#black widow x asexual reader

[i-just-came-here-for-drugz]

Y/n: I’m a bisexual and I haven’t even made out with a guy or girl yet.

Natasha: So, you’re a (insert gender) who’s attracted to girls and guys, but no girls or guys are attracted to you?

Wanda: Damn, you really put’s the 'L' in LGBT.

Y/n: I-

Y/n: I'm getting bullied by my girlfriends

(Asexual y/n)

#asexual #wanda x natasha #wanda x y/n #avengers #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #wanda maximoff #avengers x y/n #wandanat #natasha romonova #the avengers #Wanda #wanda x reader #wanda maximov #scarlet witch #multiverse of madness #the scarlet witch #black widow #natalia romanova #natalia romanoff #natasha romanoff x autistic!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x you #natalia alianovna romanova #yelena boleva #black widow movie #natasha and yelena #natasha x wanda #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader

[bakerstreethound]

Yelena Belova domestic headcanon-Macaroni & dances

I had this idea late one night when I couldn’t sleep where Yelena has an asexual partner and they both make macaroni and dance around the kitchen. Also I’ve read and heard that Yelena herself is on the asexuality spectrum too! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this headcanon attempt. I’m trying to get out of a writing block

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There is something about the smell of macaroni that brings you back to when you’re younger. 

The thing is you’re not expecting your partner in the kitchen making it at 2am, singing and muttering out loud to herself. 

“Oh! why’re you awake?” She turned on a dime, obviously tuned in you, your footsteps. It did not bode well to sneak up on her. 

“Can’t sleep,” you yawned, though your mind was still relentlessly running.

“I needed something to eat...this, this yellow cheese stuff you like it a lot, no? I got a whole crate of them.” 

After she filled up both your bowls, you sit together on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the silence, though sometimes the TV would be turned on for noise. 

Though you both were quite averse to touch in the beginning, Yelena always made sure you were comfortable gently kissing your cheek before asking, “was that alright, my dove?” and you’d chuckle and brush your thumb across her lips and nod, and reply “y-yes that was perfect.” 

If she was feeling particularly cheeky, she’d kiss your thumb and you’d peck her cheek before you both broke away to put the dishes in the sink. 

Depending on the day you were either the one peppering her neck with kisses or she had you pinned up against the wall kissing you oh so softly, with you running her fingers through her hair, or untangling it from whatever style she’d had it in for that day. 

Then, after that was said or done, if you’re the taller one in the relationship, you’d gently grab her by the waist and start swaying along to American Pie; even though she’s 5′ 4″ she can still drop kick you on the ass but never protested against this ritual. 

She doesn’t usually show much emotion, but when she nestles closer to you in your embrace, you knew that that was an offering of her and her trust in you, something you never intended to break. 

Tags: @disneymarina​ @lilythemadqueen​ @starks-hero​

#yelena belova #yelena imagine #gender neutral reader #marvel #yelena x reader #yelena black widow #headcanon #marvel headcanons #asexual reader #should I do more of these? #or write for yelena? #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

I Want It All: Part 2

Part 1, Part 3

Astarion x AsexaulBard!Tav Masterlist

Astarion x Reader, Astarion x Tav, Astarion x Asexual!Reader, Astarion x Bard!Reader

Kissing, Angst, Asexual Angst, Allusions to Past Relationships

Summary: You and Astarion had been playing this little game of yours for a while; he pretends to care, you pretend not to fall for it. It’s easy, even fun at times. The trouble is, what happens the moment you can’t pretend anymore?

A/N: OMG, thank you to everyone who has read the first part. I was not expecting for it to blow up like it did. Hopefully this next part doesn't disappoint. And as always REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS! I NEED VALIDATION TO SURVIVE!!! (Especially those I've tagged. I'd really like to know if you still like it.)

Word Count: 3.0K

How could ten feet of hallway feel like a death march?  It was a question you never thought to pose to yourself, until you faced the distance between your door and Astarion’s. 

