#the final agents of shield tag game

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 14: Uniform - Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You worked for SHIELD and had a huge crush on Natasha, so what do you do when she corners you one day, begging for your help as her zipper is broken and she's struggling to remove her uniform.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, anxious!reader, mutual pining, kissing, flirting, fingering, oral

A.N: Sorry this is a day late!

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“I need your help”, came the sultry feminine voice from your bedroom door, completely snapping you out of the fantasy world you were currently daydreaming about from the book in your hand.

You knew who was there before turning in her direction in shock and surprise. “Help? Me? You need me?” your cheeks warmed at your noticeable stutter with questioning as you looked at the beautiful red-haired woman standing at your door. Natasha Romanoff was smirking at you with her hand on her hip and wearing the tight-fitting black widow suit, recently returning from a mission. She looked dangerous and deadly, but from what you could see, none of her weapons were attached to her anymore, even though she was a weapon. 

Natasha tilted her head to the side, her eyes flicking across the room, taking in every detail of your bedroom, and you wished you had cleaned up before she arrived. Standing nervously from your bed, your book is thrown onto the bedside drawer without marking the page with the urgency to give the woman your attention.

She doesn’t say anything; she just continues to look at you with her piercing eyes before nodding her head in the opposite direction, a sign that she wants you to follow her down the hall. You were a SHIELD agent and are currently staying at the Avengers headquarters as you continue to train for missions. You’d made some good friends here and enjoyed finally being able to use your skills for something that mattered.

This was all until you realised that the Avengers themselves actually lived there, not just the agents. You assumed they had their own homes for privacy, but this was not the case, so day after day, you had to see people like Natasha who could casually walk into your bedroom. Your crush on the Avengers was rampant, having admired her since before even joining the institute. Who wouldn’t find her attractive? She was among the most fierce and beautiful women you’d ever seen.

Natasa, ever the spy, was well aware of the effect she had on others and, most of the time, enjoyed shooting down anyone who attempted to flirt with her, walking away without a glance back at them. But not you. Never you. It is evident to everyone who worked at the  Avengers headquarters that you had a deep-seated crush on Natasha, from the fleeting glances out of the corner of your eyes or how you would stammer and stutter over your words when she was close by. You were fascinated with her, but rather than being a strong, independent woman, you resorted to being a nervous wreck, hardly even looking her in the eye because you were so anxious to talk to the beautiful woman.

This only became a fun game for Natasha, who found your crush incredibly endearing, cute even and found any excuse possible to try to talk to you, even adding your name to missions so that she knew you were close by. The more time she spent with you, the more she developed her crush; she was just better at hiding it. It was a fun little game at your expense, and today, Natasha was hoping it would be the end to it all, bored with the teasing.

Natasha walked confidently down the hall, through a set of double doors and into the Avengers section of the building. You nearly tripped over your feet, trying to look around at the area you’d not been to before she halted in front of a door, entered a key code and walked in. The weapons and expensive dress decorating the indicted where she’d taken you. You paused on the threshold to her bedroom, unsure if she meant for you to follow her in here, but she urgently waved you further so she could close the door.

Hiding your trembling fingers behind your back, you turned towards Natasha, your eyes wandering above her head as you couldn’t stomach looking into her beautiful face. “So, um, what do you need help with, Miss Romanoff?”

Natasha tried not to grin at the formal way you addressed her. “It’s pretty embarrassing, actually”, she began, her posture changing completely as her shoulders hunched slightly inwards whilst curling some of her red hair behind her ears to appear as if she was embarrassed. “My zip snapped during the mission, and now, I can’t remove my uniform, and the material has been specially made, so I can’t just cut it off��.

Your mouth suddenly filled with saliva as you automatically glanced at where her zipper stopped, just above her cleavage. Once you realised you were staring, you quickly looked back down to the ground, finding the carpet incredibly interesting all of a sudden.

“Why are you asking me for help and not the seamstress?” you asked when you finally found the courage to find your voice.

“The seamstress doesn’t work on Saturdays, and you’re one of the only people I trust here, so I need to hold the two pieces of material together at the top, and you somehow shimmy the zip down”.

There was only white noise blasting through your head at her request, and without giving yourself time to overthink, you closed the distance between each other. The tips of your shoes brushed against hers as you lifted your fingers to grab the zip buckle. Natasha could see the tremor in your fingertips as she grabbed the two sections of material and tried to squeeze them together.

It was difficult at first to grab the metal, especially as your hands began to sweat, but ever so slowly, the zip descended lower, inch by inch. More of her skin began to be revealed. Her cleavage, her sternum, then lower over her navel until the very edge of her public area, which, to your amazement, was neatly trimmer and a brunette shade.

As you comprehended what you were actually looking at, you stepped away, hands rubbing at your sides like you’d made the gravest mistake possible, scared that Natasha would be upset for revealing so much of her body. However, the assassin was unphased and began to pull her arms from her uniform, pushing the black material off her shoulders, down her waist and hips and then kicking off her shoes and attire, leaving it in a pile on the floor.

“You… You don’t wear any underwear beneath your uniform”, you whispered beneath your breath in awe before quickly looking at that entertaining patch of carpet on the floor, realising you’d been staring at her naked body. Your entire body heated with embarrassment and arousal as you crossed one leg over the other to try and squeeze your thighs together to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling. 

Natasha shrugged at your observation, “I find that the uniform is so tight that I can’t wear any underwear without the seams being seen, so it’s easier to go without”. Nodding your head at her explanation, you continued looking anywhere but at her. Natasha took a dainty step towards you, her smile growing more prominent, “Are you afraid of nakedness?”

You make a point of forcing yourself to look at her whilst folding your arms over your chest. “No, of course not. I just thought it would be polite to give you some privacy”.

Natasha bites the inside of her lips to stop from just outright grinning and laughing in your face. “I don’t mind. You can look”, she quips whilst raising one of her eyebrows suggestively.

You weren’t sure if this was a test, but as your eyes lowered, you thanked whatever gods were listening to this one moment that you would remember for the rest of your life. She was well toned, given her lifestyle and training methods, and scars littered over her body, which was evidence of her work as stabbings or gunshots clearly created them. You were mesmerised by her beauty, from her perfectly trimmed mound, her toned abs, and up to her round, full breasts.

Until that is, something piqued your interest, “Do you have your nipples pierced?”

Natasha tipped her head back and laughed, looking down at her perked nipples with a shrug of her shoulders, making them jiggle with the movement. “Yeah, they’ve made me quite sensitive, but I thought it would be fun. Plus, they’re super cute”.

“You are”, you say, admiring her breasts, but then your eyes go wide in shock, realising what you’d just said and the soft tone you’d said it in. “I mean, they are- the piercings are -I didn’t mean to sound inappropriate, sorry. I didn’t mean- I just- I wasn't, um-”

Natasha took a step forward, closing the gap entirely so that you could now feel the warmth of her skin; she was that close. Her beautiful, naked body within your bubble, you never wanted it to leave.

“It’s ok, I know what you meant. You’re cute when you’re all embarrassed”.

“I…I am?” you say, looking at her like she had grown another head because there was no way Natasha Romanoff just called you cute in any sense of the word, especially when you’re whining away anxiously.

“You are. Might be why I asked you to come and help me rather than the others. Nothing like a cute girl helping to undress me”. You flush at the obvious flirtatious advances, trying your hardest to continue looking into her forest-green eyes that seem to delve deep into your soul. “You’re even more cuter when you’re like this. Reacting more to my words than my naked body. God, I could just eat you right up.” Natasha lifts her slender fingers and runs the back of them over your eyes and around your ear. “I’ve been watching you, y’know?. It's so hard to talk to a cute girl like you when you’re running away from me every time I enter the room”.

“I’m just nervous”, you say and instantly chastise yourself for stating the obvious.

It doesn’t, phas Natasha thought as her other hand gently grasped yours, interlocking your fingers as she stated, “I know. You don’t have to be nervous, Sugar. I only want good things, I promise”.

She lifts the hand that is holding hers, kissing the palm ever so softly and then moves it so you’re holding her face. “You don’t have to be nervous to do anything with me”, Natasha continues, “I want you to feel safe with me. I want to get to know you on a personal and physical way, if you understand what I’m alluding to”.

Your mouth didn’t want to work, with the worry of just blurting out that you were in love with her, so you nodded your head to show your understanding. Being brave, you allowed your fingers to explore her sharp cheekbones, admiring the delicateness of her skin and shocked when she even began to nuzzle into your palm.

“Can I touch you?” she asks sincerely, her eyes wide with hope and yet restrained, not wanting to frighten you off. As your fingers brush through her silky hair, you nod your head, wanting her very much to touch you in any way possible.

Natasha lifts both hands to press against your hairline, exploring your face like she was trying to map every inch of you. Lower she descended, over your cheeks, your nose and finally your lips, pulling on the bottom one with her thumb, which had your eyes automatically dropping to look at hers.

You want to kiss so severely that it almost makes you ache and beg. It seemed Natasha also knew this and had another idea in mind as she implored in the most innocent voice, “Touch me lower”.

You do as instructed, over her jaw and down her long neck, then press her collarbones again, wondering if this is the area where you should stop. However, Natasha raises her eyebrow again in question, so you take that as your queue to explore lower. Your eyes never leave hers as your fingers run down the centre of her sternum, directly between her breasts, until they stop at the base of her sternum.

Deciding to be brave for once in your life, your fingers skimmed the underside of her heavy breasts, and you watched in delight as her breath hitched, chest leaning into the touch. You take this as a good sign and reach for her hard nipples that have a simple metal bar through the centre.

Natasha groans, even though all you’ve done is graze over the bundle of nerves. “So sensitive”, she explains and reminds you of her predicament.

Pulling your hand away, thinking you’d done something she didn’t want, you apologise quickly, “Sorry!”

However, with her lightning-fast reaction, Natashas quickly grabs your retreating hands and pulls them back to cup her again. “I like it. I like everything you do to me and want to do”.

Before you can overthink anymore, Natasha is pressing her face towards yours, eyes closing and lips connecting with yours. Your whole body reacts instantly, leaning closer and mewling into her mouth, pushing harder. Her lips were so plump they felt like soft, warm clouds against your face, and you’re obsessed, crazy for more, never wanting this moment to stop.

But of course, it does as Nat pulls back for a second, and you’re trying to chase after her with your lips, which causes the woman to giggle. “Can I take this off?” she asks, pulling on the bottom of your shirt. You nod, heart beating so hard on your chest you were sure she would be able to hear. Lifting your arms above your head, Natasha removes the article of clothing and begins to admire your black bra. “I love this”. She eyes it for a second before realising that it unclasps from the front. Natasha internally praised you for being so beautiful as she reached to undo the clasp, exposing your breasts to her.

She moans in wonderment at your beauty, cursing herself for waiting this long before making a move. Natasha couldn’t wait any long as her head dipped to lick across your nipple, causing your back to arch to press her face closer, and your fingers gripped into her hair to hold her there.

Something seemed to snap in you, whether the confidence blooming in your core or the anxiety melting away. Either way, you were in this situation, and there was no way you were letting it go to waste. As the red-haired woman sealed her lips around your other nipple, licking and sucking the bud into her mouth, you swiftly pulled her off by your hands behind in her hair, but only to kiss her deeply and passionately.

Whether it was your enthusiasm to kiss her or Natasha’s excitement that you were beginning to feel more confident, something knocked the two of you back so that you were now led on her perfectly made bed. Natasha doesn’t waste a second and is climbing on top of you, straddling your waste with her naked body now hovering over yours. You touch her everywhere now, her thighs, over her arse to pull her hips closer, up her back to then cup her head.

It was everything you wanted and more; couldn’t get enough of her taste, smell, and warmth. Everything about her, you wanted it every day, all the time. She was sweet and delicate with you, but eventually, Natasha too was becoming fevering with her touches and needing more of you.

“I wanna taste you”, she admits against your lips, just as her tongue dares to peek before yours.

“Are you sure?” you asked uncertainly.

Natasha laughed against your mouth, moving to kiss down your throat over the areas that had your toes curling as she confirmed, “Yes, I’m sure I want to eat you out.”

