.

Then came the pièce de résistance: Natasha's attempt at a flambe. You were aware that it was a bit overboard for a person who sucked in the kitchen, but this is Natasha Romanoff we're talking about. Flames soared higher than anticipated, setting off the smoke alarm and triggering another round of giggles. You were so lucky the others were away or Tony would've nagged your ears off.

Through the chaos, Natasha's initial frustration gave way to shared amusement. "Who knew cooking could be such an adventure?"

As you both sat down to a table adorned with unconventional yet oddly charming (and slightly charred) dishes, Natasha couldn't help but smile. "Maybe chaotic cooking isn't so bad when shared with the right person."

Raising your glass in a toast, you grinned. "To culinary chaos and spoiling Tony's equipment."

"And that's why I'm sticking to my PB&Js"

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[me-uglypretty]

they have not chosen me

Pairing:  Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: In her rage of not being chosen, Natasha expresses herself to the one person she will always choose.

Warning: (18+), AU, smut, fingering, cunninglingus | 2k words

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“They have not chosen me!”

Her voice challenges them; fools absently picking at their lofty hats, forfeiting their attention from the growls of her exhausted heart. She was perceived as the brute of their conversations, those verses of her were spoken among elite parties, a name that rolls from their filthy tongue into the humid air, the kind of fury that glaze their dull eyes at the sight of her—a woman united with courage, brilliance, passion, and youth—the very form of life which they spite. She was the lone force that charred their miserable existence.

Natasha Romanoff.

The name that wends a faint sound in your throat, orbiting your pulsing heart so persistently, instigating your whole self into a tangled mess, and clumsily falling at your feet. Thus, your body stumbles with the circular bamboo woven basket that was once held firmly in your jaded hands, and those freshly harvested vegetables faced the same devastation at their unforeseen fall.

A known voice, charming and teasing, induces through your moment of embarrassed and dread. “Another mishap?”

The apprehensive guise remained on your face as you hastily gather the fallen vegetables without bothering to clean the additional dirt of mud and stones that stuck. It was that, or you would face far worse, perhaps, the taunting voices of those around and being the component in their immoral act of thieving in daylight for self-amusement at other’s suffering.

Unbeknownst to your muddled state, Natasha had perceived your stumble which had occurred mere seconds after her brash speech. At the sight of your hunched posture, she was simply lured towards you. Her lavish shoes stumps brashly on the ground, emphasising on self-confident that fear itself cowers.

“You’re a clumsy one, uh?” Natasha teasingly jabbed, concluding her question with a chuckle.

In other circumstances—unlike one that would undoubtedly rouse a crowd or worse, a conflict between the status that laid across people of this dreadful town—you would have glared into round eyes gleaming in arrogance while yours flash with irritation. Your tongue would have spat bitterly at her mockery and still, you would perceive the same arrogance smile on her face as you continued expressing your irritation. However, such pleasure was expressed in the confined space of your mind and silence had, will always remain the safer decision than uttering insolent words in front of their prying eyes.

“Awfully quite too.”

And you, still situated in such a helpless state, surrounded by those fools coexisting with her, could only muster a sluggish nod.

“I will walk you back home,” she spoke, before swiftly grasping the handle of your bamboo basket and carrying that broad article as though, it was hers to own. “Follow me, clumsy.”

You disregarded the sound of disapproval that burns at the tip of your tongue and the apparent disrespect at her audacious act. Instead, you had silently trailed behind her, each step seemingly pretentious for those prying eyes, till the village fade at the path that revealed natures’ heavenly greenery.

Trees stood tall, wide, and leafy. Mosses spread the ground and trunk of said trees. Little vegetation grew unreservedly from ruthless civilisation. The scenery was all that appealed relaxed breaths from your lungs.

Your curious eyes shift from flourishing nature as your attention redicts to the vegetables bouncing carelessly in a basket that was meant for your hands to hold. Her fervent steps were to blame. The expression on her face bore a look of bravery and yet, drawing creases on her forehead as her eyebrows furrowed and eyes that gleam so mercifully with nature, shone sadly of anguish. And your eyes, round and wide, curious as they are, remained crucially on her face.

Natasha noticed your attention on her and hums a saddening song that gust into the humid air. “They have not chosen me,” she repeated those words, a verse that exudes despair from her voice. Natasha tilts her head to meet your attentive gaze. “But I have chosen them,” she announced with finality.

And you would continue to wonder for days to come, why had they not chosen her?

“I have chosen them.”

Your mouth remained shut while hers lingers with empty openings of questions, shuffling between brief meeting of eyes that descents lower and lower, then the corner of her lips curls while yours was pressed in a thin line. You had mused the thought and accepted a conclusion of her, of such disapproval for someone like her.

Natasha was unlike them. She must be, she is perhaps the best among them. Excellent in those expectations established on women, considerable of other’s emotions, outwardly brave as she walks and talks, and she so courageously questions the law bestowed upon them. Natasha, as her own, a unique kind of person, completely self-aware, ignorance ceased to exist by her, and yet—

“I have chosen them.”

For once, those words that slips from her mouth sounded like a confession that fell melodiously by your ears. Warmth embraces your cheeks as her sly eyes lingers on your face, basking the slight alterations to your expression. The bamboo basket was left abandoned on the ground as her hands extends further to seam the gap placed between two. The excruciating cold, the painful longing, and so deprived of affection as her hands presses on your cheeks and you contemplate of them.

“I have chosen them,” Natasha whispered, huff of warm breath touched your pursed lips, and her thumb parted your mouth wide open for her. “I have chosen them,” she confessed gently, her eyes shimmers in the reflection of nature’s hues as she passionately gazes into your round eyes, certainly wide and eager for her. “I have chosen you.”

Her declaration conveys with her action as she pushed your backward, pressing your back directly against the rough surface of a tree which leaves crowns above, sheltering two bodies from the scorching sun. It felt as though, time halted for the mere seconds where her hand grasps your jaw while the other rested on your upper chest to ensure you remained at that same potion. Exactly where she wanted you, where she needed you.

You felt lost, so unaware of those increasing thoughts wandering in her mind at such momentum. But you felt the upsurge heat that spread your face, neck, chest, and only worse when her face inches closer to yours, just readily wanting to collide with you.

Then, you counted the moments in between. First, the gust of cold wind that made your shiver, the second that chimes in birds merrily chirping at daylight, the third appeared in sounds of leaves and branches brushing against each other in such symphony—and the pressure that lead after, her lips pressed firmly over yours. A stunned gasp left your mouth, slowly resonating as moans when her hand fell to your waist and confines your body close into her.

Natasha doesn’t spare a moment for your breaths to normalise. Her mouth clashes with yours, swallowing each sound that left your throat, kissing you so familiarly, sucking your tongue as your lips parted effortlessly for more of her. Kisses pressed so keenly on your lips, leading to your chin, and an excruciating moment after where your hand guided her mouth back over yours. The need to feel her, to taste her, for tongues to meet and dance together, you craved for that more than life itself.

There, beneath the broad tree, an unspoken promise was whispered in peckish moans. Her hands briskly tampering with the laces that held your dress, wisps of breath left your mouth at the warmth that spread the width of your body from her heavenly presence. The kind of satisfying hum resonates in your throat the moment her hand slips beneath hefty fabric.

“I choose you,” Natasha murmured, her fingers courageously stroke your bundle of nerves. A hint of something ardent sparks from within by the next words that followed. “I choose you,” her mouth delays by your gaping mouth. Those words carried merrily through your throat, and announcing its arrival at each intense thump of your heart.

It was wet, sloppy, so shamefully disordered when she explores the spaces between your thighs, and you felt the pulsating that rouse in your cunt for her; someone known and unknown, the pure melody of forbidden pursuit on respected grounds, of pleading for her at sinful hours while her round rosy lips shone with a victory grin at your hopeless whine for more of her than the measured touch of her fingers.

“Please,” you had pleaded at that hour, the same sound that was forced from your mouth when she was relentless with her teasing. Your hands were pressed on her shoulders, nails digging into the pads of her dress. “Please,” you whined, thrusting your body forward into hers, and shamelessly continuing the sounds of your voice begging for her to devour you as the chosen one she swore upon.

In her usual manner of complete brashness, where one hand was positioned familiarly over your chest, Natasha gropes the curve of your breast and incited a lurid moan from you. It takes another loud whine for her hand to trail a path that led to your neck, before firmly grasping the base of your neck in her warm hand. It was a warning to silent yourself, or to speak for what you needed, or something—absolutely anything.

At the midst of her firm grasp, you felt her fingers slide into your folds, her leisure ministrations made your inside swarm with a need for more. A beast stirred awake by sinful urges, that your body thrust more into her, grinding unashamedly against her fingers and your eyes shut closed at the hurried pleasure that flood your senses.

