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it was paradise | n. romanoff

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pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter nine | chapter ten: all the love we unravel

chapter summary: you couldn't tell when mrs. romanoff became natasha romanoff; the woman who'd laugh with her friends, or kiss you in an empty parking lot. when did the big, bad, mrs. romanoff who you prayed would take you off her radar, became nat, the very woman you'd beg to look at you. when had the hatred turn to all this?

warnings: curse words, fluff; public displays of affection, platonic relationships, cheesy. unedited.

a/n: im sorry it took so long!!!! this was initially much much longer. but i had to cut this part in half. i had to sneak in this bit of fluff in the story, i think we all deserve it. but anyways, natasha and reader's relationship is just so <333333

"oh fuck off, romanoff!" tony yells when natasha steals the last bit of popcorn. the boys complain after him, clint taking a forgotten piece to throw at natasha. natasha expertly dodges even when facing away and walking back to her small kitchen.

you took a handful of your popcorn and threw it at tony, "hey, don't talk to my woman like that," you laugh, but not as loud as thor did when he joined in and threw a handful from your bowl at tony. and thus begun the ruckus in natasha's apartment of you and thor teaming up against tony in a popcorn war; clint and steve laughing at how tony tries to hide behind his swatting arms, and bruce trying to avoid the flying pieces of popcorn.

"fine. no college fund for you then," tony declares after you ran out of popcorn to shower him with, "and don't expect me to pay for your expenses the next time you visit."

thor chuckles, giving tony a big slap on the back on his way back to his spot on the carpet. "i'm only helping the girl," thor says, "don't talk to her woman like that."

"oh let him have his fun," clint interjects before bringing his bottle to his lips. "he knows romanoff won't do anything to him because y/n's here."

"shut up, katniss," tony hissed, dusting off the popcorn from his hair, "i'm not afraid of romanoff."

"you saying something, tony?" natasha says from the kitchen just a few steps from where you were inside her open floored apartment.

"no ma'am," tony salutes, and you all broke out in laughter.

natasha returns with a fresh bowl of popcorn, setting it down on the coffee table near the foot of the bed. "you guys are cleaning that up," she says, dropping herself down to the spot next to you.

"hey, y/n started it," tony insists, but natasha only chuckles.

"well, she did say not to talk to her woman like that, didn't she?"

tony stood up abruptly, pointing a finger at natasha who left no space between the two of you. "i'm sensing favoritism," he pushed. "this is unfair. i'm calling a for a vote."

"oh, sit down tony," natasha waves him off. she began picking the few pieces of popcorn stuck on your hair before bringing your forehead up to her lips for a soft kiss.

you swooned.

"i feel cheated on," tony sits down defeated, "can you see this, i can't do that now can i."

"you can always book us that trip to the bahamas," natasha laughs, still looking at you while holding either side of your face close to her own. she places another kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. and then she stares at you for a moment more before letting you go.

"did anyone get this on video? we need this for blackmail," clint says. "the big bad romanoff secretly a softie."

everyone coos.

"agent romanoff is in lo~ve," tony adds on.

"the wedding shall be held in asgard!" thor yells.

"i'm not paying for the space travel,"

"you own the ship though..."

"gas cost money, bruce."

"see, steve gets it."

you and natasha shared a laugh. enjoying the interaction between the five. if you didn't see them in their best tuxedos earlier, you would've forgotten how half of them were professors and the others, massive billionaires.

of course, earlier, that was all you could see them as: mrs. romanoff's big shot friends who you are terribly far from impressing.

"so what does your mother do?" steve asks breaking the silence after you'd all settled down on the table right at the center of the expensive restaurant tony book you in.

"oh, i—," you looked at natasha for a second, afraid almost that what you'll say next might turn her friends off. way to get on a bad side of people you're trying to impress is to tell them your mother is a drug addict. by then, every attempt you make at getting on their good side would only receive pity. "i don't have one," you resorted.

silence.

you feel natasha's hand on your thigh. she soothed it. and then she leaned in to whisper, "i'm sorry. they could be invasive," she tells you. "i'll tell them off later."

you were thankful the waiter came in to save what was filled with them avoiding your eyes and clearing their voices. you hadn't heard what everyone got. just that they all ordered a complete five course meal with fish, meat, vegetables, and everything else.

you were supposed to order next. at least, after almost a year of dating natasha romanoff, you'd grown accustomed to always ordering first, but this time she doesn't let you.

she ordered first.

"i'll take the oysters on half shell please," she started, looking at the menu. "then the shrimp cocktail too."

"any salads?"

"no, actually. maybe just the caesar salad for me," natasha's hand never left your thigh. in fact, if continued to soothe over your exposed skin. "then maybe pan seared scallops and steak tartare," she looked at you. "rib or strip?"

you stuttered for a bit, at lost for words when you realized that she was ordering for you too.

you didn't know what you wanted. you never really do. you always end up somewhat regretting your order every time you and natasha go out.

but in a hurry, you just utter a, "strip."

"great. i'll take the new york strip, braised short rib. and for sides, just the baked mac and cheese for the girl please," she smiled at the waiter and you swore he melted when he had to force his eyes off her and to his little notepad.

and you can't help but smile.

"did you want anything else?" she asks, looking intently at you but you just smiled and let your nose touch hers. you see her cheeks grow red. "what was that for?" she smiled.

she was never used to public displays of affection. even something as little as your noses touching, or your eyes looking a second longer than it's supposed to into hers. but of course, neither should she. something as destructive as your relationship should be kept a secret. even the smallest touches.

but at times like these, when you're neither alone nor allowed, but you still sneak in those rare moments of affection, she swears, she falls much much deeper.

"okay enough of that, the boy here is getting nervous," tony interjects, making you giggle out of the small bubble you and natasha had encapsulated yourselves into.

"i think you're getting nervous too, tony," clint laughs but he knew enough to stop when natasha shot him a sharp glare.

you smiled, soothing over natasha's hand that remains on your thigh before taking a glance at the waiter who was only standing there awkwardly staring at natasha, then at the hand you hold over hers.

that's right, stare at everything you will never have.

steve clears his throat. "uh, any drinks?"

"we—uhm—we actually offer—uh, we only offer wines in bottles for service. other drinks; cocktails, mocktails, vodka, everything else you can get from the bar."

natasha prepares as soon as the boy finishes, "vodka for me, and one mocktail. what are you having, boys?" she asks.

"isn't—isn't y/n going to like something with alcohol too?" bruce asks. you would actually, but before you have any time to say anything, tony beats you to it.

"exactly. give the girl a break, agent. she's not a kid," tony protests in your place.

natasha only chuckles, fixing the napkin that she took off her lap neatly on the table, "i think i know what's good for her, don't i, y/n?"

"boo!!!!!! give the girl a drink," tony still stands. "give the girl a drink!"

"no. we're riding my motorcycle home, and i'm not having her fall off my bike," she says firmly, almost like a silent command.

but you still insist. you looked at her with pleading eyes, extending your arm to hold her fingers. "i want a drink, please," you say. "i won't fall off, i promise."

"give the girl a drink!" tony chants but natasha's eyes stay on you, her smile, daring, but firm.

she leans against your ear, her lips softly grazing your lobes, and her arm supporting her weight through her grip on your waist. you shuddered. "come on, dear. won't you listen to mommy? mommy knows best, doesn't she?"

you were aware how exposed you were. in front of her friends. being at the very middle of the packed restaurant as tony claimed was the best table because of the sofa seats, tony, bruce and clint sitting across from you and nat who were the only ones on that side because steve decided to sit on an extra chair at the head of the table. you were surrounded by people, covered by a few friends who even then you didn't expect natasha would be so open with.

you almost wanted to complain. i'm only meeting your friends, what if they say we're too physically affectionate in public and it turns them off? what if they're reminded of wanda and billy, the very people we're betraying while we're doing this in front of them?

but you couldn't. this was one of the very rare times when you get to enjoy her physical affection, in public which was terribly off-brand of mrs. romanoff. this was one, if not the only moment when you don't feel hidden, when you felt normal, when you felt seen by the world. when you satisfy the small hidden part of yourself that craves for the domesticity of public relationships.