Your only answer was a grin that caused your cheeks to ache with how giddy you felt. Natasha kissed your lips once more before shuffling down your body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, tasting every area of your skin she could reach, and spending special particular attention on your breasts. Teasing and sucking on them until you begged her to move lower with how intense your arousal was becoming. 

Natasha noted this, deciding that the next time the two of you were intimate, she wanted to see if she could make you cum just by nipple stimulation. Lower she moved, every touch was gentle and calm, even as she unbuttoned your jeans and began to lower them as well as your underwear down your legs, with the help of you lifting your hips, her fingers still were careful about where she touched.

She then began her journey up, kissing and licking all the places that were most sensitive, like your inner knee and thighs, until she was face to face with the area causing you the most ache.

Her eyes met yours, and a devilish smirk on her lips made you wonder what you had gotten yourself in for as her mouth met your more intimate areas. You broke eye contact first, but only because your body jolted, and you had to force your back to arch, spreading your legs further on the bed as your head tipped back.

Natasha's lips were just as plump and soft against your pussy as they were against your mouth. She kissed you there first, savouring the warmth and liquid that had already leaked from your cunt. The noises you were already whimpering were like music to her ears, so desperate and needy.

Carefully, her tongue licked long strips up your folds before adding pressure and parting them, moving deeper until she was poking at your hole that was already contracting with your arousal around nothing. She contemplated for a moment letting her tongue fuck you, but instead, she paid particular attention to your throbbing clit. Tentative, agonisingly slow circles did the tip of her tongue move around the bud before she pressed the flat front of her tongue and gave it a long lick.

“Natasha!” you cried out, hand moving to grip her hair to hold her there. Nat thought it was adorable seeing you falling apart like this so quickly. She hummed against your pussy which caused vibrations to purr into the nerves, which caused your thighs to tremble and clench with the stimulation.

Nat tickled the backs of your thighs to get them to relax again before travelling the length of the limb until the area where your tongue was still pleasuring. Her middle finger circled your eagerly awaiting hole, and as she sucked on the bundle of nerves, she inserted the finger carefully. In and out and moved before adding a second finger, beginning to stretch your cunt. Your hips began rolling of their own accord, desperate to match the pace of Natasha’s tongue and fingers, which had just started to curl to press against the sensitive spot inside you.

“That feels so good, right there!” Natasha didn’t plan on stopping making you feel this good, but she did contemplate just how pretty you’d look after being edged a few times. She just added that to the lengthening list of things she wanted to try with you in the future.

You had to bite your lower lip as your cries of joy were beginning to echo around the bedroom, still holding onto the red hair and essentially fucking yourself on her fingers and tongue. Opening your eyes, you looked down at the green eyes that were watching your every move.

“Please kiss me”, you asked desperately with a slight quiver in your voice as you were getting closer to orgasming.

Natasha grins, licking her lips and crawling back up your body whilst still curling her fingers, her thumb pressing and rolling your clit instead of her tongue. Her mouth was hungry against yours, forcing your lips wider so she could stroke your mouth's crevices, making sure you could taste yourself from her.

You reach out for her, wanting to feel her body just as badly as she wants to hear you cum, but she has other ideas. The hand you reached for her with was held firmly against the bed as Natasha shook her head. “This is just about you today; there will be so much more time for me in the future. Just enjoy this, Sugar”.

You could have melted at the pet name she’d picked and rushed forward to kiss her feverishly one more, hips rolling and working in time with the curl of her fingers and thumb. She was making you feel so good, expertly touching your body, gripping the back of your head to hold your close.

Resting her temple on yours, she looked at you with glazed eyes and demanded, “Cum for me; I want to see you cum on my fingers, pretty girl”. Her words had your core tightening in arousal, your mouth gaping open to gasp and share the same air as her she was that close to you. “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me. I know you’re close. I can feel it on my fingers; you’re so wet for me, so tight, Sugar. Cum for me”.

Your body convulsed as your orgasm rocketed through your very centre, thighs trembling, arms struggling to hold you up as your pussy squeezed in flutters around her fingers. She didn’t stop her rocking motion; those sweet curls of her two fingers, not under you, had sagged back onto the bed to catch your breath.

Carefully, she eased her fingers out of you, putting on a broad display of her licking your fingers and dramatically moaning at the taste before lying down next to you, resting her head on her elbow.

“Do you wanna go and get some food?  There’s a cute Italian place about half an hour from here”, Natasha asks casually whilst stroking your cheek with the hand that had just been between your legs.

“What? Like a date?” you asked with the tremor returning to your voice as you stared at her with widening eyes.

Natasha takes one look at you and laughs, tipping her head back with how funny she found it. “I’ve just licked you out and had you cumming on my fingers, and you’re getting nervous about a date? You’re too fucking cute, Sugar. Yes, it’s a date. What do you say?”

Your cheeks heat at her amusement, but you’re soon joining her with smiling, nodding your head and saying, “Yes, I’d love to go on this date with you”.

[irelandking]

steve rogers fic recs

steve rogers x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

modern cap steve x regular reader

series:

mr. steve - @pies-writes-and-more

part 2 Soulmate AU In a universe where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist after you meet them, receiving a wedding invitation from her friend is just another reminder that (Y/N) has yet to find her soulmate. But maybe this wedding will be a little bit more exciting, with the help of a tiny child without a filter. ❤️

one shots:

the waitress - @pies-writes-and-more

 Done for a writing challenge // song prompt: “If things get worse, will you still be here?” 405 by This Wild Life. Steve Rogers has finally worked up the guts to ask out the super cute waitress at the diner he frequents… except it’s hard to ask out of a girl when you’re a) already super nervous, b) unsure if it’s rude to ask her out, and c) when you have Dumb and Dumber insisting they tag along. ❤️

vigilante - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Steve reacts to his girlfriend getting violently mugged. ❤️😔

under pressure - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Steve still doesn’t know how to talk to women…let alone how to get a first date with one ❤️

boardroom fantasies - @pies-writes-and-more

prompt: “You wanna have sex….here? Now?” Steve can’t help how tight his pants get when (Y/N) is working nearby. While everyone else goes out for drinks, he pulls her aside to show her that the Accounting Guy who keeps asking her out isn’t who she should be with. 🔥

morning wood - @angrythingstarlight

Your new neighbor Steve gives you more than one surprise in the morning. 🔥

perfect - @tempestuous-lush

reader breaks up with steve over insecurities regarding lack of experience. he insists she is perfect, and proves to her just how perfect she is. 🔥

blind date - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

It had to be fate when Steve runs into his work crush on a stroll through his old stomping grounds.  ❤️

guard dog - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Sometimes Steve has to protect his girl from the least expected attacks. ❤️

agent/avenger reader

series:

start again - @wkemeup

part 2 A chemical spill, uncontrollable desires rushed to the surface, an unbridled need, and the consequences in the aftermath ❤️😔🔥

embarrassment - @a-confused-turtle

part 2 and part 3 A drunken game of truth or dare reveals what Y/N didn’t want anyone to know. She’d been perfectly and contentedly miserable before her slip up, but the confrontation over her little secret, which she avoids at all costs, quickly catches up ❤️

one shots:

blue - @pies-writes-and-more

Steve in blue is too much to handle whilst sober, (Y/N) decides. So while attending Tony Stark’s birthday party, (Y/N) doesn’t stop to drink her anxiety away making for entertaining company for Steve ❤️

hickeys - @a-confused-turtle

 Y/N wakes up in her boyfriend’s arms and the day begins as it always does, sneaking out of his room, until Tony notices lovebites on shy, quiet Y/N’s neck. ❤️

wallets, keys and bobby-pins - @marvelouscaptainrogers

 Soulmate AU where anything you lose suddenly appears in your soulmates possession, and anything they lose will appear in yours. It usually works swimmingly for everyone else, but what happens when your soulmate is technically around 75 years older than you? ❤️

insubordination - @marvelouscaptainrogers

Y/N likes to be a little asshole and not follow orders, and Steve decides she needs to learn her lesson 🔥

jealous (strong) steve - @pies-writes-and-more

Steve Rogers, the man behind the shield, knows that his strength only came from an injection. He isn’t a Norse god, how could he compete against Thor who seems to have all of (Y/N)’s affections? Steve Rogers is a jealous man. A strong jealous man who just keeps breaking things.❤️

whisper - @redgillan

Natasha and Sam have a plan to make Steve confess his feelings. ❤️

major crush - @redgillan

 Laser Tag brings out Steve Rogers’ competitive side and Reader loves it. 🔥

it's your captain's birthday - @witchywithwhiskey

you're avoiding steve rogers' birthday beach party by relaxing in the ocean, but when he finds you alone in the waves, your captain is sure to let you know how much he appreciates that you wore a bikini in his colors to his party—and things escalate from there. 🔥

the best birthday gift - @witchywithwhiskey

you attend a party at avengers tower celebrating the fourth of july and steve rogers' birthday and make a fool of yourself when introduced to captain america, the man you've crushed on for most of your life. but when you run into him while avoiding the fireworks show, he's more than happy to spend his birthday distracting you from the party.🔥

steve - @assembletheimagines

Steve’s never had a blowjob and could you really consider yourself a friend if you didn’t suck his dick? 🔥

you'll always be the sexiest man alive to me, captain - @witchywithwhiskey

steve rogers is named people's sexiest man alive and his fellow avengers—along with their SHIELD support team—won't let him live it down, but when you make a smartass joke in front of your new colleagues, you catch the eye of captain america himself. turns out he *really* likes it when you call him captain. 🔥

college!steve

one shots:

kissing booth - @viollettes

After Nat volunteers your services at the kissing booth, you find yourself sitting across from you is none other than your best friend. ❤️

the end of the war - @redgillan

Everyone knows you and Steve can’t stand each other, but after he runs into you after one of his fights, he starts to see you in a different light.❤️😔

she calls me daddy - @hertzwritings

Frat-Boy!Steve Rogers x female reader 🔥

oopsy daisy - @whateveriwant

 In order to keep the animal shelter from closing, your sorority holds a car wash as a fundraiser. Besides cleaning cars all day, you have another goal in mind involving a certain football-playing frat member. 🔥

modern au

series:

slow like honey - @heli0s-writes

The gossip that buzzes around in the teacher’s lounge is that sweet, sensitive, divorcé Steve Rogers is hot-for-teacher. His daughter’s first-grade teacher, to be exact. ❤️😔🔥

at your service - @writing-for-marvel

part 2 As your bodyguard it’s Steve’s job to look out for you, when you find him in a compromising position, it becomes your turn to look after him. 🔥

one shots:

a french kiss - @pies-writes-and-more

Y/N came to Paris with a plan: take a photo with a cute man next to the Eiffel Tower, just like how her and cheating ex-boyfriend had always planned on doing, and make that son of a bitch jealous. Thankfully, there’s a super cute blond guy who just so happens to be nearby. ❤️

take a hint - @pies-writes-and-more

(Y/N) literally just wants to go out and have a good time with her girls. So why do guys seem to never take ‘no’ for an answer? To try to prevent more annoying encounters with men who can’t take a hint, (Y/N) slips on two rings onto her left hand and assumes the married life. It’s all well and good… until someone sees the rings as a challenge. Enter from stage right, our hero. ❤️

ask - @angelkurenai

Imagine Steve wanting to introduce you, his fiance, to his friends for a long time  but hesitating because he hasn’t told them something about your past and how you met. You were once his student. ❤️

nature's beauty - @biteofcherry

Your teasing comment about staying home barefoot and pregnant makes something in Steve snap. He’s now eager to turn it into reality. 🔥

lilacs & ink - @witchywithwhiskey

you go in to get your first tattoo and the very attractive tattoo artist steve rogers takes good care of you.❤️

mob!steve

series:

ask - @invisibleanonymousmonsters

part 2 two prompts combined ❤️ 1.  here’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close 37. We’re dating and I didn’t know you were a mobster

biker!steve

one shots:

where he belongs/don't f*ck with the queen - @angrythingstarlight

It’s not often someone challenges your place as Steve’s queen but they only make that mistake once. And Steve knows better than to let anyone think they can take your place. 🔥

[drabblesandimagines]

Re WIP tag game. I'm sorry, what? You have two Leon WIP fics and you're saying I have to choose one to ask about? This is too hard! 😩 A'ight..."Your Phone Buzzes Violently" sounds like an interesting intro. So let's go with that!

