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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, The_Avengers_(Marvel)_-_All_Media_Types, The
      Avengers_(Marvel_Movies), Captain_America_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Steve_Rogers/Natasha_Romanov, Jack_Rollins/Brock_Rumlow, James_"Bucky"
      Barnes/Wanda_Maximoff
  Character:
      Steve_Rogers, Natasha_Romanov, Brock_Rumlow, Jack_Rollins, James_"Bucky"
      Barnes, Wanda_Maximoff, Other_Characters_Mentioned
  Additional Tags:
      Tumblr_Fic, Prompt_Fic, Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe-_No
      Supernatural, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe_-
      Soulmates, Alternate_Universe_-_Coffee_Shops_&_Cafés, alternate_universe-
      MMA, Alternate_Universe_-_Vikings, Alternate_Universe_-_Surfers,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Pet_Store, Domestic_Avengers, Domestic_Fluff,
      Pining, Smut, author's_use_of_cheesy_sex_jokes, un-betaed, Mile_High
      Club, One_Night_Stands, Strangers_to_Lovers, Childhood_Friends, Single
      Daddy!Steve_Rogers, Soulmarks, Age_Difference, virgin!Natasha, Steve
      Rogers_is_Not_a_Virgin, Steve_is_a_giver, in_which_rumlow_fights_dirty
      and_no_one_is_surprised, pregnancy_announcements, Age_Play, Daddy_Kink,
      D/s_undertones, But_who_is_the_d_and_who_is_the_s?, Oral_Sex,
      Communication_Difficulties, Weddings, Thor/Jane_mentioned, Bucky/Nat
      mentioned, OneRepublic_Mentioned
  Series:
      Part 1 of In_This_World_and_the_Next
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-23 Updated: 2016-02-25 Chapters: 17/? Words: 8144
****** In This World and the Next ******
by heyfrenchfreudiana
Summary
     drabbles that range from G to E based on tumblr prompts ("suggest an
     AU"); the E-rated fic(s) are marked with asterisks. some are really
     really short, some are longer :)
Notes
     posted because many of these gave me story feels and I'd like to
     revisit them one day...
***** 1: Romanogers + Hot Plumber AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @elcapitan-rogers
Natasha walked into the bathroom and choked on her water, the heat in her face
rising. It had been an inconvenience, her shower clogging and flooding
everywhere, and yet she was suddenly supremely thankful for faulty plumbing.
The plumber, who had originally seemed like “a nice guy with an adorable smile”
that she might think about fondly later, was crouched down by the drain. A low
curse from his lips as he pulled out a wrench and she thought she could fairly
echo the sentiment, what with the way his jeans hugged his ass.

“This is going to take longer than I thought,” he said apologetically.

Natasha touched her throat and smiled, already frantically trying to figure out
how she’d get the chance to clean his pipes…
***** 2: Viking!Steve and Princess!Natasha *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @elcapitan-rogers
Chapter Notes
     I know nothing of vikings but I loved this one.
Steve collapsed onto his pallet, filthy and bone tired. The sounds of the men
as they sang quietly filled the air, and he thought about how frankly
unbelievable it was that they had made the trade so peacefully. Not that he
wasn’t prepared to fight, they all were, he could tell by how keyed up the men
were even hours later.

Keyed up enough that he jumped at the sound of the small cough coming from his
furs. His hand raced for his dagger as he moved the heavy blankets aside, his
heart sinking upon the realization of two details:

First, he didn’t have his dagger.

Second, that was because it was pointed at him, currently held by the daughter
of the king they had just traded with. Holding up his hands defensively, as
though he was dealing with a skittish horse and not a frightened girl, he took
the chance to look her over. Crimson hair in a long braid and a dress that
would so quickly give her away- Had she honestly thought she could hide in with
a bunch of weary travelers and warriors? She was much too…clean.

She trembled as she waved his weapon, saying something in a language he didn’t
know, and he swore he would protect her even so.
***** 3: Romanogers + Parks and Rec AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @elcapitan-rogers
Chapter Notes
     I shamefully have only seen tumblr gifs of this show. ehhh. I hope it
     was good even so.
“Listen here, Buster,” Natasha pointed a finger in the face of the waiter, a
lanky red-head named Cory who looked like he belonged on the set of a Harry
Potter film. “You are exactly what is wrong with this country, have you no
shame?”
“I can’t give you a discount without identification,” he said apologetically
and she knew he was looking for the manager. Like it would be hard to punch a
few buttons so they could get the reduced fee for their donuts,like they always
had. This kid was new, he had to be, and she was not going to back down.
“You are denying Steve Rogers a senior citizen discount that is rightfully and
lawfully his because of a ridiculous technicality obviously cooked up by some
higher up that has no idea what the average American wants or needs and we
wonder why we are in crisis,” she hissed, searching for the pad in her purse so
that she could take down his name.
“Honey,” Steve called out behind her. “James is getting fussy.”
She turned her head to see him bouncing on his feet, their blessed firstborn
wiggling in the baby bjorn that Steve had lovingly strapped on.
“No,” she stamped her feet. “We are not leaving until you take the twenty-five
percent off now. He punched Hitler.”
***** 4: Wanda and Bucky + Coffee Shop AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @romavoffs
     (I ship it hard)
Wanda let out a slow breath as the morning crowd dwindled, the adrenaline of
the morning rush still humming through her body almost in tune to the music set
the store had on constant replay (now Chris Isaak but later Lana del Rey).
She’d just finished an order for a Trenta iced tea, no ice (the soccer mom who
demanded the drink be free when the drink wasn’t cold enough).