"i think she really likes you."

you hadn't realized she was gone until only the memory of her breath against your skin remain. and you remembered you were with her friends.

you looked up. within the 30-45 minutes of knowing these people, you've come to learn that tony is a very bullshit person. he's the joker, the one who would bullshit his death by making it into anything but serious. maybe through his narcissism, or sarcasm, or jokes. that's what makes him charming. other than, of course, his billions of dollars net worth.

"you think?" it sounded coy but you were serious. you had to know. did she really like you? or was he bullshitting you? would he build this up into a joke, a thing to make fun of natasha when she comes back?

no. because he chuckles, and it was more genuine than even his smiles. and for the first time he looks away, and it took him a few seconds before looking at you again, "you know, romanoff called me last week. told me she wanted us to meet her girlfriend," he let that sink into you for a moment before he raises a finger, "you know, one thing about romanoff. she never calls me," he says. "she calls clint, tells him everything. she meets with steve. but that's between them. romanoff and i—we have a more eye-to-eye kinda thing. she came and visited me once, nobody knew i had a child by then, we look at each other for one second, and she understood the entire life i built beyond stark industries," he wasn't looking at you again. he was looking over your shoulder, unmoving. "when she called me first of all, i knew it was serious. group serious sort of thing. and then she told me she wanted us to meet her girlfriend? i dropped everything in my lab."

your mind still processed what he meant. actually, it was so far from that. you were stuck on the image of natasha visiting tony. or meeting up with steve. or telling clint everything. the little things that makes natasha further from her life as mrs. romanoff, or as wanda's wife, or as billy's mother, or as your secret girlfriend, and closer to just being herself, natasha romanoff, it sticks to you. and it remindes you that beyond the labels, beyond the titles, the names. that she was just natasha romanoff before all of these.

"natasha dated a few people, but none that we actually heard of," steve clarifies, but tony quickly took his spot.

"we knew about rogers and romanoff. they had a will-they-won't-they going on for a bit until she got together with bruce. of course that's something we just found out during a party when his face fell into her boobs—"

you choked.

and so did professor banner.

"she never told us anything. we know what we see, and the rest, well—who knows."

"actually, we didn't know she was married to wanda until three years into the marriage," clint adds.

your eyes widen at that, choking for the second time but this time on your glass of water. "what?" you ask. "you weren't invited?"

clint laughs, "oh no, we were invited."

"wanda invited us," bruce says.

"she invited us through text. she didn't specify who was getting married so we always just assumed she's either remarrying vision or she's marrying a new man," steve continues. "we assumed the latter."

"we've always been a vision fan, so we didn't go in case she was actually getting married to someone else," clint notes.

tony laughs in somewhat a bitter tone, but still humorous, "mind you, we had group night outs, phone calls and we texted all throughout those three years that she could've told us she'd gotten married to a mutual close friend."

"she didn't. and three of us works with both her and wanda at the university," clint losens his tie and slouches slightly against the couch. "we found out when wanda invited us for thanksgiving and said natasha should be preparing the table so we all came assuming natasha was only there to help."

"plot twist, she's married," bruce finishes.

there was a silence between your shared glances of natasha just talking to the bartender while being handed two drinks.

"you take care of her, okay?" tony says. his voice had zero pitch to it. it was low, and lazy, and sincere. "romanoff, spent decades taking care of us. you know, when we're sick, heartbroken, happy, drunk, sad, in trouble. she picks up after us. she holds us together. and she still does to this day," he looks up at you. "do us a favor, take care of her. i think you're the only person she'd let take care of her."

"what are you whispering about," natasha asks, setting down your drinks, just in time for your meals to arrive. she looks at you while sitting down, and bringing the napkin to her lap again, "do you still love me?" she sets both hands on your thigh, completely facing you. "whatever these idiots told you aren't true. do you still love me?"

you giggled. "i was hoping it might be true, actually," you say.

"this," tony interrupts. "this is true."

natasha rolled her eyes upon realizing that what he said might not be anything that would jeopardize the relationship you two have. she lands you a kiss on the forehead before fixing herself to her seat, and assisting the waiter in distributing the first round of meals.

"hello, friends!"

natasha doesn't tell you much about her friends. but she's told you enough to know where they live, and what her relationship is with them. you know one of them lives very far away.

this must be thor.

he came in late. he entered with much energy, immediately pulling you into a hug. you were sure he would've carried you right out of your seat and spun you around if natasha hadn't got out in time to make way for you.

he still picked you up and spun you around nonetheless, "oh is this the girl?!" he said. "look at you! you're a lot prettier than nat described you."

you'd gotten dizzy. your world spun, perhaps because of this giant man that spun you around like a kid with his doll, or maybe because natasha told them about you. she told them, like how you used to with billy over the guy you had a crush on in middle school. she told her friends about you.

"okay, okay, please stop. she's getting dizzy," natasha's voice faded into your thoughts as thor slowed down. natasha was already standing behind you, ready to catch you the moment thor sets you down, and she did. you fell limp into her arms as the world tried to catch up. "i swear to god, she's not going to make it out of here alive with you doofuses."

while everyone stood up to give thor a hug, natasha had her hands loosely wrapped around your waist, and her chin on top of your head while she holds you still to recover from the unsteadiness.

"so i see the problem," you hear thor say behind you. you turned around, still within the warm hold of natasha romanoff. "romanoff's smitten."

you blushed a little.

"am i—am i allowed to say that or will i be in trouble?" thor speaks when natasha doesn't, looking at the others for backup.

"you won't. y/n's here. we're basically untouchable," barton says, laughing.

that's how you spent most of the night—laughing. you slowly started easing into the group. they were laughing hard, and so were you. a lot of times, they were making fun of natasha, the others, they were asking about your life.

everything was light. and you noticed how they were smart enough not to put you in a spot where you'd have to mention either wanda or billy.

you see a glimpse of natasha's past through them. they were her family. you pieced that together after a few of their stories.

natasha was almost silent all-throughout, aside from the occasional protest when tony makes fun of her, or the rare interjections of when she feels they'd gone too far with you.

but because of all the laughing, you hadn't realize natasha cutting your meat for you, and taking the vegetables off your meal until she subtly switched back your plates which you hadn't notice was switched in the first place. you feel her constantly returning glances, checking on you, watching you. and when you ran out of the mocktail she got for you, you see her silently go off to get you another one.

"natasha, i'm okay. sit down and talk to your friends," you tell her softly when she comes back with another glass for you. this time, you take her hand that's been holding your thigh the rest if the night, and held it with both of yours on top of her leg.

"you heard the girl romanoff, sit down," tony agrees.

you were aware that these little moments between you and natasha were in front for everyone to see, and bask in. but you couldn't help it. you leaned against her, your head on her shoulder and your arm tangled with hers as you waited for desert.

at the end, what was supposed to be your last solemn night alone with natasha, became a loud one with her friends when they all decided to come over her apartment.

they all shared a car, going off first while you and natasha takes a moment to yourselves when you walk through the parking lot to her motorcycle.

you were silent, and walking so painfully slow as if you don't want it to end.

you spent the entire week together. alone. while you did have classes, your girlfriend was a professor, so was most her friends. she had you excused for a week, getting your work sent through her. while she was on a leave.

there's never a gap between the times you have to spend with billy, and the times she has to spend with wanda. but this week, with billy's research, and wanda's inability to leave the house without her son for long periods of time, you found your window.

natasha lied; said tony invited the group to the bahamas with their families. she knew wanda won't be able to come because billy won't. so she just "brings" you.

and just like that, you had one uninterrupted week of just you and natasha.

"did you have fun tonight?" she asks, stopping you to face her so she can wrap around you the coat you refused to wear when you left her apartment. you hadn't realized she carried it with her though.

"mhmm," you say with a smile, beginning to rock back and forth on your feet like a child. her hands found yours to hold. "i had a lot of fun with you and your friends."

"they weren't too much?"

"i feel like they'd get in trouble if i say yes."

"your intuition is spot on."

you laugh, "nope, they weren't too much then."

you fall into silence. comfortable, soft, kind. you watch the way the breeze blows the strand of hair away from her face. then it falls back, so you took it upon you to do a better job and tuck it behind her ear completely.

she smiled at you, holding your hand against her cheek now, warming up your cold hands from the heat of her skin.

