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unknownimagineblog · 1 year

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Into the Widow’s Nest // N.R

Warning(s): minor sexual themes, cursing, angst

The morning sun filtered through your curtains, and you stifled your yawn in an attempt to not wake the other person who joined you in your bed. You rubbed your eye as you sat up, only to be met with a soft moan as the arms around your waist tightened.

You reached down to brush your fingers through your girlfriend’s hair as she nuzzled her face into your waist.

“Stay.” Natasha mumbled quietly, and you smiled at the warm feeling that surrounded both of you.

With a soft laugh, as your fingers continued to thread through her red hair you responded. “I deal with you disappearing for months on end, I think you can deal for a day without me.”

Finally releasing you, she rolled onto her back dramatically. Huffing, she said, “I can already feel myself going through withdrawal.”

“Some super spy you are.” You responded, noticing the playful glare she sent your way at your words. Pulling on your coat, you leaned across the bed to plant one final kiss upon her lips before your departure.

“Enjoy your day off, my love.” You whispered, and she smiled at your words.

“Have fun kissing ass.” She said, and you let out a laugh as you slapped her arm.

You worked as a diplomat, and as a result of your well known relationship with the Black Widow, a public relations expert for the Avengers to foreign nations. Natasha never failed to tease you about it.

Deciding you had time to humor your girlfriend a little longer, you circled the bed to grasp her wrists and place them above her head. Leaning in once again to hover over her, you could see the mischievous glint behind her eyes.

“I do it to keep the United Nations off your ass.” You said.

“They love to be on my ass.”

“Exactly.” You laughed, before pressing a soft kiss upon her cheek, then traveling down her neck. “You’re lucky I’m the jealous type, or I wouldn’t risk my career to fend them off so much.”

“How about you stay home, and I show you just how appreciative I am?” She asked. You released her hands, and Natasha used this opportunity to run them along your sides before reaching down to unbutton your coat. She captured your lips in a heated kiss, and before it had grown too intense, you pulled away.

You kicked your shoes off, before kneeling upon the bed to straddle her hips. You then captured her in a kiss much more intense than the one you had previously shared, causing her to arch her back in an attempt to gain more friction between you.

Pulling away again, you were breathless as you stared down at Natasha. She hadn’t faired much better against the effect you had on her, if her kiss swollen lips and red face were any indication.

You gripped her jaw between your fingers to turn her face, allowing yourself space to lay kisses upon her throat. Reaching that sweet spot upon her neck, you placed a kiss against it and didn’t fail to notice her begin to writhe beneath you.

“I could be a little late for work.” You hummed against her neck, and she sighed at the feeling. “I’ll just tell them it was a matter of national security that needed my immediate attention.”

Her hand began to make quick work of the buttons on your shirt, and relished at the feeling of your skin against her own. She was just about to strip you of your bra, until you were both interrupted by Natasha’s phone ringing.

You froze to stare at it, as if you could will the phone to stop ringing with your mind alone. Then you spoke up, “I swear, if that’s Fury calling you into work before I even get to-”

Natasha interrupted you by answering the call, and you glared at her from your position above her. She reached out a hand to caress her thumb against your exposed hip absentmindedly. “Yes, Director? I’m currently in the middle of something.”

“Tell your girlfriend to get off of you, then.” Fury’s voice spoke through the phone. “You two can fuck like bunnies after you complete your next mission.”

You huffed after overhearing bits of his statement, and Natasha was disappointed to watch as you began to button your shirt once again. Stepping off the bed, you leaned over to place a chaste kiss upon her lips.

“I’ll see you later. I love you.” You whispered just for her to hear, and she smiled.

“I love you too.” She said, sitting up in the bed to watch as you left the apartment. After hearing the door lock behind you, she decided to continue the conversation with the director.

“You know there are other Avengers who are able to complete missions? You don’t have to keep sending me.” Natasha told him.

“The Red Room is still operational.” He said, and he hummed at the sound of her almost inaudible gasp. “Knew that was going to change your tune.”

“That’s impossible.” She said quickly. “I killed Dreykov, there’s no way.”

Natasha remembered the mission in Budapest, it wasn’t hard to forget.

She met you there, after she and Clint had taken refuge at the embassy to await extraction. You came to them with charming smiles that enticed the foreign diplomats, and a warm demeanor. But you seemed exhausted, and below your facade lay a burnt out woman.

“This is the last time I’ll stick my neck out for you.” You had told Clint as you both marched down the pristine hallways with Natasha on your heels. “It’s hard to explain away a massive explosion in the center of the city.”

