#romcnovc

[razorfst]

"Now, is there another place I should kiss?" ( she is def admiring the work of hickeys across his back thank you very much )

He could feel her fingers delicately trace up and down his bare back, no doubt looking over her work from earlier. It caused a chuckle to leave the large Romanian before turning around to look over at her with a bit of a smirk. Moving his back from her touch, they were now facing each other and he couldn’t help but let the smirk grow just a bit as green eyes looked her over. “I have a few ideas.” He replied, moving to prop himself up on his forearms, tilting his head just a bit as he waited to see just what her reply could be and if she knew what he might be thinking. But the look he was giving her wasn’t hard to read and she was the famous Black Widow after all. “Do you plan to leave marks like that where ever you kiss?” He added.

Random Asks | Accepting | @romcnovc​​

[symbiiotic]

❝ 𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑇 𝐴𝑁 𝐴𝐶𝑇𝑈𝐴𝐿 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸 𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑆 𝑂𝑅 𝐴 𝐹𝑅𝐴𝑇 𝐵𝑂𝑌 𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐸 𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑆? ❞    /     @romcnovc​

❝    𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘,  𝐘'𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  ——  ❞  He  doesn't  even  blink,  not  really;  he  just  sort've  scoffs  with  a  laugh,  stepping  right  into  the  tease  without  second  thought.  ❝  Nine  inches  in  that  context  is  just  excessive,  I  mean,  c'mon.  I  dunno  who  those  frat  boys  think  they're  foolin'.  ❞

【    ———  𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘  𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦  𝗢𝗙  𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧  ?    】

——  god,  okay,  he's  not  even  going  to  get  into  that  discussion  right  now,  even  if  it  makes  him  flush  a  little  under  the  collar.  Joking  about  that  sort've  thing?  Fine.  Explaining  it  to  the  alien  sharing  a  body  with  you?  Little  more  awkward.  ❝  Uh  ——  I'll  explain  later.  Use  your  imagination,  buddy.  ❞    【  𝗨𝗚𝗛.  𝗬𝗢𝗨  𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥  𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟  𝗨𝗦  𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚.  】

He  clears  his  throat,  just  ——  shaking  his  head  and  trying  to  dismiss  the  little  wrinkle  between  his  brows,  and  just  angles  a  glance  up  to  her.  ❝  But.  Nah,  they're  actually  nine  inches.  Or,  I  guess,  I've  never,  like.  Gotten  out  a  ruler.  But  anyhow,  damn,  best  pies  I  ever  had,  y'know,  we  ate  one  once  in  like,  two  sittings.  God  damn,  that  shop's  the  one  thing  I  miss  about  San  Francisco.  ❞

[nour-ahmed]

Sometimes you don't need anyone's company when you can have your romantic novel and coffee alongside the sunshine! ☀️🧡

[shieldbound]

@romcnovc​ || a meme somewhere in this tag || and i’m too lazy to find it rn.

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

Steve’s been sitting on the floor in front of the couch as the movie plays on the flat screen television. He’s lost track of the plot several times just from the conversation they pick up now and then as if they’ve never stopped. Catching up has a means of doing that. They’re going to have to watch this again sometime. From what he could tell? It was interesting enough.

Only not as interesting as her.

She’s draped a blanket around his shoulders and he’s using the side of her calf to prop himself against as they fall quiet again. His temple comes to rest against the side of her knee. Steve’s content just to have her company. It’s been too long since she had the chance to visit. Far longer than he liked. But that’s their lives, is it not? God knows downtime isn’t a word that exists much for them. Downtime together? Even more rare.

Long lashes dip down over his eyes as he closes them and sinks in the moment, savoring the warmth of her knee against his cheek. When her fingers push through his hair, a satisfied little huff parts his lips. His grin can be heard in his voice. “You keep that up and I’m never getting off this floor.” But--she should keep it up. Definitely., “Not that I’m complaining..”

[ringeded]

@romcnovc​ asked:“  you do realize you don’t have to do this alone right?  ”          CONFRONTATIONS

AND  YET,  EXPERIENCE  SAY  OTHERWISE.  he  is  not  alone,  no.  though  lonely  might  be  the  better  word  to  describe  the  situation.  his  ten  rings  organization  are  with  him  and  perhaps,  that’s  all  the  company  he  needs  and  deserves  on  that  moment,  with  his  children  having  escaped  home,  a  clear  sign  they  wished  to  be  left  alone.  so  he  lets  them.    Eyes  fall  to  the  black  widow  before  him.  much  like  his  own  ten  rings,  she  was  trained  from  such  a  young  age,  skilled,  he  admires  the  work,  although  the  methods  left  a  lot  to  be  desired.  

