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ninazadzia · 5 months

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"As she faced me, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I had to say it. I had to say what I’d been thinking for the better part of ten years, since the moment I’d met her.”

In another universe, in a dive bar in Lithuania, Bucky is there for Yelena after the Snap.

Bucklena AU. Set in the same universe as this side of paradise, on Earth-2000 (aka the OG Bucky/Yelena universe). E for smut.

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yourenotdonefighting · 10 months

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Yes, I'm aware that I'm supposed to be finishing the last two chapters of my current Romanogers WIP. But then I started writing this because I just can't help myself, and I couldn't stop, so here we are.

The first thing Natasha saw when the world came back into focus, was a large figure in navy blue covered in blood and soot limping in their direction. “Steve,” she breathed his name and took a step in his direction, then another and another. She didn’t realize she was running, didn’t stop, until she collided hard against his solid chest and felt his arms wind around her. She hugged him back. She held on. And then Natasha saw red. She loosened her grip, reared back and clocked him square in the jaw.

#romanogers #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #Sam Wilson #captain america #black widow #post-Captain America: Civil War #Pre-Avengers: Infinity War #Romanogers fanfic #on the run #totally and completely in love #i can't help myself #ao3 #ao3fic #steve and natasha #steve x natasha #natasha x steve #marvel mcu

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finnicks · 1 year

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( fic ) crawl out my body into yours

crawl out my body into yours

mcu; natasha/steve | mature; 12.6k words

When Steve returns the Soul Stone to Vormir, he pays the highest price to bring Natasha back.

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Or: Steve and Natasha are soulbonded and Natasha discovers the real reason why Steve’s deal worked.

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japrilsanatomy · 1 year

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Hey, so I’ve had this story in my drafts for a while now. I’ve never actually written fanfiction before, so this might be absolutely terrible, but sometimes you’ve just gotta get it out, you know?

Anyways, this story takes place at the end of Black Widow (2020). It dictates how Natasha reunited with her former teammates and how everyone got to the positions they were in in Infinity War. Romanogers, too, of course. Let me know if I should keep writing. Reviews are appreciated!😊

How We Stay Together

After the events of Black Widow, Natasha is on her own again. But what happens when she comes across a familiar face while breaking Team Cap out of prison? Can she earn their trust back?

Chapter One: Everything Has Changed

Nat approached the stolen quinjet, her freshly died platinum bob mussing a bit in the light summer breeze as she said her farewells to Mason. “Where are you gonna go?”

Nat had been pondering that question for a few days herself. She knew she was still a fugitive and she had to law low for a while after all of the uproar the events two weeks ago sparked. “It’s funny, my whole life I didn’t think I had any family. Turns out, I’ve got two.” Over the past month or so, Nat had felt a sort of emptiness. She didn’t realize how much the Avengers really meant to her until she didn’t have them anymore. “One of them’s a bit of a mess right now, I’m gonna go break a few of them out of prison, see if I can’t help patch things up.” She gave a last glance to her friend before turning and walking away.

A few hours later, Nat sat thoughtfully in the pilot seat, feet propped up next to the controls. Now that she was thinking about it, she was quite nervous to see her former team members again. After all, she chose a different side when it came to the whole accords situation and fought them in Leipzig. She wasn’t sure if they’d accept her again. Wanda, Clint, Sam, they were some of her closest friends, but she didn’t know if they’d forgiven her yet, or if they ever would.

But if she was being honest, the person she was most worried to see again was Steve. The two of them had grown close after working together as SHIELD operatives for two years, and then proceeding to take down HYDRA and the Winter Soldier largely on their own. He taught her how to trust and open up to people, and now he meant more to her than probably anyone on Earth. She didn’t know what she would do if he rejected her. It hurt to choose Tony’s side over Steve’s when it came to the accords, as she of all people knew how corrupt a government could be, but she made the best choice she could to keep her family together. Of course, that wasn’t the outcome, and now she’d maybe lost the few people she’d ever called friends. Of course, she’d ultimately let Steve and Bucky go in the end, but would it be enough to make him forgive her?

Not long after, Nat could see the faint outline of the raft prison. “Good God”, she said to herself. “This is a bit overkill, don’t you think, Ross?” It just occurred to her that she didn’t really have a plan. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought.

Nat circled the perimeter and concluded that there weren’t any guards in the area. She touched down as quietly as she could near the edge of the building. She was thankful for the cloak offered by the dark night sky as she made her way to the nearest window. On her way she saw another quinjet a few hundred feet away. Someone’s already here… she thought.

Of course the window was locked. Why wouldn’t it be? Natasha kicked the glass hard with her boot a few times, and once the glass was cleared away she slowly squeezed her way through the small opening. She landed on her feet at the end of a dimly lit hallway, and she could see what she assumed was the main control room at the opposite end. Perfect.

She cautiously made her way towards the center of the floor, glancing down each branching hallway and sneaking past a few guards before they could see her. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw her former leader and friend hunched over what appeared to be the surveillance system, surrounded by unconscious men who must have been on duty when he arrived.

