985. want your loving

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The Random (Porn) Scenario Meme 2.0
The Rules
1. Character A: Post to the meme and wait for replies. Name|Series|Prefs
2. Character B: Go to the RNG and roll some numbers. Type first, and then go to that category and roll again.
3. Multiple Lady Gaga/Ke$ha references go here.

Note: If someone is uncomfortable and tells you to back off, please do so. If

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[youweresmaller]

He felt like a toy. A broken toy that they were allowed to play with the shiny new one. The one they tried to keep separate, but it leaked over. They all looked mildly interested in the way their dirty little secret ran his fingers down the widow's back. They were all on edge. They were waiting for something dark inside of him to snap and for him to hurt her. What they didn't realize was that everything was dark inside of him. He floated in it. It put him to sleep each night.

He was too busy trying to lose the image of them watching him to look at her. He couldn't shake it. He tried to shut his eyes in hopes that he could properly be in the moment, but he could hear their movements. He could hear them shifted their weight and trying to hold their breath. It was her whimper that brought him back down to this moment. She was here. She was in front of him. He needed to hold onto that.

He needed to see her. He needed eye contact. He needed to feel her hands on him. He pulled out and stumbled backwards. He lifted his right hand to his face and rubbed at his eyes furiously. He ran it through his hand and stopped behind his head. He pulled at a chunk and swallowed a lump. "Na spine." The words sputtered out of him as he tried to find his voice.

[redinmyledger]

As soon as he pulled away Natasha clawed at the table and wanted to whimper again but for entirely different reasons. She turned at his voice, suddenly naked an vulnerable given that his pulling away brought her back to the moment. To their audience. To the fact that it wasn't just them.

She pulled herself up onto the table, her feet not touching the ground. Natasha held out her arms to him, motioning for him to come back in close. Whatever show their masters wanted they were not going to get it.

Natasha's arms and legs wrapped around the Winter Soldier and she kissed him deeply when he was close enough. Re-establishing the connection. Laying her claim and making sure he knew why she was here. Why she had agreed. When she kissed her way along his jaw and to his ear, her voice was a whisper only for him. "We will kill them. We will be free."

[youweresmaller]

He stared at her for a moment unable to move towards her. He wanted to ignore them. He needed to ignore them. He wanted it to just be them. It would never just be them though. They were constantly going to have their superiors breathing down their necks. The older Natasha got the more of a treasure she became to these people. She was their very first Black Widow. She was their most prized possession. He was the tank soldier. He would have become expendable by now if not for his appetite for violence. If it were not for how comfortable he was with hurting people they would have disposed of him. He was sure of it.

He finally willed himself to step towards her. He focused on her face and nothing else. He tried to force out the sounds that were happening around him. The superiors who were observing them in quiet interest. Her legs locked around him and he felt his breathing evening out. He put his hands on her bare thighs and tried to get the connection back. Anything that could calm him and bring him back to this task. This glorious task.

His body loosened up and his tunnel vision came back. He pulled back to look at her closely. He tilted his head and lifted his bionic arm up to brush his fingers over her cheek. He nodded slowly and leaned in to kiss her once more. He pushed her down flat on the table and balanced himself well enough to climb onto the table with her. He moved to press his lips to her neck and reached down to grab his member. He slide inside of her with a groan.

[redinmyledger]

Natasha arched under his weight and curled her fingers around the back of his neck. The touch of his bionic fingers made her shudder with pleasure as they always did and when he was connected to her once more she didn't hold back the moan.

All that mattered was him. All she needed was him. She would follow through on her promise because she was the weapon these men had made her. But their weapon wasn't happy. Their weapon didn't want to keep playing by their rules.

She wanted only him. She wanted to never be watched or ordered around again. She wanted to not have their time limited. She knotted her fingers in her hair and pulled back his head to make him look at her as her free hand slid down his back to rest against his ass.

[youweresmaller]

His cryo chamber was starting to become a prison. It was a place where they spent him after they were done using him. Once they had finished exploiting his skill set they sent him away. He didn't always feel this way. Once upon a time there was no one he'd rather serve than Mother Russia. He bled for this country. He loved it more than he could ever express. He was a loyal soldier. He was a weapon and he was proud to be one. He was proud to be the tip of the spear. Now he hated it.

She pulled his head back and his lips broke away from hers. He looked down at her and took a deep shaky breath. He lifted his arm up to rest his elbow on the table. He focused on her face. It was comforting. He cared about her more than he was even comfortable admitting to anyone. They probably knew though. They could see it on his face. They would use that love against him. Make it dirty and wrong.