Oh, I have, like, five WIPs for him? Sorta ridiculous. (and Dove...!) Here's a snippet! x --

Your phone buzzes almost violently on the bedside table, startling you awake. The headache you had before you’d laid down for what might turn out to be an ill-advised nap doesn’t seem to have shifted, even with the painkillers you’d taken. In fact, it feels worse than it did, now developed into a horrible, constant throb, needling at your temples.

You weakly kick the duvet off of you, feeling flush – should have got changed into your pjyamas rather than getting in bed fully dressed - and reach out blindly for your phone, holding it above your face to squint at the screen to decipher what it was so determined to tell you.

Two new messages from Leon.

You'll forgive it.

"Finally on my way home, sweetheart. Wrapped up yesterday but wouldn't do the debrief till this morning. ETA - 235 minutes."

You would’ve rolled your eyes at the acronym if it wasn’t already hard enough to focus.

And, before you ask, bit bruised. Don’t recommend a prison tour…! All good otherwise x

Leon had set out on an assignment the previous weekend and you hadn’t heard much from him besides one text message a day, a sentence of more than three words if you were particularly lucky, often sweet words... "All good." "Miss you, sweetheart." "I love you." "Recycling tomorrow." ..or reminders about something you'd forget to do completely if he wasn't around. In fact, that’s the way it had always been if he was on what you’d call 'active duty', not just him in a stuffy suit up DC way, trailing behind the President. It's not like you’d got used to not hearing much from him, just that it was expected.

There was always that little lump in your throat when he was away, of course there was, that this would be the time you wouldn't hear from him at all and there'd just be a knock on the door, agents dressed in mourning suits. Besides, you’d rather his focus was on coming back to you in one piece than trying to compose an update whilst shielding from bullets or something horrifying.

-- Just a lil' taste! x

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

[nekoannie-chan]

Mind games

Mind games

Title: Mind games.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Agent of HYDRA!Reader.

Word count: 1686 words.

Square: 1 “Mind games.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Brock is playing with you.

Major Tags: Mind games, pushing to the limits, implicit smut.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @anyfandomdarkbingo Any Fandom Dark Bingo.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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The echo of your boots echoed through the cold, desolate corridors of the HYDRA base as you moved forward. You stopped in front of Brock's office door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

“Enter,” his voice echoed from inside, and you opened the door cautiously. Brock was sitting behind his desk, motioned for you to come closer, and you obeyed.

“Do you know why you're here? “he asked. You shook your head, keeping your gaze down, though you knew he didn't like that. He wanted to see your eyes, he wanted to see your reactions,” he ordered, and you looked up.

“No, I don't know,” you answered.

“I've noticed that lately, you've become... reserved,” he said, his tone suggestive. You don't talk as much as you used to, and that worries me. Is there something you want to tell me?

You shook again, swallowing hard. You knew that anything you said could be used against you. Brock wasn't stupid, and you knew that not trusting him could cost you dearly.

“I have nothing to say,” you muttered.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with your answer.

“Nothing? “he repeated, taking a step closer, so close to you that you could smell his cologne. Are you sure?

He lifted his hand, stroking one of your cheeks with a softness, it was unnerving, and you knew that was what he wanted. He was always looking for ways to unsettle you, to make you feel vulnerable.

“Yes, sure,” you replied, trying to sound firm.

He was silent, watching you for what seemed like hours, but was really only a few seconds. Then, suddenly, his hand moved away from your face, and his expression changed to one that was almost amused, as if he was enjoying a game in which only he knew the rules.

“Very well,” he finally said, returning to his desk. You're free to go. But remember, I'm always watching.

You left his office. But you knew this was just the beginning. Brock Rumlow wouldn't let you go so easily.

Every time you ran into Brock in the halls, he would look at you in a way that seemed like he could read your thoughts and you wondered if he did it with everyone or if it was just you.

One night, while you were in your room, exhausted after a long day, you received a message on your phone. It was from Brock.

*"Come to my office. Now. “* *

Your stomach churned as you read those words. You knew you couldn't refuse. Not to him. You got up, despite your body protesting from exhaustion, and made your way to his office.

When you arrived, the door was ajar, and you could see Brock standing by the window, looking out. You entered quietly, not knowing if he had noticed your presence yet, although he most likely had.

“Close the door,” he said without turning around.

You obeyed, feeling a shiver run down your spine.

“Come closer.

You knew that disobeying was not an option. You walked toward him, and when you were at his side, he finally turned to look at you.

“What are you afraid of? “he asked.

“I'm sorry? “you asked, puzzled.

“There's something you're afraid of, I can see it in your eyes. What is it?

You didn't know what to answer. The truth was that you were afraid of many things, but mostly of him and what he might do to you. But you couldn't tell him that.

“Nothing,” you lied, trying to sound calm.

“You're not good at lying,” he said, taking a step toward you, smiling. But don't worry, in time you'll learn “Before you could answer, he took your face in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes “ I've been watching you since you came here “ he confessed “ I'm going to find out everything about you “ he promised, his lips so close to yours you could hardly breathe “ And when I do, you'll be mine “ you tried to pull back, but he didn't let go “ You don't have to be afraid of me. You can leave.

You turned quickly, wanting to escape his presence, but just before you reached the door, his voice stopped you.

“Remember, I'm always watching you.

Weeks passed, and though you tried to stay away from Brock, he always found a way to appear in your path.

One night, you decided to take a break on the rooftop of the base. The fresh air and the view of the night sky helped you clear your mind, if only for a moment.

“Nice night, don't you think? “Brock's voice echoed behind you, and you turned to see him leaning on the railing.

“Can't you give me a break? “you asked.

“Why would you want a break from me? “he asked, his tone almost amused. I thought you enjoyed my company.

Was it all a game to him? Or was there something deeper behind that facade he always had?

“Not everyone enjoys being watched as if they were an experiment,” you replied, keeping your gaze fixed on him, trying not to be intimidated.

Brock approached, his steps slow, when he reached your side, he leaned in slightly, his lips close to your ear.

“You are not an experiment for me,” she whispered, her voice low and seductive. You are a challenge.

You flinched involuntarily, trying to pull away, but he wouldn't let you. His hand closed over your arm, holding you in place as he turned his head to look into your eyes.

“You don't need to fight this. You could make this all so much easier if you would just accept what is inevitable.

“What do you want from me, Brock? “You questioned.

“I want everything from you,” he confessed. I want your body, your soul. And I'm going to get it, one way or another.

“ I'm not like you, Brock.

“I know. But I can make you like me. I can mold you, do what I want with you.

“I'm not your project,” you said, your voice firmer than you expected. I'm not a toy for you to play with.

“That's what I like to see.

You pulled away from him, finally freeing yourself from his grip, and stepped back a few paces, seeking to put distance between the two of you.

“I'm not like you, and I never will be,” you said.

“I like that even more.

Without another word, you turned around and headed for the rooftop door, feeling his gaze glare on your back as you walked away.

The next few days Brock would show up in the most unexpected places.

One night, as you were getting ready for bed, your phone vibrated. You looked at the screen and, as you had feared, it was a message from Brock.

*I'll be waiting for you in the training room. Now. “*

You sighed, feeling the tension in your body. You knew you couldn't ignore it. With Brock, every little act of defiance had consequences, and you weren't ready to find out what they would be if you decided to disobey. So you quickly got dressed and headed for the training room.

When you arrived, the room was empty, except for Brock, who was standing in the center, arms crossed and a serious expression on his face. You closed the door behind you, and he wasted no time in speaking.

“I'm going to train you personally. You need to improve your skills, and I will make sure you do.

“Because you need to,” he answered without hesitation. And because I want you to be strong. Start with a warm-up,” he ordered. I want to see how fit you are.

After a few minutes, Brock approached you and handed you a pair of boxing gloves.

“Put these on,” he said and then put his on. Let's see how well you can defend yourself.

When you were both ready, Brock raised his fists and got into a fighting stance, his gaze fixed on yours.

“Attack,” he commanded, and though you hesitated for a second, you finally threw a punch at him. Brock dodged it easily, smiling slightly. Faster,” he said, egging you on. Don't make it so easy for me.

You attacked again, this time with more force, but he dodged again, this time countering with a punch that you barely blocked in time. Every blow you threw seemed futile as if he was toying with you, gauging your abilities while keeping you on the defensive.

“Don't hold back.

Brock was prepared. He blocked most of your attacks, dodging the ones he couldn't block, and when he saw an opening, he countered with a blow that knocked the wind out of you. You staggered back, trying to regain your balance, but he gave you no chance to rest.

“Again,” he said, without a trace of pity in his voice, ”Keep going.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Brock lowered his gloves and stepped back, stopping the session.

“That's enough for today. I thought you were going to make this harder for me.

You took off your gloves, your hands shaking from the effort, and forced yourself to stay calm. You didn't want him to see how exhausted you were, how hard it had been for you to stand up during that session.

“Why are you doing this, Brock? What's in it for you?

Brock moved closer to you, his face just inches from yours, and for a moment you thought he was going to do something unexpected, but instead, he simply leaned in close enough for you to hear his words.

“Things are going to get a lot more interesting,” he whispered, ”And believe me, you'll love it.

Finally, Brock took a step back and headed for the door, leaving you alone in the training room or so you thought, suddenly he came back and kissed you as he cornered you against the wall, it didn't matter anymore or how it would all end, they just let themselves go.

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Self-Rec Tag Game

Rules: share five of your own fanworks (fic, art, etc.) Then, tag five more people to share the things they've made.

Tagging my own damn self, might should be posting this to my writing sideblog @eiirisworkshop but I'm not bothering.

To Tell the Truth Ongoing Brokeback Mountain longfic, rated M, currently 29 chapters and just under 50k wordcount. Canon divergent starting from when Ennis comes home to Alma after the summer he meets Jack. Very much a what could have been kind of fic with lots of making people (coughEnniscoughcough) talk about their feelings but without easy fixes to the very real obstacles our boys face.

Momento Ipsum, Remember Yourself Complete Old Guard fic, rated M, 6 chapters, just under 20k words. It's a meeting-younger-selves fic with the whole team! Explorations of religion, trauma, and sense of self that I'm really proud of. Communication and how language is woven through identity are central themes, and I taught myself some coding to make two versions of this fic that use either different fonts or different text colors to differentiate dialogue in different languages.

The Measure of a Tit Sailor Moon oneshot, rated T, 824 words. Short, fun, and funny little ficlet about bras, binders, and gender expression starring my favorite senshi, Sailor Uranus, Haruka Tenoh .

Chiaroscuro Complete Star Trek: TOS fic, rated T, 16 chapters, a little over 30k wordcount. Set aboard the Enterprise late in her 5-year mission (so, sometime after the tv show ended). I made up an excuse to stick Kirk and Spock, Spock's parents, and two space hobos one of whom is half Vulcan and actively rejects Vulcan culture all on a starship together. Shenanigans, arguments over cultural values, discussion of consent with regards to Pon Farr, Kirk and Spock finally doing something about their mutual pining, and Uhura winning a full-crew betting pool ensues.

In From the Cold Incomplete post-Winter Soldier MCU fic, rated T (though I should probably bump it to M...), currently 55 chapters and almost 175k--not counting the two pulled-out sort of episode fics that happen between or parallel to chapters in the main fic that add almost another 20k. This becomes a good old "everyone is living at Stark Tower" fic a few chapters in. Very focused on Steve and Bucky and Bucky's recovery from having been the Winter Soldier. I put him in actual goddamn therapy--and this fic long predates the Falcon and Winter Soldier show. Also a major Clint/Coulson plot thread that digs deep into Phil's trauma from having been killed by Loki and brought back. Pulls in elements from Agents of SHIELD and some of my favorite bits from comics. And look, this fic has not been updated in years, so if I'm reccing it I want to be up front about that. But it is not abandoned! In fact, with how life changes are going I expect to be able to get back to work on this fic within the next year and could have new chapters ready as early as Christmas if all goes well. It's long enough that depending how fast you read, it could carry you til then. This is genuinely some of the work I'm most proud of and has one of the most complexly woven plots I've ever produced (which is why it's been so hard for my to pick back up these past few years). If you miss the team-as-family vibes of early-mid 2010s MCU fandom and wish various characters' trauma was handled with more care, then this is the fic for you.