Clint patted your tense shoulder with a laugh, and you sighed. “Come on, we bring an excitement to this job that you’ve never had before!”

“I like when my job is unexciting.” You said with a dry laugh, and a shake of your head. “Usually, that means the world isn’t teetering on impending doom.”

Natasha finally made her presence known behind you, causing you both to stop and turn toward her.

“Your knuckles are raw, and your nail beds are tore.” Natasha observed, causing you to glance between her and Clint. “Why?”

“Recovering the bodies you left behind.” You said, your tone much more tense than before. “Cant just leave an obvious strike against a Russian dignitary that reeks of American influence out in the open.”

“He’s dead?” She asked, gripping your arm harshly to prevent you from continuing down the hallway. You turned quickly with a harsh glare upon your brow, and you slapped her hand away.

“Yes.” You answered, your voice even more tense then your posture. “I saw his corpse with my own eyes.”

Natasha watched as your back disappeared down the hallway, and Clint cleared his throat in an attempt to diffuse the tension surrounding his companion.

“Maybe keep in her good graces?” Clint said, tapping his shoulder against her own. “She’s saved my ass more than I could count, so she’s a good ally. Give her a chance.”

Apparently, Natasha had taken giving you a chance a bit too far, considering you both shared an apartment now and woke up in the same bed almost every morning. Clint was floored when Natasha shared the news, but was rather happy for the occasion.

She sighed once she pressed your contact, preparing herself to break the news to you. Natasha always hated telling you about her missions, not that you took it hard, but the disappointment in your voice always felt like it was tearing at her heartstrings.

“Hey Nat, what’s up?” You answered in a rather chipper tone, obviously still driving to work.

“I’m going to be headed out on a mission.” She said simply, and she heard you sigh. “It should only be a few weeks, well, at least I hope it is.”

“Yeah.. I wasn’t too confident you’d be home later after Fury’s call.” You said. “It sounded urgent.”

“It is.”

“Anything I need to be prepared for?”

“No..” Natasha trailed off, and you hummed in an obvious indication that you hadn’t believed her. You then wished each other goodbye before ending the call.

—

Natasha wasn’t particularly happy to find herself within the Red Room once again, but none of the widows had made any move to stop her as she snuck through the hallways. If they had spotted her, they simply stared at her like scared animals rather than deadly assassins. It caused an uncertain feeling to begin cooling around her stomach.

She tracked the hallways to Dreykov’s office, and her feeling of unease only continued to grow due to the lack of resistance she had been met with.

Entering the office, she trained her gun upon Dreykov the moment he had came within her eyesight. It caused him to sigh at the sight of her, but raised his hands in a mock surrender.

“Natalia.” He greeted as he stood, then motioned to the chair at the front of the desk. “Just the person I was looking for.”

Natasha scoffed at his words, but lowered her pistol once she noticed the man was unguarded, and unarmed. She did not take the seat he offered.“What’s this all about?”

“A favor.” Dreykov said, and held up an authoritative hand to prevent Natasha from interrupting. “I need someone killed.”

“Why not send a widow to do that for you?” Natasha quipped, and she could watch as a vein steadily began to bulge upon his forehead in anger.

“The widows no longer listen to me.” He answered as if such information was common knowledge, and she was silly for asking such a thing. She looked at him with confusion crossing her brow, but he continued. “There’s a new director. I’m simply a figurehead to take blame if the Red Room were to ever fall.”

Natasha stared at him with skepticism. She wasn’t exactly convinced Dreykov had been pulled from his position within the Red Room, and everything about this proposition seemed suspicious.

“I know this seems questionable.” He said, almost as if he could hear Natasha’s thoughts. “But, if you complete this for me, I will release Yelena Belova from the widow program.”

Natasha seemed to battle within herself for a moment, trying to decide if what she was going to accept was worth it. She could simply put a bullet into Dreykov, and break her sister out now. But that also meant risking, if Dreykov is speaking the truth, forcing the acting director into hiding.

“I’ll do it.” She finally muttered, and he seemed to excite at her words.

“It’s my oldest daughter.” Dreykov said, seemingly answer the question at the top of Natasha’s tongue. He was working at pulling various drawers within the desk open, and unlocking secret locks but he continued to explain. “After the explosion took Antonia’s life, something had broken within her. Her entire life’s purpose was to protect her younger sister, and she had failed.”

Natasha cringed at the mention of Dreykov’s younger daughter, and her mind had managed to memorize almost every feature of her face in those last moments before she instructed Clint to light the fuse. Sometimes that memory was triggered by everyday experiences, but she never realized what it was exactly stemming from.