"i want to stay like this forever," she tells you.

you weren't religious, but every day you thank the lord for every moment when you get to feel the bumps on her skin, or see the mole on her cheek; when you get to feel her lips twitch into a smile, not see it behind her office desk, or in front of the rows of people you're sitting behind of, but through the kiss that you share the moment her office door closes, or the last person leaves her classroom.

you weren't sure when all your hatred turned into love, when you started searching for her in every crowd, when you silently prayed for her praises, when avoiding her glances became begging for her gaze. when did you seek for her warmth beyond her approval? when did you chase for her recognition besides her dismissal? when did you thirst for her touch aside her praise?

the lines between hating her, and loving her was a blur. all you know was that one day you prayed you'd stop being the one student she saw, then the next praying you'd be the only one she'd look at.

"stay with me forever," you tell her.

she was a secret. she was forbidden. she was the sin you've been engaging in for a year.

you weren't religious, but every day you thank the devil for every moment when you get to feel the curves of her body, and the mounds on her chest; when you get to feel her tongue on your skin, or her hand between your legs. never in front of wanda, or billy, or anyone, but in every moment when one of them turns back, to every time they look lovingly into your eyes unaware of the touches under the table, or behind the counter.

you thank the devil for inventing sin.

praise the devil for every bite you take of your forbidden apple for god hadn't thought about the paradise you'd find in hell when he sent your ancestors outside his heaven.

you kissed her, basking in the taste of sin, and hell, and your home through the saliva that coats your tongue.

"i love you."

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Two Sides | Natasha Romanoff

Summary: There are two sides to Natasha Romanoff. One is the side the world sees. The second is just for you.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (Minors dni), language

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: This was a request from @jgmg10. Enjoy!

There’s a difference between the Natasha Romanoff the world knows and the Natasha Romanoff you know. To the world she was the Black Widow, a cold, deadly assassin who kept most people at arm’s length. Anyone who knew her saw a woman who was closed off and unavailable to any sort of intimate relationship. Her standoffishness added to the mystery that surrounded her. Beneath the hardened exterior was a core of absolute fluff. Contrary to popular belief, Natasha was a total softie. She adored the idea of being taken care of. She kept her walls up around the rest of the Avengers, but occasionally she’d slip up, her warmth cracking through her otherwise sturdy facade. These chance appearances drew you to her. You weren’t sure what you caught a glimpse of the first time you really saw her, but you were instantly hooked. You craved this softer side of Natasha, yearning for her to open up to you.

It took a while, but with a little coaxing and reassurance you began to chip away at her. You watched the remnants of her days in the Red Room melt away as she grew to trust you. She became a completely different person when it was just the two of you in private. The first time you really saw her smile your knees just about gave out. And the first time she let you kiss her you thought your heart would burst. You were her safe space, the one person she could truly be herself around

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Natasha slammed the door shut as she stormed into your apartment, mumbling to herself as she threw a stack of manilla folders on the table in frustration.

“Everything okay?” you asked, looking up from your laptop.

“No,” she huffed. “Tony’s an asshole.”

“What else is new?” you chuckled.

“I’m serious, Y/N!” She paced around the living room furiously, the anger bubbling up inside her. “I can’t believe he’d be so-”

“Babe, it’s Tony, alright? You and I both know how he is.” You didn’t take your eyes off your girlfriend as she tried to walk a hole in the floor. “Just calm down.”

“Don’t you tell me to calm down! Do you know what he did?!”

You sighed, closing your computer and shoving it off your lap. “Natasha,” you coaxed, patting your lap. “Come here.” You knew she wouldn’t be able to resist the chance to be taken care of.

Natasha’s frown started to melt into a soft smile as she walked over to you. The fact that you were the only one in the world who could elicit this side of her made your heart swell with pride. All you wanted was to make her feel better and you would do whatever it took to get her there.

She sat on your lap, her knees digging into the couch as you wrapped your arms around her, your hands gripping her lower back as you gazed up into her shining green eyes. She stared back, her cold eyes softening as you managed to draw their warmth from within. “Hey baby, you can relax, okay? Let me take care of you,” you whispered, tightening your grip on her back and pulling her close.

“Okay,” she murmured, a grin spreading over her face as her brain switched off. She was absolutely yours, melting like putty in your hands. Natasha always needed to be in control. It was one of the scars from her days in the Red Room. She’d been stripped of her autonomy at such a young age and spent every day of her adult life overcompensating for it. That need melted when she was around you.

Grinning, you leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. She smiled against your lips, reaching up to clasp her hands around the back of your neck. You felt her relax into you as you rubbed her back. The gesture was simple but the effect it had on her was powerful. Your touch signaled that it was safe for her to be vulnerable.

“What do you want, princess?” you murmured against her mouth. Her hot breaths came raggedly as she tumbled further into her mindless state of pleasure.

“I want you to take care of me, daddy,” she breathed. Her lips brushed yours as she spoke. You smiled, walking your fingers up her spine and resting them on the nape of her neck.

“Do you trust me?” Natasha nodded eagerly. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I trust you.” It was the ultimate act of submission. She surrendered control of her body to you. Any and all decisions were yours to make. All she wanted was for you to make her feel good. And god did you love giving Nat as much pleasure as you could. It didn’t bother you that she preferred to be the recipient instead of the giver most of the time. Your most intimate moments brought you closer together in more ways than you could’ve ever imagined regardless of who did what.

Your hands pulled on the back of her neck, coaxing her forward as you tilted your head up to capture her soft lips in yours. She sighed into the kiss, bringing her hands up to cup your cheek. You kissed her tenderly, your mouth gliding over hers as you tasted the cherry chapstick she coated her lips in every morning. Your tongue danced over her bottom lip, swiping over it as she welcomed the new sensation inside her mouth. Her tongue found yours as you moaned into her mouth. The sensation of your tongues wrestling around her mouth drove you wild. You pulled back after a moment, breathing hard as desire coursed through your veins. Natasha’s breathing was equally as flustered. She gazed down at you, her eyes half-lidded with desire.

“Come on, baby. Bedroom,” you breathed. Natasha wrapped her legs around your midsection and clung to you like a koala as you carried her to the bedroom the two of you shared. You gently set her down on the bed, crawling on top of her and immediately attaching your lips to her neck. Your teeth grazed over her porcelain skin, nibbling on the sensitive skin. She tugged at your hair in response. Nothing made her feel more alive than the sensation of your teeth so close to her pulse point. You felt her heart beat faster in your mouth as you sucked her neck, marking her as your own.

“Feels good,” she mumbled. Her brain short-circuited as you kissed up her neck, biting and sucking as red and purple bruises painted her otherwise porcelain neck.

Cold hands worked their way under your shirt. You jumped at the sudden sensation, Natasha giggling as you recoiled in shock. “That was mean,” you chided lovingly.

“Sorry,” she giggled, kissing your nose as you pouted down at her. You smiled as you stared into your lover’s eyes. You lost yourself in them, as you did on a daily basis, and found the love of your life staring back. Neither one of you broke your gaze as your hands trailed down her body. You traced every inch of her curves, your hand ebbing and flowing with the contours of her toned body as they came to rest in the waistband of her jeans. Slowly, you brought them from the sides of her waist to the front. Her breath hitched, hips subtly rolling upward as she felt a pang of arousal shoot through her at your touch.

“Let’s get these off, hmm?” Your fingers hooked over her belt loops as you tugged at the stretchy fabric. Natasha raised her hips off the bed, helping you pull her pants off. You made sure to drag her panties off along with her pants. You threw them off to the side, not wanting them to get in the way. The thought of what you were going to do to your girlfriend sent a jolt of nervous energy throughout your entire body. No matter how many times you made love your heart fluttered in anticipation of what was to come.

The sight of Natasha’s aroused pussy caused your mouth to water. It took all your self-control to not ravish her instantly. Her taste was intoxicating. You learned that the first time you went down on her. The act itself was divine and the result was nothing short of a miracle. You loved worshiping her, plain and simple. She was your communion.

“Daddy please,” Natasha whimpered. She begged for your touch. Anything to alleviate the ache between her legs. You smiled up at her as you nestled yourself between her legs. Your hand reached under her shirt, caressing her abs as you searched for her breast. Groaning, you realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“You are such a tease, you know that?” You grinned at her. Natasha’s chuckled turned into a hitched breath as you peppered the inside of her thigh with butterfly kisses. She squirmed in anticipation, her body flushing as your kisses ignited a fire of lust within her. You moved slowly, teasing her as your feather-light kisses traversed up one thigh and down the other. She whined as you skipped over her most sensitive area. You smiled to yourself as her whining intensified: you wanted to draw it out as long as you could before giving her everything she wanted and more.