“So greedy,” Natasha mocked, her thumb circles your clit. “I can feel you around my finger,” she husked, her voice that sounded so heroic seemed to alter into a tone that only you were fortunate to know.

By her voice, her heavenly honied voice, you felt yourself clenched around her fingers. Something that was so foreign to you was made known by her, such warmth, such corruption to your hopeless mind that you wished for more. She, Natasha, everything you desired to survive.

“Natasha,” her name falls from your mouth as desperate pleads.

It was fascinating to her by the way her eyebrows furrowed at your sounds, closely listening to each whine that drew from your throat and your mouth huffing pleads at her ministration. Natasha listened, applying more pressure as her mouth pressed harshly on yours, and your breathless state was disregard as she continued kissing you like air was granted by that sole action.

“Nat, I feel— don’t stop, please,” your hand found hers between the fumbles of body chasing a common hunger. As if, her touch was the saving grace for your corruption. It wasn’t wrong, it could never be assumed as that, not when she was there with you.

But she stopped.

A whine erupts angrily from your mouth, conveying the ache that was replaced from the pleasure felt. At such state, your mind remained absent, only chasing after the hunger, and your hand hauled hers back. Natasha denied the clash for your pleasure and recoils your touch from her hand. Laugher fills her chest while your heart thumps with anticipation.

The hand that was once situated between your thighs, were closing into your face. Her fingers glistens when the sunlight shines through, the same fingers tracing your lips intently while you admire her. Cheekbones tinge of crimson, perhaps, the weather was chilly or the aftermath of her mouth over yours. Her eyes were bright, orbs of such that stares straight into your soul, and grasping the little parts of you as her own.

Natasha eyes remains on your face as she takes a step backwards and slowly bends her knees. An act known to those who had touched her feet while she stared at them as nothing, but common fools pleading for her forgiveness after their thoughtless act. However, you were different, she had never positioned herself in such manner and yet, your gaze lowered with her and eyes gleaming with such care for her.

Her knees prods into the muddy ground, feeling indifferent for the dirty that would swear to ruin her dress. Keen hands grasp for your dress as you stood there, she fumbles with the heavy material as soft grumbles left her mouth, before she hastily pushed the bothersome away from her path. At that hour, Natasha acted as though, she had known from the beginning of what she desired, determination blazing proudly in her round eyes that shimmer vividly in hues of forest green and blue of the sky above.

Those eyes soften for mere seconds, a silent question lingers in the air to which you answered with an assured nod. The smile that graces after was gentle enough that curses which swirls in your mind ceased to exist. Natasha, so arrogant at first, so her, so someone only you know beneath the persona that left them trembling.

Natasha’s head pushes beneath your dress, disappearing from your sight, you lose her somewhere, till you felt the hot air that blew at your heat, and the warmth wetness that touch you. A loud groan left her throat by the moans that fell from your mouth. Her tongue pressed over your cunt, dragging her wetness to your clint as she circles the swollen nub with such urgence, and felt the combination of slick.

Her tongue was there, your cunt was already wet from her previous ministration, and her tongue thrust into your wanting hole. The abrupt shove of her tongue made your mouth whine of pleasure and hand searching for where her head was situated, to find those strands of red standing in contrast to your grey tinge dress. Your fingers tangle in her hair to feel more, to push her into your pulsating core.

It’s so wrong, you heard yourself whisper into the cloud of lust in your mind, and it’s so right, you countered back. It’s perfect to feel the edges of her tongue, her fingers, the clever ways she incites cries from your mouth at the warmth that spread your stomach to your chest. Natasha has always been relentless. She vowed to have you begging, tears spilling from your eyes at the sheer pleasure that rouse from her touch.

At the high of your orgasm, she pressed a lingering kiss on your mound, another on your stomach that rouse at each harsh intake of breath, and slowly leading a path of kisses to your thighs.

Natasha pushes herself back, steading herself by resting her hands on your waist as she stood. You see her this way; eyes blown of lustful urges, lips swollen of moments before that left your mouth wide open, her untidy hair with red strands sticking to her forehead as her skin glistens with sweat, and the slick that coated her lips to her chin—of your release, of a promised pleasure, of prove she had committed the sin you craved.

Her tongue darts across her lips, her fingers grip your waist fervently. Those eyes stares into yours, seemingly looking at you like you were everything to her. Like she had not cried because of them, expressing such regret and anger of their act. It was like, she knew of what she wanted from the start of day to the end of night.

“I have chosen them,” Natasha whispered, and your hands shakily reach for her face. “I have always chosen you,” she expressed before your mouth pressed furiously over hers.

The taste of you that lingered for hours and days to come, the taste of her that flames in anger and so vivid of life, just you and her—something that they will never understand.

Natasha had dared from the start, grasping your hand to urge for your body to follow her, the promise that settled the ache in your chest, and that of her hand slipping between your thighs. You know that dishonour and sins were shared from the first moment her eyes met yours, when your mouth plead for her touch and she cried when your hand met her warmth. It was love, it was all that they had not chosen, but of what you and her had chosen.

She had chosen you, and you would always choose her.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader smut

[bixcaleen]

@marvelscolorss appreciation week: day 1 – favorite character ★ CHAR'S 1K CELEBRATION: ⤷ 🪐 + natasha romanoff or natasha romanoff for @wakandasforever

#marveledit #mcuedit #marvelladiesdaily #marvellegends #useryoshi #tuserabbie #userelio #userannalise #usershreyu #tuserlyn #useralison #usertreena #userhella #userkosmos #mcweek22 #chars.edit #chars1k #1k* #*gfx

[maximoffromanoffs]

.•° ✿ °•. WANDANAT’S KIDS °•. ✿ .•°

Parents: Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff

Children: Rose Romanoff, Grace Maximoff & Charlotte Maximoff

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Honestly this is mainly for us, but if anyone would enjoy reading about our family, feel free🤍

ABOUT THE FAMILY

Rose is 4 years older than Grace and Charlotte, and they are twins.

Natasha is mom/momma. Wanda is mama.

Natasha gave birth to Rose, and Wanda to Grace and Charlotte.

Godparents:

Rose: Maria & Clint

Charlotte: Yelena & Thor

Grace: Pietro & Carol

Fighting abilities/powers:

Rose: Copy of Nat, she trained her in hand to hand combat.

Charlotte: No powers straight away but develops mind reading abilities like her mama.

Grace: Copy of Wanda’s wiggly woos, but purple rather than red.

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ONE SHOTS

- Drunk momma

- Visiting grandparents

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Q&A:

Who would be the strictest parent? Realistically Natasha would be strict, and fairly scary when you were in trouble. Wanda would be more calm and level headed.

Do the girls know their mothers’ families? Yes. Both Natasha and Wanda’s families. Their uncle Pietro of course, his goofy nature reflecting in his youngest niece Grace. They’re close to their aunt Yelena too, who quickly picked a favourite in her cheeky niece Lottie, often stealing her to spent time with her favourite little one. They also see their grandparents: Melina and Alexei. The twins being a little scared of both, while Rose adores her grandma Melina, opting to stay close whenever she gets the chance to.

Do the mothers have favourites? They love their daughters all equally, but they favour the girls for different reasons. Given that Nat managed to have a baby girl despite the sterilisation from the Red Room, she couldn’t help when her eldest stole a certain place in her heart. Wanda adores all of her kids but Grace spends her time following her mama around like a little duckling. Now Lottie is just everyone’s favourite, she’s so sweet and lovable that just everyone adores her, especially her sisters.

Do they have any pets? Yes. Charlotte has a cat, whose name is Smoky, she’s white and grey. Nat and Wanda have strict rules about where Smoky can be because Rose is allergic to cats, so they try keep her to Char’s room mainly. Grace has a white bunny rabbit called Thumper.

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Comforting (from the girls’ pov)

Mom (Natasha) would love to play with your hair, and braid it whenever you would let her.

If you had a nightmare they would both rush into your room and carry you back to theirs, first like washing your face with some cool water and maybe taking you downstairs to have a drink and get some fresh air or offer you some fruit. Then they’ll take you back upstairs where they’ll like keep you cuddled between them; Nat would play with your hair while wanda rubs circles on your back. Wanda would either hum a sokovian lullaby or maybe read you a story if she needed to soothe you. You’d either lay between them or on top of one of them and fall back to sleep quickly and Wanda would use her magic to give you a nice dream and to make sure you don’t have another bad one.

Moms also do a date night twice every month and on those nights the girls have to play a board game or just any game and whoever wins gets to choose who to stay with.

Mama always does the cooking, usually playing her favourite music and singing along as she does.

Natasha loves to train with Rose, it’s one of her favourite things to do.