“I’ll have a small coffee,” the next customer said.
Wanda rolled her eyes and prepared to ask him for clarifications, because
honestly who didn’t know tall, grande, venti, trenta it’s not that hard,but she
stopped when she got a good look.
He pushed dark hair from his face and gave a smile that made her stomach do
flip-flops, and she realized heknewthe difference between a small and a tall
and either didn’t give a fuck or had said it to get under her skin, or both.
And it worked, and she didn’t think he’d noticed her gasp when his fingers
touched hers to hand her his card (a fucking gold card, the bastard).
James,she wrote carefully on his cup, hoping he thought her penmanship was cute
and then kicking herself for caring. She’d eventually learn to call him Bucky
and he’d eventually ask her what time she got off. 
***** 5: Romanogers + mile high club AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @elcapitan-rogers
Chapter Notes
     all the story feels for this one (which continues into the next
     prompt).
He didn’t know her name.
—-
Steve didn’t know her name and he didn’t much care. They’d started flirting in
Dallas, when she’d plopped next to him at the airport bar, (to be honest he had
only been there for the free wifi). Whoever she was, she was like a mirage. A
breath of fresh air, even with rumpled clothes and a black Samsonite that
looked like it had seen better days. She drank vodka like water and had a
throaty laugh that she shared when he made some dumb crack about airline
bathrooms, and he thought it was the highlight of his day to even have seen her
at all.
When he fumbled down the alley of the plane and looked for his seat number,
he’d laughed to see her, legs crossed and smiling in seat A to his B.
It was a long fucking flight but they’d gotten through the first part of it by
making small chit-chat when she made the move to stand. Steve unbuckled his
seat belt and twisted his frame awkwardly so as to let her pass when his hand
accidentally grazed her ass.
(”Oh God,” he’d stuttered, red-faced, but she smiled and shrugged before
sliding out).
He thought she’d forgotten about it, or at least that the moment had passed
when he looked over to see her, eyes closed and leaning against the window, the
airline’s red blanket draped over her body. Closing his own eyes, Steve thought
about his destination- a trip he was anxious to make, a long overdue visit with
his mother.
Steve yelped when he felt a hand brush against his thigh and then move
further.  He couldn’t even believe it was happening until he looked over to see
her raised eyebrow as she walked fingers over the top button of his jeans.
He didn’t know her name but he would’ve called her anything she wanted. Careful
and quick rearranging of blankets and some furtive glances over shoulders and
she was suddenly jerking him off while the rest of the darkened plane slept. 
Steve bit his lip until it bled and thought frantically about how things were
about to get messy fast when she pulled away, leaving him wanting.
“God I hate airplane bathrooms,” she whispered into his ear five minutes later,
when he had her pushed against the small door,  the likelihood that they could
be caught and arrested enough to make him dizzy. Pulling a condom out of her
shirt pocket, she grinned. “We’ve got to work fast.”
It was comical and awkward, lifting her leg around him and praying he wouldn’t
lose balance and break something, the dip and sway of the plane doing them no
favors. She was hot and tight and still smelled just a little like alcohol and
he panted into her throat and momentarily forgot about all of the reasons he
hated traveling.
N. Romanoff, her boarding pass said. He snuck a peek when they’d landed later
on, when everyone was anxiously awaiting permission to get up and grab their
bags. He meant to ask her for her phone number when they got off the plane but
by the time he’d built up the nerve, she’d disappeared.
***** 6: Romanogers + wakes up in bed together AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @Anon and a continuation of chapter 5
Natasha groaned into her pillow, head throbbing as her phone alarm buzzed and
she reviewed the previous night. Vodka. Lots of vodka and probably not enough
water…
“Morning,” a voice interrupted her thoughts and she scrambled, falling off the
hotel bed in the process with a thump. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her
companion from the previous night standing in the doorway to the bathroom.
He looked to have just gotten out of the shower, white towel low enough on his
hips that she groaned again, and she collapsed back onto the bed.
He’d followed her. Her seatmate on the plane, the nameless one with the boyish
smile who she never thought she’d see again. He was supposed to be a delicious
memory, the way he fucked her until her teeth rattled something on the plane
something she would thing about sweetly when she was bored. But he had chased
after her, all the way to her cab and she hadn’t said no.
And so there they were and the possibilities of the drawn-out affair something
new and exciting that she would never have known she needed.
“Morning,” she turned toward him, letting the sheet that covered her breasts
fall. “I hope you didn’t use all of the hot water.”
***** 7: Romanogers + Pet Shop AU/Meet at a concert AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @Anon, with the addition of "Alone Together" by FOB
     as song inspiration :)
Natasha didn’t want to say it was what it looked like, her standing in the cat
food aisle at Petco on a Friday night debating whether or not Liho preferred
her dinner minced or shredded. But she did happen to have her dinner of Chubby
Hubby and a bottle of white in her green canvas grocery bag. So, yes, it was
exactly what it looked like.
“Can I have your phone number?” the checker asked.
“That’s bold. You aren’t going to even try for a smoother move…Steve,” she
squinted at his name badge. He was cute and she clearly had nothing better to
do, she would have given it to him easy enough.
“Ma'am?” Steve blushed. “For the rewards points?”
¤¤¤¤
He saw her again, though he didn’t realize it until after the damage was done,
the contents of his red solo cup now all over her blouse.
“Steve from Petco? Petco Steve?” she laughed even as she grimaced and flapped
her arms of the beer. She looked different, not wearing the weary face of
working in an office all day and lips bright red. His eyes strayed to the
outline of her bra in her wet shirt and instantly regretted not getting number
when he had seen her at the store.