“She manipulated the committee of foreign dignitaries that sponsor the Red Room into believing that I was no longer a proper fit for the job.” He said. “They instated her as director without question.”

“That’s great, and all, but I’ve never even met your oldest-” Natasha began, but was interrupted by Dreykov once again.

“Why don’t you see for yourself, Natalia?” He asked, motioning to the large glass panel behind her.

She had begun to grow annoyed at the interaction, but humored the man by turning toward where he had indicated. When she had seen the target Dreykov had been referring to, she felt as if her lungs had been squeezed of all their air.

Upon the large glass screen was a video of you, with Natasha in your shared apartment. You were both slow dancing in the kitchen, and Natasha remembered she accidentally burnt the dinner because she had been so lost in you.

Now she realized that maybe you had never gotten lost within your love for her, unlike what she had for you. You had simply clung to Natasha for the desperate need to keep her on a short leash, otherwise she might discover your true identity.

You were Dreykov’s daughter.

#y’all forgot i was an angst writer after that fluff didn’t y’all?#well here it is #avengers #avengers x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff imagine #Natasha Romanoff x reader #x reader insert #I’m not super proud of this one

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minty364 · 8 months

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DPXDC Prompt #24

10 year old Danny Fenton doesn’t have any friends and he wishes with all his heart that he did, his parents didn’t pay much attention to him paying more attention to the ghost portal they’ve almost completed. His sister was too overbearing and acted more like a mother than a friend. So one night he speaks out into the sky with his window open,

“I don’t know if anyone is listening but if you are can we be friends?”

little does he know Superman who recently got his super-hearing hears him.

“Yes I will” Superman replies to himself.

Superman listens to Danny every night as he talks about his life. A month goes by and the portal is complete but it doesn’t work. Danny goes inside after his parents aren’t home… He’s electrocuted and screams the pain’s unbearable. Superman flies straight to him hearing the screams of his friend.

When Danny comes to he’s looking straight at Superman.

“Danny!! Are you OK?”

“How do you know my name??”

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #superman #my adventures with superman #Danny is 10 #Because I don’t think a teen would talk to what is essentially in Danny’s head as an imaginary friend #Danny and Superman are friends #But Danny doesn’t know #I’m super proud of this one

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firebound-press · 2 months

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Todays bind! Fools Gold, by @tigers1o1 !!

Personally, I absolutely adore the paper and bookcloth combination on this bind. I got the cloth a while back for free and I’ve been waiting for a chance to use it, and then my friend Cam got me this paper as a gift! It seemed way too perfect to not use!

This was a very exciting bind, because it gave me the opportunity to try something completely new, gilded edges!!

Although it didn’t turn out perfect, I’m still super proud of how clean it ended up. Plus, I personally think the flaws make it better :D

The typesetting here was very exciting for me. A few months ago Ty held a tattoo contest for the fic, and I couldn’t not use them when I saw the two finalist designs. So I went ahead and contacted the artists, and they both said I could use them!!

Title page design: @eldrigeonsss

Chapter header design: @sheeeeeeeepherd

Thank you both again for letting me use your beautiful work!

You can read the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42798252/chapters/107512251

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spineless-lobster · 4 months

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Wowza you guys get fanfic on saturday and an edit on monday??? Yeah, y’all get an extra christmas present!!! Courtesy of my brain!!! Yipppeee!!!

Enjoy this rasputin edit because those are always fun :)

Also available on youtube

Edit: (the youtube video may be blocked in some places due to copyright)

#I’m super proud of this one!!!#bbc ghosts #bbcghostsedit #my edit #rasputin #six idiots #yipppeeeeeee!!!!!

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sangekis-shit · 3 months

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"Honestly, I pity you. You shut yourself off from the rest of the world, didn't you? 1,000 years of suffering, of burying your feelings, of hating yourself. That must have been hard"

I was going to color this sketch in order to practice coloring, but you know what? Screw that, crosshatching

The secret is to cross hatching is frantically scribbling until your done

#amphibia fanart #anne boonchuy #calamity anne #crosshatching #super sayian blue #not to toot my own horn but this one I’m proud of #digital art #amphiba

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zootopiathingz · 15 days

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A Promise in the Dead of Night

“I’m scared…”

Her voice is but a whisper, that Alastor barely registers her words at first. When he does, he feels himself tightening his arms around her, his mind already preparing to shield her from danger that he’s not made aware of.