Everytime Yelena comes to visit the girls, she always runs for Charlotte first, picking her up and swinging her around.

The mothers are fairly protective, particularly Natasha, always wanting to make sure her babies are safe and okay. Rose is also very protective over her little sisters, never wanting them to fight and upset each other, but definitely not letting anyone else upset them.

On the days where you really don’t feel like you can do anything, such as eat, wash, even get up. She’ll always be there to assist you. She’ll bring you food and even feed you herself if it’s that hard. She wouldn’t mind either as if would break her heart but she has always loved being needed, especially by her children. So she would feed you, then help you change if it was necessary. She’d do little things to encourage you to get up, such as say “if you walk with me to the bathroom then I’ll order you something of your Amazon wish list” or something corny like that. She’ll help you wash, say like sit you on the bathroom floor and just clean your face with a flannel. She’ll stay in bed with you and watch some of your favourite movies. She’ll read to you. She will remind you that everything is going to be okay and that you’re loved and safe. She’ll just do everything in her power to cheer you up. Wanda would hold you as you cry, holding you tightly so you can’t move or act impulsively, she would just hold you tight as sometimes being held tightly like that can help calm people down. She wouldn’t let you go and just keep reaffirming the same comforting words over and over again until you where a lot calmer again. Then talking it over with you. She would just be there and she would make sure you know that you are loved more than anything, especially by her.

Nat will spoil us with presents whenever she sees any that reminds her of one of us, she be coming home with at least five gifts and that happens like three times a week, Wanda sometimes tells her off for it, bc the presents sometimes take a big space of the house, like the bouncy house she placed in the living room on a random day, bc it reminded her of us, especially on our birthdays we’ll get lots one time even Disney cruise tickets.

Wanda will always do her best to make sure we are never feeling lonely, she’ll constantly check in on us even if we aren’t in the mood but she will do it anyways. She will always ask if you wanna play a game, cuddle, talk or even just sit in silence. If you’d prefer to be alone she’d make sure you where in the right mindset before letting you do your own thing, still being suspicious and watching over you but giving you your space. She loves 1 on 1 time as well as family time, but sometimes she prefers to just be the 2 of you so she can check in on you more personally. Like ask you how everything’s going without it being so much pressure as it isn’t in front of anyone so you feel as if you can really open up, and she’d always reassure you that it’s okay if you where to do so. She’d keep you close and gives you many kisses.

Momma tickles us whenever she gets the chance too, she’s braiding your hair? Tickle monster is coming, you’re watching a movie? Tickle monster is coming too, you’re reading/ doing homework? Tickle monster is always here bc she just wants to hear our laughs bc they bring so much joy to her, and after all of that tickling torture, she’ll give you a big hug and a peck.

Nat would check on our bedrooms, late at night to make sure everyone is comfy in their bed, and have their blankets covering them to make them feel warm at night, and to make sure everyone is okay and not having any nightmares, she sometimes can’t resist cuddling with us while we’re fast asleep. Once she’s sure that all of us are okay she’d give us some forehead and cheek kisses before going back to sleep.

Wanda would use her magic to calm anxiety. Hear me out on this, she can use her wiggly woos to quieten our mind with the things we like, and to just calm our body in general. It’s like if she had a net for the butterflies in our stomach. She’s great at words of wisdom and saying things that are helpful in the moment. Nat is great at life advice and is always helpful in that way.

Nat likes our hair, she’s always trying to braid it or style it in one way or another. She likes to try unique hairstyles and will usually have us sat on a pillow as she’ll carefully like braid our hairs or plait them. She was also always on head lice patrol when we were younger.

Wanda loves to sing sokovian lullabies to us no matter our age and she’s been doing it to us since we where little, she specifically does it calm us down or to get us to sleep or if we’ve had a bad day.

#elizabeth olsen #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wandavision #wanda maximoff #scarlett johansson #black widow #family #moms #lizzie olsen #the avengers

[wlwloverwrites]

Sub!Nat smut now:))

a/n: I should be working and studying for my finals, but this seemed more important. Something short for all my lovers.

Warnings: failed attempted at 69ing which slowly just turns into (reversed?) face sitting, light praise kink, oral sex, mentions of biting, smut 18+

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You hiss against her thighs when you feel Natasha’s teeth sink into a small part of your inner thigh. You are close to nudging her off your thigh, but she is quick to lick the sting away, a silent and wet sorry. She peppers light kisses on your thighs, switching between the left and right one. You can’t help but sigh against the heaven pressed so close to your face. Her calves sandwich your head between her thighs and you swear you hear a quiet moan when your tongue licks a stripe from her puffy clit to her leaking hole.

“Feels good,” Natasha sighs, completely forgetting about your prior agreement. It was a joke at first, something along the lines of ‘I’ll eat you if you eat me.’ You knew this would happen, but she forbids you from calling her out. Natasha Romanoff is somewhat a pillow princess. It’s a secret she forced you to swear you’d take to your grave.

“Yeah, baby?” You tease, digging your fingers in her the flesh of her ass and spread her apart.

Her breathless ‘yes’ is cut off by a whiney moan when you blow air against her glistening pussy. Before she can complain, because you know she is about to complain, you use your grip on her ass to pull her onto your mouth. You waste no time, you lick everything she has to offer. Burying yourself between her thighs until there is no room to breathe. The pleasure is consuming for both you and Natasha.

You could not ask to be in a better position.

Is it a little hard to breathe? Yes.

Is your neck going to be a bit sore tomorrow? Yes.

Is the love of your life who is currently sitting on your face worth the soreness and lightheadedness? Thousand percent yes.

“Oh fuck.”

You can barely hear her whimpers and moans but you know they are getting more frequent with the way she is spilling onto your tongue, feeding the greed your tastebuds have.

You can’t help but smile against her clit when you feel Natasha practically go limp on top of you. She truly is made to look pretty on a bunch of pillows. Problem is this makes it a bit hard for you to do your work.

Light, repetitive taps on Natasha’s outer thighs bring her out of her empty head. You hum against her skin, letting your fingertips weightlessly drag over her skin.

“Natty, baby?”

“What’s wrong?” She has now transferred all her weight from your face to your torso. Her head is perfectly cushioned using your thighs as pillows.

“Need you to do something for me.”

“Oh, I’ll do it n-”

“No, I could care less about that,” You swear you hear her sigh in relief before you continue. What a pillow princess. “Need you sit up right and ride my face.”

Natasha holds her breath for a few seconds. She knows you know that she doesn’t like putting in the work, but she also knows whenever she does you treat her good.

Your tongue finds itself licking her clean again when you don’t get an answer. “Can you do that for me, Natty?”

In a span of a few seconds and some convincing licks, Natasha’s head is no longer resting your thighs, instead her head is tilted back. Surprisingly, she is sitting upright; she careful to not put all her weight on your face. Her hands, which are on each of your thighs, brace herself and she pays no attention to the pain her nails instill in the meat of your thighs. Surely there will be marks tomorrow, but you know she’s sorry.

“Good job, baby.”

You silently tell her to start moving her hips with your grip on thighs. Reluctantly, she starts to grind her hips against your mouth. You lay there with your mouth open wide and tongue sticking out. Natasha whines particularly loud when you move your tongue towards her hole. Her hips want to freeze, tired and lazy but your words of encouragement keep her from doing so.

“Come on, Natty. Don’t you want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

Your words work almost as well as shot of espresso. Her hips are quick to work her body up and down, chasing her climax, but they are still lazy. Her hands go up to her breasts. Her hands grip each one to stop them from bouncing. Before she knows it she is playing with both nipples, whimpering even louder. You can picture her, filthy and whiny.

“I- Fuck.”

Awkwardly, your hand finds its way between her thighs. You make sure to not move too much given the woman on top of you is very close to begging to come. You want to laugh at the gasp of air she sucks in when your thumb finds her clit.

You already know.

Natasha’s brain is fuzzy. There isn’t a single thought —besides maybe being mad at you for making her ride your face— in her head. She is preoccupied with the pleasure she feels. Her eyes are rolled back, her nipples are sore from her own torture, and her pussy is clenching on your tongue.

“Can I come?”

Your thumb moves a little faster.

“Oh shit. Can I? Please.”

You let out a loud hum, making her hip jerk and then making her squeeze out a breathless ‘thank you’ and moan. She gushes all over your tongue. The taste of her fills your mouth, easing the greed your buds had. This pleasure is even more consuming causing her body falls onto of yours, bringing her clit even closer to your lips. Ignoring her obvious need to catch her breath and take a break, you lick her throbbing clit. She whines when you don’t stop. She falls apart on your tongue a second time. You don’t stop licking until she finally pulls away from your loose grip on her thighs.

