#swietek93

[sassaspazz]

Just sending bunches of love for you right now ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thanks a bunch hon 

[natrogersfics]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!!!!

Thank you, my dear! 😘

[chalantness]

"It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."with steve & natasha.

85. “It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear.” + 5. “I don’t wanna get up–you’re comfy.” - requested by @swietek93 (fluff meme)

He’s awake, and he knows she can tell, but he still ignores the way she whispers, “Steve,” and gently scratches her nails over the back of his head.

Maybe he’s being a little selfish about it, but he’s not ready to let go of Natasha just yet, even if they should be moving to the bed rather than spending the rest of the night tangled on the couch. He thinks she’s pretty damn comfortable right now, though. She’s laying back on an abundance of throw pillows, and, halfway through the shitty Hallmark drama they’d put on last night, he had crawled over her and rested his head on her chest, wrapping his arms around her torso as her fingers idly played with his hair.

“Steve.” She digs her nails in a little harder, and he cracks, chuckling against the flat of her stomach. She breathes out a laugh, too, trying to squirm out of his grasp, but he tightens his arm around her and presses a kiss to her skin.

“Stay.”

“I’m hungry, Steve.”

“It’s two in the morning,” he groans, skimming his lips up and nipping at the little bow between the cups of her bra. He glances up at her to find her lips curved in a sexy, sleepy sort of smile, and, fuck. It’s not that he could ever forget just how beautiful she is, but sometimes it still catches him off-guard. Especially now, in the glow of the TV lights, her hair in a rumpled, elegant sort of mess as it falls in curls over the pillows. She looks - relaxed. She looks totally at peace.

He loves that he’s the reason for that. He loves that he makes her feel safe.

“Yes, it’s two in the morning,” she says in a drawl, smoothing her thumb along the line of his jaw, and her turns to kiss the inside of her palm. “And I’m hungry.”

He slides himself further up her body, kissing her skin as he goes, and, despite her insistence, he feels her body curl into his, her neck arching against his lips. “I don’t want to get up,” he mumbles into the curve of her throat, relishing in the way her nails dig into the muscles of his back. “You’re comfy.”

She laughs - open and airy and bright - and his heart actually skips in his chest at the sound. He grins as he lifts his head to meet her gaze. “If you don’t get off and let your pregnant wife have her cake, you’ll become very familiar with this couch, Steve Rogers.”

He smirks, leaning in to kiss her on the lips, once, twice, three times. Then he peels himself off of her, standing up and offering his hands, and she lets him pull her up and onto her feet. She walks in front of him to the kitchen, and he knows the sway in her hips is deliberate, even if she’s purposefully not looking over her shoulder at him. His wife is such a fucking tease.

(And, no. Technically she’s not his wife just yet, because they’re waiting until after the baby is born, but still. She’s his everything, even before he put that ring on her finger, even before he’d come to realize he was in love with her. As excited as he is to be married to her, officially, he doesn’t see why he has to wait to call her his wife when she’s his partner in every sense of the word and always has been.)

“I’m guessing you forgot,” he says, following her into the kitchen, “that you finished the other half of the cheesecake last night.”

Her hand pauses on the handle of the fridge, and she turns to him with a glare. To anyone else, the cut of her stare would no doubt have been intimidating. But to him, all it does is make a laughter burst from his chest. Which is probably not the best thing to do in the middle of the night when she’s having cravings, but, shit. It’s hardly the first time she’s made that face at him during her pregnancy and it’s sure as hell not going to be the last, no matter how hard he tries.

“Luckily, your husband comes prepared.”

He pulls open the pantry and takes out a box of store-bought cake mix, setting it down on the counter. She rubs her lips together, fighting back a smile.

“Do we have ice-cream?” she asks, stepping closer.

He lets his gaze slide down the curves of her body, his smile widening ever so slightly. He knows no one else can quite see the differences, and really, there’s not much to even see yet. But he knows every inch of her like the back of his hand, so he notices the changes right away, no matter how small. Her stomach is growing firmer every day, the small bump starting to form, but she’s no less comfortable with her body than she’d been before and he loves it. Honestly, the only reason she’d bothered putting anything back on last night was because she’d been a little cold.