He dropped his head down so that his lips were near her ear. "Ostanʹsya so mnoĭ." He knew that command was not going to stick. These people were not going to allow the Black Widow to stay with the Winter Soldier. They had missions. They had things to attend to. He could dream though. He could dream in this exact moment.

[redinmyledger]

It was getting dangerous now. They were becoming too exposed. Their superiors would understand now that these finely crafted weapons had discovered love despite every precaution taken to prevent it.

They were supposed to be immune. Supposed to want to only serve their country. Only love their country. Only love to kill. Her hand rubbed over his back and she felt something in her throat that she had never felt before - a lump.

Unshed tears glistened in her eyes because she wanted to promise him that she could stay. She wanted to tell him that there was never going to be anything that separated them. But she couldn't. They would always be ripped apart. "V sleduyushchyeĭ zhizni."

[youweresmaller]

Sometimes he wondered just what had happened in his past. What were the things that they didn't allow him to remember? Were they lying to him? These were all questions swirling around in his head. The biggest one was why didn't he have a name like everyone else? She had one. His superiors even had names they responded to. He had a sort of code name. One that was whispered in these hallways. They said his name with fear in their eyes. Why wasn't he like everyone else?

He pressed his forehead into her neck. He didn't want to look her in the eyes. If he looked into her eyes then he'd see the truth. He'd know that her words were nothing more than a cold comfort right now. He wanted to stay badly. Why was he tortured like this? All the beatings he had endured on missions were nothing compared to what kind of pain was filling him in this moment.

His hips drew back and pushed back against her. As cliched and stupid as it sounded he was trying to fuck himself into oblivion. Any kind of release worked for him. They wanted them to only speak Russian in their presence, but on missions he grew fond of English. It was peculiar and strange. He felt comfortable with it. "Thank you." It was coming to an end right now. He wasn't sure if she was close, but he was getting there. Once they had finished there was no other reason to let them be close.

He pulled his head back and gave her a pained smile. Then after another thrust he let out a groan and rode out the ending waves of his orgasm. He could already heard the safeties of their weapons clicking off. They were preparing to take the science project away.

[redinmyledger]

She had learned not to question his past, learned not to expect to hear a name. She wanted to know. Wanted to still gift him with a name but nothing ever seemed right.

She cradled his head against her shoulder for as long as he needed, her own words tasting like ash. Why did it have to be spoiled? Why did their puppet masters have to find out? She hated them. She hated every last one of them. No longer was she going to blindly follow Mother Russia.

She looked in those eyes and she knew he wasn't with her. Not how she had wanted. Not how she had longed for. Natasha waited for him to finish, resigned to the fact that this wasn't about her pleasure.

She sat up around him, limbs holding tight as her body gave a small ripple in response to feeling him come and her lips pressed against his right ear so that their superiors wouldn't see her lips move or be able to read the English she was whispering. "I love you."

[youweresmaller]

He was fairly certain he would be going back to cryo after all of this. He was fairly certain that their interactions would be cut or just monitored very closely. He'd probably have a chaperon on him at all times. He wouldn't put it past them to assign him armed guards whenever he trained her. They would probably not be left to have missions together. He could guarantee they would stick the two of them with a handler of sorts if they did have to work together. They would be careful to not let this get out of hand anymore.

He shut his eyes tightly and held onto her words. A small smile tugged at the Winter Soldier's lips and he suddenly felt hands on his arms. He didn't even try to fight them right now. He probably could have tried, but they had masses. Masses that would just keep coming if they tried to resist. They would not hesitate to take this to the next level and he didn't want it to get violent for her. He would go peacefully.

His limbs went limb and the two shoulders held him under his arms tightly. They tugged him across the room and he managed to hold her gaze. He wasn't going to look away. Looking away would be far too painful. He was going to hold her gaze if it killed him. "YA tozhe tebya lyublyu." He didn't even care if their superiors heard him either. Whatever they were going to do he wanted her to know before it happened.

[redinmyledger]

Natasha was starting to realise that this was a goodbye. They'd given them this moment just so that they could separate the Winter Soldier and the Black Widow. So that they could shorten their leashes and make their toys behave.

She pressed her lips together as she watched him, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. She had never cried. Not once in her time as the Black Widow but she was close now. He loved her. He felt the same and now there was a chance she would never truly be with him again.

She felt hands grab her. She felt the press of a muzzle against her back but she didn't want to move. She just wanted to keep watching him. And then came the backhand to snap her out of her reverie and Natasha spat out blood. But as soon as she blinked to look down, the Winter Soldier was gone.