She turns her body to lay next to you. Boneless and breathless, her hands go up to cover her eyes, overwhelmed. You swear you hear her let out a curse when she finally catches her breath. Natasha giggles when she hears you sit up.

“Did you like it?” You whisper against her skin. You climb on top of her, dragging your lips from her pelvis to her chest. You pepper light kisses on her each of her breasts befroe heading to her neck.

“Mhmm. Loved it,” Natasha hums happily, tilting her head to the side go give you better access to the sensitive spot on the underside of her jaw.

“See what happens when you put in a little more work?”

“Actually I hated that part.”

“Such a princess.”

“Hey!”

#hehehehe #i was dreaming about this the other day #but also I’ve been in heat for like three months straight #pls enjoy this #i wrote it in two hours #wlwloverwrites #wlwloversfics #char: natasha romanoff #type: smut #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut #black widow #black widow smut #marvel

[wandas-luvr]

about the nat stuff, i just think she'd make you work for it- like all the time 😍😍 she's so mean i love her

she'd like never ever make you take anything for granted, she'd make you thank her for everything, even if you dont like it

defo huge mommy kink to the end of time

omg no that is SOOOOO nat. nat is like the type to make you thank her for spanking and edging you because "mommy knows what you need, even if you don't like it" and if you refuse to thank her you're only getting spanked or edged more bc she's just mean like that 🫶🫶

#char: natasha romanoff #jules rambles #jules answers #mommy!nat

[gyokujyn]

A Softer World Remix Masterpost

For the Captain America: The Winter Soldier 10th Anniversary Event, I may have gone a little overboard remixing A Softer World comics in the style of @asofteravenger. Here is a comprehensive list of every remix I posted, including the rejects which did not make the cut for the original event.

CATWS 10th Anniversary Event Remixes by Day

Key 💜: Personal Favourites ⭐ : Fan Favourites

🔴 March 26th: On Your Left ◽close enough for government work [prompt: PTSD; char: bucky] ◽is this progress? [prompt: first meetings; char: steve, nat, sam] ◽when home is a person SkyMiles won't get you there [prompt: the smithsonian; char: steve, bucky] 💜who the hell is bucky? [prompt: the smithsonian; char: steve, bucky]

🔴 March 27th: Steve Rogers ◽for a treat [prompt: guilt; char: steve, howling commandos] 💜guilt will quench a fire as surely as the thawing winter [prompt: guilt; char: steve, strike team] 💜haha that's a totally normal answer to the question [prompt: fave steve quote; char: sam, steve] ◽it's what they call a catch-22 [prompt: elevator; char: steve, brock, strike team] ◽put it on the list [prompt: Steve's List; char: steve] ◽what could go wrong? [prompt: camp lehigh; char: zola]

🔴 March 28th: SHIELD ◽either way I'll be leaving you bleeding [prompt: weapons; bucky, steve] ◽i'm so sorry [prompt: compromised; char: steve, nick] ◽it is cold. [prompt: fave scene; char: bucky] 💜probably the windows too [prompt: neighbor; char: steve, sharon]

🔴 March 29th: Natasha Romanoff ◽are you? [prompt: fave nat quote; nat, pierce] 💜as soon as he's dead i can be on my way [prompt: natasha romanoff; char: nat, bucky] ◽get loved loser [prompt: disguise; char: nat, steve] ◽now i want cinnabon [prompt: mall; char: steve, strike] ◽who needs good choices anyway? [prompt: redemption; char: nat, steve]

🔴 March 30th: TWS Cast ◽and they were first mates [prompt: tws cast; char: tws cast] ◽do you think we could catch lightning in a bottle twice? [prompt: press conference; char: tws cast] ◽shh he eepy [prompt: stunts; char: tws cast] 💜try a knife flip! [prompt: stunts; char: sebastian stan]

🔴 March 31st: Sam Wilson 💜c'mon sam it was one time [prompt: wings; char: sam, bucky] ◽extra virgin [prompt: fave sam quote; char: sam, rumlow] ◽have you ever known what it's like to feel the exhilaration of really flying [prompt: sam wilson; char: sam] ◽oops sorry maria [prompt: sam wilson; char: sam, maria] ⭐the graveyard of our memories [prompt: Dept of VA; char: sam]; all our mausoleums have eyes [prompt: none (bonus); char: bucky, steve]

🔴 April 1st: HYDRA ◽and in such creative ways [prompt: fave fight; char: bucky] ◽beatings shall continue until morale improves [prompt: project insight; char: none] ◽besides what grave could hold you? [prompt: strike; char: rumlow, steve] ◽how many gunshot wounds is an orgasm? [prompt: fave fight; char: bucky, steve] ◽oh it's supposed to be enemies TO lovers [prompt: fave fight; char: bucky, steve] 💜scream for daddy [prompt: hydra; char: pierce, bucky] ◽tony only watches vanilla het porn pass it on [prompt: project insight; char: tony] 💜what kind of monster leaves the milk out on the counter? [prompt: hydra; char: pierce] ◽you don't have to be the fastest runner you just have to be faster than Project Insight [prompt: fave fight; char: rumlow, sam]

🔴 April 2nd: Bucky Barnes ◽a ghost story [prompt: ghost story; char: bucky, steve] ◽and then you remember [prompt: memories; bucky] ◽baby did you forget to take your meds? [prompt: memories; char: steve, bucky] 💜but spare the rod and spoil the child [prompt: bank; char: bucky, pierce, rumlow] ◽i kicked off bucky's world revenge tour 2k14 and all i got was half-drowned in the potomac [prompt: revenge; char: bucky, steve] ⭐i've always been an overachiever [prompt: revenge; char: steve, bucky] 💜past tense [prompt: "but i knew him"; char: steve, bucky] ◽rlb [prompt: revenge; char: bucky, steve] ◽the unpaid internship of a lifetime [prompt: bucky barnes; char: bucky, zola] ◽what gives a ghost nightmares [prompt: bucky barnes; char: bucky, steve] ◽ya gotov otvechat [prompt: bank; char: bucky]

🔴 April 3rd: Cap Quartet 💜advanced car surfing for dummies [prompt: cap quartet; char: nat, steve, sam, bucky] 💜alexa play jolene [prompt: cap quartet; char: nat, steve, sam, bucky] ◽gotta catch 'em all [prompt: cap quartet; char: bucky, nat, sam, steve] ◽hi i'm captain america [prompt: bedside vigil; char: sam, steve] ◽or a blond carnie with hearing aids and really good aim [prompt: cap quartet; char: steve, nat, sam, bucky] ◽peer pressure [prompt: fave duo; char: nat, steve] ◽some people get both [prompt: found family; char: nat, sam, steve]

🔴 April 4th: To the End of the Line ⭐but you can't seem to convince them of that [prompt: devotion; char: steve, bucky] ◽cause i'm with you til the end of the line pal [prompt: to the end of the line; char: steve, bucky] 💜i stopped remembering the exact weight of your hand and now i only know it with a knife [prompt: 1940s; char: steve, bucky] ⭐or die trying [prompt: reunion; char: bucky, steve] ◽sorry officer we'll remember to use the gag next time [prompt: helicarrier; char: steve, bucky] ◽that'll teach me [prompt: identity porn; char: steve, bucky] ◽the good news it can't be illegal if there's no word for it [prompt: fave stucky scene; char: bucky, steve] ◽the safe word is jersey [prompt: devotion; char: bucky, steve] 💜this is not what getting railed means [prompt: helicarrier; char: bucky] 💜walt disney did not prepare me for this body count [prompt: identity porn; char: steve] ◽we've had too many next times already [prompt: schoolyard to battlefield; char: bucky, steve] ◽yes even that [prompt: helicarrier; char: steve] ◽you either die young or live long enough to become the cautionary tale [prompt: devotion; char: bucky, steve]

CATWS 10th Anniversary | REJECTS!