“Yes,” he chuckles, finally dragging his eyes back up to hers. She looks amused, no doubt noticing where his stare had been.

“Mint chocolate chip?”

He smirks, reaching out and dragging her to him by her hips. “Of course.”

It’s cute, the way her eyes sparkle at this. “You’ll bake it for me?”

“I’ll bake it with you,” he corrects, and she’s laughing as he slants his lips over hers.

[beezyland]

HOLY SHIT YOU UPDATE OH MY GOD IM SO FUCKING EXCITED THIS COULDNT HAVE COME AT A MORE NEEDED TIME HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU ARE A GODSEND I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this goddess of the slow burn bout’a bring you established relationship f l u f f like 3-6 months from now lmao 

[natrasharomanova]

swietek93 replied to your post “when @enigma731 and @citizenscully co-author their first book you...”

I want one! Lol

you will be my first convert

[imaginesteverogerss]

Imagine Steve walking in on Nat and Bucky making out on the couch and just joining in and then cuddles and making out and snuggle fun

Nikki’s Polyvengers AU (follow the tag for more)

+

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve and Natasha cuddling on the couch while it’s snowing outside! (Bonus of Bucky joins!)

It shouldcome to no one’s surprise that Steve isn’t a fan of winter. It was depressing,cold, wet, gloomy and dark. The only half-decent thing that ever comes out ofwinter is Christmas, but global warming fucked that up this year, robbing them of aWhite Christmas.

But it’sokay, really.

Winterwill be over soon and Steve can go back to running every morning without lookinglike a giant marshmallow. That, however, he blames completely on Bucky. 

Bucky is an even-earlier-riser than Steve and makes sure that Steve is allbundled up and protected before he goes out into the frigid temperatures. As ifhe actually needs it…because…you know, he’s a super soldier running hotter thanmost human beings and all, but that does not stop Bucky from mother-henning him even for a second.

Stevedoesn’t mind it. He knows Bucky does it because he loves him and that thought aloneis enough to melt away any ill feelings Steve has towards the situation. The clothes doesn’t hinder him much and they are comfortable. Steve really has nothing but aesthetic to complain about. Thankfully,winter means that there’s really no one out at this time of day to witness hisattire. After all, he’s back in base before the sun comes up.

Stevesprints across the driveway and nods a hi to FRIDAY as she lets him in.

Correction: noone witnesses his attire except Bucky…and Nat who is currently curled intotheir boyfriend’s embrace on the living room couch. They’re watching a movie of some kind.

To hercredit, she doesn’t outright laugh like Sam did when she sees him. Her lips dotwitch and Steve steels himself against the jokes as he drops a kiss on eachof their lips. Tony would never, ever see him like this, he decides.

“I’ll takea shower and I’ll join you?” Steve looks Nat and grins when she nods.

She isn’tthe tactile type…most days. Some days, she’ll drape across anyone that is nearher (she prefers Tony, who has been ranked The Most Cuddlable by the rest of them—a title he takesoffense to) and other days, the decision made by planet alignment andher molecular craving. Either way, it is her choice and Steve always makes sureto ask. They all do.

Steve runsthrough his shower quickly, the thought of his partners out there waiting forhim causing him to move at super human speeds. He changes into a pair of sweatsand one of Nat’s favorite cuddle shirts before ending up on the other side ofNat on the couch. He preens slightly when she shifts to burrow into him. Bucky stickshis tongue out at him over her head and Steve replies with the same. He scootscloser to Bucky. All three of them shift until they’re all cuddling properlyand Steve doesn’t have to stretch too far to kiss either one of them as themovie plays in the background.  

[wonderwcman]

Oh sweat heart I'm so sorry to hear about your sister! I'm not really great at advice but I did want to let you know I'm here if you need anything <3 if you just need an ear or anything

thank you, you’re lovely <3

[chalantness]

Romanogers, royal au (because I need more of this au in my life) #30 and #57 Thank you!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

30. Come to bed. Fuck me senseless. + 57. The blindfold tightens around your head.

13. Licking your fingers clean of her.+ royal ‘verse - requested by an anon

133. Turn around and wait for me. - requested by @swietek93

Also inspired by this gif (nsfw).

