#stasha

Day 107 ~ Posting my favourite ships

Natasha Romanoff 🕷️💄 | Steve Rogers 🥊⏳

Leave you here, I don't wanna

I wanna...

🧶Star learns that it’s harder to play with yarn in his human form, and Asha finds it pretty funny 😂 (And yes, he can still float as a human. And shapeshift back into a star whenever he wants).🧶

American transsexual pornstar.

Stasha (24.03.1969 - 19.04.1993)

Stasha was one of the most unusual performers in the history of porn.

Born a man (and who also had a fraternal twin sister), Stasha originally performed in gay porn under the names Angelo and Steven Moore.

After getting a sex change, she changed her name to Stasha and began performing in hetero porn.

Stasha appeared in many films, with no one the wiser as to his/her origins. Sadly, Stasha was diagnosed with leukemia in 1992, and died the following year.

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Romanogers | Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff (MCU)

Requested by @blairwaldcrf

The meeting is probably about to start. No one has tried to call in the last ten minutes or so which makes a nice change from the twenty texts and voicemails waiting on both phones. It's a good thing Natasha silenced them after the first three, but she's still surprised that Steve, as a light sleep as he tends to be, hasn't stirred at all.

She's more relieved by that, actually. It's been so many restless nights of him getting out of bed after an hour of trying to drift off. So many three am cups of coffee. Too many crack-of-dawn runs around the streets of New York. She's been toying with suggesting he see a doctor for some kind of help for the last week or so.

Her phone buzzes somewhere on the floor. She ignores it once again. Something she severely hopes is not going to come back and bite her when she does finally get around to checking it; knowing her luck, there's some kind of world-ending event occurring and she's closing her eyes to it for the sake of letting Steve get in a few extra hours. It's worth it.

Steve's phone buzzes this time and she groans quietly into her pillow. Now that she's thought it, there's a pit in her stomach, growing concerned that something might actually be wrong and it's not just Tony lecturing them for not being "responsible."

She carefully unwraps herself from Steve and goes to roll onto her side to find her own phone. She's stopped mid-search, dangling over the edge of the bed as Steve's arm curls around her with a gentle tug to bring her fully back.

"Leave it," he murmurs into her shoulder. "I checked mine when you went to the bathroom. Nothing's wrong. They cancelled the meeting."

"Why?"

"Well, we weren't answering and nothing of importance has really happened to update on recently. All of the texts and calls are from that group chat Thor added us to. It's him and Darcy and... Korg, I think his name is, arguing about some video game."

"I forgot to leave that chat," Natasha says, silently scolding herself for not doing so when this is the result. At the very least, she needs to mute it.

Steve chuckles quietly, but it fades out as he kisses her shoulder, then buries his face into the back of her neck. It's only just occurring to her that she has no idea how long he's actually been awake, potentially just lying there with her arms wrapped around him, pretending to be asleep.

She turns herself around in his arms now to get a good look at his face, having been staring at the back of his head for the better part of the morning. There are dark circles under his eyes but they never really go away. His eyes themselves look a bit brighter than they do most days, even with the half-lidded, sleepy look to them.

Sighing softly, she strokes his cheek. He smiles and lets his eyes flutter closed again, enjoying her gentle touch. It's almost a shock to her system. Someone embracing her touch, trusting it implicitly, so much so that he lowers every single guard and makes himself vulnerable to her.

She swallows hard. Then she kisses him, startling him momentarily. He quickly melts into it and kisses her back, curling his arm a little more securely around her.

"Did you sleep okay?" she asks in between, peering at him as he opens his eyes again. "You seemed peaceful. For a little while, at least."

That pretty smile crosses his face again. It somehow still manages to make him look like some innocent boy despite his full beard.

"I'm always peaceful when I'm with you," he replies, but when she raises an eyebrow, he drops the evasive tactics. "Yeah, I slept okay. I've not been awake that long. Drifting in and out since you got up."

Natasha finally smiles back. "We could just... go back to sleep now that we don't have anything important to do. Not that I planned on actually getting up for that anyway, but you know."

by juliacp

Compilado de algumas histórias one shots de Natasha Romanoff.

Algum capítulos terão cenas hot, então se não gosta não leia.

Words: 468, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Português brasileiro

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Maria Hill, Carol Danvers, Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Carol Danvers/Natasha Romanov