What could you even say to him? An apology was always a good start, but for what? Neither of you made any formal declarations of intentions towards each other. That was the whole point of this game of yours, to keep the other guessing. It wasn’t like you outright lied to him or made promises you didn’t intend to keep. 

So why did you feel so guilty? 

Of course, you could be working yourself up over nothing. He could just as easily laugh in your face. 

With all these thoughts swirling in your mind, you were almost surprised to see the light beneath his door reflecting on your boots.

A lump of panic tightened your throat. From the angle of the light, he wouldn’t be able to tell you were standing there. There was still time to turn around, put it off until morning–.

“The door is open, darling.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his voice. He didn’t sound upset or angry. Hell, he didn’t even sound smug. It was that rare gentleness he only took on when nobody else was looking. There were times it seemed to surprise even him. You didn’t stand a chance. 

With a breath, you opened the door. 

Warm candle light met your eyes, illuminating the room with a soft orange glow. The room itself was nothing special. Similar to yours it really only held the bed, desk and chair. The only noticeable difference was the widow facing due east, its curtains open allowing a view of the rain pittering against the window. 

Astarion had insisted on this room. You understood why now. He always wanted to start the day facing the rising sun. 

For a brief moment, you allowed the stillness of the moment to calm you, before turning your gaze to the man himself. 

Oh thank the Gods, he was still dressed. 

Astarion sat on the edge of the bed, in his most comfortable white ruffled shirt and black pants. Despite his casual appearance he still came off as nothing short of a prince awaiting his court. His lips were posed in a knowing smile as he regarded you, tilting his head to the side. The light of the candles caught his scarlet eyes, making them burn.

“Are you going to keep that open all night?” he asked. 

Blinking, you turned to see your hand was still on the door handle. A little too quickly, you shut it behind you. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, not knowing what else to say. 

“It’s quite alright,” he said, his tone only mildly teasing. 

You stood there awkwardly, not really knowing where to put your hands. How in the hells were you meant to start a conversation after everything he saw? You were a bard for Gods’ sake. Talking was supposed to be something you were good at. Still the silence lingered, becoming worse with every second. 

Astarion raised an eyebrow. “What are you still doing way over there?”

You shrugged, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise up your neck. “Is there somewhere else you want me?”

He gave you a playful smirk, offering his hand. “Come on. I’d promise not to bite, but…” He trailed off, widening his smile enough for his fangs to show. 

Of all things, it was that small flash of teeth which put you at ease. He was poking fun at you. Surely that was a good sign. 

Slowly, you walked toward him, taking his outstretched hand. He was cool to the touch. His fingers a mixture of manicured softness and well fought calluses, leaving your skin tingling in its wake. You centered in on sensation letting it the ground you back into the here and now. 

He guided you to sit next to him, never letting his touch slip from yours. 

“That was…quite a performance,” he said. 

You gave a half hearted smile. It was as good a place to start as any, but you couldn’t look at him, instead focusing on the way his hand intertwined with yours. It should have frightened you or at the very least made you suspicious, but it felt too good. You didn’t want to break the spell. 

“I wasn’t expecting it,” you said, honestly. 

He gave a hum of agreement. “I don’t think any of us were.”

His hand trailed further up your arm, allowing his thumb to brush against the scars on your wrist. 

A small shiver went through you. The scars on your neck had long since faded after the first night you let him feed on you. You’d made a point to only let him bite your wrist from that point onward. It was meant to hedge expectations. You’d thought a neck bite would make the act more charged than you intended. What a fool you were. Of course he’d find a way to make even the barest touch feel intimate.

“The melody alone…I’ve never heard its equal,” he continued. 

You nodded, unsure what to do with his praise. You couldn’t dismiss it as easily as before. He sounded too sincere. 

“Thank you,” you said, softly, “but I’m not sure how much credit I can take. It felt more like the song was playing me.” 

“That doesn’t surprise me. How else could you explain such radiance?”

