#unbreakablewidow

Her request wasn’t unusual, she enjoyed him getting rough, and often said outrageous things to get him to get rough with her. However, this was the first time she asked for it outright. Blue eyes looked to her, eyeing the lingerie she had on, enjoying how it clung to her form. Thor stood from his seat, watching her with an eager smile on his lips, humming his delight at the sight of her. That approach stopped until they stood right before one another, and he had yet to put his hands upon her. That was shortly changed, a hand squeezing at her hip, while the other carefully closed around her throat. Thumb and index finger squeezed at the base of her jaw, putting pressure on her veins, lessening the blood-flow while leaving her throat alone, so she could still breathe normally. His hand moved from her hip after his grip on her neck had settled, squeezing her ass tightly, pulling her closer. “Punish you? Is it really a punishment when you enjoy it?” He questioned teasingly, smiling at her in a way to convey that he was still going to do what she desired, he was merely teasing.

Peter had spotted her reacting badly to the movie, it was really off putting and nobody else seemed to notice it, he put a hand on her leg to try and comfort her but as she moved against him he felt like it was the last straw.  Reaching over he grabbed the remote and turned the film off, causing everyone to look at him. “I think that’s enough.” He stated simply, daring anyone to challenge him, sure he was the youngest there but he wasn’t going to back down and it must have been obvious from the look on his face as they didn’t challenge him.  His attention turned back to Natalia as their friends wandered off. “It’s okay, I got you.” He whispered softly, wrapping his arms around her.

      [ ✮ ]  ❝ BREATHE , DON’T SPEAK. ❞  // @unbreakablewidow​  ♥︎’d for a lyric !

“both can work out for the night, but I never say no to making you scream the lord’s name.” 

Being unable to teleport, Loki had to take the long way in order to reach the Avengers compound. So by the time he reached one of the windows, his poor little paws were sore and he was exhausted. He needed to rest; preferably on a nice comfy bed where he could stretch out fully. Unfortunately, the window he’d gone to, to announce his presence had been a dud. The person wasn’t letting him in, which was totally unfair of them and selfish. He was tired, he needed a rest and didn’t possess opposable thumbs to open doors himself. So he did the only thing he could do; he kept meowing.

He watched as who he had figured was the star twirled about. He had never been big with names of such performers in these arts but from what he could tell she was good, very good. It would seem the money he’d invested in helping host this production was going to good use. 

❝Natasha, how’d your mission go?❞