Tagging: @kueble @nerdsandthelike @rainbowvamp @tinyferalbeing @makingshortstorieslong

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Tagged by @where-them-kinomiya-at in the "9 people you would like to get to know better" tag game. Thanks for tagging me! 🥰

1. Top 3 ships: Since I've got Beyblade on the mind recently, gonna go with MaxMar, RaySal, and TyHil. Honorable mentions from other fandoms would include Lancitty, Smellershot, Thinkfast, etc. 2. First ship: I honestly think it was Ray and Salima. They're the first two I remember wanting desperately to be together. It's partly because the first episode of Beyblade I saw was "The Bigger the Cyber Driger... The Harder it Falls". Loved them ever since. 3. Last song: Paris by Taylor Swift. I'm grateful every day that Taylor loves a good bridge. 4. Last movie: Me Before You - this was on my list to watch for forever and I finally did. I cried. 5. Currently reading: I started "The Summer Skies" by Jenny Colgan in September when it still felt like summer. Then the fall chill crept in and I got stuck in limbo wanting to reread Harry Potter or a good murder mystery. I haven't done either. 😖 6. Currently watching: Rewatching "Marvel's Agents of Shield". I don't think I ever saw the later seasons, so excited for that, even though I have a feeling the plot will get more and more convoluted. 7. Currently consuming: Nothing, actually. 8. Currently craving: A drive in the mountains with crisp, fall air, sunshine, and all the technicolor foliage a person can dream up. Pumpkin patch stop and iced coffee optional. 🍁

Gonna tag: @redwheeler, @too-raph, @ashxketchum, @ceruleanmusings, and @some-user56 but don't feel like you have to! ♥

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Get To Know Your Moots

Thanks @morallyinept for tagging me :)

What's the origin of your blog title? Don't have one really. Just my online name BlueStar, which I chose cause my favorite color is blue and star was just kinda randomly chosen. I just liked the combo.

OTP(s) + Shipname: Eeeee...a lot. Piper/Leo (Charmed), Geralt/Yen (The Witcher), Melinda/Jim (Ghost Whisperer), Nikita/Michael (Nikita), Amy/Ty (Heartland), Severide/Kid (Chicago Fire), Bobby/Athena (911), Cole/Cassie (12 Monkeys), Stefan/Elena (The Vampire Diaries), Klaus/Cami (The Originals), Sam/Eileen (Supernatural), Coulson/May (Agents of SHIELD) - this is not a complete list

I do not like ship names usually so I don't conform to using ship names.

Favourite colour: Blue. Pretty much any shade, but I tend to like deep/darker blue colors more (but not as dark as navy, though navy is still nice). I have had a weakness for blue eyes most of my life, even when a lot of my TV crushes actually have green or brown eyes.

Favourite game: It's between Jurassic World Evolution 2 (XBox) or Rival Stars Horse Racing (mobile). Probably JWE 2.

It was Zoo Tycoon 1 and 2 on PC when I was growing up - I still miss playing those 2 games.

Song stuck in your head: Nothing really lately. Whatever's on the radio. But recently I was listening to Chosen Family by Rina Sawayama & Elton John. Finally a song for one of my top favorite character dynamics. Someone please use this song for The Last Of Us, Forever (ABC), Supernatural, etc.

Weirdest habit/trait?: I need a book marker in my spare hand whenever I'm on computer or reading a book or writing, etc. anything that involves thinking and not needing 2 hands. I flip it around in one hand and sometimes certain people get annoyed by the flicking noise but it helps me focus. It's like my version of a fidget spinner. If I don't have one, I sometimes end up playing with my hair instead.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, watching movies/TV, playing video games, watching people play games on youtube, music, singing along to music, talking about my favorite animals and characters. Traveling when I get the chance. I used to have horseback riding but haven't been able to ride in years (Around 6 years or so now).

If you work, what's your profession? I work as a cashier. I know, so basic (and very boring if everything's going right).

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Horse Barn owner. I would love to rent out stalls to people and take care of their horses.

Something you're good at: I would say nothing - I'm just okay at a lot of things. People around me would probably say writing and drawing. Which I would say are decent, but nothing to bark about. lol

Something you're bad at: Taking compliments

Something you love: Horses, dogs, deer, giraffes, okapi, most mammals, colorful fish and birds, dinosaurs, beautiful landscapes, beautiful architecture and art, flowers, fanfic, movies/TV/books/games, [a variety of] music, Greek/Roman mythology, supernatural lore, traveling, learning new things (especially about animals or medicine/biology), decent human beings...

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: A lot of different animals including dinosaurs and my favorite shows/movies/characters.

Something you hate: People who bully or purposefully try to get on my nerves, people trying to control/manipulate me, being unable to eat whatever I want and do whatever I want, intolerant and ignorant people, not being my own boss

Something you collect: Books and DVDs, music

Something you forget: A lot.

What's your love language? Gift giving with most people. It could be touch with the right person but generally, while I am a bit touch starved, I don't like being touched. I mostly find it awkward. Still waiting for the right person to hug me. I have had a few amazing hugs in my life, but they were long ago.

Animals get more affection from me than anyone I've met in person. My dog gets so much hugs and kisses to her dismay. I love snuggling.

Favourite movie/show: Tough one. Mostly I have favorite characters. But Supernatural, 911 Lone Star, Heartland, 12 Monkeys, Ghost Whisperer, The Mandalorian, The Originals, Almost Human, Nikita, Forever (ABC), Person Of Interest, Charmed, Dominion, and Agents of SHIELD are all up there. Hawkeye gets a special mention cause I feel like it.

I would say The Last of Us but it's only because of Joel and Ellie and Tommy. I don't really care about much else. Pretty much always skip the scenes without Joel. Season 2 will be so evil.

Movie wise I like a lot of animal and action movies. Marvel. Things like Seabiscuit, The Horse Whisperer, Marley & Me, Transformers, Terminator (part 2 in particular/mainly), Thor (2011), Captain America The Winter Soldier, The Avengers movies, the Rocky and Creed movies, etc. (Creed 1 is my fav). A few romances too like Letters To Juliet.

Favourite food: So many. Steak, shake and bake pork chops, Chester Fried Chicken and wedges, McDonalds fries (when fresh), watermelon (when dark red), Dominos cheesy bread, Pizza (especially Pizza Hut pizza and certain gas station pizza), some apples (red/not too sour), a variety of chips, cookie dough, vanilla and chocolate ice cream, coconut cream pie, pumpkin pie, sprinkles, hot fudge, chocolate pudding - almost anything chocolate/milk chocolate (hate dark chocolate), really

With the exception of apples and watermelon really the only food I love is bad for me *sighs*

Favourite animal: Horses. I love most horses.

I distinctly don't like Arabians with super dished faces or Akhal-Teke horses, especially the shiny ones. I love horses that look wilder, more natural. I love ranch style Quarter Horses (not the overly muscled ones), Halfingers, Fjords, Friesians, Percherons, and Mustangs. I like my horses calm, lazy even. As close to bombproof as a horse can be. I've known several.

Dogs are runner-up. And I like small dogs more. Some big dogs intimidate me. My favorite is the Chihuahua. They are full of character, spicy, cuddly, very loyal to their people, surprisingly easy to train, and some are pretty active (some go hiking with their owners). And I'm not scared by a 6 pound Chihuahua even if they're acting like they will bite your head off. They're just scared and they can't do much harm compared to big dogs. Every well bred and trained Chihuahua I've met have been wonderfully sweet (though they are vocal and very good watchdogs - don't count on them being guard dogs lol). My Chloe is a Chihuahua. So is my parents' dog Zoe. Chloe learned basic commands in two weeks and Zoe was potty trained pretty well by the end of her first week with us. They're smart, just a little stubborn. If you don't lead them they will boss you around. They are as gentle and sweet as any dog can get.

Dinosaurs, giraffes, deer, okapi, and a few other animals follow.

What were you like as a child? Loner type. Major introvert. Head in a book or out in the backyard catching butterflies, literally. Didn't have a real friend until the 6th grade.

Favourite subject at school? English and Biology.

Least favorite subject? Math. If it's not add and subtract, I suck at it. If I suck at something, I hate it.

What's your best character trait? I don't want to hurt anyone; I mostly mind my own business.

What's your worst character trait? I am too much of a people pleaser. Some people walk over me. I'm indecisive. I'm not trusting enough and I'm too trusting at the same time.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? Instead of being alone in bed, I'm with the right guy for me. Not the perfect guy, nobody is perfect, but the right one for me. Ya know? Something real. Someone I can trust and who shares values/interests with me.

I also would love to be out in a barn hanging out with the horses and my guy. lol

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Uhhhh... Abraham Lincoln? One of the few US presidents that actually seem worthy of respect. I would like to know if he is all he's cracked up to be.

I'm not one for placing faith in people I don't truly know. ha

I very rarely have celebrity crushes. I like to say I love the characters; the actors are debatable. They seem nice at best.

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!): I will circle this back to @morallyinept and her Adrift With You Series. It's really good.

She already recommended the current fic I'm attached to (Familiar!Ezra)

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Tagging whoever wants to play :)

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okay i recently finished side order and i felt like compiling my thoughts here since honestly it's easier to write them out on here/get my point across than a list on discord. not gonna tag this one mainly bc i don't really post splatoon stuff now + i just don't feel like tagging it tbh. warning that i will be discussing heavy spoilers for side order even if i'm mostly talking about gameplay stuff

i Do really like how the gameplay is structured with side order actually the roguelike style is done pretty well and it's enjoyable to replay through and whatnot. it's not for everyone obviously but even with pmd as my only technical roguelike that i've played i still do enjoy this gameplay style as a nice break from the typical splatoon story mode structure tbh

the music is absolutely banger i Have listened to the boss themes outside of the game bc i simply like them

i'm kinda happy to see replica weapons again but at the same time i really wish some of them could've been alternate kits or smth bc. honestly i'd try luna blaster for real if i didn't hate both kits and i still think stamper nouveau should've gotten fizzy and crab. like i get why it wouldn't work but still

i will say that although i really wish there were at least four bosses to encounter on 10F and 20F for more variety the ones we do have are very cool and fun to fight (except like . parallel canon is a bit bland to me when ignoring the whole agent 4 thing sorry it's just charger practice for me if anything). personally pinball circle is my favourite i think it's just silly. and while the screaming noise tower is my enemy (light-heartedly it just freaks me out in a not good way in terms of anxiety. the slightly darker stage than usual for the spotlight and the noises freaked me out sorry). like it's a very well designed boss and i like the creativity in how it's fought i will say that outright! like it's boss theme is actually my favourite besides the final boss theme it's just that it unsettles me in an unfortunate way but otherwise? my personal grievances aside it's a very good boss it does its job well

i like the weapon upgrades for the most part? keep in mind i've only beaten the game with brella, roller, and charger atm but i do enjoy them a lot honestly and it makes levels really fun sometimes. like my charger run was really fun by the end with the portal stages bc of how much range, quick charge, and power up you can get if not really stressful bc of well. charger (and also bc i went out of my way to get killer wail sorry it's my baby and also i needed Not triple inkstrike for the final boss). and i like the option of choosing whether to go for them or not bc personally i didn't wanna get the undercover update for my brella simply bc i liked being able to push the enemies away further with my shield launch. which arguably i should've just gone for no shield launch anyways but