***** 8: Romanogers + Cooking Show AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @myloveiamthespeedofsound
Chapter Notes
     At first, I was not sure. And then I remembered something. Cooking
     shows. Take place. IN KITCHENS.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“We can’t air this, you can’t say that,” their producer said with a glare.
“Say what?” Natasha looked up from her spot at the cutting board innocently.
It was the upteenth time he’d interrupted filming to tell them (mostly her)
that they weren’t working. And it was a show that shouldn’t have worked.
Natasha, a newcomer who wore high heels and her hair in waves, was another
woman with a show about how to make fancy food easy. Steve, on the other hand,
had been around for nearly a decade. Less about making things easy and more
about making comfort because he was the good-ole’ boy next door. She needed a
platform and he needed a career boost and the one thing that they had going for
them was that they’d both been ranked on the “25 Sexiest People on TV” in the
past year.
The pitch was two sexy people who were opposite each other in every way pairing
two dishes that, on paper, had no business belonging together.
“What are you making today, Natasha?” Steve asked, speaking in an over-the-top
friendly voice that make her cringe. The plan was for her to make a roast.
“Spaghetti,” she announced, laughing inwardly at the flash of confusion on his
face.
“Alla Puttanesca,” she winked at the camera.
“Alla Putta… we can’t pair that with my mother’s apple pie, Natasha,” he said 
through his teeth, his ears turning red. 
“We can and we will,” she grinned, reaching for a bottle of white wine, taking
an exaggerated look at his ass as she took a swig. “A traditional Italian dish
that literally means in the style of a whore. It’s perfect.”
Chapter End Notes
     ugh. it's on my list of fics I would love to write more on
***** 9: Romanogers + New Parents AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @sunnie91:
     Romanogers + new parents + "I haven't slept more than five hours in
     three days, I don't know if I wanna take a bath, eat, sleep, or just
     get drunk off my ass"
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
They had tried everything. Bouncing baby, taking baby for a drive, running the
hair dryer at full speed next to baby, turning lights off and then turning
lights on. And yet, fussy baby was fussy and gone was the sleepy swollen-faced
newborn of their baby announcements, (the ones still waiting to be addressed
and sent).
“We are in this together,” Steve stroked her cheek, a wailing baby between
them. He’d never seen Natasha so tired, so the opposite of composed, and yet he
knew he was no different. ,And even bone tired, her eyes dark and weary, hair
in strings, and shirt consistently drenched where her breasts were leaking, he
craved her. When was the last time they had had the chance to…
“I smell like milk,” she moaned. “And I can’t eat anything, Steve.”
(She really couldn’t, per the lactation consultant’s advice. At least he could
take comfort in coffee. And cheese, she’d reminded him on several occasions). 
“Here, let me hold James,” he offered, feeling noble, knowing she wouldn’t let
him only because it physically hurt her to hear James cry, her breasts
refilling at the sound. She scrunched up her face and he knew she was about to
protest when they were interrupted by a knock on the door.
The baby’s namesake, holding a brown bag which was thrust into Steve’s arms.
“Give him to me,” he ordered in such a way that Natasha blinked and complied.
“And go take a nap.”
“We can’t…I can’t sleep if…” she started to say, stopping as the sound of
silence filled the air.
Baby, belly down and swinging from Bucky’s metal arm, and miracle of miracles,
quiet.
“How?” Steve asked, reaching for his wife’s hand. She looked like she might cry
in relief.
“What like it’s hard?” he raised an eyebrow. “Or am I the only one here who
actually read ‘The Happiest Baby on the Block."
Chapter End Notes
     blatant self-insertion, sorry not sorry.
***** 10: Romanogers + "After All These Years" *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @akarihyde ( "After all these years?" "Always" +
     Romanogers childhood friends AU)
Chapter Notes
     *sigh*. this fits so nicely with my @sunnie91 story. I didn’t expect
     the angst and yet here we are. Don’t hate me if you see a more
     fleshed out version of this in a multi-chap in the future.
     *listen listen listen sunnie91 made this_gifset in response and it is
     so perfect i cry everytime I see it; you will see this story again I
     have an outline already *sobs*
She said she didn’t recognize him, and while he knew that was probably true
(his scrawny, gangly days long behind him), he thought he could say the same
about her. It had been almost fifteen years since he’d moved away and not that
he hadn’t often wondered about how the little girl with red pigtails who he’d
always had a crush on was doing, but he’d never thought he’d see her again.
“Never thought I would see you with a beard,” she teased. “You look like
someone’s father.”
Steve flinched at the truth behind her statement, because it was a conversation
that he didn’t want to have. He had questions of his own. Was she single? Did
she ever end up becoming the ballerina that she’d wanted to be when she was
fourteen? She’d changed a lot, all curves now and her eyes telling a story he
hoped to hear one day, but she still had the same pouty lips. He wished he
could pull her aside and tell her how many times he’d dreamed of kissing her
and how much he wanted to kiss her even now, after all these years…
***** 11: Romanogers + Soulmate AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @elcapitan-rogers
“What?” Natasha laughed, bottom lip between her teeth. She pulled herself up so
that she was resting on her elbows and at eye level with her bedmate. 
“It’s just,” Steve smiled like he was about to ask her something he’d waited
his entire life to ask. The long script- her script- on his chest glowed and
she knew he had been waiting, just as long as her. “When did you get yours?”