#natasha romanoff #romanogers #stevenat #romanogers fanfic #marvel cinematic universe #black widow #captain america civil war #captain america #steve rogers #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #clint barton #scott lang #bucky barnes

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romanoff-babe · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Minor Other Characters - Freeform, like bruce has one mention, also aou doesn't exist in my eyes, sorry joss i can't read suddenly i don't know, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First Dates, Alternate Universe - Canon, Canon Compliant, ish, i mean its canon compliant until the start of endgame, One Shot, may add more - Freeform, series of related oneshots potentially, romanogers - Freeform, romanogers fluffathon Summary:

They were staring now. And in a flash of déjà vu, Natasha found herself thinking back to a time when they were both staring at each other whilst running around in a stolen car, driving away from everything she had ever known. She had asked him then. Who do you want me to be? She had asked him. Had offered him something else. She knew he knew what she had meant. Tony would make quick jabs here and there over the ’90-year-old virgin’ thing but she knew him better than that. He wasn’t naiive and he knew exactly what Natasha had meant. And he had answered friend. She didn’t know much about that; besides Clint, Natasha had never really done the friend thing before. But Natasha had tried. God, she had really tried. From setting him up on dates to taking on herself the task of introducing him to the modern age (starting with the Titanic, naturally. A real ice-breaker). She’d like to think that she had done a good job at it. At being his friend.

Friends don’t look at each other like that though. ***

"A Little Bit of a Lot" , alternatively known as "Steve and Natasha date after Infinity War and you cannot change my mind about it".

#officially one year since I wrote this #maybe I should release the other chaptors hahah #romanogers #natasha x steve #stevenat #romanogers fluff #romanogers angst #kind both tbh #romanogers fanfic #ok i really should release the other chaptors #ignore that its a year late

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skyfallslayer · 1 year

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A Stitch In Time - Masterlist

Main Masterlist

° Summary: A Time Heist mission goes wrong, and some of the Avengers end up in the 1950s. Desperately clinging to their lives, they wind up in a place subconsciously. And unfortunately for Steve, and especially to Bucky, they find themselves face to face with someone they wish not to see.

° Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader; Steve Rogers x Teen!Reader.

° Rating: Teen (May Go Up)

° Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter.

° Word Count: 4,569

° Start Date: 7/20/23

° End Date: N/A

° A/N: I'm actually really excited for this one! I'm still editing out some of the kinks and I'll try to release the first chapter soon (and how many more will follow). I'll see you then!

-INDEX-

°Prologue: Memories Be Dammed Worried about how his mission my go, Bucky visits a 'touchy' place, and recalls the short life he had with you.

°Chapter 1: Salt In The Wound (Coming Soon) Dazed and confused, Steve drags an injured Bucky to a safe location, unaware subconsciously that this safe haven belonged to someone they once knew

°Chapter 2 (Coming Soon)

-Taglist Is Open-

@navs-bhat @liarasstuff @justmewoo @thed1v1n3

@luckyzipperscissorsbat @like-a-domino @kissesofdeadforme @superduckmilkshake @xxannyxx @delicatepersondinossaur @bisexuawolfsalt @thelaceygarden @kandis-mom

@redwolf1123 @claxre-bear @lillygwenstacy @whynobodylikeyellow @lovebugspots @searchn0tfound @feifei202

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ladyantiheroine · 5 months

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You Taste Like Stars

Summary: Natasha sneaks Steve off during a New Years Eve party at Avengers Tower.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Requested by @exhausted-electron

Tags: Pegging, femdom, cunnilingus, lingerie, oral sex (fem receiving), Steve being a himbo.

Author's Note: I'm not actually a big Marvel fan, I wrote this for a friend. If I get some stuff wrong, please don't be mean to me, Marvel fans.

————————————————————————— Natasha had been eyeing the clock on the wall for what felt like hours. She wasn’t sure how long one had to stay at a party before it was no longer considered rude to lead. The tall champagne glass in her hand was down to a few drops and in the time it took her to finish it, she hadn’t gotten less bored.

From the windows atop Avengers Tower, she could get a beautiful view of the city below. Billions of glittering, golden lights that made you feel like a god looking down on the heavens. No doubt the kind of feeling that a guy like Tony was going for.

Tony was hosting the event, a New Year's Eve charity gala featuring the city’s elite at the very top floor of the former Stark Tower. He’d invited the whole crew over and Natasha felt obligated to go, even though hanging out with a bunch of rich assholes wasn’t her idea of a fun evening.

Hence, she found herself on a Saturday, standing on the edges of a party of formerly dressed socialites laughing over overpriced booze. She turned her back to the main room and stared out into the cityscape. Her reflection in the window stared back at her. Her red hair was neatly curled at her shoulder, and a new dress for the event. Long black velvet, off-shoulder with a slit up the skirt, and pearl necklace and earring to top it off.

Empty glass in hand, she turned and her gaze trailed across the room. Tony was in the center of the room, life of the party as always, spreading his arms wide as he explained to some investors about some of Stark’s newest projects. His audience of rich pricks stood in rapt attention.

As for the others…Thor was pounding back drinks at the refreshments table while the server licked her eyes up and down his body. Bruce was already drunk and stumbling around and Clint was holding him up. Nick Fury was in the corner, speaking to three men in black suits who were clearly uninterested in champagne or chatting or watching Tony listen to the sound of his own voice.

And then, there was Steve.

Steve was standing with an unzipped glass of champagne in hand in front of two women who were clearly chatting him up. At least, clearly to Natasha. The two women stood close to Steve, asking him questions and touching him in small ways that were just subtle enough to be socially proper but communicated something flirtatious. They were smiling and giggling at Steve’s lackluster jokes.

Steve, of course, was oblivious. As far as his words and body language suggested, these two girls were just very friendly and very interested in his new tux. Natasha had been watching him on and off all evening. A part of her was amused by it. Poor Captain had no idea those girls were flirting with him because he was too sweet to think that such nice girls could have ulterior motives. But there was another part of her, one that curled darkly in her stomach, that she couldn’t quite explain or suppress with alcohol.