Key 💜: Personal Favourites ⭐ : Fan Favourites

Run | Series MasterPost featuring: ◽alexa play run this town by jay-z rihanna and kanye west [char: nick] 💜alexa play run by daughter [char: nat] ◽alexa play run (beautiful things)(highsociety remix) by awolnation [char: bucky] ◽alexa play run boy run by woodkid [char: steve] ◽alexa play run by onerepublic [char: sam]

Barbershop Quartet (feat. any two+ except Stucky) | REJECTS! ◽hands off the boots [prompt: natasha romanoff] 💜he's a smooth operator [prompt: none] 💜she's gonna bite someone [prompt: disguise] ◽untitled (working title: all of it goes) [prompt: cap quartet] ◽untitled (working title: do i gotta make more romanorogers?) [prompt: none]

Bucky | REJECTS! ◽and a whole lot of UST [prompt: helicarrier] ◽untitled (working title: are u new) [prompt: bucky barnes] ◽untitled (working title: head injury) [prompt: bucky barnes]

HYDRA (Pierce, Rumlow, Zola, et al. feat. others) | REJECTS! ◽and your very own unicorn [prompt: hydra] ⭐but i knew him [prompt: "but i knew him"] ◽gotta look out for your assigned alphabet soup guy [prompt: project insight] ◽i thought this was america [prompt: none] 💜like parking in a driveway [prompt: elevator] ◽the road to hell is paved with kicking your ass [prompt: none]

Nick (feat. the Barbershop Quartet) | REJECTS! ◽untitled (working title: and AARP!) [prompt: project insight]

Steve | REJECTS! ◽and almost dead is still slightly alive [prompt: steve rogers] 💜glory [prompt: steve rogers, character bleed] ◽it is a disney property [prompt: steve rogers] ◽knock knock mf (working title: this one might send me to hell) [prompt: memories] ◽untitled (working title: elevator) [prompt: elevator] ◽untitled (working title: good work ethic) [prompt: guilt] ⭐untitled (working title: trade off) [prompt: none]

Stucky | REJECTS! 💜alexa play who wants to live forever [prompt: to the end of the line] ◽all our mausoleums have eyes (alt panel) [prompt: none (bonus panel)] ⭐body language [prompt: reunion] ⭐he's a little confused but he's got the spirit [prompt: none] 💜how it makes you a weapon [prompt: none, memories] ⭐just your hand on my body again [prompt: devotion] ◽we call this a midwest goodbye [prompt: fave fight, helicarrier] ◽untitled (working title: terrorist) [prompt: fave fight]

#marvel mcu #catws10 #a softer world #a softer avenger #remix #catws10 rejects #jyn makes stuff

[findroleplay]

hi! 21+ rper searching for 18+ writer searching for the following rare / toxic ships. most of these ships are dead dove themed, so please be aware of this. bolded char is who i’d write:

yennefer of vengerberg x tissaia de vries (the witcher)

cirilla of cintra x emhyr (the witcher)

jj x aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

jj x emily prentiss

alicia clark x victor strand (fear the walking dead)

beth greene x daryl dixon (the walking dead)

tris prior x jeanine matthews (divergent)

katniss everdeen x alma coin (hunger games)

bella swan x aro volturi (twilight)

abigail hobbs x will graham (hannibal)

emma swan x regina mills (ouat)

hermione granger x severus snape hermione x lucius malfoy (harry potter)

sam winchester x chuck shurley (supernatural)

sam winchester x dean winchester

sabrina spellman x lucifer (chilling adventures of sabrina)

sabrina spellman x chuck shurley

female oc x albert shaw (the black phone)

clara oswald x 10/12/13th doctor (doctor who)

padme obidala x obi-wan kenobi (star wars)

harley quinn x batfleck (dc)

wanda maximoff x stephen strange (marvel)

kate bishop x clint barton

peter parker x quentin beck

natasha romanoff x bruce banner

carol danvers x yon-rogg

irene adler (megan fox fc) x sherlock holmes

female oc x john watson (bbc sherlock)

daenerys targaryen x jorah mormont (got)

sansa stark x brienne of tarth

daenerys targaryen x thranduil/or elrond (got x lotr crossover)

alison cameron/female oc x dr. house/dr. wilson (house md)

i have more but this is getting long lol. i don’t do doubles. i love smut but am looking for smut with plot and a bit of angst. i prefer to write bratty / power bottoms. i’m a novella writer (around 3-5 paras at a min.) and a slow replier, sometimes i get 3-5 replies a week, sometimes 1 or none for a few days, i'm looking for someone who is patient as i am very chill with reply pace.

will ask for a writing sample as well as i want to make sure i’m finding the right partners. pls like this and i’ll reach out ❤️

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[infernalodie]

𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵“

Inspo: Post Malone - Reputation

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Black!Male!reader

Requested: 🚨🦇

(I am so sorry this took long, love!)

Summary: You have a reputation that you wanted to wipe clean.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and character death.

Words 3358

Natasha still remembers the day that Fury had found your location after a year since your disappearance. You were settled in Dubai. The city that had been evacuated from the lack of water supply over the past couple of years. The city was a wasteland with only very few thousands still staying there.

But Fury had sent in agents to bring you in, hoping that after your mistakes when the Winter Soldier was causing problems, perhaps you might’ve been knocked free from the mind control. Which then raised the question as to why and how were you in Dubai? Not to mention; how the hell were you surviving in that heat when there was no water and no food? It was a wonderful place to never be seen again, but also one of the first places people are going to look.

Besides that, Natasha still remembers watching the camera feeds of the agents arriving at the Burj Khalifa with you sitting out front with AA-12 resting on your lap. Skin burning under the sun with your head bowed.

“Command, this is Agent Watannabe,” Agent Watanabe stated, getting out of the humvee. “I think we found him.”

You slowly raised your head, revealing the scarring across the left side of your face. From the Agent’s point of view, it was hard for them to tell if it was chemical burns or natural. But if they knew anything from your files, it must’ve been HYDRA’s doing.

Standing to your feet, you gripped the automatic shotgun tight in your grasp. “Captain Y/L/N.”

“He’s armed!” Another Agent called out, causing the rest of them to raise their weapons in defence. But despite this, you showed no emotion to deter your slow approach towards them.

“Hold your fire!” Watanabe called out, raising a hand. “Seize fire!”

Natasha could see that look in your eyes. The hollowness to it as you stared right into the camera- right at her. Piercing every corner of her soul. It was haunting, to say the least as you slowly turned your head to Watanabe.

“Sir, we are here to help get you home,” Watanabe stated, taking a shuffling step towards you. “But first, you need to lay down your firearm.”

“He’s not complying.”

“Give him a moment!” Watanabe hissed. “It has to be shell-shock or something. Captain, hand me your-”

Before the Agent could finish, his throat closed up as his eyes widened, blood filling the orbs as a sudden agonizing headache appeared. The others were experiencing the same thing as they stumbled, battling to stay on their own two feet. Some stumbled to the ground with screams falling from their lips before silence. But Natasha watched as you slowly stepped toward Watanabe, noticing your hand shaking by your side before you clenched it. Watanabe screamed before she heard a loud pop and blood covering the lens of the bodycam.

Her jaw sat slack as she heard the sound of scuffling before the camera shook. A dirty hand wiping the blood from the lense with your charred face being revealed. Those hollow eyes pierced her emerald green ones as your nose twitched. Ivory skin beading with sweat with your lips wobbling. Not of sorrow or any sympathetic emotion, only pure anger. An uncontrollable rage she knew only would destroy the strongest humans from the inside. You may be a legend, but not even legends could survive personal torture like that.

But something about the way your eyes held no light, no happiness, no emotion besides rage that made your next sentence send shivers down her spine. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Dubai.” And like that, you smashed the camera.

Since then, since the day she finally met you in person and convinced you to come with her, something had changed. Sure, your distance and hollowness were still very much there, but you showed a side to her she never expected. When others saw your deadpan and genuine anger at having someone talk to you, she saw your broken smile when the both of you were alone.

And that was no different when she could hear your screams in the middle of the night. She’d always scramble out of bed, walking right across the hall where your room was. Entering to find you with your knife, eyes frantic with rapid breaths falling from your lips. Your caramel-toned body dripping sweat as your chest rose and fell repeatedly. Her soothing voice and words would be enough to have you lowering your weapon and falling into her arms. Warm tears wetting her shirt as the both of you would sleep there on your bed, her arms softly wrapped around you.

Those were the times you allowed her in to see you for who you were. But outside of those nights, you were constantly drinking and smoking. Short-tempered and willing to lose it on anyone that tried to ruin your drunken state. Even if a Norse god suggested for you to go to bed and sleep.

“Mortal Y/n, maybe you should go to sleep.” When the blonde touched your shoulder, you grabbed the neck of the bottle and hit the god in the head with it. The action did nothing to the man, who stood there unbothered, sighing.

“How about you go fuck yourself, goldie locks.” You gruffly barked with a slight hiccup, reaching over the bar and grabbing another bottle of Whiskey. Grabbing your joint from the ashtray, you took a drag before placing it back down. Blowing the smoke into the open air as Tony, Steve, and Natasha entered the room.

They all quickly noticed the multitude of bottles scattered in front of you and the shattered pieces at Thor’s feet. The god shook his head, walking away as Steve approached you. “Y/n, maybe you should-”

Before he could finish, he blinked rapidly as his body was overcome with a cold shiver. He held his head as he leaned against the bar with a groan. You took a sip from the bottle, turning your head to the man with a sigh. “Leave me alone, Steve. I don’t want to put you through this table.”

Tony glanced at Natasha before he lowered his voice and ordered Jarvis. “Jarvis, ready security shutdown.”

