#vvidowbite

[amarvelousmencgerie]

@vvidowbite

Kara stood in front of Nat as she finished getting ready. It was a casual party but as the redhead pulled her hair out from her shirt, Kara couldn't help but be a bit jealous of such a beautiful person. She leaned against the doorframe as she put red lipstick on to contrast with her alabaster skin and light blond hair. Looking down at her pink sweater and very low slung jeans, she realized that the bottom of her sweater didn't quite make it low enough and her pierced bellybutton was showing. Her father hated when she dressed this way but now that she was in college, she wasn't about to let his rules stand anymore. She was already furious with the call she'd received.

"Nat, are you having an arranged marriage. I know your father and my grandfather are close. I just got a call from my father and he said that he'd spoken to my grandfather and they'd decided who I'd be marrying."

She sighed, wishing that her mother could be there. If she hadn't died maybe she'd be free to one day marry who she wanted. Kara nodded at her answer. "Well maybe I'll get to see him tonight. My father wouldn't tell me his name just that he goes to King's and he was a Heathen." Just as she'd mentioned the group, she saw Clint come out of the kitchen with a bag of chips. "Seriously, don't you have any food at the Elite mansion."

Kara shook her head and grabbed a short leather coat and put it on. "Okay so let's get a move on before I chicken out and go back to bed." She giggled at Clint before wrapping her arm around Natasha's.

------the heathens mansion----

As the three of them walked in, her eyes widened. She'd been to plenty of events for the Elites but this was her first crossing lines. She was taken back by the size and decadence of the place but tried to remain focused on the people around her. She was looking for her friend and hoped that he wouldn't be too far. A drink server walked by as Kara grabbed to glasses of Champaign and swallowed hers down in one drink giving Nat the other one. "I know, I just hate being out at social stuff it's worse then when you and I did Swan Lake adaption in Kazan last year."

Just as she was about to turn around Kara felt arms around her tiny waste, his bare hands feeling the flesh that was exposed. She squealed as she spun around. Her eyes widening. She laughed as her arms wrapped around Brocks neck and she kissed him on the cheek. Pulling away, Kara walked over to her friend. "Brock this is the most beautiful woman to grace the stage." She giggled, Natasha, this is Brock a childhood friend of mine and I'm not even sure who mister tall blond and handsome is." Her cheeks flushed as he looked at her but there seemed something just under the surface that made her want to get to know him or be afraid of him.

"So Brock who is your friend?"

[zimniyxprizrak-a]

@vvidowbite asked: "Friends murder each other all the time."

IT'S HARD NOT TO TAKE WHAT SHE SAYS PERSONALLY. He would have meant it to be personal toward himself. Two people who meant the most to him...he had hurt without a second thought. HE'D ALMOST KILLED BOTH OF THEM. What she had just said meant a whole lot more to who he was than he could really make her know. Then again...She knew everything there was to know about who he really was.

She'd managed to find that part of him even when he had lost it...

He let out a shaky breath, before looking up at her. HIS LIP QUIVERED, his eyes going down to the spot on her shoulder where he had shot her, before drifting lower to where he had shot her even before that.

"Вот какие мы тогда, Наталья?" He asked in Russian, before looking up at her with a pleading gaze. "Друзья?"

[winged-cap]

Sam had known the moment a sad, hang-dog golden retriever of a national icon had shown up at his doorstep that his life was going to change. He’d lost some of the peace and quiet, had gained some more adventure and adrenaline rushes that he had thought he had left behind after his final tour. He couldn’t bring himself to mind too much. There were days, though, when he wondered just how long they were going to be at this.

It had been a few months since he had agreed to help Steve hunt down Bucky Barnes. Wasn’t that the separation story of the century right there. He’d needed to step away from the moping and intense focus that was Steve Rogers in full Captain America hunting mode. He could barely remember what country they were in, but he knew one thing: he needed coffee. He wasn’t enhanced, he wasn’t a god. He was just a man with excellent training. He settled himself at a little cafe down the street from their safe house and ordered a strong cup of coffee, taking a deep breath and letting his eyes drift over the people walking. 

There were certain things he was starting to get used to looking for, to noticing, so the new presence sliding into the chair across from him didn’t phase him in the slightest. “Hello, Natasha,” he chuckled as he caught the eye of his waitress to lift a pair of fingers to get another coffee.

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[murder-popsicle]

Bucky, when did you first realize you had real feelings for Natasha?

@grimmusings / @vvidowbite || truth serum || accepting

"It was when we were on that assignment in Norilsk -- you remember the one, where we almost missed the targets 'cause we got snowed in for three days by that blizzard? It was our second day stuck inside. We were makin' makarony po-flotski for dinner, and somethin' I said made you laugh. And I looked at you standin' there laughin' with your eyes sparklin', and suddenly I realized that there was nothin' in the world I wanted more in that moment than to kiss you."

[riskybxsiness]

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Lord, those tits. For everything else about Natalia, so controlled and maintained, her mounds were any men’s weakness. They were massive, overflowing that burst out of any dress or shirt she put on. Of course, she never bothered much with covering up the rest of her body when being home, so she was always happily showing off an insane amount of cleavage. Given the provocative wear she often went with when off duty, it was even worse, exposed flesh unavoidable whenever the soldier glanced at her.

❛ Shh. I call first dibs on taking care of matters. ❜ The asset confessed, looking up through his lashes before dragging his tongue across her folds, catching the wetness and swallowing. ❛ But when my cock will be inside you? You are encouraged to rub at your clit while I fuck you sideways. ❜

Long firm strokes of James’ tongue against the taught bundle of nerves were timed with the rhythmic curl of his silver finger in a come hither motion inside of the Widow, followed by his own groan. Homme then smirked into the most intimate of her flesh, before continuing his efforts to make her fall apart by stimulating the nectar out of her weeping hole.

[potestmagice]

@grimmusings asked: ❝ hi. could you pretend you know me real quick? ❞ (Oliver/Natasha @vvidowbite)

Oliver’s eyes flicked up, meeting her gaze. "Depends," he said, low enough that only she could hear. "Am I pretending you’re an old friend, or someone I should be worried about?"

[murder-popsicle]

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@grimmusings / @vvidowbite || tips for winning my muse's heart || accepting

Be kind. Bucky is drawn to people who care about others and act on that care. Note that being kind is not necessarily the same thing as being nice. Most people probably wouldn't call Natasha nice, but Natasha has a heart big enough for the whole world, and one of the (many) reasons Bucky loves her is because she is unflagging in her efforts to protect the innocent, the helpless, and the abused.

Be tender. Bucky is all heart, and she wants a partner who will see that and who won't be embarrassed to be soft with her. So much of her life was and remains full of violence, and she wants someone who will offer her a gentle place to land when she comes home every day.

Be sharp. Bucky is deeply attracted to traits like intelligence and competence. She wants a partner who can keep up with her, because she's looking for a relationship between equals, not one that's unbalanced.

[murder-popsicle]

Truth Serum: When did you first realize you had feelings for Natasha (past or present)?

@grimmusings || truth serum || accepting

"Y'know, it crept up on me. I dunno if that was 'cause I'd never been in love with a woman before, or if it was 'cause all the brainwashing meant I didn't really remember what love even was, but I didn't realize I was fallin' in love with Natasha till I was already in it deep. Just walked into trainin' one day, looked at her, and thought, I wanna kiss you. Took me a little while to act on that, but we got there soon enough."