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 ❝ That's rich coming from you. Are you going to try and convince me       otherwise?❞

"Oh come on, its a holiday. You can’t work 24/7. It’ll wear you down."

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lupusfangs:

         “An agent trying to be funny?

          Has Hale or Kenzi made their way           to you then?”

A smirk danced across his lips, eyes lighting up with amusement as he looked at the redhead.

           ❝  last I checked that wasn't a crime.                      I can't say they have. It's all me.                        and you are?❞

                    There's amusement clearly written on her                      face as she looks up at him.          

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wardofjustice:

"Very funny, Natasha. You dressed up as a shield agent for Halloween."

     ❝ Please, Rogers I'm working today. I don't have time to         play dress up. You might fit right in.❞

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                  ❝ boo !❞

                it's an attempt to be funny since it's                 the first of october.

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rxmnants:

     It’s been too long since he’s been able to tease her like this, something he is taking advantage of as he finds himself settled between her thighs, desperate to please her – only not desperate enough, not yet. She may suffer now but she’ll enjoy it later.

     Falling into bed with her is something that is easy, feels like he has been doing it since the first night they had shared. There are more important things than sharing pleasure with her, thoughts on his mind of all he will do, but right now he’s being Bucky, taking pleasure from someone so willing to give it. Revenge along with repenting for his sins will come later. Now he has a little – or a lot – more sinning to do with Natalia.

      Proof is certainly what he had, only inches away from where she needs him the most. “Мокрой от желания.” He’s terrible, he knows, with the way he continuously nips at her flesh and finds himself doing everything to make her hot but doing nothing to give her pleasure.

     The repetition of the word please and the way she said his name was certainly enough to give him what she wanted. ”Я лучше, чем вы помните, Наталья.” Something that is a promise as he places a few last kisses along the flesh of her inner thigh. He’s not resting until he’s worshiped her in the ways he had wished he could have done before. That and he never backs down from a challenge.

     Arm hooked beneath her thigh he only draws her closer, making them impossible to tear apart. Her scent hits his senses and brings him back to nights he had previously spent nestled between her thighs. Using his tongue to bring her to the edge, having to stop only to keep her quiet. Being quiet was never something that was easy between the two, beds breaking, words whispered, moans only getting louder. A recreation that night in which he is certain will remain in his mind for time to come.

      His tongue finds her center again, teasing over as he learns her again. It’s been far too long since he’s been able to taste her. His tongue easily finds her swollen bundle of nerves, swirling around it before flicking his tongue over it, fingers teasing her. She’s wet and he only finds all that more desirable as he aims to please her.

        The only good thing was there wasn't going to be to be any shushing of any short, no interruptions as he tries to quiet her moans. It is odd they seem to have all the time in the world equated in one day. One day filled with coveting each others bodies for what it's worth.A part of her wonders what happens once they've taken their remuneration for what has been done. Will she get another night like this? Will he continue to be the ghost that lingers as she goes back to living a life?

        And she doesn't want that. They'd spent too many years apart. There are too many sleepless nights where she wonders about him and she no longer needs to. There's a sigh of relief as he peppers kisses along her inner thighs once more. "Вы могли бы быть из практики." 

        Her fingers tangle into his raven locks as he burrows himself between her legs. A mewl falls from her lips as his tongue reacquaints himself with her core and her taste. New sensations travel through her body as the pleasure begins to seep. Her hips buck as she needed the friction between his fingers and tongue to bring her over to the edge.

       Her head pushes against the pillow as the rhythm between their bodies set. Her essence seeps out with each touch. Her teeth sink into bottom lip holding back a moan, if only to tease him with the refusal to say his name. Just because he was working her down there didn't mean that she didn't have other ways of getting to him. 

       She doesn't want to be talking between them even if his Russian whispers can be seductive. Natasha is too focused on what he's doing to her to properly respond. "Вот так." Even if it's been awhile he is certainly living up to the memory that floods her brain. How his skilled tongue can work her like a fine tuned piano. 

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           ❝ let me get this straight, you found me to convince me                    to get off the grid. I don't think so.❞

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gonna do a theme change.

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buckynat + some parallels

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black widow #11 preview / by nathan admondson & phil noto

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make me choose → queenoftheuruloki asked: Black Widow or Hulk

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fangirl challenge: female characters [1/10] - natasha romanoff

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I found my home, it’s you.