Her whines turned into a moan as your mouth found its way to her center, licking a stripe from her entrance to her clit. You hooked your arms around her legs, pressing them to the side to give yourself the most access to her possible. She bucked her hips against your mouth as she felt your tongue against her clit. The way she squirmed under your touch drove you wild, causing a rush of heat to spread over your entire body.

You moaned at her taste, feeling how wet she was as her arousal dripped down your chin. Natasha reached down and tangled her hands in your hair. She wasn’t controlling but her touch was enough to keep your head smothered in the heat radiating from between her legs. You lapped the sensitive bud with light strokes, your tongue tickling her clit.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, daddy,” she moaned as you worked your ministrations against her. You curled your lips around her clit, sucking the sensitive nub into your mouth. Your tongue swirled, drawing lazy circles around it. Natasha gasped, her body ablaze as pleasure coursed through her veins.

You smiled as Natasha’s breath came in ragged moans. Her climax was rapidly approaching, made evident by the way her eyes fluttered shut and back arched against the bed. Without warning you slid two fingers into her. You shuddered as you felt her warm velvety walls clench around you. Carefully, you began to pump in and out of her. You took great care making sure that your fingers massaged her most sensitive area.

“I’m close, baby,” she gasped. You bucked your hand harder, your fingers curling in and out as she grew wetter by the second. She rolled her hips as you thrust into her as she searched for her release. The ache between her legs was almost unbearable as you ravaged her pussy. Before long Natasha came around your fingers, her walls spasming around your fingers as you continued to suck on her clit. A strangled scream erupted from her lips as her orgasm overtook her.

You slowed your thrusts as Natasha came down from her high. Her chest heaved as she struggled to control her breathing. Sweat beaded against her forehead, her body flushed with arousal. You released her clit with a soft pop, a strand of saliva still connecting the two of you. She had a blissed out look on her face as she sprawled back on her pillow. But you weren’t done with her yet. “Does that feel good, baby girl?” you cooed. She nodded enthusiastically. “Good.” You leaned up to kiss her as you began curling your fingers back into her.

Natasha groaned into your mouth as you began fucking her again so quickly after her first orgasm. Her body jolted as you curled your fingers against her g-spot, palming her clit with the heel of your hand. “You’re doing so good for me, Nat. You take my fingers so well.” She melted into you at your praise. Your words of affirmation opened her up, turning her on even more.

It wasn’t long before Natasha was cumming again. Her juices coated your hand as you continued to thrust into her. She clawed at your back, her nails digging into your shirt as you kept up a relenting pace. Your fingers sloshed around her soaked pussy. Her walls felt like heaven as they clenched around you, their grip making it hard for you to move. “Oh yes, daddy, right there. Just like that,” she whined as your fingers moved within her. Your forearm burned as you moved within her, sweat beading around your own forehead as your heart pounded in your chest. Natasha groaned as you buried yourself knuckle-deep inside her again and again, sparing no lengths to pleasure her. Her hands worked her way up to her shirt, pulling it up and exposing her bare breasts. The sight of the supple mounds, bouncing with your thrusts, caused you to drool in excitement. You lunged forward, eagerly taking one of her erect nipples in your mouth. You swirled it in your mouth, teasing the sensitive nub with your tongue. Natasha arched her back, thrusting her breasts into your face. They were hypnotic. You wanted to bury your face in them and stay there forever.

A cry from Natasha snapped you back to reality. The combination of your fingers in her pussy and tongue on her breast was too much for her. She threw her head back, her hands tugging at your shirt as her body started to spasm.

“F-fuck!” she screamed as you drew a third orgasm from over her. A gush of hot liquid shot out of her, coating your hand and soaking the blanket as she convulsed with pleasure. She’d never squirted before. The very act itself was overwhelmingly dirty, but you loved it. You loved being able to bring her so much pleasure that she lost all control of her body. She was struggling to catch her breath after having been pushed to the point of exhaustion.

“You did such a good job, baby girl,” you praised. You planted a kiss on her forehead, brushing a strand of hair that was plastered to her forehead away. She gazed back up at you, her eyes full of nothing but adoration. You cupped her face, thumbing her cheek as you lovingly gazed back down at her.

“I love you,” she whispered. She reached her hand up to cover the one you’d placed on her cheek.

“I love you too,” you whispered back. Natasha smiled up at you, grateful that you were so willing to take care of her like this. You felt nothing but love for her, only wanting to give her the best of yourself.

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Movie night was a common occurrence at the Compound. You and Natasha always sat next to each other, but she’d always stopped short of any sort of physical contact with you. There were murmurs amongst the team whether the two of you were actually dating. Some of them didn’t actually think that she was capable of such intimacy. But tonight was different. Something changed within her between your intimate moment earlier and the day and that evening.

When you sat down on the couch, you snuggled into your usual corner. Natasha usually snuggled into the corner on the other side of the couch. But as she walked to the couch, you noticed she wasn’t heading for the same corner she normally did. Much to your surprise she sat down right next to you, snuggling up to you the way she normally did when the two of you were alone in your room. You lifted your arm up in surprise, wrapping it around her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around your middle, clinging to you as she nestled her head into your chest.

“Ho-ly shit. Never thought I’d live to see the day,” Tony exclaimed as he entered the living room, a bottle of beer in his hand. You smirked as Natasha unwrapped one of her arms from you to flip Tony off.

Same old Nat, you thought to yourself, pulling your snuggly girlfriend tighter to you as you drowned out the noise from the rest of the team.

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TONY STARK!

when Tony was young, you were his world but he just couldn't bring himself to tell you

pairing: young Tony Stark x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, angst? , english is not my first language

word count: 1,01k

let me know what you think!! reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are highly appreciated <33

Your laugher filled the halls of the big empty house the Starks resided in. Running through the big doors, the ones that were not locked, you enjoyed being chased by Tony. His shadows seemed to taunt you as you tried to figure out his hiding spot in the dining room, breathing heavily.

Tony watched. His soft lips grinning like the Cheshire cat, while his eyes trailed your body, then your face. God, he loved the way your mouth seemed to always be calling him, your eyes seemed to always be haunting him. Their striking color tattooed in his mind. He was sure he could never forget.

Your breasts heaved up and down as you were trying to catch your breath and the young Stark boy couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek, tempted. His ego wouldn't normally allow him to leave his hiding spot, but he knew he would always make excuses for you.

He started sneaking up behind you, but you were so focused on your own breath that you didn't hear his until it fanned against your neck. you turned around, shocked, while holding your hand over your heart. You shot him a crooked smile, loving the way his eyes told you everything his mouth couldn't.

You both knew that without you, the grieving of his parents would have ended in much worse scenarios than pissing himself while being drunk. You both knew that the last time before he would leave this house forever would have looked quite different than chasing each other and giggling loudly.

You were confident enough to say that he loved you and that you sure as hell loved him – but he wasn't.

You didn't pressure him in saying it, but you wished for nothing more than to hear it, see it scribbled on a little note or be shown by little, heartwarming gifts. You knew you were the one who had told him that you didn't want any gifts, but flowers wouldn't hurt. You were his angel. That's what he called you, that's what he told you and it was endearing enough for that smart brain of yours to stick around for years.

Trailing his brown orbs down to your legs, oh he loved your legs, you caressed his shoulders lovingly. "Got you baby.", he murmured, making you gulp, knowing the tone of his voice exactly. Slowly he trailed his hands up your hips, shoving your black jeans skirt up. "So soft, so pretty.", he whispered swiping a finger over your satin slip. "New?", he asked, already knowing the answer. He knew his girls panties well. You nodded, chewing your lip, before tucking on his band shirt. "I want to fuck you one last time in my bed, yeah? One last time baby." You nodded. In your mind he already had you down on your knees.

Scooping you up, his hands on your bum, you left soft bites around his neck, leaving a trail of marks. You licked his earlobe, knowing he loved it.