Finally, the two girls got tired of Steve’s unresponsiveness to their flirting tactics and they turned their attention to the circle surrounding Tony. Steve was left alone, looking slightly confused. Then, he turned and saw Natasha staring at him.

Natasha’s breath hitched and she averted her gaze. Steve sauntered over to him, a friendly smile on his handsome face.

“Never pegged you as the wallflower type, Miss Romanoff,” he said.

Natasha smirked and rolled her eyes.

“Not much else to do while Tony commands the room,” she said.

“Yeah, the guy’s not a sharer, is he?”

Steve stood by Natasha and crossed his arms as he watched Tony dazzle the crowd with more drivel about tech and numbers. Natasha pretended to watch but flicked her eyes over to Steve. She had to admit, he cleaned up nice. His blonde hair was neatly combed back and he was dressed in an impeccable black tuxedo.

“Think someone should remind Tony this is a charity benefit?” Steve asked. “And therefore, not everything is about him?”

“Sure,” Natasha said. “And then we can explain calculus to a fifth-grader.”

Steve chuckled, a pleasantly deep sound in his throat.

“He’s the only one of his us having any fun,” Natasha continued. “Well, except you at least.” She paused for a second before that feeling curled in her stomach again. “I saw those two girls talking to you.”

“Nancy and Barbara?” Steve said. “Oh yeah, they’re super nice. Nancy’s dad is one of Stark’s investors and Barbara is a sorority friend of hers.” Steve pulled at his sleeves. “They kept asking me about my new suit and where I bought it. They must be fashionistas or something because they kept touching my blazer. Tony got me this for tonight, so I told them I had no idea who the designer was.”

Oh, sweetheart, Natasha thought.

“Did they ask anything else from you?” she asked. “Like for your phone number?”

Steve gave Natasha a funny look.

“Why would they need my number?” he asked. He chuckled. “I mean, I’m not sure what a sorority house would want from me.”

Natasha stared at Steve for a full minute. Steve Rogers was never the…brightest member of the team. Maybe he was always like this, maybe it was that experiment back in the forties that took a few of his brain cells. Regardless, Natasha looked at that man in his puppy-dog blue eyes and was suddenly hit with the urge to kiss him.

“Nat?” he said. “You okay?”

Natasha realized she was staring and shook her head.

“Sorry,” she said. “Champagne.”

“I can take the glass for you,” Steve said. “I don’t like drinking much. Makes me feel dizzy.”

Natasha let Steve take the tall glass from her hand and take it to the refreshments table. The server took the glasses from him. Thor saw Steve’s untouched glass, plucked it from the server’s glass, and slammed the whole thing back.

Natasha watched Steve the whole time. Her face was hot and her lips still buzzed since that image of kissing him crossed her mind. Her eyes lingered on him as he stood with his back to her. Those broad shoulders fitted under the black coat, those muscle round under the sleeves, those pants fitting very well over his nicely shaped ass.

She always knew that Steve Rogers was attractive. Anyone with a working vision could see that. The man was a blonde, All-American Ken doll with the strength of a G.I. Joe. He was all sparkling white smiles and kind blue eyes and sweet as apple pie. To someone used to being cold and hardened like Natasha, he was like a warm sunbeam on a winter day.

And she felt hot just looking at him.

Steve returned to Natasha and as soon as he was standing close to her Natasha’s lips began to buzz again. She kept staring at his mouth while Steve, oblivious, kept talking.

“That poor waitress,” Steve said. “Thor is giving her hell over there. I guess that don’t have champagne in Asgard.” He chuckled. “Maybe he’s trying to see how much he can take until the bell drops.”

The bell drop. Natasha had completely forgotten about that. When the clock struck midnight, couples all over the world would be locking lips to welcome in the new year. The image in her head did nothing.

“Alright, everyone!” Tony called. “One minute until midnight, get your glasses ready!”

Everyone in the room moved to the wall with a giant gold clock on the wall. Even Thor paused his chugging to follow everyone. Bruce, Clint, and even Nick all joined the crowd for the New Year's countdown.

Steve took Natasha's arm and urged her towards the clock.

“C’mon, Nat!” he said. “Midnight time.”

Natasha followed Steve and the two of them stood at the back of the crowd. The bronze hands of the clock ticked towards midnight. The servers popped more bottles of champagne the the room filled with foamy fizz.

Ten seconds. The crowd began to count.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

Natasha flicked her eyes over to Steve. His smile was beaming and he chanted with the rest of the crowd.

“Seven! Six! Five!”

Her face flushed red and she bit down on her lips. She couldn’t. They were teammates. This could fuck up their friendship. This could be a point of no return.

“Four! Three! Two!”

But it was her only chance, and she was so done resiting.

“ONE!”

A burst of sound filled the world. The crowd cheered, more bottles popped, fireworks illuminated the sky outside the windows. And Natasha took Steve’s face in her hand and pulled his mouth to hers.

Steve made a startled, muffled sound as Natasha suddenly pressed her lips to his. His heart ricochet in his ribcage. Natasha’s mouth still tasted like champagne, cold and sparkling like a mouthful of stars. His eyes fluttered shut and he sunk into the kiss.

Time seemed to melt away into golden candle wax. The cheers, the fireworks, the popping bottle, and the sizzling champagne pour turned to a distant buzz. When their lips came apart, Steven and Natasha stared at each other. Steve was hot in the face and breathless. Natasha felt electric and her heart raced in her chest.

“Nat…” Steve said. “I…”

Natasha couldn’t stand it anymore. Fuck it.

She grabbed Steve by his tie and dragged him away from the crowd of attendees. There was a door in the far corner that led to a staff closet. Natasha pulled Steve inside and shut the door before anyone could see them.