(via yoursixwordstory)

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The evolution of Black Widow

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rxmnants:

       [ it’s exactly where he’d rather spend his nights,          a smooth talker who know exactly what to say          in order to get what he wants. it’s loud and it’s          fun, there’s a certain life in the air as he moves          through the crowd. there are girls who catch          his attention on every side of him, a few earning          a few smirks from him, even a few compliments          as he makes a move for the alcohol and for the          red head that needed to be spoken to.

         for a few moments all he does is look, from behind,          with very little shame as he wonders things his mind          would be bleached for had his mother been there.          he moves through the crowds that are surrounding          the bar and slides into a space right next to her.

         he doesn’t speak, at least not yet, instead he lets          out a whistle before holding two of his fingers up. ]

             ❝ i’m a regular. ❞

          ❝ one who’d remember someone as fine as yourself. ❞

        [ before she attempts to try again, she is           taken surprise by the man who offers to grab           her a drink. verdant orbs study the good looking           man, taking note of his defining features like           his chiseled jaw to the sapphire in his eyes. ]

                    ❝ what's it going to cost me? ❞

         [ she's not exactly like the women she knows,            ones who seem to be ensnared by the webs            of marriage. she should feel pressured to             marry considering her lineage but she doesn't.            instead she continues this life that is only            stagnant in it's routines. ]

                  ❝ flattery won't get you everywhere, sweetheart. ❞

          [ she debates on whether or not tell him her             name. but maybe making a game of it makes             it much more exciting. ]

                   ❝ how about the honors of having my first dance of                      the night? ❞

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rxmnants:

          “Such words a privilege to hear.” One that she would be privy to as long as he gets a few drinks in his system, which is something that is clearly going to happen with the way they are already drinking. Bucky taking a few more sips. Alcohol has always been a friend of his. “Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. Who knows?” His eyeroll was masked by the way he took a sip of his drink, insulted that she would even need to ask. “Of course I am.” Otherwise he’d of just brought Steve along, but Nat was always a hell of a lot more fun when it came to this sort of thing. The three of them each had their time and place. This party wasn’t Steve’s place. No offense to the kid. When she leans in the words are not exactly anything he expects to hear, but he’s not complaining. Something about the mere thought of others dancing on her like he could already picture didn’t sit well with him. Whatever that is like in his head is something he ignores because she’s hot, yeah, but she’s Nat and they’ve been friends since the beginning of forever. “Who would I be to deny the lady what she wishes?”

           "Appreciate them while they last." She winks before sipping more of the booze. These kinds of parties always made her feel like she could feel the energy surrounding them. Maybe it was the the alcohol that would be talking once it was more in her system. The two enjoyed the fast life which included partying and doing very illegal things. Maybe one day they would ease Steve just a little. Hopefully, he wouldn't be too much of a prude. "You'd be an asshole." Then she took the last cup of her alcohol downing the contents before grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor. They could always have more later and Bucky's house was stocked. She maneuvered between the bodies of people to the less crowded spot. Listening to the beat, Natasha's hips began to sway slowly. A playful smile appeared on her lips waiting for the moment for their bodies to cross the boundaries.

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I still owe you two a few more drafts but:

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rxmnants:

       Bucky sent her a smile. When he was younger he hadn’t been all too sure what exactly what his life was going to turn out like. He had to admit that now he’s not exactly complaining. He has her and Steve, along with Sharon who he’d now consider a friend more than just a general acquaintance now that she’s actually been around for a while. “More for me.” He shrugged with a smile before popping the food into his mouth. He never expected for her to take it. There’s not much he doesn’t love about her. “Let’s put it this way — the only thing I don’t love is your disdain for pancakes.” He favors so much about her and that will certainly never anticipates feeling any other way about her. “Steve and Sharon are gonna hate us. It’ll be great.” Because there’s no version of a sex talk they could ever give that would be Steve approved. “Still think we should give Steve the sex talk.”

        Before meeting James, Natasha expected that her sole focus would be on her career. Ballerinas do have a life contrary to popular belief but she had been used to having little friends until she met him. It was a cliche thing to think but it was true. Now she can't imagine him being out of her life. He had brought her happiness. "Might as well get a food baby with the pace your going." She takes another bite of her waffles, savoring the taste once more. "Oh man, I was hoping for a list of complaints. You've left me down." There's another flash of her smile before getting back to the food before them. She fancies him too—a lot. There's no other way to put it even if he loves pancakes so much. "I can't wait to see the look on their faces. Their kids will be book and streets smart." She takes another sip of her drink while a brow raises. "Is their trouble in the sheets? We can give him a guide on how to navigate a woman's body."