can i just say that brella's splatoon 2 kit was just really good to play in this dlc? like. ignoring the fact that i regularly play brellas for a moment sprinkler genuinely is really good in side order. the enemies struggle to destroy it from what i've seen and it chips away at their health which is Really good when combo'd with poison ink and/or hindrance ink. the same also applies with ink storm you just get it less than sprinkler. like no joke i actually beat order with fucking sprinkler chip damage the first time around. like i was so appalled at the kit choice at first but honestly i have so much respect for it now it hard carried me during my first successful run of the game. sprinkler mvp

and splitting up some of my more negative thoughts/my criticisms bc Yeah i do enjoy the dlc a lot but also i have Issues with it still

i know it's like a roguelike and your expected to go through it multiple times it's part of the gameplay loop etc etc. but also i just don't really like how much of a grind it feels like to get hacks/stuff at the store in postgame. like side order is DEFINITELY more generous than salmon run is with scales don't get me wrong but it still feels like a definite grind each time? then again i'm just not as much of a fan of grinding for stuff in splatoon than i would be grinding for things in rpgs by default sooo take that as you will. it doesn't feel enough that i wouldn't go out of my way to grind for certain things since there is some stuff i'd want to get both in terms of hacks and store stuff bc it isn't salmon run but Yeah

on that note i need like. a 'bad at game' kind of easy mode bc while yes i do enjoy the challenge some times and true, i can get through the spire with a few weapons. hear me out i really hate getting like three fucking rigorous floors as options and then i reset and then get even worse ones. that are like impossible for me to do whether it be a skill issue or literally bc my weapon is at least somewhat shit at it (cough cough SPLAT ZONES LEVELS cough). like i really wish they gave you more of an option with choosing difficulty overall bc like. sorry but some of these levels i simply cannot 'get gud' at them

also this dlc made me despise splat zones i think (i'm only half joking bc i just think zones is kinda boring if you aren't playing with people you know but also bc this dlc made some of the most hellish splat zones levels)

and another thing. those sniper enemies can fuck off actually they have such a good design but i really really hate how many of them spawn in some of the later levels like it doesn't even feel fair at a certain point

i'm sorry but there was such a lack of story to me and i was not that much of a fan despite not really being here for the lore or story as much now. like the characters are very good yeah but i feel like there should've been more of a plot? like yeah there's a straightforward plot true but it feels very bare bones and just a way to explain the gameplay structure/loop idk if i'm explaining this right bc i'm not saying it has to be anything grand but i am saying there was room for more story to be present and it just doesn't really feel there (and the dev logs do not count to me bc you have to kinda grind to get all of those and that's kinda. hmm. if it's story related). like i get that some of it is in part of the fact that they Expect you to know these characters but ghh. it could've been done so much better i feel

going further on the story stuff sorry i enjoy the main villain a decent amount after a few times clearing the spire again i think order/smollusk is silly and as i got more used to the plot given but also i will say i wasn't all too much of a fan of the AI goes rogue against its creator and is evil thing at first. like i got over it eventually but like it still kinda bugged me. partially bc yeah system moment there's definitely a robot headmate up in my brain that i know wasn't the biggest fan but also bc like. idk it just either could've been written like. more interesting (which is mostly an issue on with the story just being a lack thereof). or like something else idk it's just not the most interesting antagonist plot for me and while there's nothing inherently wrong with it i just feel they either could've done more with it in a more interesting way bc there's like Potential there or just done something else. idk that's just my own personal thoughts though

also i get that it's kinda explained in the dev logs with the stuff about sanitized octarians and whatnot but why is acht just. there. and just doesn't do all too much outside of being in the tutorial kind of. like i do enjoy them as a character i just don't get why they're just there without elaborating that much on it but also this leans into the story stuff. also kinda not a fan of the lore changes/retcons which yeah they can do that if they want but like. it feels like it was changed to specifically fit in with the loose plot given and idk that kind of bugs me bc then it just feels like the only reason they really grabbed acht for side order was bc they're the only real character that was fully sanitized. idk i could be wrong bc i certainly haven't gotten all of the dev logs yet or missed some stuff but that's just what it feels like to me personally

i said it earlier kind of but also i really really wish some of the order replicas were replicas of some of the alt kits already in the game instead of the base kit <3 sorry order brella ily but in multiplayer i don't think i'll have the patience i wish you were a sorella kit palette swap instead (the same Would go to the splatana but like. sorry i don't like toxic mist on stamper specifically can you tell /lh). it also makes me wish you could swap kits between like the base and alt kits bc now this just makes me wish i had sprinkler killer wail tri-stringer in the base game

also on the topic of weapons. can i just say i'm so tired of them fucking over inkjet these days. like why the hell was the splatoon 2 special carried over to splatoon 3 not an available special in the splatoon 2 themed dlc. why. why are the devs so allergic to putting inkjet on weapons nowadays (context the newest inkjet weapon was in sizzle season 2023). like this isn't even my favourite special to use or just in general at most i just think it's a cool special that's one of the better specials i can get in salmon run. but either way i'm utterly baffled why it isn't in this dlc. like they really did implement so much sting ray in the boss attacks but couldn't find a way to include inkjet despite it being in the splatoon 3 story mode too like Okay (sorry the way inkjet is shafted just bugs me A Lot)

again i mentioned this a bit earlier but i really wish there were more than the three bosses we got. like ik it's splatoon three but also it just doesn't feel like enough variety for me especially in a roguelike style game. like yes you can fix the predictability by just never having the reveal bosses on 10F or 20F on or just never buying it so it always feels random but also even then it still feels kinda stale in a gameplay sense bc you know its one of those three specific bosses if that means anything (since three isn't really. a high number). and also bc it means i'd experience the screaming tower less if there were more bosses and that's personally a win for me

my last kind of complaint is honestly more of a criticism of not just the side order part of the dlc but just in general but like. idk entirely how i feel about how much splatsville got sidelined in its own debut game in favour of dlc. which was primarily for the dlc campaign yes but also for the nostalgia factor of having inkopolis square and inkopolis plaza as world hubs. like idk there was a more coherent thought with this that just goes into my criticisms about how the game is handled itself so i won't go into detail here since this is about side order specifically but idk i just find it kind of frustrating in a sense i guess

[fakegingerrights]

Awww thank you for the tag! I’m rbing because that is too much to remember the format for and I’m very tired. Thank you so much for the tag though!

Favorite color: I don’t really have one, I can appreciate the beauty of all colors in different contexts… I guess I have a preference for cooler tones and gem shades over pastels and neons.

Currently reading: Regicide, Dakota Krout. (Book two of the completionist chronicles, I love Krout’s Divine Dungeon series too, go check him out.)

Last Movie in Theaters: The second SHAZAM movie. Not black adam the other one. Not a huge DC fan but I had a good time.

Last Series: gonna assume you mean television and not Book series (again, Krout for that second one he is Amazing) Idk, I don’t watch a whole lot of TV unless it’s a carride binge. I guess Doctor Pol? And Merlin if you’re looking for a dramatic show.

Craving: Pain relief, I got really excited over school being out and had a minor flare up (chronic pain caused by a dopamine disorder), and my insomnia hates me too so I’m starting to hurt pretty bad.

Tea or coffee: Depends. To wake up, I like coffee. Tea is such a comfort drink though too. I’ve recently discovered London Fogs and I love them.

Currently working on:

A Dramatized account of Jefferson’s Presidency (fueled by history passion, not Hamilton although I did love that production) that my APUSH teacher has demanded more of at the price of being my beta and editor.

A superhero/powered organization system original (loosely inspired by season 3 of Agents of Shield and The Games Heroes Play book series, would highly recommend if you like conspiracies with a touch of biblical allegory.)

Pirate original (no excuse, or real plotline, just vague scenes and vibes that I’m hoping will turn into something. A comfort write)

Vermilion Bite (loosely based off of the Green Guide MHA fanfic featuring quirkless Deku combined with an old idea I’ve had for a while. All the vigilante vibes and a truly good hero in a morally grey world, will fight to do the right thing even if it breaks every. Single. Rule.)

Kaminoan!Mermaid!reader x Crosshair (not sure if I want to keep it as an x reader or do an OC… might do an OC in reader POV. Completely self indulgent)

Lay Down Your Head (debating between post finally Alive!tech x reader or Echo x reader… it also may turn into Rex because he’s all I have motivation to write for rn. Just angst and hurt/comfort fluff.)

Tongue Tied (alive!tech x reader, in which the impact that damaged his glasses has left him with aphasia, and almost completely unable to speak or write, although he can read (and on occasion, sing) just fine.)

Walk by Faith (a massive ongoing project with blind!crosshair x medic!reader, and really should be broken into chapters but I’m terrified to overcommit and as such it’s sitting half done in my drafts still in one big 16,000 word chunk.)

I’m Screaming (I’m Sorry) (in which soulmates share a mental bond that lets them communicate telepathically, but only when one is in pain. Pain can also be shared or taken over the bond, giving some reprieve to the suffering party. Crosshair’s soulmate grew up with his constant pain, between sore muscles and aching eyes and growing pains, his soulmate often begging him to let her share his pain and him being selfish and refusing. Until she starts getting hurt too, from monthly cramps to getting in fights to her hands aching as she keeps with compressions, forcing a soldier’s heart to beat on a battle field. Crosshair x republic turn rebel reader.)

Too tired to tag. Night yall.

Tag people you want to get to know better!

Tagged by @starrylothcat!

Favorite Color: Green!

Currently Reading: The Whispering Dark by Kelly Andrew

Last Movie (in theaters): Uh.... Grease with my mom for Mother's Day. I had to think about this one.

Last Series: Picard (Because I dual-wield my sci-fi fandoms.)

Last Song: All as One by Miracle of Sound (Gav is almost all I've really been listening to for the past eight months.)

Craving: SLEEP

Tea or Coffee: Tea. Coffee and I tend to fist-fight on sight.

Currently Working On: Clone x Reader Bingos, a Hound piece, my Crosshair multi-parter, a Kix piece, and a few others (some of these others may or may not be good enough to post, they started as self-indulgences ages ago.)

Tagging: @toomanybandstocare, @tecker, @fakegingerrights, @a-single-tulip if you all want to join in or haven't been tagged, yet!

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 25: Knives - Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You hated Natasha, and she hated you. Both working for opposing organisations, she was your natural enemy, so why did you always both seem to be naked by the end of the missions?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, enemies with benefits, discussion of previous injuries/purposefully cut with a knife, dom!Natasha, restraints, threats, possessiveness, blood (not much), knife play (sexually and threatening), sex toys

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Enemies: ‘a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something’. This person for you was the infamous Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, Avenger, SHIELD agent, assassin and walking weapon. She was a part of everything you were not: the good, the heroic, the saviours. Conversely, you worked for the little guy underground, cheating your way to money and glory. Some days you won, others Natasha bested you, it was usually equal footings which only made the natural contest between each other more exhilarating.

You know the saying, ‘keep your friends close but your enemies closer?’ Well, this was you and Natasha, except, at some point, the fighting twisted to fucking.

There had been tension for years, and they constantly seemed to be crossing paths, trying to best each other with skills, weapons, and manoeuvres, but as they say, one thing leads to another. A punch to the face turned into a kiss and clothes being ripped from bodies, orgasms until passing out and waking to the other disappeared.

You hated this, loathed it, in fact. Despised that you looked forward to the next time that the two of you were fighting. You were addicted to her beauty, her taste, her touch. Even if you hated everything she stood for with her stupid Avengers friends and her stupid holier-than-thou job.

Today, you were tired, bruised, and so close to finding the hard drive that you’d been sent to retrieve. As a matter of fact, the palm-sized hard drive was safely in your clenched fist as you sprinted past the guards you had knocked out earlier, trying to escape the building you’d broken into.

As you arrived at the open window that had your wires still attached to hoist you up to the roof, this was the last sight that you saw before a burning electrocution stemmed from the back of your neck as you’re instantly knocked out.

The unbearable throbbing pain in your temple was what woke you from the deep slumber. Attempting to rub your face, you groaned, finding that your wrists were tied behind your back with handcuffs and ankles zip-tied to the legs of a chair.

“Finally, I was thinking you’d died on me, and oh, how unfortunate would that be for me?” came the heavily sarcastic, sultry tone of the woman you’d anticipated to have caught you.