“Natasha,” Steve said. “What’re you—”

Natasha shut him up by pressing her lips to his again. Steve immediately melted into her touch and let her push him up against the opposite wall. Her leg slipped through the slit in her dress and pinned between his legs on the door. Some valve had opened inside her and now every intimate thought Natasha ever had about Steve came out through her hands and mouth. Her hands groped him all over, tracing his muscular body under the fabric of his suit.

Natasha kissed Steve from his mouth down his jaw and along his muscular neck. Steve tipped his head back and released a shuddered sigh.

“Fuck…” he sighed. “Nat, please…”

His voice sent a hot flash through Natasha and the blood in her body surged. While she planted pink lipstick stains on his neck and face, she pulled his tie from his neck and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Nat…” Steve breathed. “What if they hear us?”

Natasha pressed a hand to Steve’s mouth. She leaned close to him and whispered between the spaces between her fingers.

“Then we better keep quiet,” she said.

Steve looked at her with those big blue eyes and didn’t resist as she moved her hand from his mouth to his head, grabbing a handful of that golden hair. Steve winced in pain as Natasha pulled him backward with her. She moved her back against the closet door, thumping against the wood in a way that no doubt anyone on the other side could hear.

Maybe Natasha didn’t want to stay quiet.

Maybe she wanted to hear everyone in Stark Tower fuck their precious captain’s skull in.

“On your knees,” Natasha said, her voice a breathless wisp.

Steve, ever the obedient soldier, dropped down to the floor. Natasha lifted the black velvet of her skirt and bunched it at her waist, while Steve pulled her underwear down her long, muscular legs. He let out a luscious sigh.

“God…” he said, drooling at the sight of her naked pussy. “You’re so incredible…”

Natasha threaded her fingers through Steve’s hair, tightening her grip.

“Don’t tell me,” she said. She moved his face between her thighs. “Show me.”

Steve kissed up Natasha’s inner thigh, making her shiver and her hair stand on end. Natasha moaned and tipped her head back against the door. Her eyes fluttered shut as Steve slipped his tongue between her folds.

“Fuck…” Natasha sighed. She gripped both hands in Steve’s hair. “Right there, baby…just like that…”

Steve smoothed his hands up her legs to grip the side of her thighs. She tasted divine, hot, and dripping wet down his throat. Steve had imagined Natasha fucking him so many times he lost count, but he never thought it would actually happen. They were teammates. There was too much at stake. But at that moment all he wanted to do was lick every drop of her.

Natasha jerked her hips and pulled Steve’s head harder against her. Her thighs spread to make room for his head and she moaned as he swirled his tongue right over her clit. She wasn’t sure how experienced Steve was, but his tongue was long and velvety and knew right where to taste her.

Steve grunted deep his his throat. He gripped his white-knuckled hands against her thighs as she fucked his face. He didn’t want anyone to hear them, to catch them, but the sound of Natasha’s pleasurable moans was music to his ears.

“Steve…” Natasha’s voice pitched. Her nails dug into his head. “Fuck…”

She was getting close. Steve could feel it in the way her thighs tightened around his head, the desperate tone of her voice, the exquisite pain her hands nailed in his head. He growled and began eating her like a starving man. He licked and sucked and didn’t let a single drop of her go to waste. Natasha arched her back against the door and tipped her face up to the ceiling.

“Steve,” she moaned. “Fuck…right there…just like that…keep going…”

Natasha’s body was shiny with sweat, a bead of perspiration dripping down the front of her dress. She was hot and glowing and didn’t care if the party could hear them because all she could think of was cumming on Steve Rogers’s tongue.

When she came, it was like a glass bottle shattered against a wall. She bucked her hips into his mouth, fucking his wide mouth until every hot drop was trickling down Steve’s throat. Her breaths came out in heavy pants and Steve grunted and moaned into her pussy.

Slowly, oh-so-slowly, Natasha’s body simmered to a stop. She was sweaty and warm and she pressed against the door to stay standing. She dropped her head down to Steve, who was looking up at her with the big blue eyes and his lips dripping with her cum.

Steve spoke first.

“Did…” he said. “Did that feel good?”

Natasha’s heart swelled in her chest and wanted to push him against the wall again and smother him in kisses. Instead, she put a hand on his cheek. Steve nuzzled into her touch like a puppy.

“Yeah,” she said. “You’re good at that, Rogers.”

A small smile bloomed on Steve’s face. Just then, someone knocked on the closet door and Natasha jumped at the sound.

“Steve? Nat?” Tony called from the other side of the door. “Everyone’s leaving. You two in there?”

Natasha and Steve looked at each other. Neither of them knew if they wanted the rest of the team to know about this, whatever this meant.

“Yeah,” Natasha said. “Steve’s feeling sick. Must have eaten something.”

“Yeah, I’m really sick,” Steve called.

Natasha gave him a look that said “Hush.”

“I’m helping him, don’t worry,” she said.

That must have satisfied Tony because his footsteps disappeared from the door. Natasha turned her gaze back down to Steve. He was still flustered and cum-wet, but her eyes focused on the bulge at the front of his pants. Outside the door, everyone was making their way towards the elevators to leave. Natasha didn’t have time to deal with Steve here.

So, she’d have to take him somewhere else.

“Meet me at the compound in an hour,” she said. “I’ll return the favor. Okay?”

Steve’s brain was soup. All he could do was look at Natasha in her beautiful face and say, “Yes, ma’am.”

Before Steve could ask any further questions, Natasha straightened her dress and hair, then disappeared out the closet door, leaving him alone with a humiliating boner and a face as red as apples.