Tony unlocked his old bedroom door. It was even more unpersonal than before, but he didn't care as he threw you on the fresh sheets. You released a giggle as you bounced up and down, but stopped when he took of his shirt. Without another word, he opened your skirt button and slid it down your legs. He trailed a finger over the wet spot only created for him. "I'm tempted to leave them on." He kissed your button over the silk, earning a ragged breath from you.

"Tony.", you breathed, trailing your hands under your top, playing with your already hard nipples. Looking up at you, his eyes darkened even more. Tearing of your shirt, you shuddered. Tony wasn't a softy in bed. He liked you fucked wholeheartedly and to complete exhaustion, so when he started wildly licking your breasts, while shoving two fingers inside of you, pumping fast, you weren't startled knowing he was going to have you see stars in a minute. Gripping his neck, you pulled his head up kissing him hard. He scrunched his eyebrows. God, she's so perfect. "I'm going to...", you moaned, making him halt all his motions. You looked at him bewildered. "I want you to come around me baby. Can you do that for me?", he asked looking at you with adoration. "Yes please, please, please.", you wimpered. Not waiting any longer, he took his pants off. You watched as he pumped himself a few times before slamming into you. With fast and hard strokes, he became a moaning mess above you. He was loud and you loved it. "Fuck.", you moaned, raking your hands thru his soft locks. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

He looked up from watching himself get lost in you and locked eyes. They twinkled. You loved that too. "Tony!" You clenched, making him clench his jaw. "I-I-", you started, but were stopped from your eyes rolling into the back of your head, while he kept pounding into you. He slapped your breast watching your soft skin get red. You moaned loud as you came, your nails dugging into his back. Filling you up he slowed down, breathing hard. "Such a pretty pussy. Your so pretty angel. So good for me.", he cooed as he looked down at your messy self. His eyes twinkled. He called you angel. You loved that. "I love you."

You said it before. A few 'love yous' here and there, but this seemed intimate, and you could see your heart breaking in the look of his eyes. He sat up abruptly. "We should leave.", "Tony.", you pleaded, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. "Don't do that. I'm begging you." You knew Tony Stark. And you knew the moment you said those words to him, looking into his eyes, you would be sleeping alone tonight.

"Lets go." He left the room. Left the house. Leaving you naked on his old bed.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark smut #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n #young tony stark #marvel #iron man #peter parker #the avengers #imagine #tony stark imagine #howard stark

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Some DHMIS Headcannons about the teachers (mostly the webseries ones) because im bored and sick lmao- (part 1???? dunno???)

Sketchbook/Paige Hcs: 1 - They're probably pretty sensitive to sun light (Sun light fucks up paper if left too long there), So they mostly like to just chill inside the house- 2 - Uses both They/Them and She/Her pronouns, But still identifies as Nb 3 - Probably not that much of a speaker when with strangers, But when they're with friends, It's like not even fix tape would fucking shut them up/j (which i consider a nice trait tbh) 4 - Has a sort of sibling relationship with Tony- I just like imagining them acting as siblings that are constantly on each other's stuff to annoy lmao 5 - If they where a human, Would probably be albine/Have albinism- (Im gonna probably use this for gijinkas later jnhbjdssfg-) 6 - Stims using their pencil alot- Like tapping it or just straight up chomping it- Tony Hcs: 1 - Acts like he is tough/stubborn outside, But is probably a softie deep inside- 2 - I do imagine him using a cane sometimes- But he still can move "well" without it- (old man behaviour) 3 - Has a alternative form like Colin's digital form- With his body being like a smaller grandfather clock- 4 - Stims by just tapping his feet (like how one do when waiting or getting frustated-) or by constantly fixing his bowtie- 5 - Also, Talking about bowties- He probably has a hobbie of collecting customized ones- He just loves when people gift him new bowties Colin Hcs (oh this is gonna be alot): 1 - To start well; He can purr. Next point. 2 - Plays alot with his lil cable tail when bored or anxious 3 - For some reason i cant not imagine his behaviour being sometimes the mix of cat and dog- (Basically lazy fuck but that needs attention all the time)/j 4 - If was human, He would totally not have an arm or have a prothestic arm where his pointer (is this how u call that lil thing??) arm is- 5 - Is really bad at hidding his jealousy or just- emotions in general because of his screen that makes him pull out a queen from DT and show what he is thinking 6 - Y'know how windows error messages have that annoying loud sound? ...he can do that sound, whenever he wants and whenever he needs- so he uses it to annoy the shit out of everyone! 7 - His birthday is probably in the same day and year as the day the internet was created (1/1/1983), So he is actually 40 this year! 8 - Cat behaviour list fuck it; - Imagine if he stretches himself like a cat- - I still need to add this to my desing of him but; Probably has an eye different from another, To look like cat eyes- (that looks like 0 and 1) - By the sake of chaos; Will slowly push stuff to fall and then STARE at you for seconds like "what are you gonna do anyway?" after the thing falls to the ground- 9 - "Oh, But why so many cat/dog related hcs with him?" It's because every programmer is a furr-/j source: im a programmer myself--/j/j/j

----- Yea this is gonna need a second part if im gonna do all teachers kmjnhbnsakfgd-

#🌈!brainrot #dhmis headcanons #dhmis #dhmis sketchbook #dhmis colin #dhmis tony

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see-you-in-the-mourning · 2 years

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Now I obviously have to write a separate post for Shoni.

Now I love shoni. I love a good enemies to lovers arc but it just kind felt off this season. I know some people don’t like them because they think it’s toxic or they don’t really fit and they’re only together because they’re both gay but I do think they have something between them. I think their personalities balance each other out in different ways. Shelby was the bubbly outgoing one who was holding in a lot of dark shit and Toni was the one openly showing her dark and hostile side while hiding her softie side. I think in the first season they needed just a bit more in the development part of them to justify this season. I understood why Toni backed off Shelby after the kiss in season one and kind of calmed down because she could see the darkness and struggle Shelby had with being in the closet. But this season just seemed a bit strange. Don’t get me wrong I loved getting a ton of cute and hot shoni moments but it felt skewed to me. I feel like they fan serviced the moments a bit too much. I get the falling fast into love and doing it all the time but with the limited amount of time they gave the girls this season it seemed like they were trying to hit a quota before they imploded their relationship and tried to soften the blow with all the moments they had before. I think they could have honestly developed the relationship better and gave us a more well rounded development. They were trying to develop Shelby’s emotional development and Toni’s but I just think it felt more cheap. If they had dedicated more time to the girls this season I really think they could have built something really great. Though I am grateful they left on a hopeful tone at the end. Here’s hoping season 3 takes the time to build them up in a less shoe Horner manner but I won’t complain about all the scenes with them in it lol. On a side note about Shelby, anyone think there’s some weird stuff going on there? I can’t decide if I think that shot to her after Gretchen says something about an inside person is a misdirect because they do that a lot or if they’re gonna f up her whole character by making her a mole in season 3 just to be hoes. And also I thought the opening with Shelby singing and Toni was cute but also confusing. I know they were trying to go for a creative thing about her messing up but it seemed so out of place within the story and then they had the shot of her in her room? Which they hadn’t shown anyone else in their rooms except in the beginning so I just found it odd. And they never really explained what happened to her at the end of last season? I thought maybe Shelby had an allergic reaction to seafood in that bowl she had on her table and I couldn’t decide if she somehow did it on purpose to help Leah or if it was dean helping Leah or what? They showed one clip of her in the hospital bed and then never mentioned it again? I thought they’d show it in Leah’s plan flashback or something but idk? Anyways let me know what y’all think.

#the wilds on prime #the wilds spoilers #the wilds #the wilds season 2 #toni shalifoe #shelby goodkind #shelby x toni #shoni

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transpidergwen · 2 years

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Boy do I have words for anyone who has declared Allison irredeemable this season. She has lost everything, is traumatized and angry, and makes a lot of bad decisions as a result.

Well I've got news for you male protags have been doing worse for decades often with little to no explanation and y'all are obsessed with them, but God forbid a woman loses literally everything and displays an appropriate amount of grief and rage.

This post is not intended to excuse Allison's actions but rather point out the double standard with regard to "complex" toxic male characters and how fans have overlooked them taking many of the same actions as Allison, yet Allison has been blacklisted by apparantly the majority of viewers this season. I will now list some instances off the top of my head, feel free to add your own, there are plenty I'll miss.