You felt now was the time for you to say something clever, but any words that might have formed fell heavy on your tongue as he moved your wrist to his lips, pressing a kiss to the raised marks of your skin. Your heart began to pound. No doubt he could feel every racing beat of it. 

“Are you hungry?” you said, the words blurting out before you could stop them. 

He laughed, the vibrations running down the length of your arm. 

“Certainly,” he purred, turning his gaze to you. “But not for blood. I was hoping you’d let me indulge in some other parts of you.” 

Panic struck you then, turning in your stomach as your eyes widened. “Astarion…”

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he said. He still held your wrist delicately in his hand allowing the other to brush lightly against your cheek. 

Your breath shook and damn you to the hells if you knew exactly the cause. 

“I saw you,” he whispered. “I saw what it is you truly desire. It was beautiful, passionate…starving, and all for me.” He leaned it close, the warmth of his breath dancing against your lips. “Am I wrong?”

Your mouth became dry as sand, forcing you to swallow. “Not entirely.”

“Would it surprise you then, to know I want the same thing?”

The sudden urge to laugh rose within you. Gods was this really happening? “I rather doubt that.”

“Then allow me to show you.” 

Before you could say another word, he closed the small gap between you, pressing his lips to yours. 

It was…nice; really nice, if you were being honest. His hand cupped your cheek, as if it were made of the finest porcelain. There was a care to his touch you hadn’t expected, leaving the door open for you to pull away. The assurance was enough to make you want to stay. 

You’d always liked this part. In truth, you craved physical affection; holding hands, hugging, kissing, they had a way of making you feel so much closer to those you cared for. The trouble always came when people expected more.  

He pressed further into you, teasing your mouth to spark a reaction. 

You needed to pull away. If there was a time for you to stop, this was it. But, it did feel so good. Maybe you could indulge a little longer. It was just kissing. 

Your own hand reached out, lacing your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck. 

He hummed in approval, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. 

You let yourself get lost in him. It was easy to forget when he held you so reverently. For a moment you could convince yourself this was all there was. 

A slight shift in his body. His hands grasping you just a little tighter and next thing you knew you were on your back with Astarion hovering over you. 

His low moan poured into your mouth as he slotted himself between your legs and pressed his weight against you. 

Fear spiked within you, forcing the air from your lungs. Shit, this was happening.  

His lips left yours trailing kisses across your cheek to the underside of your jaw. 

“Just relax,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. You’re doing so well for me.” 

His lips met your neck and it was taking everything in your power to breathe normally. 

This wasn’t what you wanted, but it didn’t feel bad. Astarion was being so tender with you. Maybe, if you went through with it, things wouldn’t have to change. You could still flirt and tease. Hell maybe you could convince him to simply hold you now and again. All you’d have to do is let him have something for himself. It was more than a fair trade. Besides, he was experienced in this, certainly more than others you’d been with. You could do this for him. It’s not like you hadn’t done it before. 

His hands moved further down your body, teasing the edge of your shirt. 

The memory of that twisted melody came into your heart filling you with dread. The way you had been so willing to morph yourself into what somebody else wanted for the sake of not being alone. Wasn’t this supposed to be different? 

“Wait, stop,” you said, before you had time to question yourself. 

To your relief, Astarion didn’t hesitate pulling his hands away as if they just caught fire. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?” 

You shook your head, that familiar guilt twisting inside you at his concern. “No. You didn’t do anything, I just…” You swallowed. You weren’t going to cry.  Not now. Gods, you were such an idiot. “Could you…could you move off me? Please.” 

His brow furrowed, but he did not question you as he pulled himself away. 

Cool air rushed over you, pulling a sigh of relief from your lips. For a long time you just laid there, calming the rush of adrenaline pumping through your blood. It was over. It was all over.

With an effort, you pulled yourself up to a sitting position. Out of the corner of your eye Astarion watched you, his expression unreadable. You’d expect nothing less from him.  

“I’m sorry,” you managed. 

“I don’t need an apology,” he said, firmly, “but I would like an explanation.” 