(six sexy secret words meme)

He practically rips her out of her dress, dropping it to the floor with a tug of his lips as he sits back on the armchair, and she laughs and shakes her head. She knows she must be grinning like an idiot, but she doesn’t quite care right now. A few hours to herself has been almost impossible to squeeze in with the way her days have been scheduled to the minute, practically. But with her appearance canceled and her flight pushed back due to weather, suddenly she and Steve have an entire morning and a hotel suite for themselves.

So, yes, she thinks she’s allowed to be a little giddy about the change of plans.

“You know,” she says, sliding herself onto his lap as his hands come around to undo the clasp of her bra, “I think my mother may be onto us.”

He pauses, glancing up at her, lips pressed together in a smile he’s trying to fight. “Is that really where your thoughts are right now?” he asks, sliding her bra off and tossing it to the floor with her dress. She laughs and leans in, slanting her lips over his. Okay, she realizes how it might be inappropriate to bring up her mother right now: when she’s in nothing but her panties and straddling his lap, his hard length pressing against her through his dress slacks.

“I’m just saying.” She nips at his lip as his hands come around her hips and grasp at her ass, grinding her against his leg. She moans, tipping her head back. “That might explain why we can’t ever get a second together anymore.”

He wraps his lips around one of her nipples, humming as he gives it a gentle suck. “Or perhaps it’s because your adoring public can’t get enough of you.” She feels him smirk against her breast. “I certainly know I’ll never have my fill.”

She twists her fingers in his hair, tugging his head back to look at her, and he licks his lips.

Oh, this man is going to be the death of her.

“You shouldn’t talk about your princess like that,” she says, one eyebrow arched, though she knows her expression isn’t as stern as she’s pretending to be. but she couldn’t care less. Not with the way he’s still guiding her hips over his, her arousal soaking through the front of her panties and onto his slacks. “I’m not some object for the people’s pleasure, or for yours, either.”

His eyes flash, and there’s a challenge in the way his lips quirk. But, his tone is one of perfect innocence as he says, “My apologies, Your Highness.”

(And it’s stupid, how completely sexy he sounds whenever he calls her that: with his voice low and gravelly, and maybe just a little bit dangerous.)

“Perhaps I’ll forgive you,” she says, leaning in to graze her lips over the apple of his cheek, and she smiles when she feels his grip tighten on her hips, “if you make amends.” She nips at the underside of his jaw, then licks at her teeth marks, teasing her tongue against his skin. “Come to bed. Fuck me senseless. And then maybe I’ll be willing to overlook your presumptuous tongue.”

She slides off of his lap and onto her feet, relishing in the way his eyes trace down her body as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushes them down her legs. He stands up, grasps her chin with his fingers. “If you would be so kind, Your Highness,” he starts, running his thumb over her lower lip, “I have a small request.” She raises her eyebrows. He leans in and whispers, right into her ear: “Sit on the bed, turn around and wait for me.”

Her heart skips, and she bites down on her lower lip, holding his gaze.

“Very well then,” she says, surprised by how steady her voice comes out as she steps back. She holds his gaze for a moment longer, watching his eyes fall to her lips for a moment, and she licks them, turning around and walking into the bedroom.

Her pulse is thrumming as she lowers herself onto the bed, her back to the doorway as she twists her fingers into the duvet. She can hear him in the other room, can hear the soft rustle of fabric and the clatter of his belt as he starts undressing. She bites her lower lip, imagining the flex of his muscles as he shrugs out of his shirt, imagining her fingers tracing down the V of his hips as he pushes his pants off. She licks her lips, remembering the dark, stormy look in his eyes the other night, when she’d sunken to her knees in front of him in the limo. Remembering the way he’d groaned out her name as she licked the underside of his length, closing her lips around the tip and sucking gently.