You groan again in answer, head still hanging forward from your slumped position. You could easily get out of the handcuffs behind your back, having been trained from a child to deal with situations such as this. Natasha knew this as well, which only made these sorts of games exciting; however, today, you were simply too lazy and sore to bother breaking out of the restraints.

Your voice croaked from having such a dry mouth as you declared, “You have the fucking hard drive. Dod you have to tie me up as well? I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I’m in pain, Romanoff”.

The click of Natasha’s heels warned you that she was walking closer. Her slender fingers painfully gripped your chin, forcing your head to tilt back until you were looking up into her stunning face.

You flinch at the sharp pain that shoots through your skull, and it earns an unsympathetic look from Natasha as she sticks out her bottom lip. “Oh boo hoo, you’re having a bad day. That really is a shame, and you’ve lost once more. How embarrassing”.

“I fucking hate you”, you growled up at her.

“Yeah, well, the feeling is mutual, Sugar”. Natasha straddles you in the chair, sweeping her shining red hair over her shoulder as she continues to force you to look at her, but the pressure eases as she seems more sympathetic to you. “I stayed because I wanted to make sure you were okay; you took a long time to come around after I knocked you out”.

Sighing heavily through your nose, you continue to glare at her, not believing the nice mask she’d pulled on, knowing she would most likely switch it in a moment to boast that she had bested you. “It’s been a shit week, so I’m not in the fucking mood right now”.

“Oh yeah, I heard about your botched job in London. How embarrassing for someone like you to accidentally die too early and then get caught”, she returned to her mocking tone as she adjusted her weight over your thighs from where she was straddling you.

Rolling your eyes and attempting to look away from her, she squeezed your chin and forced your head still as her eyes hardened, tension tightening throughout her body as she leaned in closer so that your faces were nearly touching. “How could you get caught?! After all these years, you’ve never once made such a stupid mistake”.

Your heartbeat fluttered, something you hated when she showed any sort of concern for you, “Yeah, well, I did, and I got caught and beaten, and now, my boss is more than pissed at me, which is why she’s sent me on this stupid mission anyway. So can you please just give it a fucking rest? I don’t need to be given the fourth degree from you as well”.

Thankfully, Natasha’s hold did relax enough that she moved her face away so that you weren’t able to smell her intoxicating perfume anymore. Her brilliant green eyes became curious as they inspected your face in detail and then lowered to look over the rest of your body that was still covered in your tactical gear. “How hurt are you?” she asked, trying to assess the damage you’d endured.

Shrugging your shoulders, you answered unbothered, “My ego is more bruised than my body. No broken bones but plenty of punches to the ribs and stomach, but hey, at least they didn’t hit my face, right?”

Natasha smirked at this, releasing your chin to stroke a finger down your cheek, “You know, I don’t think I believe you”.

Frowning, you asked in confusion, “What? Why would I lie about bruises?”

“Because I know you. You like to play down the pain you’re in. I’ve given you the liberty of waiting until you’re awake, but I need to check how much they’ve hurt you”.

You eye her wearily, “Stop acting like you care, Romanoff”.

Natasha drops her chin onto her chest, looking up at you through her thick eyelashes in an innocent way. You swallow thickly, especially as she begins to inch closer, the atmosphere becoming heated, her full lips hovering over yours as she purrs, “This isn’t me caring. This is me checking my goods”.

You scoff, “I’m not your goods”.

Her head tilts to the side, “Aren’t you?” Her hand drifts from your cheek down to your throat, and you can’t help but glance between her captivating lips and eyes. For a moment, you contemplated breaking out the handcuffs so that you could close the distance fully and taste her.

“No, I’m not. Anyway, how are you going to check my body for injuries if I’m tied to this chair? Guess you’ll have to untie me”.

Natasha grins, but it unsettles you like she’d planned for you to point this out as suddenly her hand disappeared and reappeared, showcasing her trusty knife, “I’m going to need you to keep very still”.

For once, you were apprehensive, swallowing the thick glob of saliva that suddenly flooded your mouth. You knew she wouldn’t purposefully hurt you when it wasn’t during the mission; however, seeing her with a knife, knowing just what she could do with it, had you sitting incredibly still.

Starting with the collar of your shirt surrounding your neck, Natasha delicately sliced through the fabric. You held back a shiver as you felt the coldness of the blade as it tickled along your skin. Your eyes began to burn from the dryness of trying not to blink, keeping your stare on the woman still sitting in your lap. Even though she was beautiful, she was deadly, which only caused your arousal to deepen, your body betraying how you should be feeling at that moment; however, it was always the danger that thrilled the relationship more.

As the tip of the sharpened blade reaches your sternum, did you take a second to take in your surroundings over her shoulders. Thankfully, she’d managed to drag your unconscious body to a hotel, something you wish you knew her secret tricks as to how she did so without anyone questioning her.

The metal sliced through your bra and then disappeared from your skin, but only so that Natasha could reach behind you, still not taking her eyes off yours as the material was shredded from each of your arms so that she could expose your bare breasts. This was the first time her eyes flicked away to appreciate each of your pebbled nipples before the weight of her on your lap shifted as the Avenger dropped to her knees and began to cut off your tactical trousers.

As the knife skimmed over your thighs, Natasha’s passive voice began to contemplate, “I’m surprised you have a lot of trust in me to be running this knife up and down your body”.

Your eyes flicked between her fingers holding the weapon and those devastating eyes that seemed to bore into your very soul. “I think we’re at the point in our enemy-ship that if you were going to kill me, you would have done so by now”.

As the natural breeze of the room settled over your now exposed legs, Natasha moved to straddle your lap once more, cutting the last section of your shirt from your abdomen, revealing the worst of your injuries from the attack a few days ago. She emotionlessly examined it, her fingers ever so gently caressing the skin, which didn’t hurt for the most part but still had you tensing and flinching in preparation. Those captivating eyes seemed to deepen with an unknown emotion, her brows furrowing ever so slightly, but whatever she was thinking, she kept to herself as she moved away from the injuries.

The tip of the blade, remaining in her hand, now rested over your heart as you sat completely nude beneath her. Natasha tilted her head, a smirk beginning to form on her plump lips, “Just because I haven’t hurt you yet doesn’t mean that I won’t. You shouldn’t trust me”. Your eyes lowered to stare at her lips, which only lasted for a second as she cuts your skin, causing a tiny scratch to form and a single drop of blood to well to the surface as you hissed in a breath. “Oops”, Natasha shrugged, looking utterly unapologetic as she closed the gap as the tension was tight between the two of you.

You moan deeply into the kiss, pressing your face as hard as you can against hers, your nose squishing against her cheek. Each of your mouths open, allowing for tongues to dance, swapping saliva and neither trying to submit to the other. You wanted to be in charge, though; you’d let her to strip you naked with a weapon pointed at you. Still, you were having a shit week and wanted to have some fun of your own, especially as you knew all the right ways to get her to submit, especially when nibbling on a specific area of her body.

Your plan was forgotten about, however, as the knife is resting against your throat, so you are forced to stay completely still, even your mouth, with the threat of the blade cutting your skin. Your breaths were short and swift as Natasha sat back, regaining complete control over the situation.

With the weapon still pressed against your neck, keeping you in position, Natasha ran the tips of her chilled fingers on her spare hand down your torso, circling each of your delicate nipples before descending lower. It was hard not to move and not react to her touches, especially as her fingers grazed over your folds, teasing them apart so she could feel just how aroused you were.

Her fingers were glistening as she held them up in the lower light of the room. To your credit, you tried to remain impassive, not showing any signs of embarrassment, but the apples of your cheeks did still warm as Natasha pondered, “Some would say you need some help if this sort of play is turning you on”.

Before you can retort, Natasha is licking your juices off of her fingers, her eyes closing as she moans at your taste. You, in turn, drop your mouth open, eyes watching every single reaction she had to offer, releasing a desperate groan as she abruptly stood, taking a few steps away.

You thought about undoing the handcuffs and breaking free of the zip ties to chase after her; even with your injured body, you would fight past the pain. As she had said, you were good at hiding the amount of pain you were actually in, but right now, all you could think about was getting your face between her legs.

However, you were curious as to her plans as she seductively bites her lips, placing the knife onto the table nearby and then proceeding to remove her uniform slowly, making sure you were watching closely. As more of her skin was revealed, the more you were dampening between your legs, marking areas of her body in your mind that you wanted to lick or bite, wanting to have your own special fun with her.

“If you keep teasing me like this, I’m not going to wait for you to get back here before I make my move”, you assured Natasha, who only tipped her head back and laughed, shaking her head.

“You need to learn to have some patience, especially when the rewards will be so worth it”, she confidently responded whilst searching through the black rucksack on the table. Your mouth opened to sass her, but all words became lodged in your throat as she showed you the toys she’d bought with her.

A pink, double-ended dildo and a black vibrator wand. Your pussy clenched powerfully as you looked between the sex toys and her smirking face as she slowly began to stride back towards you.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” Your audible swallow was answering enough as she pulled your hips forward slightly on the chair, which caused pain to ache throughout your body, but she didn’t apologise. With some gentle prodding and the right angle, Natasha was able to ease one end of the dildo into your hole until it couldn’t penetrate any further. With natural agility, she was able to straddle your legs once more and ease herself down onto the other end of it, causing the plastic to push deeper until she released a satisfied sigh.

She stayed still, giving you both time to adjust to the sensation of the dildo being inside the two of you. The head of the vibrator wand was bulky and cold as she positioned it between your bodies, and, with the way you were both slotted together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, the wand could press against both of your clits.

Natasha doesn’t turn on the toy just yet, though, as she gets comfortable, leaning closer so your chests brush against each other, her mouth dancing along the shell of your ear as she whispers, “Didn’t think you’d get away with it that easy, did you?” Before you could question what she was referring to, the knife was being held against your throat once more, so you were forced to keep your head still.

Only when Natasha was sure you weren’t going to move did she finally turn on the vibrator wand to its lowest setting. You both moaned quietly, under your breaths, as the vibrations buzzed deep into your core, causing you to tighten around the dildo. Natasha ever so slowly then begins to roll her hips on your lap, riding the dildo which moved inside of you with her actions. As she grinds down, it pushes deeper into your cunt, and when she moves away, it begins to slip out ever so slightly, just to be pushed back in. It wasn’t as thorough of a fucking that a strap-on would provide, something that you were sure Natasha had hidden away in her bag, that she’d used many times before with you, but with the vibrator, it added just enough pressure that you were soon gasping for more.

Except, with the knife at your throat, you couldn’t open your mouth wide enough to gasp properly, as the movement would have caused the blade to push in harder and potentially cut your skin. Additionally, with the other restraints around your ankles and wrists, you couldn’t properly roll your hips to find any further stimulation; you simply had to sit there and be entirely pleasured under the control of Natasha.

The way her body was moving against yours was irritating the injuries over your body, but you would never complain, especially as it felt so good to have her this close to you, pussy dripping and coating the seat, just as much as hers was with your lap.

Natasha’s eyes shuddered closed as her rolling of the hips became more frantic; her moans were louder than yours, which only made you more aroused. If you didn’t have this knife on your throat, your lips would have been sealed around her nipples, sucking and biting them to bring her closer to her orgasm that was building and threatening to explode.

Again, this all just added more to the scenario. How you could break out of the cuffs and swap the role, easily swiping the knife out of her hand if you wanted to, but after the week you’d had, you had made peace with the fact that you were going to sit on that chair and be fucked by the dildo.

You were so hypnotised by watching her pleasure that when she turned the vibrator up in settings and, your own orgasm suddenly tightened in your core and tingled down your thighs had, your eyes snapping shut, lips quivering with the tumbling of groans.

“You wanna cum?” Natasha asks, not stopping in her movements. All you could do was grunt a yes in response, still being cautious of the knife at your throat. The woman above you laughs, tilting her hips back slightly on your thighs so that the vibrator is no longer pressed against your clit, “Nope, I want to cum first, then maybe I’ll let you cum”.