Slowly, as if to keep from frightening an cornered animal, he turned his body to face yours, making a point to keep a respectable distance. He really wasn’t going to make this easier for you. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked. 

You shook your head fervently. “No. No, you were perfect. That’s rather the problem.”

His lips turned into a hard line, clearly unsure how to take your statement. His eyes then narrowed, leaning closer to more carefully examine your features. 

“You’re not cursed, are you?” he asked, suddenly. 

The question caught you off guard, forcing a laugh. “What?”

“You know, something something, any man who touches you below the belt is smited. That kind of thing.” 

You shook your head, baffled as to where this conversation was headed. “No.” 

He nodded, in consideration “Alright then, any diseases you neglected to inform me about?”

“No.”

“Hells, don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”

“Gods no!” you snapped, feeling your whole body go flush. 

“Then what is it? One second you were there and the next…” he trailed off, before forcing a deep breath. “Look, I’m not angry, but if there is something wrong, I’d prefer to know.” 

“Nothing is wrong,” you insisted. 

“So why the hesitation?” he pressed. “You find me desirable. I’ve made clear I find you desirable. We’ve been dancing around each other for weeks and even have a proper mattress for the occasion. The only conclusion I can come to is there’s something you’re not telling me.” 

You opened your mouth only to close it again, wracking your brain on how to start this.

To your shock, Astarion remained silent. It wasn’t the quiet entitled anger you had received in the past or even idle confusion. He looked like he truly wanted to know. 

You let out a long sigh. There was no getting around it now. 

“I do find you desirable,” you said. “The trouble is, physically speaking…I don’t really.”

He raised a doubtful eyebrow. “Is this your way of telling me you don’t think I’m pretty?”

You had to laugh, shaking your head. “Astarion, I promise, you are possibly the most beautiful man I’ve ever met. But that doesn’t factor into why I desire you.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“No,” you said plainly. “It never has. Not with anyone.”

He cocked his head, his eyes caught between his natural suspicion and genuine surprise. “Never?”

You shrugged. 

“Above such things are you?” he said, dryly. 

“It’s not as if I’ve taken a vow of chastity,” you snapped. “I’m not trying to achieve some arbitrary moral purity. I just never felt attracted to anyone in that way. I can look at someone and know objectively they’re beautiful or handsome or any number of other descriptors, but that need, that hunger so many people describe, it just never clicked.”

He continued to stare at you blankly before his mouth turned into a hard line. 

“So when I was kissing you, just now. You didn’t feel anything?”

“Not especially,” you said, a little guilty. “Don’t get me wrong, it was pleasant. I do like being close to you. It’s just the things kissing leads to I’m not a fan of.”

You didn’t know what to make of the look that shot across his face. He seemed lost, somewhere far away, before blinking back to the present. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” he asked. 

“I meant to,” you assured. “I should have. I just…sometimes forget I don’t need a reason to say no.” 

You took a breath, willing yourself to calm. 

“I’ve spent a lot of my life thinking some part of me was broken. That if I waited long enough or tried hard enough, I’d feel the things I’m supposed to feel. I’ve come to terms with the fact I never will. I’m not upset about it. It just means that what I want, what I desire from another person, it’s different than most.” 

He took that in, his red eyes peering deep into yours as if truly looking at you for the first time. 

“So, if it’s not my body you desire, what else could you possibly want?” 

You stared at him as his expression suddenly hardened. His whole body turned on edge as if waiting for you to cast the ending blow. 

“What?” he prompted, sharply. 

You shook your head. “You really don’t understand, do you?”

He gave you an incredulous look. 

Keeping your movements slow and obvious, leaned closer to him. You reached out, moving towards his hand. 

He didn’t pull away, but the guarded expression never faded. 

You took that as a good sign, allowing your hand to rest on top of his as you looked him straight in the eyes. 