Something’s been off about Charlie’s behavior and he hasn’t been able to determine the reason. From the moment she stepped in his room, he’s known she hasn’t been in her usual perky mood. It’s not unlike her to pay him a visit in the dead of night. Hell, it’s practically become routine for them. If he doesn’t end up falling asleep with her in her own bed, he can expect to find her hours later in his room, quietly requesting that she stay. And he never refuses. How could he possibly turn down such a request from the radiant, smiling princess of Hell?

But tonight, that gorgeous smile of hers that normally greets him when she enters a room was absent from her face. Her piercing eyes that could read all the secrets of his soul were puffy from tears she must have dried before coming to see him. She hasn’t uttered a word until now. She simply opened the door and walked over to join him on the sofa he sits on and crawled her way into his arms. He hasn’t questioned her, but he finds it odd that she had been so quiet. Not even a laugh, or even a breath. Has she been holding her breath the whole time?

Alastor brings his hand up to the back of her head that lays against his chest, raking his long claws through the soft strands of her golden hair. “Of what, dear?” He asks, his voice only slightly louder than hers.

She doesn’t answer. Not with words, at least. Instead she just further nuzzles her head against him, burying her face into the fabric of his coat like she’s trying to hide from something. Alastor swears he hears a faint whimper escape her—a sound that not only catches him off-guard, but fills him with rage. Several thoughts run through his mind like a herd of deer. What could have happened to her that would send her into such a fragile state? Who hurt her…?

Before jumping to conclusions, he decides to continue with his gentle approach. He shifts slightly, taking her chin between his fingers to lift her head away from his chest, her gaze instinctively meeting his. He’s met with the most heartbreaking look of vulnerability she’s ever displayed. He doesn’t like it one bit.

“What’s troubling you, my darling?” He questions her again, his thumb tenderly caressing the soft, milky skin of her face.

Charlie sniffles and briefly shifts her gaze downward as she struggles to answer in a way that makes sense. “I.. I don’t know.” She sighs shakily. She knows it’s a pathetic response, but she doesn’t know how to explain the hell-storm wreaking havoc in her mind.

Alastor stays quiet, only giving her a look that urges her to go on. And when she looks at him again, she does, however reluctantly.

“Oh Al.. I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and no matter what I do, it won’t leave me alone.” Charlie lets out a small hiccup of a breath, leaning her head forward slightly, longing to lay on his chest again. “I keep having these horrible dreams. They play out differently, but they all end the same way…something bad happens, or someone attacks us, and one way or another, you get taken away from me. I don’t know what happens to you after. I always wake up before I can find out, but I’m afraid that it means you were…”

She pauses, not wanting to actually finish the thought aloud. She knows she doesn’t need to, anyway. Alastor can easily fill in the blank.

His signature smile, sealed by his lips at the moment, tightens at the corners. Charlie doesn’t see it, but his blinking eyes go wide for just a moment. It may be just a coincidence, it had to be. But what are the odds that they were both struggling with bad dreams about losing the other to some unknown force of darkness? Alastor hasn’t let it affect him like Charlie clearly has, because to him it shouldn’t have meant anything.

But to know that his princess was facing the exact same troubling phenomenon…that was a cause for alarm.

He doesn’t tell her of this. No, he refuses to worry her any more than she already has been. It’s his job to ease her worries, not increase them. It’s a burden he’ll bear for them both. What’s one more, anyway?

He pulls her in close to him as she snuggles into his arms. “Oh Charlie, you must not fret over something like night terrors.” He assures in a calming tone, trailing his hand up and down the length of her back. “They’re just dreams, after all. They cannot hurt us.”

“That’s the thing. What if they’re not just dreams?” Charlie argues, her body growing slightly tense at this thought she only just now realizes she has. “What if..it’s a warning?”

Alastor doesn’t even want to entertain the idea. He doesn’t want to imagine that that’s the reason behind their shared unconscious terrors. No, he won’t give into the fear. It will only consume them, and then they will be doomed to face it.

“You shouldn’t think like that, dear.” He says, leaning his head down, resting his chin atop of her head. “It will do you no good. You mustn’t let your fear control you.”

Charlie closes her eyes, her voice reverting back to its pitiful hushed tone. “I can’t stop it.”

There’s a brief moment of stillness between them. Neither dares to move from the warmth of the other’s touch. The air grows quiet, with only the cackling flames of the fireplace providing any source of sound. That is, until Alastor slowly lifts his head and pulls her back to face her again. The look in his eyes takes her aback. His grin is as wide as always, but there’s a subtle glimmer of sadness in his gaze that she’s never quite seen before. She’s not sure if she should feel touched that he’s grown so comfortable to express such vulnerability in front of her, or horrified of the meaning behind it…

“Then tell me what I can do to make it go away.” He raises his finger up to brush her bangs away from her forehead, before resting his hand against the side of her face, cupping her face in his palm. “Whatever it is, it will be done. Just name it.”