You were so lost in the pleasure that you screamed in frustration, but thankfully, the pressure of the knife eased as Natasha’s focus was on her pleasure. Her hips continued to fuck the dildo, which was still moving in and out of your hole, giving you some sort of satisfaction but not enough to feel as good as she did as her eyes rolled back.

The noises and shivers running through her body were beautiful, and your mouth dropped open in awe, wishing one more that you could be kissing or licking her in some way. She trembled through her orgasm and eventually sagged as relief blazed in her eyes as they returned to looking at you.

Without another word, her hips begin to move more vigorously, the dildo pounding into your cervix as the wand is pressed deeply into your clit, on an even higher setting that was near to being overwhelming. Your ankles and wrists were aching from tugging on them in instinct, wishing to move with the barrage of pleasure pulsing through your core.

It didn’t take you much time before you were screaming just as loudly as Natasha through your orgasm. As your head slumped forward against her shoulder, it was then that you realised the knife had moved away as she held you for a moment, hand fingers tickling the delicate skin at the nape of your neck.

Natasha pulled back first, hands cupping your cheeks to draw your attention back to her. “If you ever get into any of this trouble again”, she huffs, pointing to your wounds. “I’m never letting you cum again”.

With that last message, she stood, pulling out the dildo, which was drenched in both of your juices and the vibrator. She disappeared from sight, going to the bathroom to clean the toys, and a moment later, she returned, now dressed in her usual day clothes and packing her bag.

You slump in the chair, watching her move, waiting for her to undo your bindings, but she continues to ignore you.

“Are you going to untie me?” you ask with all the sass that you could muster.

Natasha looks at you over her shoulder with a sinister smirk, “Nope”. Slinging the rucksack over her shoulder, she stalks over, tilting your head back so she can lean down and peck your lips harshly. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Cya later, Sugar. Stay out of trouble”.

Without giving you time to answer or even sigh in frustration, she's out of the door, leaving you naked and strapped to the chair. Taking a moment to gather whatever energy you had left, you skillfully removed the handcuffs, broke free of the zip ties and began to look around the room, hoping she hadn’t just left you there without any clothing to wear.

Thankfully, there was a bathrobe, which was enough for now. Pulling it on, your hands slipped into the pockets automatically to find warmth, but instead, your fingers wrapped around the hard drive that Natasha had purposefully hidden in there for you to find with a note that read, “I still win”.

[irelandking]

avenger/agent reader fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut

one shots:

devotion - @avecra

When a mission with Sam goes wrong, and you’re left bruised and battered, Bucky is there to piece you back together. ❤️😔

teach me - @buckyalpine

bucky x inexperienced reader, Prompt: 7. Sleep princess, you need it 🔥

lessons in love - @violentdelightsandviolentends

Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you. ❤️

the last first kiss - @witchywithwhiskey

you and bucky barnes have gotten close while on a month-long SHIELD mission together, but when natasha romanoff starts asking bucky about his relationship with you, you overhear something that makes you think your feelings are entirely one-sided. ❤️😔

scary movie - @moonbeambucky

The Avengers spend their night off watching a scary movie. ❤️

fallin' for you - @moonbeambucky

The Avengers spend their day off at a farm near the compound where the leafs aren’t the only things that have fallen ❤️😔

lucky - @moonbeambucky

Bucky Barnes was not a lucky man but after meeting you will his luck change? ❤️😔

eyes - @samingtonwilson

Bucky can’t make eye contact very much anymore even with the girl he loves because he’s scared of what he’ll see, or really of what he might not see. (prompt “Please just look at me while I confess, after that you can look anywhere you like, I swear.” is bolded in story) ❤️

mission report: laundry day - @buckysmischief

You and Bucky have been secretly dating for over a year, what will it finally take for the others to find out? ❤️

a wish for 100 - @viollettes

Midnight strikes, officially marking Bucky’s 100th birthday. You surprise the super-soldier with a small treat and a gift that has potential to change everything. ❤️

a thief in the night - @redgillan

A Buck imagine where you both have a secret affair at the tower and one time you’re over at his apartment and you spend another night together. After you cuddle afterwards, you get up to leave but Bucky grabs you and pulls you back into him, begging you to stay cause he dont want it to be a secret anymore. You stay and get official then :) Also with a smutty part hihi :) Requested by Anonymous. ❤️🔥

always more of a hot chocolate person - @ijustreallylovezebras

At meetings with the rest of the Avengers tea and coffee is always offered around but the reader always says no ❤️

a bid on bucky - @samingtonwilson

You spend thousands of dollars at a bachelor auction for Bucky when you could’ve had him for free this entire time. ❤️

repairs - @samingtonwilson

 In love with the robotics expert in charge of repairing his arm, Bucky’s explanations for malfunctions get more and more creative. - requested by @elaine-spades ❤️

get to know you - @notimetoblog

A Secret Santa gift exchange brings two unsuspecting Avengers closer. ❤️

the pain you feel - @meek-boy-rogers

Y/N can feel the pain Bucky is enduring, and vice versa. She feels the immense pain, he feels the soft touch of her fingers along his arm after particularly painful days. (Soulmate AU the two can feel pain, touches, etc.)  ❤️😔

out the window - @meek-boy-rogers

Y/N is set on befriending Bucky Barnes. She is set on making him as comfortable as possible in the Avengers Tower. She wants him to trust more people. ❤️

why is she wearing my hoodie? - @writing-soldiers

Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to?  ❤️

this means war - @moonbeambucky

Pranking the Avengers was all fun and games but when Bucky snaps you wonder if you’ve gone too far. ❤️😔

a harmless crush - @omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts

Assigned to the Winter Soldier by S.H.I.E.L.D to help him to accommodate to society, staying in the Avenger’s tower, and occasionally doing paperwork for STARK industries, you’ve grown close to James Buchanan Barnes, developing a crush on him in the process. So when you, reluctantly, tag along to a baseball game with the Avengers, and the kiss cam lands on you and Bucky, things get interesting. ❤️

the date - @softlyspector

Bucky is a nervous wreck that asks the reader on a date. It goes differently and better than expected. Anxious!Bucky. ❤️

healing and healed - @softlyspector

Y/N is always healing Bucky, no matter how small the injury. Based on this ask. ❤️

music - @softlyspector

Bucky doesn’t really understand ‘modern’ music. The reader is there to help ❤️

tease - @beckzorz

A fake date with a Danish alien tech dealer. Bucky gets bored, and maybe a little jealous, while he’s waiting in the command truck outside. It’s all downhill from there. 🔥

you're teasing me - @the-bau-quinjet

Sam offers to help you when Bucky refuses to duet with you on karaoke night. ❤️

my name isn't - @the-bau-quinjet

You find out the guys (Bucky, Steve, and Sam) have a bet as to who can kiss you first, so you confront them at Tony’s team building karaoke night. ❤️

i can do more - @the-bau-quinjet

The team underestimates Y/N’s strength until one day when her powers save them all ❤️

distraction - @itsapeterthing

request: “bucky x reader where reader is really attracted to bucky’s fighting side while he’s defeating the bad guys?” ❤️😔

made to fit - @abovethesmokestacks

reader knits bucky a sweater ❤️

seven minutes in heaven - @lokidoki-imagines

There was no prompt for this one, but I just needed to write a bit of Bucky loving and this kinda just came out…Sorry not sorry for the straight up filth! Just remember to wrap it before you tap it kids  🔥

imagine being in a secret relationship with bucky - @yeahbutimagine

Combining @crayonbreaker ’s request with an other one I got. The prompts were n°32 (you know what’s the best part about not wearing makeup/ you can rub your eyes whenever you want) and the 2nd rq by @anahi0101 wanted a fluffy fic where the reader and Buck have been secretly dating and the team finds out. ❤️

drunk in love @bethdutten

you get a little drunk at one of tony’s celebratory after-mission parties. and bucky is there looking so fine and-- fuck it. you can’t keep your hands off him ❤️🔥😔

one of the guys - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you play get down mr. president with the boys and get hurt ❤️😔

number one fan - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you prank bucky by wearing falcon merch ❤️

keep warm - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you and bucky after a mission in a safe house sharing a bed ❤️

drunk words are sober truths - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

bucky gets drunk off asgardian mead and confesses his feelings ❤️

concussed - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

“Hello! I’m an absolute wh0re for hurt/comfort and wanted to request if you could pleeeeaase write reader really sick with a concussion + soft caretaker Buck?” ❤️

be my sidekick - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you and bucky go and see movies together and get together ❤️

how's your head? - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

you get harassed on the subway and bucky helps take care of you ❤️

seeing red - @buckysfaveplum

bucky can’t just sit and watch as a man makes you uncomfortable in a bar ❤️

more than safe - @witchywithwhiskey

when you're injured on a mission in sokovia, bucky barnes comes to help—and you share a soft moment together ❤️😔

make believe on christmas eve - @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

When your family insists you bring your [nonexistent] long-term boyfriend over for Christmas, you panic. You hadn’t expected to be put in this situation; you never thought you’d actually have to bring “him” over. ❤️

drive? - @softlyspector

Bucky asks the reader on a date to which she readily agrees. Or, Bucky’s attempt at a car make out. ❤️

i love you - @ugh-supersoldiers

‘I love you’ isn’t a phrase you expect to hear from Bucky Barnes anytime soon, so when those three daunting words slip from your lips on a romantic getaway around Christmastime, your certain he won’t respond well, but he proves you very wrong… ❤️🔥

trapped - @notyetneedcoffee

Reader is trapped on a mission with Bucky. Sex pollen story.🔥

[everythingirl44]

One last game of Tag? Agents of Shield #PartingShot

I was tagged by the wonderful @daisylincs, thank you Lily!

With this tag game, I want to know the answers to these five (5) questions and then tag 5 or more mutuals. Wasn’t tagged but want to join? Join in ! Everyone is an essential part of this fandom! Name from @ agent.of.shield_ on Instagram ( @agents-of-fangirling ) who had a great idea to post a picture of yourself with a drink (or just a drink) and tag it #partingshot as a finale goodbye to the show.

Where were you in life when you first started to watching AoS?

I was in eighth grade, going through one of the hardest years of my life so far. Let’s just say middle school girls are mean, toxic and love to cause drama. Especially since the school was by a very wealthy neighborhood.

I was in like a group of girls who were kinda mean and twisted things all the wrong way. I’ve made my peace with it and I’m actually friends with one of them again. I came across Chloe Bennet through YouTube. I didn’t have any social media except twitter back then.

So I looked up the show and saw the first four seasons were on Netflix. I was a huge DC girl growing up so when AoS first came out I wasn’t interested in Marvel. Oh boy how that has changed! I started watching around the end of the school year. Then around July on my birthday I watched the season three finale, I watched Lincoln Campbell die on my birthday which was horrible. Finished the whole thing about a week or two later. Then went to look up if it was renewed for a season five. Obviously it was and I continued watching.

Where are you now?

Kinda dreading writing this part because I never really put anything that could give away my age out there, but quick background. I believe some people like Lily think I’m older then I actually am. I’m a senior in high school, so I’m in twelfth grade. My high school is special in a sence that it offers students medical classes. Pretty much I’ve learned when a first year medical student learns, but in high school.

Yeah, I’m still a baby pretty much. Which might explain a lot or just make you more confused. I digress. Currently dealing with college apps and trying to be an adult. Also trying to deal with my anxiety with everything going on.

Super emotional about the show ending because for the past three years I kept saying on day I would go to comic con or wonder con and see their panel. That never happened, never will. None of my friends watch the show so I turned to Tumblr to ‘meet’ other people who watch it. I really love the AoS Tumblr community.

What character development arc (or storyline in general) did you love the most?

All of them? See I don’t know because they’re all different and amazing and taught me something about life.

If I had to pick I’d go with Daisy Johnson of course because she’s amazing and a badass. How she started out as hackavist Skye who was an orphan. Only to find out she has parents who have been looking for her. Also she’s the Juan anlien who has powers. Becomes a superhero and goes on this journey to figure out who she is. Falls in love, has a family, loses a lot, and still comes out strong because there is something worth fighting for out there. Also because I second guess my culture a lot growing up so seeing a female Asian American superhero on TV was really inspiring.

