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Summary: This chapter explains & helps visualize the world I've built, if that doesn't interest you feel free to skip. The most important parts will be revealed in the fic itself at some point Im sure (I spent too much time sorting all this out to not post it for others lmao)
Authors note: y'all don't seem to have much, if any, interest in these kinda things on any of my 3 platforms 🫤 so I'll try to finish up posting them asap so I can get back to the story for you guys. Sorry
Background: Hes been Spider-man for many years now, but is newer at being an Avenger. He enjoys being able to work with the team and help out the greater good but he feels most at home swinging around the city. He's no stranger to loss, having lost Gwen, so he's hesitant to let any of the team too close when he joins them. But it doesn't last long, and he ends up bonding with Tony & Bruce over science. And he also bonds with Pietro, Kate, Yelena & Wanda.
James "Bucky" Barnes - The Winter Soldier
Gear: Enhanced metal arm, assault rifle, smg, multiple side arms, multiple knives, grenades, garrote & tactical gear
Abilities: Enhanced: speed, agility, reflexes, durability & strength, ex military, expert in hand to hand combat, expert marksman, assassin
Background: After Peggy disappeared he and Steve kept up the fight with what remained of HYDRA with the help of Howard Stark. Eventually he and Steve are outnumbered and out-maned, and are presumed dead when all they find of them is Buckys arm. In reality they were both captured, and over the next several decades are brainwashed and conditioned by HYDRA, given a version of the super soldier serum and made into deadly assassins. They are only brought out for the toughest of missions, otherwise and in cryo. But they are freed by Peggy after her presence stirs something in their minds.
Abilities: Enhanced: speed, agility, reflexes, durability & strength, ex military, expert in hand to hand combat, expert marksman, assassin
Background: After Peggy disappeared he and Bucky kept up the fight with what remained of HYDRA with the help of Howard Stark. Eventually he and Bucky are outnumbered and out-maned, and are presumed dead when all they find of them is Buckys arm. In reality they were both captured, and over the next several decades are brainwashed and conditioned by HYDRA, given a version of the super soldier serum and made into deadly assassins. They are only brought out for the toughest of missions, otherwise and in cryo. But they are freed by Peggy after her presence stirs something in their minds.
Matt Murdock - Daredevil
Gear: Duel clubs that can be connected by wire or turn into a staff & tactical suit
Abilities: Radar sense, enhanced senses, superhuman reflexes, expert in martial arts, expert in hand to hand combat, attorney at law
Background: Blinded at a young age by chemicals his other senses quickly filled the gaps, letting him experience the world in a very unique way. His need for justice and fighting spirit showcase themselves in two very distinct ways within him. By day he's an attorney, one unwilling to turn the other cheek or be bought by a bribe. And by night he's the protector of Hells Kitchen, the Daredevil. He was content to work alone, but now that he has allies within the Avengers he likes the idea of having a team to not only help keep New York, but the world, safer.
Kate Bishop - Hawkeye
Gear: Bow with custom arrows & tactical suit
Abilities: Expert marksman, training with Clint
Background: After seeing Hawkeye up close during The Battle of New York she developed a love for the hero and as soon as she could she took up archery. Clint truly is her idol, so when she overheard her mother talking to Wilson Fisk of all people, she knew she had to investigate. And she knew she had to reach out to Hawkeye for help. Their team up was a dream come true, even it was a bummer that they had to take down her mom. Now she finds herself a part of the team, kinda. Shes at least training with Clint and becoming friends with a few other members of the team.
Abilities: The Red Rooms greatest student, spy/assassin, SHIELD training, expert in hand to hand combat, expert in martial arts, expert marksman, expert hacker, Enhanced: agility, reflexes & durability
Background: When Ultron took over her Earth, he destroyed humanity. In one instant she lost her entire world, including her Avengers. The only exceptions had been her best friend Clint, and her girlfriend Y/n. But that didn't make the loss of her team, who had become like a family to her, any easier to bare. The three remaining survivors tried to get revenge on Ultron and stop his army, but it only ended in more devastating loss for Nat when her girlfriend was murdered and her best friend sacrificed himself. She had been left alone, and a shell of her former self, and hope had been replaced by grief and rage.