“Astarion, when I say I desire you, I mean all of you,” you said, keeping your tone as clear and open so there could be no doubt of the truth of your words. “I want your attentions. I want your adoration. I want your petty jealousies and loud annoyances. I want your teasing. I want your promises and your secrets. I want nights filled with your laughter and mornings in your arms. I want to feel your heart in my chest. I want to know it beats for me. And in return, I want to give you mine. So no, I’m not especially interested in your body. But for the rest? I’m insatiable.”

He only stared at you. You supposed you should take it as a triumph. You’d found an effective way to shut him up at least; declare your overwhelming love for him.

“I know,” you said, softly. “It’s a lot. I’m a lot. But, you don’t have to worry. I don’t expect anything.”

“You don’t?”

You gave a self deprecating smile.“Despite all evidence to the contrary, I’m not an idiot. I know whatever…favor you gave me, it wasn’t real.”

“That’s not true,” he said quickly.

You gave him a doubtful look. 

He grimaced. “Alright, maybe some of it was, but–.”

“It’s fine,” you cut off. “I know what game I was playing. I’m just not very good at it.” 

You pulled your hand away, letting your eyes fall from his. Despite the coolness of his touch, somehow your hand felt even colder at the loss of it. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice unnaturally unsure of itself. 

You tried to smile. “Don’t be. I’ll get over it. I always do.”

Something in his eyes flicked in the firelight. His expression turned contemplative as he looked deeply into your eyes. 

“I rather doubt that,” he murmured.

A sharp pain buried its way into your chest at his words, not because they were cruel or came from a place of arrogance, but because they were undeniably true. 

You pushed yourself off the bed, forcing down the well of emotion threatening to burst from your eyes at any moment. 

“I should go,” you said. “Goodnight.” 

You made your way towards the door only to stop at the sound of your name. It was said so gently, like a desperate prayer. 

You didn’t reach for it, not this time.  It already burned too much. 

Without another word, you stepped out into the hallway, shutting the door behind you leaving nothing but dark and silence.

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[ourloveisforthelovely]

Sins

Regulus Black AU

Request:  i dnt rlly have a fleshed-out idea on this nasty request but what abt a smut fic on regulus but he's a priest. ik its insane but i thought of regulus black/paul atreides wearing the clerical collar thing and oh my god he looks so hot

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: Mature- smut, religious smut fic

AO3 Link

A/n: I left his open where I could possibly write future parts if there is any interest. 

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Everything that Regulus ever did was for a reason…at least that was what he told himself. Growing up as the second son in a home where he was obviously unwanted had led Regulus into thinking that nothing happened by chance. Everything was planned. Everything happened for a reason. Sometimes the reasons weren’t always 100% clear but a reason was, nonetheless, there.

That was what led Regulus to become a priest. It seemed completely illogical at first but after a few years, Regulus felt as if he had made the best choice for himself. He no longer dealt with his horrible parents. For once, he was part of something good. Regulus also, for the first time, felt as though he belonged.

It didn’t take long to get used to the “lifestyle.” In no time at all Regulus fit into the priesthood perfectly. He enjoyed the rigid schedule, the church's various affairs, and the need to feel wanted. Sometimes the feeling “wanted” part involved listening to people’s rather concerning sins they committed or lonely elderly widows who cared too much about their herd of cats. Regulus learned to push his once sarcastic and easily annoyed ways aside and learned to have more empathy for the poor widows. Sometimes as simple as “there there” was all the poor women needed.

All of that changed one Sunday during the month of May. It was a typical Sunday mass. A typical Sunday where Regulus sat listening to his superior read the day’s message. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as Regulus’ eyes scanned the congregation before him. Regulus had quickly learned who were regulars and who only turned up when they had done something and were in need of God’s forgiveness. For the most part, everyone seemed to be there…and then Regulus’ eyes landed on…you. The new face…The face that had been plaguing Regulus’ dreams for the past 2 weeks…the face that Regulus envisioned running his hands over before kissing the plump lips that had begged for his attention…the fact that he could throw away everything for.