He asked as his fingertips brushed his own handwriting, stamped forever onto
her hipbone, and Natasha shivered, lifted her hips into him for more contact.
“As long as I can remember,” she sighed, never thinking she would actually even
find him, she’d been told her entire life that it was impossible and that she
must be defective.
He bent down to replace fingertips with his lips and promises to never leave,
and when he told her how long he had searched and how he’d never given up hope,
her heart jumped and she thought about the miracle that they’d crossed paths at
all.
***** 12: Romanogers + Pizzaman and Babysitter** *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @Anon and here in which I have the first time I have
     ever used archive warnings (niiiiiiceee)
Chapter Notes
     ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Natasha couldn’t say that she was a good girl. She was a good-enough girl
though. Generally law-abiding and good grades and all. And so she hoped the
scales would tip in her favor when she placed the order and asked specifically
for Steve Rogers.
Had it been on impulse to plan her attack? No, she could be honest and say
she’d been thinking about Steve for months, right around the time that Laura
Antonova told her that she’d lost her virginity to Dimitri Dravkov in his
mother’s basement. Natasha recognized that losing her virginity was high on the
list of things she needed to do before leaving for college, if only because she
did not want to be a virgin in college.
She had a few options, most of them buddies with Dimitri, but she crossed them
all off the list almost immediately because the last thing she wanted was to be
the subject of talk with the guys and they all had lips that flapped so much
she often thought they would fall off. She considered her other option, Clint,
except that he really was like her brother and he lived a state away- she
didn’t have the time or the money for that kind of commitment, even if she knew
he’d be safe.
And so the other choice, the best and also easiest choice, was Steve. Steve
lived next door with his mother and she wasn’t even sure he knew her name, but
he was perfect. Steve was already a college boy and Natasha was convinced that
this meant he already knew what he was doing.
She thought about all of the different ways to seduce him but decided to go big
or go home when she found out that he worked for Tony’s Pizza. And she was even
more convinced when she got the gig to babysit the Maximoff twins. They could
be a pain in the ass but their parents were usually gone for hours and their
dad always left cash on the kitchen table so she could order in. She couldn’t
have planned it better herself, she decided as she paid for the condoms at the
CVS near her school.
The twins tucked into bed, Natasha quickly adjusted her bra and added another
coat of the red lipstick she’d borrowed from Laura. Her stomach growled as she
waited for the doorbell and she tried to stifle her nerves. A small voice said
she was going to get into trouble or that it wouldn’t work but Natasha stomped
her foot as she walked to the door. She’d never been known to give in to fear
and she wasn’t about to start now.
Opening the door, she let out a shaky breath as her pizza delivery man looked
up from below his red ball cap and smiled. That, she remembered, was the other
reason that she’d wanted him to be her first. Steve was a college boy and Steve
was nice. Nice in the way that he called her mother ‘ma’am’ and did things like
filling the boy down the street’s bicycle tires with air. But also nice in the
way that made her think filthy things, the space between her legs aching in the
best way.
His lips are so pink, I want him to kiss me with those lips. His hands are so
big, I want him to touch my tits and what would he be like above me, he looks
so gentle…
“Natasha,” he smiled politely.
“Come in,” she opened the door. “I have to get the money Mr. Maximoff left…”
(Lies all lies but she had to be devious if she was going to get what she
wanted).
“I shouldn’t,” he said with a furrowed brow, but he walked in anyway. Natasha
smiled, her nerves only getting worse as she walked toward the kitchen.
“Just bring it in here,” she called out as she quickly undid the top three
buttons to her top.
He obeyed and she noticed that when he came in, his eyes went straight to the
black lace of her bra that she’d worked so hard to have peak out. She grinned,
satisfied, until he cleared his throat and redirected his attention. Standing
in the doorway, his arms crossed behind his back, Steve looked like the last
place he wanted to be was there and it made no damn sense.
“You know,” she smiled again, not willing to give up. “I can’t eat this alone.”
“I have to work,” he answered and she thought the sadness was sincere. She
walked up and took a deep breath before putting her palm on his chest. He was
wearing a blue polo, his work uniform, and she curled her fingers in before she
could stop herself.
“Maybe you could say you got lost?” she shrugged, reaching up to pull on one of
her pigtails. She’d done that on purpose after reading that men really loved
the schoolgirl uniform. That same article had told her that they also loved
women in charge and so she stood on tip-toes so that she could press her lips
to his. He responded exactly the way she wanted and it was perfect, his lips on
hers and a small grunt escaping his lips…
Natasha loved being in charge.
“Natasha, what are you doing?” he broke off the kiss and touched his mouth,
taking a step back.
“Kissing, obviously,” she smiled, moving in for another kiss.
“Yeah but… Jesus,” he cursed. “Natasha, I like you…”
“I like you too,” she raised her brow.
“But how old even are you?”
“Old enough,” she pouted. She was still seventeen, not that she’d tell him
that. What did that even matter anyway? It wasn’t like she didn’t know what she
was doing. Wasn’t like she was going to tell anyone.
“Bullshit,” he shook his head. “This is almost definitely illegal…”
“Yeah, but you didn’t say it was wrong,” she answered back. “Steve, I don’t see
what the big deal is. It was just a kiss. And it’s not like you are taking
advantage, I kissed you. Didn’t you like it?”
“Natasha,” he frowned. “Yeah, of course…”
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” she said as she reached for his hand, her
mind trying to figure out what she could do to get him to play along. “I’m
horny as fuck and thought we could fool around.”
She didn’t miss the pained look on his face when she said horny and fuck.