Can I just say... This movie has the absolute best styling for Nat out of every other movie she's been in. It just feels so her. The braids, the piercing stacks, the return of the arrow necklace??? Hello??? I love this outfit in particular. The soft green suits her so well and she looks so cozy and casual. I adore it.
Summary: Natasha’s never quite seen herself like this before.
I almost managed to fulfill the entirety of the request, but alas… whoopsie
18+
Author’s note: Honestly? It's just porn. The word “cock” is used in reference to the strap.
It’s initially just black, darkness surrounding her, Natasha simply reveling in everything happening to her… until a sudden, sharp stinging is felt on the inside of her thigh, your hand coming down and making firm contact with the plushness there. Her eyes shoot open, a cry of surprise escaping her mouth that progresses into a high-pitched whine when the first thing she sees is herself reflected back at her in the mirror.
God, she looks absolutely pathetic right now—fucked out in a way she’s not used to seeing, never having been forced to watch herself before—and she closes her eyes again in an attempt to avoid the sight.
“Eyes open,” you tell her, “Eyes on you, unless… you want me to stop?” It’s teasing. You know very well what the answer to that question is, how much she currently needs you to keep going, for the pleasure you’re providing her with to keep sparking under her skin and firing up and down her spine until it settles back in her core.
But still, despite her desperation, she doesn’t reply to you.
“Use your words, Natasha,” you demand, punctuating your sentence by bucking your hips up to push into her a few times.
Your actions don’t make it any easier, and you smirk as she moans, loud and uncontrolled, echoing through the room and off the walls in the way that means she’s close. You’re lucky that Tony soundproofed your quarters after the first time your and Natasha’s romps were heard throughout the night, keeping the other Avengers awake with sounds that they never wanted to become familiar with in the first place.
“No, please, please don’t stop. I’m so close. Please,” Natasha then begs, her hips rolling with urgency, her body eager for you to keep relentlessly pounding into her, eager for the heat that being so completely filled by you brings about, for the ache from deep within her that only you can soothe to lessen.
“Already?” you ask even though you’re well aware of how near she is to tipping, how near the redhead is to falling into sweet oblivion. You know the signs of Natasha’s pleasure better than she does, able to recognize every expression that twists her face, able to decipher every jerk and jolt of her body, well acquainted with every potential reaction you could receive whenever you’re fucking her.
She just nods her head, struggling to find her voice. There’s too much input, too many sensations for her to process all at once.
“I said ‘words’,” you remind her, and you decide to let up, transitioning from harsh thrusts to languid ones in order to help her answer.
It doesn’t work.
“Can’t-” She almost doesn’t get the word out. “Fuck, can’t, can’t- so close, can’t, fuck-”
You hum, the noise more mocking than understanding. “Let me help then,” you murmur, reaching your hand toward the bedside table, grabbing at the vibrator you had left there beforehand. You switch it on, and the low buzzing that begins to fill the room makes a soft, helpless noise leave Natasha as she realizes just what’s coming.
You slowly skim the vibrator along her inner thigh, dragging it lightly across the sensitive skin there, a trail of goosebumps following the path it takes. It feels like it’s miles away from where she’s throbbing for it, so her back arches and her hips buck up in impatience, trying to make contact with the toy. She lets out an unfiltered whine as the strap shifts and reangles itself inside of her, falling forward, her hands landing on your knees.
She tries to catch her breath, but you don’t allow her to.