But  it  doesn’t  change  the  fact  all  the  same.  “Down  to  Gehenna,  or  up  to  the  Throne,  he  travels  the  fastest  who  travels  alone.”  He  quotes  Kipling,  words  he  uses  as  gospel  to  his  life.  “Others  slow  you  down.  Life  has  proven  me,  time  and  time  again,  that  sometimes,  alone  is  better.”

[notafossil]

nsfw prompts || accepting || @romcnovc​

[ MARK ] :     via gentle biting or hickeys, sender leaves a mark on receiver.

      she’s in his lap before he really realizes what’s happening, and almost instinctively his hands find purchase on her hips. she has a wicked little smile on her face as she runs her fingers through his hair, slowly tipping his head back as his brow lifts upward. and, when he opens his mouth to speak, a finger is pressed to his lips as she shushes him softly. it’s... ridiculously attractive, if he’s being honest. 

      he presses his lips together instead, humming low in his throat as lips meet the spot just beneath his ear. she lingers only a moment, and then begins to kiss her way down his throat, blunt teeth grazing against his skin. reflectively, his fingers press a little more firmly into her hips, sliding her further up his lap just as she bites down harder. a soft breath is sucked through his teeth, and he can feel the mark that she’s left on his skin as she leans back to admire it. his lips twitch upwards at the edges and, deciding against questioning this, Steve tilts his head up and seals his lips over hers.

[beseeinyou]

                            @romcnovc​    /    STARTER CALL.     

❛    THANKS  FOR  COMING  -----   i’ll  see  you  next  week.   ❜        he’s  speaking  to  a  widow  that  quite  likes  his  attention.         she  comes  to  every  meeting  steve  holds  for  those  who  lost  people  during  the  snap.          he  sees  nothing  flirtatious  about  her  ,    BUT  IT’S  THERE.       he  just  smiles  &  says  goodnight  before  looking  around.          

when  he  spots  nat  ,   a  brighter  smile  touches  his  lips.         ❛   you  missed  the  meeting.  ❜        he  half  pouts  at  her  before  he  chuckles  &  makes  his  way  over.        ❛    i  was  thinkin’  we  could  go  out  for  dinner  this  time  . . .  ?      someplace  nice.   ❜

[deathhumored]

[ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning  //  STEVE  &  NATASHA  /  @romcnovc​

❛     ----- !!!    ❜            a  sound  of  surprise  escapes  the  super  soldier  as  he’s  suddenly  kissed.            he  doesn’t  know  how  to  respond  ;     SHOULD  HE  KISS  HER  BACK  ?         WHY  WAS  SHE  KISSING  HIM  ?         WERE  THEY  HIDING  ?           no  ,  they  were  in  his  living  room.          no  one  was  here.          she  was  just  . . .   kissing  him.          for  . . .   fun  ?           did  this  mean  something  ?            they  weren’t  together  -----  &&  they’d  only  kissed  once  to  avoid  being  caught.           so  why  . . . ?        

all  while  his  mind  runs  through  every  possible  question  ,  his  body  seems  to  react  without  his  brain  catching  up.         his  hands  find  her  waist  &  draw  her  in  ,  lips  eagerly  returning  the  kiss.            he  was  not  experienced  in  this  ------------  he’d  lied  when  he  said  he’d  kissed  anyone  since  peggy.          of  course  he  hadn’t  ---  he  couldn’t  relate  to  anyone  alive  nowadays.           at  least  ,  anyone  but  bucky  &  sam  . . .        since  the  snap  ,  he’s  been  closest  to  natasha  ;  knows  her  more  than  anyone  these  days.          so  it’s  only  a  surprise  to  his  mind  that  he’s  attracted  to  her  ----  his  body  knew  that  already. 

when  his  mind  does  catch  up  ,  though  ,  he  reluctantly  pulls  back  ,  baby  blues  quickly  searching  her  face  for  some  kind  of  sign  that  this  was  a  bad  joke.           was  she  just  using  him  . . . ?          was  something  going  on  ?         or  . . . ?   

❛    . . . NAT  ?    ❜            he  mumbles  ,  brows  knitting.            he  doesn’t  move  away  from  her  ---  doesn’t  take  his  hands  away  from  her  waist.          he  just  doesn’t  function  like  most  people  these  days  --- can’t  just  kiss  someone  or  sleep  with  someone  for  fun.          IT  MEANT  SOMETHING.          he’d  be  lying  to  himself  if  he  tried  to  say  he  didn’t  feel  anything  for  her.           it  was  just  the  worry  that  this  was  one-sided.         the  world  was  shit  -----  the  people  they  loved  were  gone.           he  can’t  blame  her  if  she  was  just  trying  to  distract  herself.        JUST  DIDN’T  WANT  IT  TO  BE  HIM.            not  like  this.