Bellamy Blake: attempted murder in episode one, hanging of a minor in episode four, committed genocide in season two, massacred hundreds of people in season three

Damon Salvatore: committed assault and murder by episode 3 for funsies cuz he was bored and boy oh boy it did not stop there

Chuck Bass: haven't watched the show but I've heard some shit, if you've seen it you know

Joe Goldberg: my GOD the internet is horny for this man. Murder, gaslighting, etc

Anakin Skywalker: murdered children, subjugated entire galaxy to decades of authoritarian rule

Tony Stark: hard to list off specifics this man was just generally misogynistic and toxic for 90% of the MCU. Did his damn best to kill Bucky and then Cap. "But Bucky killed his parents" if that's your takeaway you're beyond help, he was brainwashed and mind controlled and if Rhody's suit got hacked and killed people with him inside would you say that's his fault too?

William Butcher: all around garbage man, displays many of the exact same behaviors as Allison this season except that's just who he is, day in day out. I know he's some of y'alls favorite, I see you and judge you relentlessly

Pretty much any male lead in any romcom circa 1970-2010. "He's toxic but underneath he's a softie isn't that romantic" no it's not that's the patriarchy's propaganda machine talking. Oh look Joe Goldberg is an explicit commentary on that archetype and it went right over your heads or worse

#boy this is a spicy one #probably gonna be a bloodbath #if your reflex is to um actually this post then you’ve missed the point which is tragic because its directed at you #I don’t care what you have to say so fuck off and move on with your life please and thank you #the umbrella academy #tua #the umbrella academy spoilers #tua spoilers #tua season three #allison hargreeves #my posts #tw: abuse #abuse mention

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oooh eva darling tell me about your favourite fictional character! hugging you ❤️

hi loooove ❤️ hugging you back!!

as fiction lover i do have many (newt, peeta, sam, alec, ned and yadda yadda), but i guess i have to go with tony stark. his character arc is magnificent. it was done so beautifully and well. an asshole on the outside (because he was scared to open up), but softie on the inside. someone with deep rooted issues (just like almost every single person on this planet), trying so very hard to not act the same as someone who put them there. fucking sassy, sarcastic and many times mean too, but also passionate, loving, caring and most of all self-less. from brat to biggest superhero there is, i don't make the rules.

i miss him. or will miss him? considering he canonically dies this year, october 16 (AND ISN'T THAT FUCKING POETIC????)

sleepover saturday

#sleepover saturday

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casspurrjoybell-17 · 2 years

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HEART'S REDEMPTION - CHAPTER 25

*Warning: Adult Content*

Sam Asato stares at the burnt wreck of the car with a strange expression shifting over his face.

His dark red eyes narrow as he surveys the blackened ground and his gold-feathered wings shift uneasily on his back.

"There are traces of magic here," he says, his short, sharp fangs showing as he bites his bottom lip.

"The car didn't just burn. Someone used it as the focal point for a ritual. Whatever happened here, it wasn't anything good."

"A ritual? For what?" Ian Foley asks, still studying the charred frame of the car, working up the courage to look inside and see if it contains a corpse.

"I don't know," Sam says quietly.

"All I can tell is it was something dark. I can see the...shadow of a symbol of some kind. Any idea what this means?

He kneels and traces something in the dirt.

It looks like an oblong oval with a horizontal line through the center.

"No," Ian says.

"It looks familiar but no idea. We can look it up when we get back to the Lodge. How about you, Carlos? Seen that before?"

Carlos Martinez shakes his head.

"Sorry man. Magick is, like, kind of above my pay grade, you know? Maybe I come from a family of Asesinos but I'm just a guy who works in a bar and helps out in his aunt's auto shop sometimes. And gets possessed a lot," he adds with a shrug. "If you want to know more about rituals and symbols and shit, you'd be better off asking Toni."

"She or your mom, didn't teach you about that stuff?" Ian asks, curious.

Ian: ‘My own dad had tried to teach me everything he knew when I was a kid. It had been like attending regular school and being home-schooled at the same time and I hadn't excelled at either. Now that my dad was gone, I regretted not having tried harder to learn from him back then. Whatever knowledge I'd failed to absorb whatever he'd failed to pass on now it was lost to me forever, taken to the grave.’

Carlos stares off at the horizon, hands on his hips.

"No," he says.

"I guess if you want to be technical, my family weren't Asesinos. They were Asesinas. Only the women got the knowledge. The men could help out the way I did with Toni's exorcisms but they were never let in on all the cool secrets and shit."

"Huh. That's like my family but the opposite," Ian says.

"Until recently, the male side had all the power. I think it's better now that things are more equal. Maybe Toni would teach you, too, if you asked."

Carlos lifts a shoulder.

"Maybe. The thing is, I don't know that I'm interested. I'd rather just be a normal guy."

"Speaking of normal guys," Ian says, turning to look at Sam,

"You'd better lose those wings before the Walkers show up."

Sam nods and shuts his eyes but when he opens them, he still looks like a golden angel with horns.

"Urgh," he groans.

"I thought I had the hang of this. Fuck me. What if I'm stuck like this now?"

He looks down at his talon-tipped hands with a frown.

"You usually turn back after you satisfy your desires, right?" Ian says. "So...what do you want?"

Sam laughs.

"Right now? Nothing we can do at a possible murder scene, with Carlos watching and a dead body a few feet away."

"Nothing?" Ian asks, raising my brows at him.

"There must be something you want that doesn't require an X-rating."

Sam gives him a lop-sided, sharp-toothed grin but it slowly fades into a softer smile.

"Fine," he says.

"Just hold me, okay? And say that you love me again."

Despite the grim setting, Ian laughs.

"For a demon, you sure are a softie," he says, shaking his head as he slides his arms around Sam’s back and under his wings, pulling him close.

"Are all... uh... what did you call them? Ai..."

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still-single · 9 months

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HEATHEN DISCO no. 346 (aired July 16th, 2023) for your listening

Extra heathen-esque, really discofied. A clean neighborhood is a hard job, but it starts with a deep breath and clean VCR heads. Stay loose and be ready for anything/anyone coming at you.

New songs inside by Wireheads, High Priest, V/Z, Jim O'Rourke, Luggage, Melenas and the Softies.

I was out in the field pulling insane disco records from under shelves blocked off by stepladders and other garbage over the weekend, and part of that work is reflected in this show. Enjoy the fruits of my labor.

HOUR 1

Super Dragons – Superdragon

Titanic – Sultana

Orange Peel – I Got No Time

Curtiss Maldoon – Man from Afghanistan

April Wine – You Could Have Been a Lady

Wireheads - Detective

High Priest – Universe

Captain Planet – No Place Better

Charlélie Couture – Missipi Dancing

Matrix – Stay (I Need Your Love)

23 Skidoo – Version (from the Palace)

T99 – Invisible Sensuality

Croatian Amor – Any Path to Touch the Stars

Crown Heights Affair – Say a Prayer for Two

HOUR 2

Marboo – What About Love

Bumblebee Unlimited – Everybody Dance

My Mine – Hypnotic Tango

Renegade Soundwave – Mash-Up

David Bowie – Golden Years

Silver Apples – Program

Ben Chasny & Rick Tomlinson – Wait for Low Tide

V/Z – Habadash

New Order – Everything’s Gone Green

Caroline K – Mirrorball

Lyn Collins – Rock Me Again & Again & Again & Again & Again & Again

Michel Colombier – Incantation

Jim O’Rourke – You Have No Idea What I Want

HOUR 3

Six Finger Satellite – Deadpan

Luggage – Hand Is Bad

The Serfs – Debt World

Jane Birkin & Serge Gainsbourg – Jane B.

Virgin Prunes – Pagan Lovesong

Melenas – 1000 Canciones

Giorgio – Underdog

Meat Beat Manifesto & DHS – International Sound System

Demis Roussos – L.O.V.E. Got a Hold of Me

Unique 3 – Weight for the Bass (3 Ton Mix)

Tintin – Kiss Me (Francois K mix)

The Softies – Walk Away

Tony Molina – Walk Away

Gang Starr – DWYCK

#heathendisco #disco #chicago #mosurock #chirpradio #live mix

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maryo274 · 3 years

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"Ok, look, I know you're not my dad, but you've been acting like you were ever since before I began training under your watch. You're not the most affectionate guy there is but I can tell you care about me, your actions say it all. You see, I lost the only other person who's been a dad to me since I was a little kid and it's been pretty rough but I honestly believe I would have had a much worse time dealing with it if you weren't there for me so... uuuh.... I know this might be a little weird for you but... Happy Father's Day, Mr. Stark. Love you tons." said the kid while handing his mentor a small gift and wrapping his arms around him with a huge smile.