“Already done, sir,” Jarvis replied.

“Y/n, please stop-”

“Where were you, Steve? Hm?” You interjected your friend, standing up from your stool. “Where were you when she was killed?”

“I was with her.”

“Did you try to save her?” You whispered as the super-soldier groaned, trying to stay on his feet. His head weighed a ton, dizzy and unbridled as the blood was rushing to his skull like a broken dam. Grabbing him by the collars of his shirt, you yelled, “Did you try to save her?!”

“Y/n!” Natasha yelled, earning your gaze. When you did meet her eyes, she may not have said it, but the look she gave you was a pleading one. Begging you to show some mercy despite whatever you and Steve were referring to. And because one half of your heart belonged to her and the other stuck in history, you couldn’t help but fall under her command.

Letting go of Steve with a shove and seizing your powers, you sat back down with a heavy glare directed into open space. Steve blinked harshly, trying to regain his bearings as Tony helped the man as he looked at Natasha. “Get your boyfriend to bed, now.”

She sighed, watching the pair walk past her as she proceeded towards you. Careful to not step off any alarms in your head that may result in her having to defend herself. “What are you doing, Y/n?”

Pursing your lips, you lifted the bottle. “Drinking, Nat.” Taking a sip of the drink you sighed. “What does it look like?”

“It looks like you need to sleep.”

“I don’t need to sleep,” you huffed. “I just need to forget or get out in the field.”

Natasha knew that there were only two places you were ever normal. On a mission or in your bed asleep with her by your side. Those were the two places Natasha had been able to see you smile and laugh. They were a rarity nowadays and almost nonexistent with how much your drunken, rageful behaviour substituted them out. And on a mission, you were focused on what you were doing. If it was against HYDRA, she saw you lose your cool sometimes. Primarily the one time you and the rest of the Avengers stormed a base and she found you put a bag over a soldier's head before smashing it in with the shield Steve had gotten made for you.

There was no doubt in her mind that the rage was connected to what they had done to you. Making you a hybrid super human that had been made to kill people for HYDRA. And when the both of you laid up at night, holding one another, you told her you were prideful of the things you and Steve did in the army. How revenge for Bucky’s disappearance didn’t make you go to the end of the earth to kill HYDRA soldiers. But now, it seemed like that had flipped on its head.

“You said you weren’t motivated by revenge,” Natasha pointed.

“I am motivated by my duty,” you replied.

“No.” She shook her head. “I think you are so blinded by rage that you can’t tell your friends from your enemies. I think it’s time you sleep.”

Your lips parted, eyes flickering up to the godly woman. She wouldn’t admit it, but some part of her was scared of you. Nat knew you wouldn’t hurt her if you allowed her in as much as you did, but the fire behind your eyes scared her. The possibilities of what you could do were practically endless, which was why she had talked to Tony about possibly “backup plans” for you.

Nose twitching as you grabbed the bottle and stood up beginning to walk away. But not leaving before you grabbed another stool and tossed it across the room. It hit a wall and destroyed the wooden furniture, causing Natasha to flinch.

“Who were you two talking about?” Was the first thing Natasha questioned Steve when she entered the kitchen.

The Super soldier glanced over his shoulder at the woman. “Did you get him in bed?” He deflected, as per usual when it came to questions surrounding you.

“Steve, answer the question, now.” She spat sternly as the man sighed, bracing his hands against the counter.

Inhaling deeply, Steve stood up and faced Natasha. “Ada, his wife.”

Natasha frowned, about to speak, but he continued. “He never told you about her because he very rarely brings her up anymore,” he answered. “They were married before he joined up with me. But she was there when I flew the plane into the water. She died and I didn’t.”

She’d never seen the records that you had been married to anyone. Only your lease with Bucky when you two lived in Brooklyn. But this was a curve ball she never expected. Except, it did explain quite a lot of your distance, besides the trauma you experienced from the war and what HYDRA did to you.

You were a puzzle that no matter how far she could get, she would never be able to fully uncover. She knew this, but she wanted you to help her understand most of who you were. Natasha never expected a lot from you when it came to your emotions. You were unstable at certain points, but you weren’t fully gone.

So, when she entered your quarters unannounced, she found you staring at a photo. The right corner of it burned with the rest folded and creased. But the image of her, Ada, was still intelligible.

“Is that Ada?” The mention of the woman had your body tensing, feeling the heavy gaze from Natasha burning through your body.

“I’m guessing Steve told you then, huh?” You murmured, never taking your eyes off the woman in the picture.

Natasha stepped further into your room, slowly approaching you. “He told me enough to know most of the story,” she said. “Y/n, I know what it feels like to-”

“Nat-” Your voice was sudden and abrupt as the rain outside the window stopped. The droplets floated in the air as your body shook. “-you are treading on some mighty thin ice right now. Drop it.” You ordered.

“I’m sorry about your wife Y/n, but I’ve lost people too.” She replied.

“You have no idea what loss is.” The windows began to tremble under the pressure of rain droplets suddenly pushing against the glass. You now faced her, eyes glaring daggers at her as she continued to stand her ground.

Stepping towards you, she said, “Everyone I have ever cared for, has either died or left me.” She stood face to face with you, eyes green, but still holding some type of flame to them. Able to put you out in a matter of seconds. “I have never loved anyone as I-” She shoved you back, sending your back into the windows. “-have loved you!”

You stared at her in shock as her eyes clouded up in tears. “I have lost people. I don’t know what it’s like to lose a boyfriend or girlfriend. But what I do know is I don’t want to be the victim of it if you kill yourself with the alcohol!”

There was a momentary silence where the two of you just stood there. You are in a state of shock and Natasha is in an emotional breakdown, having reached her breaking point with you. But you were still caught up in the fact that she just admitted she loved you. Someone as dangerous, but incredibly sweet as Natasha loved you.

“I love you.” Natasha’s eyes widened at the sound of your statement. “I’ve loved you since I met you, Nat. When you came barging into that abandoned penthouse, I knew then that I loved you.” A shaky breath fell from your lips. “But every time I look at you, I feel like I am staring right at her. You look so much like her and it’s hard for me.”

Right as you fell into tears, Natasha was holding you to her chest. Face stuffed in the centre of her chest as you fell to your knees. Arms wrapped around her waist as sobs fell from your lips. But through it all, Natasha was right there to hold you.

Stroking your head, she placed a kiss on your forehead. Cupping your cheek and stroking her thumb over your cheekbone. “No matter what, I’m not leaving you, okay?” You nodded, continuing to weep into her chest. “We have all the time in the world to make this work.

“Are the people evacuated?” You questioned, deflecting a blast from an Ultron bot and tossing your shield, decapitating the bot. Catching it again, you walked through the destroyed streets of Novi Grad. Buildings were dilapidated and the streets were choked up with cars and rubble.

“We have everyone!” Steve announced. “Are you almost at the trigger?”

“Arriving now.” You swiped a hand over your face from the dust that covered your caramel skin. Making your way towards the Doomsday Trigger, you spotted Wanda. “You got my back for a sec, kid?” You asked, grabbing a bot and crushing its head in your hand.

She gave a quick nod and continued to use her magic to destroy the Ultron bots. You crouched beside the Doomsday Trigger and began working at the mechanism closely.

There were a few minutes before you quickly realized the problem you were now faced with. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Wanda still standing guard. No sign of Ultron bots approaching. Only the engine is left to disengage and lower Sokovia.

Standing to your feet, you faced Wanda. “Steve, are you sure everyone is on the lifeboats?” You asked, eyes flickering to the witch who turned to you.

“They are, but how are you with the trigger?” He asked and you exhaled heavily.

“Jarvis, create a private channel.” There was a pause before you spoke again. “I can’t shut it down on a timer.” You told your friend.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked in a hushed down.

“I mean I can do it manually, but it’s not going to give us the result we want. There won’t be lowering this city safely,” you explained. “It’s going to fall and someone has to be on here to make sure that it keeps going until this trigger is destroyed.”

He knew what you were getting at, but he had waited so long to finally find you that it hurt knowing that he would lose you all over again. Steve worked for months to find you in Dubai and he’s still working to find Bucky. Two of his best friends were found but still lost.

A small laugh fell from your lips. “Don’t tell me not to do this, Steve,” you said. “You flew that plane into the water. I’m flying this rock into the ground.”

Again, a small pause of silence filled the air as Steve sighed. “It was a pleasure fighting by your side, Captain.” He said as you laughed.

“You too, Steven.”

Lowering your hand from your earpiece, you looked to the witch. “Get outta here, kid. I got the rest.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, stepping towards you.

Instead of answering her question, you smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Despite you getting inside my head and making me want to rip your heart out, I appreciate the sacrifice you made today.” You smiled, about to turn, but you stopped. “Also, look after them for me, all right? Now get out of here.”