Honestly, hear me out, Wards whole storyline was absolutely amazing and very well written. He’s an undercover spy pretty much, then he’s the bad guy, then he’s trying to be the good guy but has childhood trauma that really screwed him over. Then he’s the bad guy again, then he dies gets brought back to life as Hive. Dies again, rest in piece Lincoln Campbell. Then he gets a redemption in the Framework which kinda shows he has a good side if it weren’t for Garrett. There is my really bad rendition.

Everyone’s storyline is amazing, definitely favorite Daisy Johnson. Ward isn’t my favorite, but I loved how it was written.

What will you miss the most?

The question is, what won’t I miss. I will miss the entire show, cast, and crew. I mean they are literally amazing people who do amazing thing in the entertainment industry.

I’m not even lying when I say this has been such a big part of my life. I’ve learned so much about myself the past few years. The show has been the only constant thing in my life and now it’s gone. I’m not ready! I don’t want to say goodbye to these amazing people and this show!

Favorite quote?

I have a few. They may be a few words off because this is from my memory.

“They’re only human.” Lincoln Campbell’s last words.

“With great power... comes a ton of weird crap that you are not prepared to deal with.” Skye/Daisy Johnson to Mike Peterson.

“I didn’t go to your stupid Shield Hogwarts or whatever.” Skye/Daisy Johnson to Fitzsimmon?

“The steps you take don’t need to be big; the just need to take you in the right direction.” Jemma Simmons to idk.

“May hates coffee.” Coulson to fake May/ Agent 33. That one was funny to me.

“Don’t touch Lola.” Coulson to everyone who tries to touch Lola.

“It’s funny what can happen when someone believes in you.” Coulson and Daisy in the finale.

Yeah I think that’s all of them? Off the top of my head. I might add more just for myself but wow. That’s that then, it’s never going to be the same.

Okay for tags, I am a little late to finishing this and everyone has probably already done it, but just for the final tag I’m gonna tag people anyway. @springmagpies @ohwriteiforgot @tomatobookworm @clementinewhy @2minutes2midnight @agentpolarbear also just me telling you I love all your work. You’re all amazing and thank you for being so nice!

[desolationcleo]

Coming back to this post to reblog with the above meme and seeing the end of my own tags.

Yeah. It is, isn't it. Y'all changed me. Like you wouldn't believe.

Remembering that time I drew myself and like 5 trafficblr mutuals of mine hanging out in my living room watching Limited Life with pizza. Remembering all the spam-booping in April.

💚

This one goes out to Kingdom Come by The Civil Wars and That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil. To that you get it, you understand like no one else, the same-wavelength that's made me wonder if you're me from another reality. To how I found that Ren and Lizzie fae AU, and that fic where Grian and Martyn chat about devotion, and of course Elements of an Interdimensional Prison Break. To rolling up to you with the implications of Pearl being on Evo but not appearing in the games until Last Life. To "yes I do want to hear about the animatics in your head". To seeing a Hooty pfp who's obsessed with Watcher lore and sending the link to an Owl House fansong called Eyes On You that reminds me of Last Life. To recognizing how much the Watchers would love Pearl at least in Double Life. To rescue by the Listeners, and the idea of Grian helping somehow. To Watchers controlling mobs. To where and how I first learned that PMV has a second meaning besides the MLP fandom one. To how Grian may well have thought Third Life would be his last chance ever at living as a human. To listening to Safe & Sound and imagining two Evo members who escaped, singing it to each other after Pearl goes missing sometime in between 3L and LL, trying to convince themselves and each other that they really did make it out and they won't be next, neither of them really believing it.

To the concept of Grian no longer having a physical form being a major drive for his participation in 3rd Life, wanting to feel something even if it's just pain. To the "imagine all the small things he'd never do again" thread that makes me stare into space whenever I reread it. To Grian not even knowing what he wants out of being in the Life games. To Grian and Martyn dropkicking pumpkins. To "you'll never have another chance to love them the way you do now". To a shared obsession with the concept of the Evolutionists who wound up in Third/Last Life being grieved as though they died by the ones who escaped. To the idea of Skizz trying to get help to save his friends and being recaptured for it. To Grian reflecting on the Listeners' opinions of him and if he'd even be considered someone to save in their minds. To "I'm having a day" "You and me both".

To how when I saw the void scene at the end of the Limited Life finale and I went "hey this looks familiar", and somehow didn't see a single other person bring it up in the weeks that followed, I talked about it in your inbox because I knew if there was anyone else on this webbed site who noticed, it was you.

To that drawing I did of Skizz and Pearl with the words "thought we could run forever club".

💛

This one goes out to sculk Listeners with wool cloaks and teal specks of light forming gradients on their hands. To Grian meeting the Listeners, who have a question for him. To lyrics from It Will Come Back applied to Something For The Eyes. To Martyn as Orpheus trying to rescue his Southlands friends, bring them back from the dead. To the time I sent you an ask theorizing that Gem is a Listener agent, knowing full well you'd ignore the word "agent". To sending Music Of The Fears to your TMA blog, talking about it from my TMA blog, that you never knew was me. To all the canaryblogging. To the fic title idea list we made. To the things I've seen you manage to make lore out of that I wouldn't have second-glanced. To the thread where I realized it's likely Grian did hear BigB forgiving him after all.

To Grian shielding BigB and Pearl from the eyes they can feel are Watching them, to "yeet me concepts like this all you want" leading to the sheer number of asks I've sent you with things I wanted to talk about. To Scar's pain being eaten away in his last moments by Grian. To referring to Jimmy doing missions for the Listeners as him singing. To lucid dreaming in the void between games, letting oneself briefly disconnect from the illusion and feel oneself falling just to experience something real again. To "they grieve death not because it is the end of everything but because it takes from them what should have stayed forever". To my Nosy Neighbours TMA AUs. To Grian's first meal as a Watcher being from one of his friends. To all those times where I posted something and you reblogged going feral about it.

To "desolation tags always hit" and "you really know how to make someone insane" and "all i know is desolationcleo tags now" and "i blame desolationcleo for this one" and "but i'm also insane so" "love that for us" and your tags about wanting to study my brain up close.

To that drawing I did of Martyn sitting on the Southlands walls at night, asking Jimmy what he'd do if they could escape it all.

❤️

This one goes out to a header that's an image I made based on a post of yours. To the Rescue Team theory. To dropping the link to Song Of The Hive after you finished TMA season 1. To you finding my main blog and my responding in roleplay when you indirectly ask if it's me, until I take off the hood of my cloak and confirm that yes, I'm who you're thinking of. To the songs and the poems. To first meeting by rambling about all the evidence pointing to the Watchers doing something to Pearl so they could reroll the boogeyman in Last Life. To canaryblogging at length about the Four Miners and getting the reply "how has this not blown up yet". To singing The Middle Of Nowhere together, a song I discovered when you put it on my dash that has since made it to the top 3 of my YouTube seasonal recap twice. To running up to you at once with my observation that red life Scar in season 2 meets all the requirements to be a lich. To the Hadestown lyrics. To the time you basically called me your sister. To the dream where I was back in high school and you were there and we skipped class to talk about the Life series. To "your artstyle is monchy /pos".

To the time you wrote the fansong I wished existed.

To the screaming and crying and wailing reaction images exchanged over Three, running to each other with each new chapter, ever since you came into my inbox with that fic rec. To the time I asked if anyone wanted some songs to go insane about Watcher lore to and you raised your hand at once. To two glasses of fruit juice, one for each of us.

To that drawing I did of Scar alone on the mountain with tears in his eyes, my choice of character being driven by the knowledge that the Lone Sorcerer of Magical Mountain is your blorbo supreme.

👁️

For as inactive at best and deactivated at worst that they might be, they're still here. I carry them with me everywhere I go.

Wherever they are now, we raise our cups to them.

Sometimes I'm afraid I'm being annoying by frequently posting eyesandears or that my followers will be sick of it but then I remember there's like 3 people I've bonded with because they were openly and unapologetically obsessed with watcher lore

[nekoannie-chan]

Game

Title: Game.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of HYDRA!Reader.

Word count: 381 words.

Square: E2 “Russian roulette.”

Rating: Mature.

Summary: Steve and you played a deadly game.

Major Tags: Mention of a gun, Russian roulette.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo round 3. SB3090.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

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Steve had followed a trail to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town, where you were supposed to be.

The factory was deserted, the sound of his boots echoing on the concrete floor as he advanced cautiously, shield in hand. In a dark and dusty room, Steve finally found you. You were sitting in an old wooden chair with a serene expression on your face, as if you had been waiting for him.

"I knew you'd come, Captain," you said.

"You always know everything, don't you?" Steve replied dismissively. "But this time, I've got you cornered."

You smiled slightly and pulled a small pistol from his bag.

"How about we make it more interesting?" you suggested, twisting the revolver's barrel and making sure only one bullet was loaded. "Russian roulette."

Steve didn't want to play, but he knew he didn't have much choice. If he tried to disarm you right away, you might shoot.

"All right," he agreed.

You raised the gun and pointed it at your own temple. You turned the barrel and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger. There was a sharp click; without flinching, you passed the revolver to Steve.

Steve took the gun, his gaze locked on yours. He took a deep breath and turned the barrel again. He raised the gun, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger. Another click. He passed the gun back.

The game continued each click echoing through the room like a drumbeat of impending death. Neither of them blinked, keeping calm under unbearable tension.

On the sixth round, the reader turned the drum again and raised the gun for the last time. "It looks like we're both luckier than we thought," you muttered before pulling the trigger. Click.

"It looks like fate is smiling on us today," he said, slowly approaching.

Suddenly, in an unexpected move, you pulled out a small device and activated it. An explosion of smoke filled the room, momentarily blinding Steve. By the time the smoke cleared, you had disappeared, leaving behind only the revolver on the floor.

Steve picked up the gun and sighed. "Until next time," he muttered. He knew it wouldn't be the last time they saw each other; even if you were part of HYDRA, he wanted you by his side.

[agentreeb]

#PartingShot

Tagged by @beth-is-rainpaint

With this tag game, I want to know the answers to these five (5) questions and then tag 5 or more mutuals. Weren’t tagged but want to join? Join in! Everyone is an essential part of this fandom! Name from @agent.of.shield_ on Instagram (@agents-of-fangirling​) who had a great idea to post a picture of yourself with a drink (or just a drink) and tag it #partingshot as a finale goodbye to the show (which I also am going to post tomorrow on IG).

Where were you in life when you first started watching AoS?

I had just finished high school and was studying for my access to university exam. We had been preparing for this exam for the last two years and I started the show about a month before we had to take it. My brother and I had watched 1x02 like 5 years prior but that was it, and he told me we should watch the entire show (he was right).

Where are you now?

Just finished my first year of university, currently studying animation and learning all about the entertainment business. It hasn’t been easy so far but I’m super happy that I get to study for my dream career, and I love this show with my whole heart. I really do think it has taught me so much :)

What character development arc (or storyline in general) did you love the most?

Well I’m obviously biased but I have to say the fitzsimmons relationship arc, it has been a joy to watch.

However after taking classes on scriptwriting and audiovisual narrative, the framework arc has really grown on me. Yes it’s super angsty for our faves but the show did amazingly with that storyline and it’s just really well done, and should be appreciated.

What will you miss the most?

New content of our favorite family for sure, and seeing interviews and panels of the cast from now and then. I would also say the fandom but I hope we are still here even after the show ends!

Favourite quote?

“But now, I’m choosing to stand up, to become a part of something bigger. I really do believe that together, we can accomplish anything, because the truth is... I’m not just a history teacher. My name, is Phil Coulson, and I’m an agent of shield.”

Tagging anyone who wants to do it! If you haven’t been tagged yet then considered yourself tagged (you can say I tagged you if you want I don’t really mind), because we should all be a part of this😊

[ghostshaarkmoved]

ok survey time in the tags: what’s ur favorite season(s) of aos, when did u start watching, and ur opinion on s7 (+ any finale theories)