Steve mets Natasha exactly where she told him. He arrived at the Avengers Compound an hour later. It was long past midnight but Steve was too restless to be tired. He’d been fighting the aching erection in his pants the whole ride over and the memory of Nastaha touching him did nothing to help.

Natasha was not the kind of woman to waste time. On the front door of the compound was a note written in Natasha’s scrawl: SECOND FLOOR. MASTER BEDROOM.

Steve made his way upstairs. When he reached the bedroom, he rapped his knuckles on the door.

“Natasha?” he said.

“It’s unlocked.”

Steve opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, only a single golden light from the lamp on the end table. But the light was just enough to catch the outline of Nastaha seated on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. Her dress was gone, replaced with black lingerie complete with thigh-highs and garters.

Steve had often been called a “golden retriever” as a joke. But he was moments from collapsing to his hands and knees and barking like a dog.

Natasha's eyes assessed him up and down.

“I can’t fuck you with that suit on,” she said.

Steve composed himself long enough to respond.

“You did back at Stark Tower,” he said.

Natasha smirked and twirled her finger at him.

“Strip for me, soldier,” she said.

Steve’s face burned bright red and he wondered if Natasha could see his blush. He reached his hand up to his throat and slowly pulled his tie off. Then, he stripped his coat off his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt, letting everything fall to the carpet at his feet.

Natasha watched him as he undressed. Captain American, a pinnacle of strength and power, was completely at her mercy. The power sent a rush through her like she could start glowing in the dark. She licked and bit her bottom lip as Steve stepped out of his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and let his trousers fall to his ankles.

Steve stood before her in the dim, golden light, completely naked down to his boxers. He looked like a statue come to life, the kind of striking beauty that was almost hard to believe in a human.

But Steve Rogers was very human. And therefore, he was entirely breakable.

Natasha rose from the bed and approached her. Steve stood still before her, watching her with an anticipating look in his eyes. He could practically feel her gaze on him, as physical as a wet tongue licking along his body.

Natasha placed her hands on Steve’s shoulders. She smoothed them up to his neck and then pulled him down into a kiss. Steve surrendered to her touch, moaning as she bit hard on his lip and caressed her hands along his body. His cock was aching in his boxers and he whimpered when Natasha brushed her hands against his boxers.

Steve froze as Natasha circled around him, trailing a hand along him, looking at him like she were a dealer appraising a work of art. She stood behind him and placed her chin on his shoulder.

“What’s this?” she whispered in his ear.

Steve gasped as Natasha's hand slithered down the front of his body and curled her fingers down his bulge. His body went stiff as a board and all of a sudden he couldn’t feel anything except Natasha’s hand on his bulge. She teased and played with his cock through the thin grey fabric on his boxers.

“I…urg…ahhh…” Steve couldn’t speak. Natasha pressed her body against his back and he thought he could cum from that alone.

“I did leave you hanging, didn’t I?” Natasha whispered, her sultry voice made the hair on the back of Steve’s neck stand. “I should fix it, shouldn’t I? After all…”

She moved her hand down under the seam of his underwear and Steve whimpered when he felt her fingers wrap around his cock.

“…this is mine, isn’t it?” she whispered in his ear.

Steve gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Yes,” he said. “It’s yours.”

“What are you willing to do to get it?”

Steve was trembling. He worried his legs would buckle and he would collapse to the floor in a puddle of cum.

“Anything,” he whimpered. “Please…Nat…I need it so bad…I need you so bad…”

His words were enticing. Natasha watched him whimper and tremble as she stroked him slowly, agonizingly slow. She had an idea of what to do with him. Something she wanted to do with him ever since the first time she ever watched him bend over to pick something up. The first time she got a look at that muscular back of his.

But first, she needed him needy and desperate. She began stroking him a little faster, and his whimpers turned to little cries. Without an audience behind a door, Steve’s inhibitions melted away.

“You’ll let me do anything to you?” she said, so softly in his ear. “Anything to get you off?”

“Yes,” Steve moaned. “Yes, anything you want.”

“Would you let me ride you on this bed?”

“Yes.”

“Would you let me handcuff you to a chair and suck you off?”

“Yes.”

“Would you let me just stroke you here and make you lick the mess off the floor?”

“Yes.”

Steve’s hips were twitching into her hand. Any second now, he was going to cum between her fingers. Natasha decided to go for the kill.

“Would you let me fuck you from behind?” she asked.

Steve paused before answering. Either because he wasn’t sure or because he was too close to an orgasm to muster any words.

“Will you?” Natasha asked again, colder this time. She pulled her hand out from Steve’s boxers and he whimpered in agony.

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, you can do whatever you want to me, use me, make your plaything, I don’t care just please Natasha….”

Steve was hard to the point of pain. The poor man was even tearing up a little. It was time to put him out of his misery. She brought her lips right to his ear.

“Then bend over for me,” she whispered.

She pressed a hand between Steve’s shoulder blade and bent him over the edge of the bed. Steve’s face hit the mattress and he moaned as Natasha smacked him on the ass.

“Lay still,” she said.

Natasha sauntered to the end table. She brought the supplies with her just in case. Inside the drawer, she pulled out a black leather harness with silver buckles and a thick blue dildo attached.

Steve turned his head in the bed to face Natasha. He watched her step into the harness and adjust the girthy cock at her crotch.

“Do you know what this is?” Natasha asked.

Steve stared at it for a moment and then shook his head.

“This goes inside you from behind,” Natasha explained, running a fingernail down her considerable length. “I’ll lube it up so it can slide in easily.”

“Does it hurt?”