“Steve,” she said as she pulled him toward her. “I’m horny. As. Fuck. And
consenting.”
“And illegal,” he said, biting his lip as she put one of his hands on her
breast.
“I won’t tell anyone, will you?” she purred, reaching up for the nape of his
neck to pull him down.
“Jesus,” he cursed again. “This is a bad idea.”
He kissed her anyway, this time the way they did in the movies and her skin
felt like it was on fire as his tongue pushed her lips apart and his hand
traveled underneath her shirt. Her legs felt like jello as he pushed her
against the Maximoff’s fridge door, his breath hot and wet on her throat.
Her mind raced through all of the steps she knew they had to take before the
main event, her fingers fumbling with the button to his jeans. That was the
scariest part, not that she’d never seen a man naked before but not that the
internet counted when it was real and in front of her and, if everything worked
out, soon-to-be deep inside her.
“Natasha,” he jumped a little and covered her hand with his. “This isn’t
kissing.”
She rolled her eyes and huffed because he looked a lot older then, and that was
decidedly not how he should look when she was about to take his pants off (for
what? Do I touch it? Do I have to put it in my mouth? Her heart raced when she
thought of all the possibilities, she hadn’t thought it through at all.)
“Do you want to stop, Steve Rogers?” she changed tactics to slip her shirt off
instead, her body thrumming with equal impatience and want.
“I…you’ve done this before, right?” he reached up and cupped her chin with his
hand.
“Of course,” she lied. “And I’d like to do it again, if you don’t mind.”
Steve pressed his lips and his body to hers and she shivered.
“You cold?” he pulled back, eyes squinted.
“Fuck me,” she ordered.
Steve hesitated until she lifted her skirt to show him that she’d purposefully
forgotten to wear panties. And that was satisfying for Natasha. Even with all
of his concern and manners, he was a man after all.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he whispered as he fell (fell) to his knees, hands
on her thighs. “I am going to get fired and I don’t even care.”
Natasha started to slide down to meet him but he pushed her back up so that he
could kiss her thighs and inward. That wasn’t anything she had expected, she
thought as he parted her lower lips with his fingers and kissed her there. It
wasn’t what she’d expected at all, but his tongue fluttered against her and
Oh
Oh.
Oh…
“Fuuuckkk,” she moaned, head banging against the fridge door, the scribbled
drawings of four year olds fluttering to the floor as she reached to find
something to grab. He pulled her clit in between his lips and she thought she
might die, her body shaking as something delicious and painful approached.
“So good,” he murmured, slipping a finger in. “You taste so good when you
come.”
Natasha couldn’t answer, didn’t know what she was supposed to say, except that
she wanted to taste good for him, was glad that he liked it and that she’d made
him happy. She whimpered as he slid his finger in and out, as his tongue
circled where she was most swollen and thought she might burst.
“So good, Natasha,” he told her again before bringing her skirt back down and
smoothing it out.
“You’re turn,” she sighed, looking down at him, at the way he looked up at her
through his eyelashes.
“I have to work, Natasha,” he smiled before leaning forward to bury his head in
her stomach. “But I want to take you out, I’d love to take you somewhere nice,
as long as your father doesn’t shoot me in the back for it.”
“But…”Natasha wanted to protest that her mission was only half-accomplished if
he left but the sound of a child crying upstairs interrupted her thoughts.
“I can stop by here tonight after work,” he promised with a kiss. Salty and
addicting and she wished for more time.
“Here,” she handed him the money she owed him and grabbed a pen from the
Maximoff’s junk drawer to write her number on his palm. “Text me when you are
done.”
Chapter End Notes
     ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
***** 13: Rumlow/Rollins + Mixed Martial Arts AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @lingua-mortua
Chapter Notes
     I know zero about MMA and do not watch Kingdom but this is kind of
     the best AU for Hydra Husbands
Rumlow clenched his teeth and flailed below Rollins. Lay-and-pray. Fucking
predictable.
“If you wanted me to bottom, you just had to ask, Sweetheart,” Rumlow hissed,
bucking his hips. Fuck if he was going to submit without a fight. When really,
it should be the other way around, and not that he hadn’t already tried every
other trick.
“You gonna bite me again?” Jack shifted, eyes rimmed red from when Rumlow had
gone for a poke earlier. Rumlow looked down at the perfect crescent shaped mark
on his opponent’s right ribcage and bucked his hips again.

He might lie and say he wouldn’t but damned if those things didn’t look better
on glistening skin when they came in pairs.
 
***** 14: Romanogers: Beach Boy/Life guard/Surfer AU *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @elcapitan-rogers
“You brought the sex wax, right?”
“Uh…” Steve swallowed, nearly dropping his board in the process.
“Sex Wax. For your board,” his surf instructor sighed, even though a small
smile played on her lips. He watched as she zipped up her wetsuit, zipping up
the skin he’d tried so hard not to look at, and pulled her red hair into a
tight bun.
And then he remembered the round disc of pineapple-scented wax he’d purchased
at Becker’s according the salesclerk’s suggestion.
“Like this,” she instructed, after she’d unwrapped it. “Just a little pressure,
you don’t have to press too hard.”
“Or what?” he croaked as she pressed the bar down.
Natasha looked up and smirked. “Or you’re gonna fall on your ass.”
***** 15: Romanogers + Nat telling Steve she's pregnant *****
Chapter Summary
     Requested by @anon and in continuation with chapter 2
“Hey!” Steve snapped awake, the bucket of water a shock to his senses. He
looked up to find the princess, bucket in hand and seething. “Are you mad?”