The girl was speechless and was unsure of how to respond as you crouched down beside the trigger and began working at the wires carefully. But she felt a small smile pull at the corners of her lips before she started running in the direction of the lifeboats.

When you heard she got off the rock, you grabbed two wires and sighed. “Here goes nothing.” Pulling them together, you heard everything stop. And then, the rock began to fall. The rubble around you began to lift up into the air, along with your body. But you grabbed your shield and stabbed it into the ground, holding it with one arm and your hand holding the two electrical cords together.

“Patch me through to Natasha.”

“Understood, sir.” Friday connected you to the redhead who stopped in her tracks when hearing Friday announce that you were reaching out for her.

Pressing her finger to her earpiece, she sighed. “Y/n, where are you? I haven’t spotted you on the-” Natasha tried, but you cut her off.

“I ever tell you how much I love you?” You called over the howling wind. “I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever said it enough to show you how much I mean it.”

“Y/n, where are you?” Natasha asked again, but your silence was enough to answer her question. “Oh, God. Please, don’t.”

“I’m not going to die here without you knowing that I have loved you and I don’t regret a single moment in my life that led me to you,” you told her. “My life would’ve been hopeless without you, Natasha.”

Natasha was standing at the edge of the Hellicarrier, tears streaming down her cheeks as she let out a sob. “If only we had more time.”

You smiled faintly, eyes flickering behind you to the sight of the ground quickly approaching.

“You have all the time in the world.”

She watched as Novi Grad hit the ground, creating a loud boom to shoot through the air. Her eyes stared downward as she sobbed out your name over and over again. Pleading for some sort of saviour to have spared you such a death. But as the moments passed, she realized the loss they had taken.

The loss she had taken.

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[lishielish]

A Stark Absence - Chapter 23

Pairings: Tony Stark x OFC

A/N: Please see Masterpost for a note regarding this and upcoming chapters’ tags

It's been a long time, but like I said a couple days ago, I'm finally in a good enough place that I have the head space to hopefully do Tony and Ev justice. I'll still be slow to update, but I promise not to take two years ever again <3

Word Count: 3,049

Chapter 23 of ?

AO3

Runnin Down A Dream

Steve glanced over his shoulder at Natasha, “You sure this is it?”

“Same coords I always use,” she said, hurrying to his side in the cockpit.  “Why?

Tony wondered what else could possibly go wrong as he pushed himself up out of his seat, pocketing the flask he’d brought along.

“It’s gone,” Nat breathed.  “The report mentioned a fire but it didn’t say anything about…”

“What’s go-” Tony faltered, now seeing what the others could.

“The Hub.  That was the Hub,” Natasha’s voice was soft, her eyes wandering over the charred landscape before them.

“Good thing she wasn’t there,” Tony said brusquely.  “I’m suiting up.  Let’s get down there and get this over with.”

Steve and Natasha exchanged a look of concern.  Tony hadn’t taken the news well, they knew he wouldn’t.  Neither had they, if they were being honest with themselves.  But his refusal to accept Evelyn’s fate was only going to hurt him more the longer he denied it.  None of them wanted to find what they’d come looking for, but at the same time… Maybe it would make things easier if they did.  Maybe it would be easier on everyone if there was a chance for closure, a chance for grieving, for healing.

The trio walked silently from the Quinjet, towards what was left of the Hub.  It had been a large facility, evident by the remnants of the foundation that stood among the ash.  Tony berated himself for not sending his army of suits out to search for it the moment Evelyn mentioned it.  If he’d known it was this large…  It would have stood out.  One of the suits would have found it.  He could have intervened.  He could have found her.  He could have-

“I don’t know if there’s anything left here to find,” Steve said solemnly.

“Shut it, Rogers.  Jarvis, start scanning.  I want everything you can give me on this place.  Even better if there’s satellite footage from the days leading up to, to this.”

“Of course, sir.”

Natasha stood at the edge of the destruction, and scooped up a handful of ashes.  She gripped them in her fist, then let them scatter away through her fingers.  “This was the backbone of SHIELD.  All of our intel, all of our support, tech, it all came through here.”

“Never took you for the sentimental type,” Tony remarked, focused on the data streaming on his HUD.

She side-eyed Tony. 

He tried not to think about anyone else.  The number of people it would have required to be the backbone of SHIELD.  The number of people that would have been going through another day of work when Hydra struck.

“Mapping analysis complete.”

“Project it.”

Before their eyes, the Hub seemed to come back to life; grand and imposing.  Natasha stepped back as the green walls loomed before her.  Steve came to her side, and placed a hand on her shoulder.  Tony stayed where he was, unable to decide his next step.

“Area analysis complete.”

“And?” Tony asked, not wanting to hear the response.

“Most human remains are located at the back of the building, sir,” Jarvis said.

“And,” Tony pressed.  Say she’s not there, say she’s not there…

“Many have no remaining means of identification.  Those who do are at the bottom of the piles.  However, no trace of Ms. Abel can be identified from the remains at this time.”

Tony closed his eyes, raised his face to the sky, and let out a long-held breath.

They walked around the charred remnants of the Hub, a somber air hanging over them.  The piles Jarvis spoke of (and if Tony let himself recall, Romanoff had mentioned), were unceremonious pyres.  Bodies laid upon bodies laid upon bodies, contourted, burned, unrecognizable.  Steve put a hand over his mouth and nose; the smell of gasoline still lingered thickly in the air, and his stomach rolled at the sight.

“Monsters,” Natasha whispered.

Tony’s jaw clenched tightly.

Steve turned away, hands on his hips, eyes on the ground.  “What do we do?”

“Jarvis said she’s not here.  So we go home.  We find her.”

“Tony…”

“She’s not here, Romanoff,” Tony said firmly as his helmet retracted.  “That means she needs us.”

The demon’s breath was warm on Evelyn’s ear, her head dipped to the side, as she forced a smile at the departing group.  She nearly caught Fitz’s eyebrows pinch together and his eyes dart to her right hand, but missed it when a cough and groan left the man behind her.  She closed her eyes at Ward’s performance, fingers twitching to tap to her thumb.  His bruises might be real, but the cause of them wasn’t.

“Make sure Abel rests up.

“I’ll show her to the barracks right now.”

Her eyes flew open, looking between Coulson and Koenig.

“Good.  I think that hike from the bus must have taken more out of her than we thought.”

Evelyn had to bite her tongue.  She wanted to pipe up, to say that she was fine, better than she seemed, but he was right; she was exhausted.  But a decent, comfortable bed was all she really wanted.  To say it had been a long day would be an understatement.  Lying down and drifting off to sleep behind a locked door was all she could hope for.  

“Nap time, darling?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed hard as she rolled her head back side to side, trying to conceal her reactions.  This wasn’t the time or place for getting in a back and forth with the nightmare man.

“Evie,” Fitz said, his voice heavy with concern.  He met her eyes briefly before he looked at her bare fingers again.  “Where’s your-”

“Good idea,” she said, giving Coulson a weak smile.  She could feel her heart begin to pick up the pace at the thoughts racing through her mind, at the decision she was about to make.  She turned to Koenig.  “A rest is exactly what I need.”  A rest…  A dream…  Tony…

“Ready to join me, are you?”

She tried not to lean her head into the gleeful voice speaking into her ear, but Fitz caught her reflexive action easily.

“Sir, maybe Evelyn should come with us after all?  Simmons can monitor her injuries and-”

“Simmons already made sure she has enough of her meds to get by until we get back, and said she’ll be fine until then.  Abel’s staying.  What she needs now is time in one place to rest and heal.  She won’t get that out in the field with us.”

“But, sir-”

“Nice try, Fitz,” Ward interrupted.  “I’ll keep a close eye on her.  She’ll be fine.”

Looking somewhat placated, Fitz nodded.  He looked worryingly at Evelyn one last time, flashed a feeble smile, and waved before boarding the Quinjet.

“Right this way, Miss Abel,” Koenig said, holding his arm out to indicate which way they’d be going.

Evelyn nodded and fell in step beside him.

“Hold on.”  She froze at the sound of Ward’s voice.  “I’ll go with you.  Can’t keep an eye on you if I don’t know where you are.”  He met her eyes with a smile that made her blood run cold.

What was he planning for her?  Did he have a plan yet?  Had he ever had a plan?  Or would everything be set off when he found out Skye was able to hack the NSA satellites and see him and Garrett on the rooftop of the Fridge, working together to infiltrate the facility?

She returned his smile, but kept silent, leaning heavily into her exhaustion.  She continued down the hall, sandwiched between Koenig and Ward.  Doubtful voices quietly caught her ear, wishing the others luck and assurances that the tasks they were told to do would be finished before the team returned.  This was all wrong, she thought.  She shouldn’t be here for what would come next.  But Coulson was following his heart, and she couldn’t fault him for it; she was about to follow hers.