Charlie frowns softly, staring at him quietly for the longest minute. She’s not sure there’s anything he can do to make this all disappear. Alastor may be a powerful overlord, wielding immense power that has left even her impressed. But sadly, he can’t just snap his fingers and rid her of her fears like he wishes. Miracles like that weren’t possible down here in Hell.

There’s one thing he can do, though. As simple as it may be, it’s what she needs him to do.

Charlie leans her face into his palm, bringing her own hand up to hold his wrist as she looks deep into his eyes. “Just..promise me that no matter what happens, if anything happens, that nothing will tear us apart from each other.” She says, her voice trembling more and more with each word. “Whether these are just stupid dreams or not, I cannot lose you, Alastor. So please.. promise me now.”

Alastor gives her an incredulous look, raising his brow a little, just before he leans in, inching his face closer to hers.

“Charlie..my princess,” He speaks firmly, his voice lacking any static or filter that it normally carries, “I swear on my damned life, I will never let anything take you away from me. Not Heaven. Not Hell. Nothing is ever going to keep us apart. Do you understand?”

She nods slowly, and as she blinks the tears she’s been fighting back threaten to burst like a broken dam. Alastor kisses her, the tender touch of his lips bringing her a warm sense of comfort. He then pulls her back into his reassuring embrace, and at last the woman crumbles down. She cries into his shoulder, clinging onto him like she may lose him for good if she even thinks of letting go. He doesn’t say anything, knowing he’s said all he can to bring her solace and all he can do now is simply be here with her.

But they both know his words held nothing but truth to them. Charlie’s been the one good thing to ever happen to him in a long, long time. And he would sooner die again than ever let something rip that away from his grasp. He will hold onto her and use everything in his power to fight for her, and he will do it all with a smile on his face.

It’s alright, my love. Is his immediate thought when he hears that dreadful sound of her sobbing. He hugs her as close as he possibly can, letting his eyes fall shut as his face presses onto the mess of hair on her head. The shadow that resembles his shape looms over the pair, hovering its claws protectively over the woman in Alastor’s arms.

Anyone who tries to take you from me will be faced with a fate worse than death…

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mistermegee · 5 months

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So I, of course, found a new IF to read since I’m addicted to them and fell for this adorable shy cutie, Death, from @thebarontheabyss. You can choose his style and I chose to make him a lil’ business man because death is serious business, lol. The IF is super charming so far and I can’t wait to read more and smooch him up. >:D

Edit: I futzed with his face and the rim light a tad. I like it better now.

#my art #thebarontheabyss #death #artists on tumblr #interactive fiction #I’m super proud of this one #also obligatory birb

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kicktwine · 1 year

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see? him face

vens very cute and I think he deserves to square up with Roxas, who is his friend and not-clone, because it would be really funny but ALSO the boy deserves to win a single thing ever in his life as a break from being the universe and kingdom hearts (the moon)’s milk webkinz. AND! he missed out! on getting an award from the million dreams festival that he won because he was preoccupied with the plot which was not very fun for him and then right afterwards he like, died, so the universe owes him a trophy and an ice cream (he got better so he can have them now)

#blonde men poll 2023 #Sorry I didn’t mean to get so invested. my bug got really far though so I’m feeling some kind of parental competitive emotion #kh #link would understand. I think any link would take the trophy and reuse it for either something neat or pointless but cool looking #like a club. or perhaps a contraption. Or a big cup #ven would get really shy upon receiving it and then put it in his room ON THE SIDE SOMEWHERE so no one thinks it’s super special or anythin #but he’s proud of it. if ven got ANY trophy he would be proud of it he’s a very second place getting boy #it doesn’t get him down though. most of the time. he gets tired of it but he’s kind of used to not being special #hi if it doesn’t sound like I’m joking around anymore it’s because I got too into thinking about how ven wld react to winning a competition

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truecobblepot · 11 months

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SLUTTY SLEEVES ROLL🫵🫵‼️‼️‼️😱😱🤯🤯⁉️⁉️

@bazingerrr put the image in my head and now i can’t stop thinking about it🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ (he’s getting ready for the closet, he remembered this time)

#william afton #fnaf #oc x canon #self insert #fnaf sona #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #matthew lillard #crying screaming shaking kicking feet #william afton x reader #william afton fanart #sorry for using x reader tag but i’m super proud of this one😭💜#once again #nela fnafverse

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