She answered in her own language, spitting the words out and he longed for an
interpreter. They’d made it a month and a half, in hand gestures and broken
words as he figured out what to do with her. She stubbornly refused to go home,
and from the fear in her eyes when he said something and the bruises he’d
caught once on her arm, he accepted it was for a good reason.
The other men didn’t question her presence, knew better and knew enough to know
that asking questions was tantamount to challenging his authority. Instead,
they accepted that she was his and that they would fight with Steve if and when
the King sent for her.
She was his, he figured, even though he’d only bedded her once. She laid with
him at night out of physical necessity, his warmth providing her shelter, and
in turn, she was the one who handed him his mug of mead and it was her that
made the bread every morning.
(He’d only gone after her once, after battle when his bones ached and the
adrenaline coursed through his veins. And she’d looked at him then like he was
dangerous. Maybe he was, covered in mud and someone’s blood spattered on his
face. But she also looked at him with something else, that he wouldn’t have
even understood had she not lowered the sleeves of her chemise, her chest
rising and falling in anticipation.
It didn’t last long, her on her knees as he knelt behind her, kissing her
shoulder blade as he pushed inside. She yelped, and he realized after it was
much too late that he’d taken from her the last piece of her worth as a royal.
“I’m sorry,” he said with sincerity, reaching around between her legs as his
hips smacked against her bare skin, the grime of his own skin mixing with hers.
Her eyes flashed like she was insulted but the fight gave way to soft mewls. He
wished he could give her something better then, that he could bathe her and
offer her something luxurious…)
She was his and he thought it was probably well within his right to put her
over his knee for how she’d waken him up. Tossing the bucket to the side, she
climbed atop him and started punching, face like the devil. He grabbed her
wrists and she sighed, defeated and face long.
“No,” he told her sternly, knowing she at least knew that word. She narrowed
her eyes and lifted her chemise.
“No,” he repeated, confused. The sight of her, the curves of her breasts and he
thought she certainly had gone mad and didn’t she know that there were better
ways to ask. He couldn’t help responding, his cock pushing against her like an
unwelcome intruder. She rolled her eyes and said something else, offended, and
he felt shame but he didn’t know, didn’t understand what he’d done wrong.
Until she grabbed his hand and pushed it against her lower belly.
“Pебенок,” she looked down, face full of worry and fear. “Baby.”
***** 16: Romanogers and Daddy Kink** *****
Chapter Summary
     Requested by @Anon
Chapter Notes
     I was really not sure about this one, for various reasons including
     my own headcanons about Natasha. I thank Dresupi and pure-vibranium-
     heart for listening as i talked it out and for suggestions, and
     special thanks to the dark side of tumblr your gifs are oh so
     educational. I hope it worked :) heed the warnings and you know. If
     it says "daddy kink". Thats about what it is.
     A continuation of chapter 15 (pizzaboy/babysitter).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It started off as a joke. Laura looking over her shoulder at the pic of Steve
she’d pulled up on her phone, (her favorite one, the one of him flipping the
camera off because he looked so smug and not nice at all, not like he always
was). (She laughed when she remembered how embarrassed he’d been, begging her
to delete that one because what if someone saw).
“Who’s that?” Laura had said, teasing her. Natasha quickly pushed her “home”
button and shook her head, because Laura had a big mouth and the last thing
Natasha needed was her parents finding out.
“Whoever he is, I wouldn’t mind calling him Daddy,” Laura added and Natasha
felt her cheeks burn. It was like sharing a dirty, silly joke and she rolled
her eyes because he made her think many things but she wasn't a pervert,
Christ.
But she thought about it later when he picked her up at school and handed her
the helmet to his bike, when she wrapped her arms around his waist and held her
breath for the engine's vibrations between her legs. Steve put a hand over hers
quickly before revving the engine and something about the gesture and the way
he smiled like he was grateful made her heart ache.  
Daddy…
Would you like that?
She stifled the thought until later that night when he brought her back to his
house for a movie. It was a rare treat to have any alone time with him at all,
because she wasn't going to bring him to her house and he didn't want his
mother asking questions. But his mother, a nurse at the hospital, was working
the night shift, and that meant they had space and time until morning.
“Do you want a coke?” he asked, walking her through his home toward the den.
“Or water. Or juice, I think we have juice.”
Natasha was charmed and accepted a water bottle, taking her spot on the couch.
What even was it, about Steve? He was older by five years, which wasn't so much
except that it did nothing for his neverending paranoia that they would get
caught and he’d take the brunt of all of their consequences. He was older and
most older guys acted like they knew everything, like being near someone her
age was akin to babysitting.
But Steve. He was adorably and inexplicably nervous and considerate, like he
was lucky she talked to him at all and even though he was always trying to take
care of her, that worked for her. To be quite honest, she felt like she had
dodged a bullet because he could have been so much worse. She hadn't expected
him to follow through, to want to talk to her again after they’d had sex but he
had been so persistent. Almost like he expected to be her first and her last,
like they might get married one day.
(“Oh baby,” he said as he entered her, wincing because he hadn't expected her
to be so tight. “Why didn't you tell me?”
Natasha shifted below him, letting her body give in to the burn as she adjusted
to having him inside her.  They had the afternoon at his friend Sam’s, and the
clock was ticking. “Because then you never would have gone through with it.”
“Natasha,” he kissed her lips slowly. “I didn't know or I would have spent more
time…”
She bucked her hips, impatient because he was heavy and impatient because she
had been waiting for this moment, waiting to feel him and the orgasm that was
supposed to rip through her body like wildfire. And he moved so slow, resting
on one arm and the fingertips of his other hand feathering over her shoulder
and down to her nipples.