“This is the first hall,” Koenig said as he stopped before a hall lined with doors that seemed to stretch on.  “You can have your pick.  I keep all of the rooms ready at all times in case a situation like this should arise.  Never thought it would pay off.”

“Ok, I’ll-”

“You’ll take this one,” Ward ordered, opening the first door by his side.  “It’s my job to keep you safe.  That means I need to know where to find you.”

“Right,” Evelyn said with a stiff nod.  “I’ll take this one.”

“Alright,” Koenig said uncomfortably.  “Dinner’s at 6, we’ll see you then.”

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.  I really just need to get some sleep.”

“You need to eat, your body needs fuel to heal,” Ward said, his order laced with kindness.  “Don’t need Fitz worrying about you.  I’ll bring you a tray.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Evelyn said with a shrug.

“I’ll leave it outside the door if you’re asleep.”

Evelyn gave what she hoped was a friendly, sleepy smile.  “I appreciate it.  I’m gonna go lay down.”

“Sweet dreams,” Ward said, watching her reaction closely.

But Evelyn didn’t give him one.  She stepped in, closed the door gently behind her, then pressed her ear against it.  The voices on the other side were heavily muffled, but she was still able to tell when they began to move away.  She hastily turned the lock, then scanned the room for something to barricade the door with.  If she was going to get any kind of rest, she’d need peace of mind that Ward couldn’t just waltz in at any moment.

She secured the back of the chair from the desk under the doorknob, then eyed the medium sized dresser.  Normally, she wouldn’t stop to think twice about pushing it across the room.  But with her shoulder and her ribs, just the thought of raising her left arm enough made her wince.  The small sofa would have to do.  She managed to push it into place using mostly her right hip, and while she would have liked to do more, that would have to do.

The timing of upcoming events was unclear, but in the show, everything seemed to happen in quick succession.  Evelyn needed to rest not only for her health, but also because there was no telling when she’d have a chance to do so again.  She knew she needed to get her ring from the broom closet, she knew she needed restful sleep, but first, she wanted to see Tony again.  She wanted to feel the smallest connection with the only home she could remember.

The blue sky was thick with billowing clouds of smoke and dust as it continued to fill with Chitauri.  The grounds before her were full of clashing bodies and weapons.  The cacophony sounded familiar, almost comforting.  Evelyn ran, as she always did, across the battlefield that had been the Avengers Compound, her feet sure and steady beneath her as each step brought her closer, and closer, and closer…

Evelyn ran.  And ran.  And ran.  The battlefield never ended.  The space between her and Tony never narrowed.  Her legs began to ache.  Her chest began to feel tight, her breaths short.  She clutched at a stitch in her side, and pushed on, running, and running, and running.  She couldn’t do it.  She couldn’t run anymore.

Coming to a stop at last, she bent over, bracing her hands against her knees as she tried to catch her breath.  She hadn’t even reached the point where she would normally trip.  She straightened herself up, hoping to gauge how much further she had to go, but-

An unsteady gasp escaped before she sucked it back in.  She took everything in with wide eyes, trying to understand what, where… The glasses she was holding shook with her hands, liquid splashing over the sides.  She was standing at the foot of a set of porch steps, a flagstone pathway before her led to the white picket gate of the white picket fence.  Beyond the fence were gardens, so many gardens, clearly well cared for and each one was in full bloom.  

Following along the fenceline, to her right, was a small dirt driveway that met a stand alone garage.  Parked just outside the open garage was an older model car with its hood propped up, and a man stood there, bent over the engine.  His t-shirt clung to his damp skin in such a way that she could see his muscles flex beneath it as he worked.  Evelyn didn’t know what was happening, she didn’t know where she was, but she knew that back, that hair.

“Tony?” his name tumbled from her lips.

It was loud enough for him to hear, and set off a panic in his heart.  He carefully pulled himself up from under the hood, grabbed his rag and began wiping the grease off his hands as he eyed her shocked expression.

“Ev, honey, what’s wrong?”

The glasses fell from her hands, shattered glass scattering before her.

He dropped the rag, sprinting to her in a panic, closing the distance between them as quickly as he could.  He slowed a few paces away, taking in her wide eyes and the utterly lost expression on her face.  He finished his approach cautiously, eyes darting around her frozen form searching the yard, the gardens, the porch, trying to find what had her so out of sorts.

“Ev,” he said softly, “honey, is there someone in the house?”

Evelyn pried her eyes away from his and looked to her side.  Sure enough, there was a house behind her, a quaint cottage.  She returned her focus to him, more confused than before.

“Tony… where are we?”

“Home, sweetheart.  We’re home.”

He let his guard down, no longer concerned with the possibility of danger.  Now all his worry was for Evelyn.  The glass crunched beneath his footsteps as he neared.

“What?  I-”  She stopped short when he gently laid his warm hands on her shoulders.  An ache in her left one caused her to wince.

“Maybe we should go inside.  Is the heat getting to you?  We’ve been out here all day, Ev, let’s go in and get you cooled down.”

“Tony, I…”

He was here.  He was safe.  And his touch felt so real.  This.  This was all she’d wanted.

“Honey, what’s going on?” he asked, then pulled her in for a hug.

Pain shot through her shoulder, her ribs, front and back.  She didn’t even try to hold back the gasp that left her.

Tony reacted instantly, pulling away, worry etched across his features.  “What’d I do?  Are you hurt?  Did I hurt you?”

“No.  No, of course not,” she said, hating to worry him.  “I’m fine…”

“That didn’t sound ‘fine’ to me.  Turn around, let me see.”

Evelyn did as instructed, the skirt of her sundress twirling as she did so.  Dress?  She wondered what she’d worn in her other dreams.  Nightmares.  They’d been nightmares…

“What the hell?” Tony muttered.

“Hm?  What is it?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

He looked up from her shoulder to her face, horrified.

“That’s what I’m asking.  What the hell is this?” he asked, then gently ran his fingers over a spot on her shoulder.

She sucked in a breath, the pain searing.

“No,” he groaned.  “No, not again.  Things were going so well.”

“What?” she asked as he spun her around to face him.

He looked defeated.  Utterly defeated.

“Every damn time.  Can’t I just stay once?  Just once for a whole day?”

“Wait, Tony, what are you talking about?” she asked, reaching up, placing her right hand on the side of his face.

He leaned into it, savoring the sensation of her touch, her warmth, her comfort.

“We never get a full day together.  That’s all I want,” tears began to well in his eyes.  “Just one more day with you.”

“Tony, I have no idea what you mean, but my shoulder; that has nothing to do with anything here.”

“What do you-”

“I got shot.”

His eyes went wide, brows lowered.

“You what?”

“I mean, that is to say, I tried not to, but…”

Tony couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his perfect dream world shattering around him.

“You.  Evelyn, that’s not possible.  You’ve been here with me all day.  I would have noticed if you’d been shot,” he said, while trying to work out what was happening.  The dreams, they never ended like this.

“Not today, a few days ago.  At the Hub.”

It was Tony’s turn to be frozen with shock.

“The,” he swallowed the lump forming in his throat.  “The Hub?”

“Yeah, I-I’m sorry, I-”

He cradled her face in his hands, searching her eyes with his.

“Don’t be sorry.”  Tears began to fall.  “Don’t you ever be sorry, sweetheart.  Not for that.  Not for what happened there.  Not…” he trailed off, trying to maintain his composure, to soak in every moment with her before he would wake up from this dream.

“Tony, are you ok?”

He nodded, a sad smile on his lips.

“In the real world, Tony.  Are you ok when you’re awake?”

“When I…”

“Are you eating?  Are you sleeping?  Are you,” Evelyn felt her throat begin to tighten.  “Are you ok?”

His thoughts were spinning.  What kind of trick was his mind trying to play on him?

Evelyn whipped her head out of his light hold, scrutinizing the house beside them.

“Ev?”

“You hear that?”

A light knocking sound.

“You get a lot of visitors around here?” she asked.

“None,” he said, joining her in trying to zero in on the sound as it became louder.

More of a bang than a knock.

“Who could be-”

“Ward,” Evelyn breathed.

“Who?” Tony asked, then saw her panic stricken face.  “Ev?”

“I gotta go,” she said quickly, searching around them for an exit.

“Wait, no, I’m not ready,” he said, and grasped her hand in his.

“I gotta go, Tony!  My life depends on it.”

“Your-”

“If I don’t wake up right now-”

“Ev.”

The banging grew louder.

“Tony, please,” she gave his hand a squeeze, “find me.”

He felt his stomach drop.

She leaned in, going for a kiss before she had to wake up.

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