It’s at the lowest setting, but that doesn’t mean that the vibrator’s first touch against her clit doesn’t cause her eyes to roll back in her head, her hands quickly moving from your knees to scrabble at the sheets, grabbing hold of them and crushing them between her fingers. “Fuck!” she exclaims, startled by the suddenness. Her entire being is feverish, overheated, hypersensitive. There’s both satisfaction as the vibrations finally rack through her frame but also a burning need for more.
“Keep moving,” you demand when you notice her motions falter, when she starts to let the vibrator do all the work for her.
With difficulty, she begins pushing herself up before dropping herself down, resuming burying your strap deeply within her sopping hole. Her breasts jump with every movement as she continues to impale herself on the silicone, riding you like you requested, her fingers clutching at the sheets as she rocks weakly, overcome by the feelings that make her body twitch and writhe on top of you.
“That’s a girl,” you praise, “Bouncing so sweetly on my cock. Do you see yourself? Taking me so well?”
Natasha nods, her ability to speak having been stripped away by the almost unbearable sensation of you—the one hand holding her hip feeling like a brand, your strap stretching her cunt out deliciously, the vibrator pressed firmly to her clit to the point where she doesn’t know if it’s making everything better or worse at this point.
Her eyes are half-lidded, her mouth parted with irregular breaths as she takes in the sight of herself in the mirror again. She can see every piece of her—or perhaps pieces, as it feels like you’ve torn her apart bit by bit and left her scattered around the room—laid bare before her. Her skin shines with a thin sheen of sweat, her chest flushed a bright pink as she clearly becomes fatigued from all the exertion, but she stays determined, nonetheless. She can easily make out the sticky mess between her legs in the reflection; she watches how the silicone shaft glistens with her juices every time she raises her hips up and comes off its length slightly before sinking back down.
And she begins working faster, harder, grinding in needy, clumsy circles, as if seeing herself only furthers the fire she has building inside. Her dignity was abandoned somewhere along the way, and she can’t bring herself to care when you’re stuffing her full like only you ever can.
You notice her gaze drop to where you’re both connected, staring fixatedly at how the strap rhythmically plunges in and out of her hole, slick noises mixing with her moans.
“Just look at you,” you say, “You’re dripping, soaked. This pretty pussy was just begging to be fucked like this, wasn’t it?”
Natasha warms at the vulgar way you’re talking about her, blushing at your tone, at your words, but her body betrays her, and she clenches down on the silicone unconsciously.
A coy smile appears on your face at her bashfulness, at how she tries to hide just how much she’s enjoying everything. You can’t help but tease her further. “Say it,” you request.
When she doesn’t answer, shaking her head, too embarrassed to do so, you repeat yourself.
It’s a command this time—you’re no longer asking—and she knows that, so she takes a breath in preparation to echo the crude words back at you, but you don’t give her enough time, turning the vibrator up to the highest setting, the touch causing her entire being to thrum.
Natasha jumps as the sudden increase, the switch from the soft and steady vibrations to the severe ones jarring, you giving her no warning or chance to adjust. “My pussy was begging for it!” she cries out, “Fuck! It was begging! I’m begging!”
You hum again in satisfaction when she finally gets the words out. “That’s right,” you agree, “And begging girls don’t get to come.” You turn the vibrator back down, a chuckle leaving you when you see how her eyes widen in desperation. She’s trembling with the need to finally make it over the edge you’re keeping her on; you’ve been tormenting her by dangling her release just out of reach.
“No,” she pleads, “No, please, I’m good. I’m good. I’m not begging, I’m good.”
You just shake your head, tutting. “You just said you were begging,” you remind her.
Natasha whines. It’s true. She is begging, but she’s willing to say whatever it takes right now for you to let her to come.
“I’m good,” she tries to convince you again.
You then shush her, taking pity on the redhead that’s currently been reduced to a simple, babbling mess on your lap.
“I know you are,” you reassure softly, “My good girl, always my good girl.” And then you turn the toy back up, letting the vibrations resume their assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that you know will send her careening in just moments.