"You are one weird little guy, you know that?" Tony said while hugging the kid back with one arm. He was trying to sound tough but even with his eyes closed, Peter could tell Tony was smiling, his heartbeat was fast and if the warm tear drop falling on his face was anything to go by, the old man was not that cold-hearted after all.

Tony associated Father's Day with grief and conflicted feelings towards his own father, but now he was suddenly a dad to a loud, self-sacrificing, reckless and nerdy super enhanced teenager. And no matter how much he tried to hide it, he loved him so much and was proud to somehow be his old man.

I know it's not Father's Day yet, but I made this doodle in my notebook last night and I loved how it turned out so I had to make it digital immediately. My favorite pseudo-father and son duo. Although they didn't have that much time on screen together, the depth of their bond was made pretty clear.

Just remember a dad isn't always the one you share your blood with, it's the one who stands there next to you and guides you through life and cares for your well-being, the one who teaches you to be the best version of yourself, the one who makes you happy and protects you, the one who believes in you no matter what.

I honestly can't say I had some good experiences with my dad, he wasn't usually at home and after I entered college he basically left home and cut ties with us. I can honestly say that the closest to a father figure I've had are my uncle, who always calls to know how I'm doing, he's taught me some important life lessons, and my mom who's taken the role of both mom and dad throughout my life and hers. Given my life experiences I have one goal in life I HAVE to fulfill before I die. Regardless of what carreer I end up having, I want to be a better father to my kids than my own father was for me, like Tony's trying to be for Peter.

Remember to always respect and love your dads or father figures the way they have loved and cared for you.

Happy Father's Day, everyone.

If you like my art support with a reblog, it is appreciated. And you’re always welcome to comment too.

#tony stark #ironman #irondad #robert downey jr #peter parker #spider man #spider son #tom holland #irondad and spiderson #father's day #tony's a softy on the inside #peter parker is a precious being #happy fathers day #my art

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batmanqa12 · 2 years

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#dettlaff van der eretein #shinsou hitoshi #silco #vernon roche #remus lupin #brienne of tarth #hannibal lecter #edward nygma #i guess i like tough from outside and softie inside #tony stark

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 years

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Giant Teddy Bear (Peter Parker X Male!Reader)

Characters: Peter Parker x Male!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Request: Peter Parker x male reader who is an avenger as well and is really tough looking but anytime Peter looks at him and smiles he just stumbles and flushes and is really awkward because he likes Peter? and the team is laughing because they think “How are you so flustered around him? You’re like a human tank” and since Tony knows that Peter likes the male reader aswell he helps them get together and even than reader is still a big awkward softie for Peter.

When your name was brought up in conversation, certain words were often used to describe you; Strong, practically bulletproof, mini hulk (Tony’s nickname for you originally, adopted by Bruce in a more affectionate manner later), and according to some people on social media who were apparently fans of your work, a himbo. Where did that last one come from? Well through abrupt interactions with the media making it clear you were sort of socially awkward but kind, and also, some comments Tony had made to the press when they asked about you. He described you as ‘soft for someone special’. You nearly killed Tony when you saw it on your feed.

He wasn’t wrong though. You were soft for someone, and that someone was Tony’s intern, the nerdy, sweet and clumsy Peter Parker who was also known as Spiderman. Despite being the same age as Peter, you had been put on the Avengers team much earlier, admittedly much earlier than anyone on the team had liked, but you had quickly proved yourself, being quite literally a human tank- your body had an immunity to blunt trauma, so anything from fist fights to a bomb dropping on you didn’t hurt, and you also had enhanced strength. Also through exposure in the field, you found that apparently bullets count as ‘blunt’ but not blades or shrapnel. So yes, technically bulletproof. Your body also showed your strength like with Thor and Steve, but you still had a baby face that made it clear to everyone- you were still young.

Anyway, back to your crush on Peter Parker. Somehow despite the press pressure and literally all the Avengers knowing and teasing you relentlessly, the boy was unaware of your feelings towards him. How? You had no clue, but you were thankful for it. If he knew, you’d drop dead, but apparently your older colleagues were trying to kill you, because they were forcing you to work with Peter at every living opportunity, Tony especially.

Today, Tony had decided to send you and Peter on a minute mission together to take down some organised crime, nothing huge. The worst part was that it made sense for you both to work together- you were a human tank, being the brute strength and shield when needed, being big and intimidating, the meer sight of you often making men surrender immediately, and Peter’s speed and agility and technologically advanced suit taking down any security helping to round up anyone who didn’t give up immediately. And so, swallowing your crush, you made your way to the agreed meeting spot- Aunt May’s Apartment. Since she also knew about him being Spiderman, she had no problem with you coming around to plan the action of attack and get ready there. It also meant you could wear something more comfy and not attract attention on your way there.

You arrived at the door, knocking gently on the door and waiting for the door to open, fumbling and playing with the string of your jacket as you heard someone rushing to the door before it was wrenched open, and you were greeted by a beaming Peter, and you couldn’t help the pull of a smile on your cheeks as he pulled you inside. You called a greeting to his aunt, hearing her call back before you were pulled into Peter’s bedroom.

“Okay- okay- okay, I just got a text from Mr Stark.” Peter told you immediately as soon as the door shut. You immediately perked up, two things immediately coming to mind: Had something changed or gotten more serious relating to the mission, or was Tony up to his old tricks of trying to push you two together? Answer? Both.

“Well apparently new info came up on them and it’s bigger than they thought so Mr Stark went and dealt with it for us, so now we have this afternoon free!” He explained to you.

“Oh that’s great!... So what are we doing instead?... Do you uh… want me to go home?” You offered, though very quickly Peter shook his head.

“No I want you to stay- well, we don’t have to stay here, but I want to hang out with you- that’s if you want to of course!” Peter fumbled, practically tripping over his own words in a rush to get it out. You heard your heard speed up a little bit at the offer.

“Uh- sure, yeah. We can hang out, what do you want to do?” You asked him, once again messing with your jacket. Your inner voice was telling you to calm down, that this was just you two hanging out as friends, nothing more, but your heart still raced.

“Well I was wondering if you wanted to go to the park? They’re holding a sort of festival there today, and then if you want to afterwards we could go to the movies?” He suggested to you rather excitedly, and once again you felt that pull on your lips, forcing a smile from you.

“Yeah! That sounds like a ton of fun!” You agreed.

“Great! Um… one thing…” He said, now being the one to appear nervous, and you nodded for him to continue. “How do you feel about considering this a date?”

“A date?” You repeated, certain you didn’t hear him right, I mean, there’s no way he said that, right?

“Yeah! T-That’s if you want to of course! If you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I don’t want to make it awkward between us.” He assured you. You couldn’t help but eye him suspiciously, wondering if Tony had pushed him to do this. “Really if you don’t want to we don’t have to, we can just be friends, I don’t mind-”

“No!” You snapped out of it, before realising what you’d said. “Wait- I’m saying no to not wanting it to be a date- I mean I want it to be a date! I’d love to go on a date with you!”

This wasn’t going well.

You sighed with stress, covering your face and feeling how warm your cheeks were. “Can we try this again?” You asked. Peter, bless him, laughed lightly.

“Okay… Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me to the park and to the movies?” He asked. You lowered your hands, looking at Peter who was grinning and waiting patiently, despite already knowing the answer.

“Yes. I would love to.”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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shangchiswife · 2 years

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steve rogers- beach day

summary: y/n and steve go to the beach to relax

word count: 848

You sat at the beach with your fingers plunged through the grainy sand. Your eyes were closed as you concentrated on the sound of the waves crashing. The sun beat your back in a comforting way.

It had been your first vacation in a long time.

Usually, you were surrounded by piles of papers and were exhausted from lack of sleep. Being Tony Stark's assistant was a tedious job. You were constantly running around trying to keep up with the billionaire.