“It hurts?” he said softly, so gentle, and she nodded because it did, and he
kissed her, his tongue enough distraction. The next time he asked, she answered
in moans because it did but not so much, not so bad at all…)
“So, I rented Pacific Rim,” he said as he handed her the water. “I know it’s
not a chick flick.”
Natasha rolled her eyes because she’d seen that movie five times already. "Just
because I have a vagina doesn’t mean I can only watch chick flicks, Steve.”
He laughed and pulled her close, kissing her until her lips hurt.
“I would watch whatever you wanted,” he sighed with a smile.
Okay, Daddy.
Natasha shivered at the dialogue that had entered her mind, almost left her
lips, and tried not to think about how suddenly obsessed with the idea she’d
become. She didn’t think about it again until they were making out on the
couch, his hand in her jeans and stroking her over her panties and her hand
covering his own clothed erection.
“You’re so wet,” he moaned into her mouth and she  was so hot, so close and she
just wanted him to keep going...
“Only for you, Daddy,” she moaned, eyes closed and then snapped open and
watching for the fall-out.
He looked up, eyes wide, hand frozen in place and Natasha started to scramble
off her position below him on the couch. Her thoughts centered around what she
could say, how she could do any damage control after letting it slip, she
wasn’t entirely sure it was what she wanted or what it meant to her anyway.
“Hey,” he reached for her hand. “Don’t panic.”
“I didn’t mean it. I don’t want you to be grossed out,” she defended, feeling
like her slip had very much been a bucket of cold water over the moment.
“Grossed out? Are you kidding?” He was smiling but not in the same way that
Laura had smiled, not in a teasing way or in the way that said she’d said
anything wrong at all. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve heard in my life,
Natasha.”
She hugged her body and eyed him suspiciously, though she knew he wouldn’t lie
to her. Her mind couldn’t handle all that it might mean and that he might like
it when she called him that.
“C’mere”, he held out his hand, pulling her into his arms so that she was
sitting, feeling small on his lap. “I liked it a lot, Natasha.”
“Really?” she felt her voice squeak like it never had before. Resting her arms
on his shoulders, she felt him, dick as hard as ever, and it made her feel safe
because she’d relaxed enough to not hold back and he still wanted her.
“You can say it as much as you want,” he breathed, squeezing her thigh, his
pupils blown all to hell.
It felt dirty and illicit and like the biggest shared secret of all, but
Natasha suddenly wanted more of it.
“Does that mean I get to be punished?” she grinned, because thatwas something
she’d always wanted to try.
“I…” he swallowed thickly. “If you want to. I’ve never…”
“And that you can show me stuff? Because I’ve been a good girl,” she purred,
her mind breaking at all of the possibilities, that Steve would be kind and
considerate and take care of her even in this way.
“Christ,” he cursed, thumb digging in now against her leg. “Yea...yeah…yes.”
“Like how to suck your cock?” she raised an eyebrow and he choked, face red.  
“Natasha, holy…”
“Please?” she stroked him through his jeans. “Please, Daddy?”
He looked like a deer in headlights until she slid on the floor in between his
legs and stuck out her bottom lip, hands on his knees and waiting for
permission.
“Oh baby,” he reached out to touch her lip. “Oh holy Christ and all the
saints…”
Natasha closed her eyes and opened her mouth so that he could slide his thumb
in, delighting in how he jumped a little when she sucked, curling her lips down
so as not to bite.
“Only if you want to, Natasha,” Steve whimpered. She nodded, excited and
nervous at doing something like this, reaching for the zipper to his pants as
he leaned forward to kiss her.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she added for good measure before pulling him out of his
pants with an exaggerated gasp, one that resulted in him outright moaning.
She’d seen him naked before but never in this headspace, never with so much
interest in pleasing him, in him telling her how good she was…
“Jesus Christ and all the Saints,” he bucked his hips into her hand. His skin
was hot and she was suddenly so nervous she’d make a mistake.
“Is this okay?” she asked, stroking up and down because that just made logical
sense. He nodded, covering her hand with his as if to show her what he liked,
the pressure that made him feel good, and she felt bolder with every second.
“Can I use my mouth now?”
“Fuck,” Steve threw his head back for a second before meeting her eyes and it
made her proud to have made him slip so far down, if he was willing to use the
f-word. “Yeah, God. Yes, please.”
She giggled that he was the one to say please, that was her role after all,
before leaning down to touch her tongue to the tip, his breath catching at the
sensation. He tasted like skin and when she took him in her mouth, she was
relieved. Hands on the outside of his thighs, Natasha took him in as much as
she could before he touched her chin.
“Not so fast,” he laughed, nervously. “Not so fast, Babygirl.”
Babygirl. Natasha preened at the name and nodded, opening her mouth again so
that she could suck.
“What do I do with my hands?” she asked, more to herself than to him. But he
reached for her wrists and brought them together, an action that had her
squirming because he was in control and he was going to show her what to do.
Reaching for the red ribbon she’d tied around her head earlier that day, he
wrapped it gently around her wrists, kissing them after he’d made a quick knot.
“Is that too tight?” Steve asked. Natasha couldn’t speak, could only shake her
head, wondering if he’d be mad if she stopped then so that he could fuck her
because she wanted it so badly. He moved to put a hand on the back of her head
and she whimpered, wanting suddenly to do whatever she could to make it good
for him.
“Like this, Daddy,” she asked as she ran her tongue along the head, tasting the
salt, her stomach knotted in anticipation.