When she feels the intensity spike, Natasha stops remembering how to hold herself together; she doesn’t want to hold herself together. She’s falling with no desire to catch herself as everything overloads her system and takes her apart. Her release crashes through her and makes her forget how to breathe altogether, both her inhales and exhales stuttering to a stop in her chest before she remembers that she actually does need oxygen.
It’s the best form of torture when you continue to hold the vibrator directly against her clit, not giving her any respite, and her body shakes and shudders as the onslaught remains rushing through her.
“Wait, no more,” she chokes out, “Can’t- no more.”
“Someone just told me she wanted this. Now you’re saying that your greedy little cunt can’t take it?”
“No- no,” Natasha keeps protesting as you don’t let up, “S’too much-”
“You can do it,” you encourage, knowing her limits, knowing when to push and when to pull away, and right now, despite her objections, there’s no way Natasha truly wants you to ease up. She craves another climax; her body craves another climax. It’s blatantly telling you so as her hips still rock back and forth on your strap, as her walls clamp down tightly on the silicone as if trying to milk every drop of pleasure from you that she possibly can.
You start moving with her, hard and forceful snaps of your hips into her squelching cunt as the vibrator still buzzes against her causing her to gasp at the dual sensations.
A moan catches in her throat, her breath hitching, overstimulation warring with the euphoria that always follows an orgasm given to her by you. She goes to protest again but is abruptly stopped when you shove two fingers into her open mouth, effectively cutting the redhead off, preventing her from voicing anything further.
“Hush,” you murmur, your voice just a soft whisper against the shell of her ear, the brush of your lips along her skin making her shiver. Her tongue instinctively swirls around your digits before sucking on them gently, soaking them with her saliva, a trail of it beginning to dribble out the side of her mouth.
“There you go,” you praise, “Just stay quiet and let me play with you.”
This time, Natasha complies, focusing now on you in her mouth, on the weight of your fingers on her tongue, trying to distract herself from the unrelenting pressure of the vibrator and the wet slide of the strap inside her.
She can tell she’s quickly approaching another peak, and she wants to tell you, to warn you, but with your fingers pushed to the back of her throat, all she can do is whimper around them.
Fortunately for her, she doesn’t need to say anything. You can see it clear as day on her face in the mirror, see it in the way her head is lolling from side to side against your shoulder as her back leans heavily against your front. The vibrator is still at the highest setting, persistent and ruthless in its stimulation, and Natasha, even though she was just overwhelmed with ecstasy, is back to feeling starving for more, hips still working.
“One more,” you tell her before asking a question even though you know she can’t respond with your fingers caressing her tongue: “You can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more?”
She groans, eyes fluttering shut, trying to nod as she continues to suck and lick at your skin.
“Then come for me again,” you command, “I want you to come again all over my cock.”
Those words are all it takes, Natasha never able to disobey you, and she’s thrown into yet another climax after only just having recovered from the first, a loud, keening sound getting ripped from deep within her chest. She’s engulfed by it, drowning in it, the entire room feeling as though it’s spinning as she becomes dizzy with pleasure, unable to find her equilibrium through the vibrations that you still haven’t yet turned down. The only thing holding her together right now, the only thing grounding her, is the feeling of you, stable behind her.
After a few seconds of tension, of her muscles pulled taut, she drops limply against you, hips finally going still, too exhausted to keep moving. You gently pull the vibrator away from the apex of her thighs, switching it off, the sensations still there but now dulled to residual, phantom tingles that spread from her core outward to the rest of her body in waves.
You let her settle, Natasha very obviously spent, unable to take any more for the time being, and she curls into you, the strap still buried between her legs as she shifts to press her face into the crook of your neck.
You brush a light kiss to the crown of her head. “Is it safe to assume you can’t handle another?” you ask playfully.
We've gone back to basics here, but I also feel like this is the first time her suit actually looks meant for battle?? She's got armoured padding and boots without heels for once. I call that a win!