Natasha shook her head.

“No,” she said. “Not if you use it right. The lube will help. Besides, you’ve endured worse.”

To Natasha’s surprise, Steve seemed disappointed. She snickered and walked closer to the bed. She grabbed his chin and made him look up at her.

“Or I can fuck you so hard that you squeal like a pig,” she said.

Steve looked at her with those shimmery blue eyes and nodded. With that affirmation, Natasha grabbed the bottle of lube and began lathering the dildo. Steve watched, drooling at the corner of his mouth while Natasha’s fingers slicked the cock wet.

Natasha walked behind Steve and grabbed the hem of the boxers. She dropped the whole thing to his ankles and then pumped some lube onto her hands. She ran her non-sticky hand down Steve’s back.

“Spread your legs,” she said. “Relax for him.”

Steve did as she said. He spread his legs apart, perking his rear up. Natasha slid a moist finger inside and Steve shuddered.

“Does that hurt?” Natasha asked.

It did, a little. But Steve loved it and he didn’t want Natasha to stop. He never thought pain could feel so good when it came from the right person.

“No,” he said. “Keep going.”

Natasha nodded and slid a second finger inside. She used her free hand to stroke Steve’s back.

“Open up for me, baby,” she said. “I can’t get it in if you don’t open up.”

Steve pressed his red face into the mattress. Once Natasha got him nice and open, she readied her shiny cock at his hole.

“Hold still for me,” she said. She pressed a hand down on his lower back. Her voice softened. “Trust me, Steve. This’ll feel good.”

With that, Natasha shoved herself inside Steve and immediately began swerving her hips. Steve let out a croak of pain and melted onto the bed.

“Nat…” he whimpered. “…fuck…”

The mattress springs sang beneath them as Natasha fucked him into the mattress. Natasha watched Steve whimper and writhe, his muscular back twisting and contorting, pushing his rear harder onto her cock.

“That’s it, Rogers,” Natasha purred. She smoothed her hand up his back before grabbing his hair. “Take all of it for me.”

Steve arched his back and moaned. Natasha started viciously pounding into his ass, thrusting her hips until Steve started crying out. His head filled with exquisite pain as he pulled him back by his hair.

“Natasha please,” he blubbered.

“Shut it,” Natasha hissed. She clasped a hand on his mouth and ducked him harder. “You don’t talk until I make you cum first.”

Steve whimpered against her hand. His tortured cock was burning red and he could feel Natasha fucking an orgasm into him.

“Look at you,” Natasha purred in his ear. “The sluttiest soldier in the U.S. army.”

Those words pushed him over the edge. Steve cried out and Natasha shushed him by shoving his face into the duvet. She fucked him harder and harder, Steve’s hips humping into the bed, until with a cry he finally spilled onto the mattress.

“Fuck...fuck…fuck..” Steve panted.

Natasha slowly pulled her cock out. She looked down at Steve as she stepped out of the harness. The poor boy was sweaty and trembling like a puppy. She traced her fingertips down his back.

“You okay, Steve?” she asked. All her sadistic bravado faded away and her voice cooed over him.

Steve rolled onto his back, grimacing leaving a sticky mess on the mattress when he came. He looked at Natasha, the way the light haloed her red hair, her eyes that made him feel so open and naked. He gently took Natasha by the wrist and pulled her down on top of him. She yelped, then giggled as she nuzzled into his neck.

“That was…” Steve struggled for words. “That was...

He couldn’t articulate how he felt. He felt like a different man. He felt like he wanted to bend over and let Natasha destroy him again and again. But he was too spent to say, so he held Natasha close and covered her in kisses.

Natasha grinned and held Steve’s face in her hands.

“You should probably clean the sheets,” she said. “Someone might come in tomorrow and see your mess.”

Steve smiled and pressed his forehead to hers.

“Yes, ma’am.”

#fanfic #marvel #romanogers #stevenat #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #captain america #black widow

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lokiswifeduh · 1 year

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beautiful flesh

pairings: tattoo!artist!buckybarnes x fem!plus!size!reader

summary: You're going in with Natasha to get a tattoo, but you're nervous since the place you want it in has a little extra skin. Thankfully, Bucky is there to assure you you're beautiful.

warnings: needles, blood, tattoos, negative self-talk, I think that's it!

Natasha walked in first, the bell on the door jingling as she stepped through. You walked in behind her, timidly looking around as you kept at least a two-foot distance between the two of you.

"Romanoff!" A blonde man grinned as he stepped up to the counter, wiping off a bottle with black liquid in it. He was covered in tattoos, his arms filled with roses and skulls and his neck was covered in intricate designs as well. You eyed the ink drawings, admiring them from behind your friend.

"Y/n!" You snapped out of your daydream as Natasha caught your attention. "Hmm?" She let out a small chuckle, "I was just telling Steve here about the tattoo you wanted to get."

You nodded, "Yeah, I want flowers." "You gotta be a little more specific, doll." All your heads snapped in the direction of the man walking from behind the glass partition. His eyes were steel blue, contrasting with the chestnut brown of his hair. His muscled flexed back and forth as he cleaned off a piece of equipment, the tattoo's on his arms moving over the muscles underneath.

You soon realized everyone was staring at you, awaiting a response. "Uh, a vine of flowers, with the branch going up on my breast." You slightly lifted your arm, motioning with your other to the underneath of your right breast. Bucky's eyebrow raised slightly, "I hope you gotta picture, doll. Come on back." I looked to Natasha who had already sat down at Steve's station, the blonde artist already working on sanitizing and cleaning her arm where her next design was going.

