985. want your loving

[mememaker]

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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7-12 apparently... so I'm setting this in earlier years.

[redinmyledger]

Natasha was bent forward over the table, her legs spread as one bionic hand and one human gripped her hips. Their superiors had found out about them. It wasn't a secret they would keep for long. And apparently only something they could indulge in if they put on little shows.

She was now nineteen, and the Winter Soldier had been thawed for this very special occasion. The man brought out of cryo just so that he could fuck Natasha with an audience watching. But she could care less. All that mattered was that he was here. That they were together. And one day they'd kill every man in this room.

The idea had her moaning even louder as she rocked back against him.

[youweresmaller]

It took some time before their superiors could come to terms with their two operatives doing things in the dead of the night. Training room sessions got to be a little too dangerous. He couldn't count on them being alone for that long sometimes. He needed more time with her as well. Sneaking into her room when he wasn't in cryo was the only option he had. When they did find out they wasted no time teaching the Winter Soldier that he didn't put his hands on their most prized possession. The Black Widow

[redinmyledger]

If this was going to be the only way then so be it. Natasha was fast coming to realise that she loved this man. She loved this instrument of destruction and the way he made her feel. Those stolen moments in her room had been like heaven to her, or what she imagined the mythical place to be.

And she hated these men for trying to stop them being together. For trying to lay claim on her once more when only the Winter Soldier could ever own her.

She wanted to scream, wanted to cry out in defiance because they didn't deserve to watch. Didn't deserve to witness just how intense this union was. How perfect in its darkness. She tried to catch his gaze, tried to make him focus on nothing but her. She only wanted her moans to be for him. Only wanted the sounds he could draw from her to be for his ears only. Her chest tightened as she finally let out the softest of whimpers, her hips tilting to take him deeper. Always deeper.

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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

[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.