Then she sucks in a gasp as she feels something soft being draped over her eyes, Steve’s voice soft and steady as he murmurs, “It’s me, love.” He kisses her hair, tightening the blindfold (probably his tie, based on how silky it feels) around her head and knotting it into place. It’s tight, but not uncomfortable, and it should be ridiculous how sexy she feels right now.

His hand slides over her hips, making her jump, and she tips her head back against his shoulder as his fingers slide between her legs. Fuck, she’s wet.

“This still feels like it’s about your pleasure, Mr. Rogers,” she says, her voice breathy and a little shaky as he strokes into her wetness.

He brushes a kiss to her shoulder. “Trust me, Princess. This is all about you.” He grasps her arms, gently maneuvering her onto her knees and further toward the center of the mattress, and then the bed dips as he slides underneath her.

She’s not sure if it’s because of the blindfold or if she’s just that sensitive, but it feels as if his touch is burning into her skin. His hand slides over the small of her back, guiding her to lower herself until his lips are grazing her slick folds. It draws a mewl from her lips, and she digs her nails into the duvet, fighting the urge to grind into his mouth.

Then he licks a broad stripe up her center, flicking at her clit, and she throws her head back in a moan. She wishes she could grasp onto a headboard, or anything to stable herself, because she’s certain she’s about to be reduced to a quivering, shaking mess with the way his tongue is lapping at her.

He groans, making her body jolt as she tips her head back in a moan. He flicks at her clit once, twice, three times, then takes it between his lips and sucks.

“S-Steve,” she breathes, a white-hot tingle sliding down her spine, coiling tighter and tighter in her stomach.

She knows that Steve knows how to make her come in minutes, and with the way they sneak around, they usually need to keep things quick.

But right now, she knows Steve is teasing her, savoring her every little shudder and sigh, drawing out every moan and whimper. Because they can actually take their time right now, and she knows he’s sure as hell going to take advantage of that. It’s just the two of them here, and they have hours to themselves before they have to get ready to fly home, and just the thought of it is enough to make her come undone. They haven’t had this kind of time alone since they’d gone to the cabin over winter, and Steve had fucked every ounce of energy out of her, taking her on every surface, and the cabin had practically been in shambles.

(She can only imagine the state they’ll leave this hotel room in.)

“Oh, oh,” she moans, her entire body shuddering as she grinds down on his lips. She’s close, so close -

But then Steve eases his lips off of her, digs his fingers into her ass as she bows forward, bracing herself on her forearms. He takes a soft, almost tentative lick, her walls fluttering and tightening, and his groan makes her folds tingle.

“Fuck.” He flicks at her clit and her body jolts. “You taste perfect, love.”

She’s buzzing, tingling, and she grinds against his mouth, needing more. If she took off her blindfold, she knows she’d find him watching her with that twinkle in his eyes, his lips glistening, his expression dazed. But, as much as she loves to watch him, she kind of loves this a little more right now. Her every sense feels heightened, his silk tie cool against her flushed skin.

Then he wraps his lips around her bundle of nerves again, sucking gently as he sinks two fingers into her, thrusting, curling, and she muffles her moan into the duvet. He circles his tongue over her clit again and again, thrusting his fingers a little faster, and she’s there, right there -

“Steve,” she whimpers, white-hot pleasure shooting through her veins as her orgasm bursts over her.

He groans, sounding every bit as wrecked as she feels, and he keeps lapping at her as she unravels at the seams. Her hips are jerking and rolling into his tongue, her walls fluttering around his fingers as her body trembles through her high.

She lets out a mewl from the back of her throat as he pulls his fingers from her and gently rolls them over, laying her onto her back. He slides his tie off from around her eyes and she blinks up at him, her vision blurring into focus as he takes his fingers into his mouth. Her heart skips as she watches him lick her slickness off, and this burst of warmth unfurls low in her stomach as she grasps his wrist and pulls his hand away to kiss him, whimpering at the taste of herself on his tongue.

“So,” he says, his voice low and thick, “am I forgiven, Your Highness?”

She smiles, kisses him a little harder, a little deeper. “I’m not sure,” she says as his lips tug into a smirk. “I think your princess needs more convincing.”