You followed the brunette man to the back of the store, walking through and into a room where there was a chair with a table of supplies. "You can lay down on your back." You moved, following his words as you let your back rest against the chair, your legs bent down but not enough to touch the ground.

Bucky cleaned off his machine, making sure everything was prepped and ready. You didn't wanna tell him this was your first tattoo but somehow you could tell he knew. Plus the absence of art on your bare arms and back made a statement that you hadn't done this before.

Bucky sat down on the rolling stool beside the chair, "Lift up your shirt for me, doll." You cringed, Bucky catching your grimace. Just as you were about to lift your tank top he caught your hand, "If you're uncomfortable you don't have to do this." You shook your head, "It's not, I just..." You took a deep breath, "I'm a little bigger than most girls and I'm not really sure this tattoo will..work with my size."

Bucky's brows furrowed in confusion before softening his gaze, "Doll, I've been doing this for a while. And I can tell you, no matter the size you are or the shape you are beautiful, and this tattoo, or any you get in the future will look amazing on your exquisite body." You let out the breath you were holding, squeezing your eyes shut only to open them as you made eye contact with the brunette sitting above you.

"You mean that?" Bucky nodded, a smirk gracing his lips, "You have nothing to be worried about, doll. You have an amazing body, believe me." You nodded your head, pulling up your shirt and holding it so he could sanitize your skin.

He wiped off the area you described, "I might need you to lift a little more of your bra if that's okay." You let out a low laugh, "Can I at least know your name before I flash you?" He huffed out a surprised chuckle, "My names' James. and you are?"

"Y/n" You lifted your bra a little more as he swiped the disinfectant over the under of your boob.

"Well, nice to meet you Y/n." You smiled, feeling his hands over your body like electricity.

"You too, James."

A/N: I honestly loved this idea! Plus it was fun getting to photoshop Natasha and Bucky with tattoos! I want to start doing more Bucky x plus-size!reader, since I am plus-size myself and it is hard to find fics with plus-size readers.

#bucky barnes x fem!reader #tattoo!artist!bucky #fanfic #marvel #buckybarnes #avengers #bucky imagine #fanfiction #fluff #fem!reader #natasha romanoff #romanogers #steve rogers #tattoo!artist!steverogers #marvel imagine #winter soldier

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lovebugspots · 7 months

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THE PAINKILLER

Play either Painkiller by Judas Priest, of Death. Your choice, not mine.

THE PAINKILLER SERIES IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER CHAPTER FOUR: spider-man. CHAPTER THREE; wedding day. CHAPTER TWO; your too flattering. CHAPTER ONE: THE PAINKILLER THE PAINKILLER: INFORMATION

TW: Torture, SA, gore. take care of ya self :)

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"The Painkiller will take your pain...HAIL HYDRA."

The man who was on his deathbed chanted as he sipped away from life slowly, and agonizingly. The EX-HYDRA asset sighed, lowering his pistol and sheathing it. His delicate, and intricate Titanium arm gleaming in the light as it had blood soaking into his clothes, and splattered on his prosthetic.

"Painkiller, huh." He mumbled and walked away from the corpse, the blood oozing out of his stomach as his intestines and organs were spilled on the floor. He again sighed, and walked out of the now not so safe safe house. The sound of his quiet footsteps, echoes in the quiet and compacted area.

He was currently in Norway for what was supposed to be a quick and easy mission with Sam. But, as life goes for the one and only Winter Soldier, it went sideways and he had gotten sniped. Not fun. Not fun at all.

He looked around, his steel blue eyes scanning everywhere he now went due to the HYDRA sniper being on the lose.

And after him.

He looked at all the possible ways and spots the sniper could be in. Nothing.

Tried hearing any sort of feet movement, due to enhanced he heard everything. Including the several times Steve was balls deep in Natasha, not the best thing to fall asleep to.

Not fun, not fun at all.

Then he heard a bullet ring, straight to his head. He quickly dodged and flipped around.

Nothing.

Another bullet, from the same spot, but he saw nothing. No person perched.

"Who the hell are you?!" He yelled out, grabbing his pistol as he looked at the trees, and the beautiful country side of Norway. His deep voice ringing in the quiet nothingness.

Nothing.

Another bullet and he used his metal arm to deflect it. His breathing hitched and he seethed out when another bullet got lodged into his thigh, slowing him down to get the perfect head shot.

'Okay maybe this sniper knows what their doing.'

He thought to himself as he tried dodging the never ending bullets, with his thick, and scarlet red blood seeping through his blue jeans. He quickly got up, ignoring the fiery pain that shot up into his back, the pain was almost unbearable.

'Better then falling off a train.'

He didn't get any time to think as he ran, his hair going with the wind as he did so, he heard footsteps, but they sounded like a kitten...

So tiny and quiet.

But it wasn't a tiny kitten, rather, a full grown woman. She wore similar clothes to Bucky. The clothes he wore as the Winter Soldier, only difference is that she had bother arms covered, and what looked like gloves with two metal bumps with holes in them.

He flipped around and pulled his pistol and shot her in the head.

It didn't faze her, she took her right hand, and with her index, thumb and middle finger she pulled the bullet out an threw it to the side. Her forehead immediately healed its self, her skin knitting with one another.

From her knuckles, unsheathed two long, and sharp metal spikes.

His heart sank, his face pales and he ran as quickly as he could, but she just stood there, the two metal spikes gleaming in the sun as she stood there. He didn't see her face once due to the heavy duty mask and goggles.

But that power. He knew one, and one person only with that power.

The woman stood there, glaring at the man. Once he ran away from her visible sight, she sheathed her adamantium spikes and walked away to her motorcycle. She hopping on and quickly put the key in the ignition and started the bike up.