Now you were sitting at the beach relaxed as you opened your eyes, grabbed your picnic basket, and dove inside of it and pulled out a grilled cheese sandwich.

You glanced over at the clear blue water and sighed as you looked down at your sandwich. The cheese was melted and the bread was toasted.

Your mouth watered.

Just before you could sink your teeth into the sandwich, you heard heavy footsteps in the sand.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," you said as you grinned up at your boyfriend, Steve.

"To be fair I got lost so Natasha had to drive me," the blonde replied as he sat beside you on the plaid blanket which was coated in a layer of golden sand.

"I bet you didn't even know that there were beaches in New York," you teased as Steve shook his head gently.

"I did but I just I didn't know how to get here," Steve argued.

"We both know that that's a lie," you stuck your tongue out at him as Steve offered her a cheesy smile in return.

"Anyways where's Nat?" you asked as you squinted into the distance.

"I think she grabbed a beer for her car and started walking around the beach I don't know," Steve admitted.

"Why don't you ask her to join us, I mean I made snacks!" you stood up and smoothed out the white dress you were wearing. The dress had large yellow sunflowers all over it.

"No, stay with me, I don't want her to eat my food," Steve pouted.

Steve pulled you back down with his strong muscular arms knocking you into his lap.

"Jesus, Rogers!" you breathed as Steve cradled you in his arms.

Steve kissed your cheek gently.

"You're such a softie," you rolled your eyes.

"I know, now will you feed me your snacks?" Steve gave you puppy eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," you climbed out of his lap and rummaged through your picnic basket while Steve watched you admiringly.

The two of you had first met when you had bumped into Steve at the Avengers Tower and all of your neatly stacked papers had fallen out of her hands. Right before you could yell at the person who knocked your papers down you were blinded by Steve's beautiful concerned blue eyes.

"Are you okay? I'm really sorry, I wasn't looking," Steve had said as he helped you pick up the papers.

What caught you off guard was how genuine and honest he was.

"It's okay it was clearly a mistake," you had shrugged it off.

After that, Steve had purposely started bumping into you just to talk to you. After a few more meetings the two of you had started hanging out more and finally Steve had asked you out.

You pulled out another grilled cheese sandwich and handed it over to the super-soldier.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Steve licked his lips and he bit into the sandwich.

"And then I also brought two cupcakes," you pulled out a cupcake that had blue frosting and little red stars on it.

"Well it's a good thing that Nat isn't here because then she would've had my cupcake," Steve joked.

You let out a small laugh and then turned around and faced the blonde.

He was already finished with his grilled cheese sandwich.

"How-how are you done what the hell? It's been like a minute and you already finished the sandwich," you looked amazed as Steve shrugged his shoulders.

"I eat food I like quickly," he spoke simply as you laughed again.

"Here you go a cupcake just for you," you handed him the blue cupcake.

"Thank you," he took it and started munching on it while you returned to your sandwich and started eating it.

You looked at her boyfriend's face and giggled. It was glazed with blue frosting now.

"What?" Steve furrowed his eyebrows.

You took out a napkin from her picnic basket and started wiping his face.

"Oh wow that's a lot of blue," Steve's eyes were wide as you finished wiping his face.

You giggled and then took out your cupcake which had white frosting on it and bit into it.

You closed your eyes and moaned at the delicious taste of the cupcake.

Steve had slid beside you and put his arm around you as you snuggled close to him. His navy blue buttoned-down shirt was extremely comfortable.

You put down your cupcake on the plaid blanket and sighed.

"Are you done with your cupcake, honey?" Steve looked down at his partner who nodded.

Your eyelids became heavy and your mind went fuzzy as you placed your head in the crook of Steve's neck.

"Is my darling sleepy?" Steve whispered as you didn't respond. Your head drooped and gentle snores came from you.

Steve chuckled as he pulled you in closer and kissed your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, angel,"

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cheelseaaaa · 2 years

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A Widow and a God on Skates

A Widow and a God on skates

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: A perfect day for skating, no? Well... until some got bumped up... literally

Warnings: Natasha Romanoff is mad.

Word count: 807

A/N: My Christmas entries are until 23rd of December. English is not my first language.

Third entry for my Christmas entries.

A/N: Sorry, this is late I know… its just that, I enjoy our adventure yesterday that I forgot to post…

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The Avengers compound is huge. The building that houses the avengers, with a separate building to house the agents, a storage warehouse, and a big field for agents to do recreational activities.

Since its winter and it's snowing and the whole compound is covered in snow and the lake froze. A lot of activities can be done all day. Snowball fighting, building snowmen, and skiing. But the one you're going for today is ice skating. Instead of paying a hundred bucks for an ice rink in the mall, you guys decided to use the frozen lake by the compound as a rink. So, you ordered skates online.

Everyone is on the lake skating with their kids. Tony's teaching Morgan how to skate, even though he, himself, doesn't know how to, Clint's teaching Nate, his youngest, how to do a trick while his eldest kids are competing on who is a better skater, and Natasha who is trying her best to teach Naomi, who just wants to tag along with you in the kitchen, how to keep her feet steady.

“Hun, how can you enjoy the winter if you won't do anything?” Natasha crouched in front of her and places her hand on Naomi's shoulder. Naomi lightly stomped her feet and looks at her annoyed. “I want mommy.”

“Don't you want mama?”

“I love you, mama. But I want mommy. It's’ cold here and it’s warm inside, where mommy is.” Naomi said while gesturing at the main building where you are right now. Natasha sighs before standing, “Fine, I'll let you be with mommy but we need to at least have 4 laps here. Is that okay?” Naomi nods before grabbing Natasha's hand. Natasha then pulls Naomi slowly so they could move even in the slightest inch.

You on the other hand exited the main building and stopped on your tracks when you saw your wife and your daughter interacting on the frozen lake. You fish your phone in your pocket to take a photo of that precious moment. When Thor zooms in while singing 'Let it go'. Who would have thought that the god of thunder, is a softie?

You started to film the Avengers so you have something to post on your IG. People love to see the things Avengers do when they are not saving the world and you are the world's insider.

“Don’t you want to wear something warm, Thor? It’s cold!” Sam shouted trying to catch up on Thor. He turns around while skating backwards. “♪The cold never bothered me anyway♪” he sang.

“Uncle Thor, not because you are blonde and have powers doesn't mean you can be Elsa!” Nate, your son, not Clint's, shouted making Thor turn around but before he knew it, he bumped into Natasha making Natasha fall on her butt.

“Uh-oh...”

Your eyes widen, you immediately put your skates on and ran to their direction. “Natasha, no! stand down!” You shouted trying to stop her from murdering Thor. Running on snow while wearing skates is a hard job, it makes running slow.

“If I, were you, I'm gonna run.” Bucky said making Thor laugh lightly, “I am the mighty Thor! I am not scared of anything, even Lady Natasha.” Everyone ran away leaving Thor behind. Natasha stood up, her face is neutral, but you can see the imaginary smoke coming from her nose and ears that make you run faster towards them.

“Thor Odinson. You may be the god of thunder but I am telling you, this Lady standing in front of you will be the death of you.” Natasha threatens making Thor widen his eyes before skating away then Natasha skates chasing Thor around the frozen lake. Naomi is now walking towards you, who Clint saved from her mother's wrath towards the god, and Nate who is also walking towards you.

“Mama will not kill Uncle Thor. Right?” Nate asked worriedly. “Well... I can't say she won’t... We'll see.” you said still watching your Wife skate around the lake and hearing Thor's cries for help.

Natasha and Thor suddenly stop making everyone wonder. And before everyone knew it Natasha and Thor suddenly disappear from the lake. Everyone runs including the kids to the lake and saw a big hole. Thor and Natasha broke the Frozen Lake.

“Jesus Christ, Natasha! Thor!” You call when you didn't see any sign of her. seconds later your wife's head and your friend's head emerge on your line of vision making you sigh in relief. Thank God their fine.

You pulled Natasha while Steve and the others pulled Thor. “We need to do something about your temper.”

“Thor started it. I just ended it.”

“Yeah. you ended it by making you both plunge in the cold water.”

“Now we don't have any free place to skate,” Nate said making everyone groan in realization.

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A/N: Should I start doing request or nah? Should I also make taglist? Feedback is very much appreciated. I am posting every Monday and Thursday

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