“It’s good,” he croaked. “More.”
Pressing her bound fists low into her lap, Natasha obeyed, taking him in and
sucking, licking until her chin was wet and he was tugging gently on her hair
and telling her how good she was, his words a mess that made her moan into his
cock.
OhitssogoodOhbabygirlbabygirlOh…
Not much different then when he was inside her, he’d found a rhythm of fucking
her face, pushing deep enough that she choked only once before apologizing and
crying out, not that she was going to let the temporary discomfort stop her.
“Is this good, Daddy?” she asked, voice small, before returning to her task.
“Natasha, fuck. Fuck, I’m…” he grabbed her hair into a ponytail and shivered.
“Please,” she met his eyes and licked, making a show to hold her tongue out.
Steve’s head hit the back of the couch and in just a blink, he was finishing,
hot fluids hitting her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She swallowed
greedily, lightheaded at the experience and how easy it had been, how good she
could be with just a little more practice, how much she ached for him to touch
her again.
“That was so good,” he said minutes later after he’d opened his eyes to watch
her sitting on her heels and waiting, hungry for instruction and hungry for her
own release. Guiding her up so that he could kiss her stomach, he continued the
praises that she didn’t realize she needed. “You are amazing.”
“Can I...if I was a good girl,” she stammered, suddenly not sure how to demand
her turn and stay in character.
Steve nodded, tugging at her pants frantically, “after that, I’d give you
anything you want.”
She smiled, feeling like she'd unearthed something important about men and
women. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Chapter End Notes
     I am convinced that even here, Natasha is in control and Steve is
     along for the ride.
***** 17: Romanogers + Your OTP Never Saying I Love You *****
Chapter Summary
     as requested by @Anon
     "Romanogers (this prompt honestly this made me laugh) // Your OTP
     never saying “I love you” to one another. Instead, they come up with
     an endless assortment of colorful phrases and actions to use,
     confusing the hell out of everyone else."
Chapter Notes
     oh this gave me feels. ohhhh....
“A toast,” Jane raised her champagne flute. “To Steve and Natasha, for
inspiring us in your own relationship and for showing us how to love.”
Natasha choked and darted eyes to Steve, who’d been sitting across the room
next to Tony Stark and Thor’s Uncle Vili. He cocked his head to one side and
wrinkled his face, mouthed the words she was thinking in her head.
What?
Thor stood next to his bride and laced his arm around her waist, before raising
his glass in Steve’s direction. “It’s true. We’ve both discussed how great you
both are at showing love for one another, for doing more than just saying the
words.”
Natasha gave a small smile and tipped her glass, motioning with her eyes to
Steve that he should follow suit.
Love ? Love. She didn’t  love  Steve. Sure, they’d had a friends with benefits
relationship for years. Hell, their friendship was how Thor and Jane had met in
the first place, after she’d brought Thor to a party Steve was throwing with
his friends. For Jane. But  love  was stretch. It wasn’t like they were dating…
Only that he was the first person she texted when anything bad happened. Only
that they had gone on road trips together, went to the gym together. Hell, he’d
taken her to the doctor’s when she’d had her wisdom teeth pulled. He had a key
to her apartment for crissakes.
Natasha thought about the many times they’d both cashed in on their “friends
with benefits” status. Lazy laundry days. Sunday brunches, clothing optional.
That one time after the One Republic concert, when they hadn’t even made it out
of the parking lot. Hell, there were things she’d done with Steve that she’d
never done or would ever do with anyone else.
He’d never said he loved her. In fact, he’d seen other people, most of them
girls she’d set him up with. She had too. She’d almost gotten into something
serious with his friend, James, in fact.
But of those times, how many times did you find excuses to actively avoid
seeing him just so that you wouldn’t have to see him with someone else?   
She watched as he stood up and walked toward her.  Damn , he cleaned up nice.
Even in the blue suit Thor had chosen for his wedding party, a color she would
never personally pick for groomsmen.  Fucking, appreciating how well he looked
when he gussied up. Those weren’t the same thing as “love,” she reasoned.
Natasha thought about when she’d gone with him to his mother’s funeral. When
she’d held his hand as he walked up to his mother’s casket. When she’d held him
as he cried in his childhood bedroom because his mom had had cancer, glad she
was no longer suffering but missing her nonetheless. It had felt like she was
made to be there with him, as though all of the things she’d gone through in
her own life had shaped her in such a way to be the rock he’d needed.
Don’t leave.  She remembered him asking her to stay and she remembered how she
thought her heart would explode because he was the most important person in her
life and she couldn’t bear to see him suffer. She’d stayed.
But he hadn’t said he loved her then, even if a small part of her wondered if
there was something there.
He walked toward her and she stood, adjusting the cocktail dress that Jane had
asked her to wear as a bridesmaid.
“You look perfect,” he said, holding his hand out so that they might dance.
Natasha laughed, remembering how much he  didn’t  dance. She took his hand.
“So, we’re an inspiration?” she smiled, as playfully as she could because she
didn’t want to be the first one to say anything serious about what the newly
married couple had just implied.
“I guess we are,” he said, his hand resting on the small of her back as he
guided her to the dance floor.
The band started playing  Won’t Stop  and Natasha’s eyes darted up to his, her
head dizzy because this was their song, a song they sent to each other when the
other needed to hear it, a song they’d  made love to . A song she’d always
turned up at full blast when she heard it, because it reminded her so much of
Steve.
“Huh,” he said quietly, pulling her hand to his heart. “This is our song.”



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