'I knew him'

She thought to herself as she started driving the beautiful dark black Harley-Davidson motorcycle. The wind pushed on her Y/H/C locks, the braid she once had was now messy, full of leaves and twigs.

'I knew him but I don't know how.'

Her mind was mush. Pure, and utter mush. Nothing, she knew nothing and remembered nothing.

Well, nothing besides her little boy. The so she was forced to have, but loves to much to leave. She quietly drove back to the dingy, and tiny house she was forced to live in, one that was directly above an underground base.

One where her every movement was seen.

She got off her bike once she got to the old house and she walked inside, three HYDRA Agents, and two Weapon X scientists.

"Did you kill the Winter Soldier?" One of the Russian HYDRA agents questioned, his accent thick, rough and gritty.

"No."

"You know what this means, Painkiller." He grins sadistically and looked over at her sons room and back at her, motioning for the two agents and one of the scientists to grab him.

"We take our prized Weapon X-33 and test him." He ordered, his smile only growing as Y/N eyes widen, she knew this better than anyone.

"No!-" She started but was cut off by her sons screams in pain, and the sound of his tiny body being dragged. "Please! I'll do anything! Don't hurt him!" She screamed out as the men sedate her son.

"But that isn't fun, is it?" the agent chuckles and walked over to Y/N and puts his grimy, and bloodied hand on her cheek. The blood was dried up and crusted onto his hand.

"Oh my little puppet. So weak and submissive, huh?" He said huskily and pressed a ginger kiss on her forehead them grabbed her waist roughly, his dark and evil eyes glistening with pleasure as he did such heinous thing. His dark hair was dirtied with blood, dirt and god knows whatever else.

"Will you be a good girl for master and let us take your son?" He asked, licking the shell of her ear. She could smell the sweat, blood and somehow there was piss on him. All she did, was say frozen and he hungrily kissed her.

He knew she would do nothing.

If she does something her son will be dead.

She can't lose her little boy.

His harsh, chapped and bloodied lips hungrily kissed her, his tongue slipping past her lips and licking her teeth, and savoring her sweet, sweet taste.

He pulled away and pat her head as they open the cellar and dragged her now drugged son into the underground base. One they were inside they locked the door, the door was laced with vibranium, the only other weakness to her adamantium spikes.

She stood there, frozen as she heard them wake up her son. The whips cracking, the metal scraping on her sons delicate skin that didn't have any scars.

Having both her and his fathers healing factor.

But her boy didn't cry or scream. At the bright age of 5 he knows that if he does, he will feed into their hunger. So he sucked it up, he has to be strong for his mama, no matter what.

She just stood there, her face pale as she waited for her boy. Tears streaming down her face, but no sobs scratched at her throat. Just tears. She finally moved after an hour and sat down on the old couch. Waiting.

The most dangerous woman, sitting there crying.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky banres #james buchanan barnes #bucky #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #wolverine #avengers #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #romanogers #daughter #wife #blood #mcu #marvel #xmen

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ninazadzia · 1 year

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“This will sound crazy, but in another timeline, in another life—you were the love of my life. You died, sacrificing yourself for Thanos. And when I went back to put the infinity stones in their original timeline, you were right there, in the Red Room. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to save you, and I had to stay behind.”

At the end of the day, in just about every universe - James Buchanan Barnes and Yelena Belova always wound up together. No matter the consequences.

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yourenotdonefighting · 7 months

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Sometimes I read something so beautifully written that I think, “How could anything I write ever compare?” But isn’t that the point? It’s not about comparisons or being better. It’s about being who you are as a writer. If anything, it inspires me when I find authors in my fandom who I can’t get enough of. Because yeah, I love to share my work. I love the comments and encouragement. But I also love the experience of being completely immersed in someone else’s story. It’s a feeling I can’t even explain.

#musings #random thoughts #female writers #so much love for my fellow fic writers #thoughts in my head #stream of consciousness #fanfic #ao3 writer #romanogers #stydia #olicity

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finnicks · 2 years

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( fic ) we held heaven in our hands for days

we held heaven in our hands for days

mcu | natasha/steve teen, 1k When Steve returns the Soul Stone to Vormir, Vormir decides to give him someone in return.

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violetvrataski · 2 months

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𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

𝘩𝘪! 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘖3 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴! 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢!

𝙠𝙚𝙮: 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧/𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 = 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 & 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 = 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥

𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢/𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢/𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳/𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘺/𝘱𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 & 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢 & 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵

𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵/𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 & 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪/𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦

𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳/𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘰𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘴/𝘢𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘴𝘢

𝘢𝘮𝘺 / 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦

𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰 / 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢

𝘳𝘰𝘯 & 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 & 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 & 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦

so, yeah! that's about it! please do message me for any inquires!

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #romanogers #wandavision #peter x mj #pepperony #steve x wanda #natasha x clint #ethan hunt x ilsa faust #ethan hunt x grace #grace mission impossible #rita vrataski x william cage #deckerstar #clawen #simmosa #romione #harry x hermione #harmony

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leennaan · 10 months

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Masterlist

Request open

WoSo: I mainly write for those listed below but if you have a request for another player feel free to ask

Arsenal WFC

Alessia Russo

Sleepless Nights

Take on the world pt1 pt2 pt3

Leah Williamson

Coming home

Lionesses

DFB Women (German National Team)

Lena Oberdorf

Coming soon

Lea Schüller

Love in the air (coming soon)

The best day of our life

Giulia Gwinn

When two sports collide

Klara Bühl

I hate that I love you

Family Talks

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