Regulus quickly looked down at his lap before muttering a quick prayer for forgiveness. Human or not, he wasn’t supposed to look at a woman like this. He wasn’t supposed to think of a woman like this. Regulus had pledged his life for something greater. Now here he was acting like even more of a sinner than someone who slept with multiple women a week.

This isn’t supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to be lusting after a woman.

Regulus swallowed his thoughts before bravely looking up at you again.

Father, she is beautiful.

Regulus once again quickly chastised himself for that thought. While he was free to admire his father’s creations that didn’t mean he was supposed to be thinking about having you beneath him.

Until you turned up 2 weeks before, Regulus had always assumed that he was asexual. He had never had much of an interest in sex. In fact, it seemed repulsive to Regulus…then you showed up. You showed up with your parents in a soft light blue dress and bashed the sexual desire right into him.

You had come to visit your parents for a few weeks, from what Regulus had gathered. Your parents were what Regulus considered “A+ Catholics.” They were the type that showed up from whatever even the church had. Both husband and wife were kind, thoughtful, “normal” people. You were the daughter that moved to the US to become a ballerina. Now here you are causing Regulus internal chaos.

All of that led to Regulus’ current predicament…he stood hidden in the shadows watching you. You had come to drop off a box of clothing donations at your mother’s request and Regulus was the guy that had to talk to you.

Over the years, Regulus had learned to put his shy nature to the side and talk to people without much difficulty. That wasn’t the case today, however. Today, Regulus had no idea how to talk, how to think, or what to do. He knew that he would have to face you eventually but for the moment he was fine being in the shadows.

“How am I supposed to talk to the girl that is making me wake up with a raging hard-on? How am I supposed to not focus on her lips, her breasts, her hips…anything… Father, forgive me.”

Regulus silently thought before telling himself to get a grip. You were just a woman and soon enough you would probably be back on your way home. Regulus could forget these feelings…until the next visit. Hopefully, by then, Regulus could have better control of his mind.

Taking a breath, Regulus pushed himself out of the shadows and moved to where you stood.

“You must be Y/n.”

Regulus said in a smooth soft tone. You turned to face him with a kind smile.

“Yes, my mother asked me to drop these things off…father….”

“Black…my name is Regulus Black.”

You again gave him a smile. The young priest before you was definitely pleasing to look at. Pleasing wasn’t even a good enough word. He was downright breathtaking! You swallowed looking him over in hopes that he didn't catch you doing so. Everything about him was perfectly polished…from his perfect curls to his without a wrinkle uniform down to his perfect hands…

Fuck, he is too pretty to be a priest.

You didn’t take back that thought. This man could get any woman that he wanted yet here he was in a position where he couldn't actually do anything…damn shame. You should have been embarrassed or felt bad about these rather unholy thoughts but you weren't.

“Pleasure.”

You replied, keeping your eyes on his. Regulus was quiet a moment as he tried to think of something to say. Staring at your lips or your perfect legs wasn’t going to be helping him any.

“Is your grandmother well? Your mother had mentioned that she was off-color last week.”

Regulus asked. Asking about your grandmother seemed to be the safe option.

“She is feeling much better. Apparently it was a bit of a cold. Mother called me acting as if she was on death’s doorstep and ordered me to come home. Grandmother tends to do this a few times a year. I think she looks for a reason to get everyone in the house.”

A small smile played on Regulus’ lips.

“Your grandmother is amusing. So where are you visiting from again?”

“Las Vegas.”

You replied. Regulus nodded.

“That’s right. Your mother says that you are a ballerina.”

You slightly chuckled at that one. Your mother wished that you were a ballerina.

“Not exactly. That’s what my mother wants me to be. That was what got me to America but I didn’t stick with it. I’m a showgirl.”

Sweet merciful crap!

That was the only thought that Regulus could get through his mind. He couldn't even get a word out. You were a showgirl…probably half-naked at any given time…All Regulus could envision was you dressed in a skimpy bodysuit and high heels.

Father, help me.

“I perform in a casino on the strip. I’m not an exotic dancer or anything. I’m my mother’s disappointment.”

You replied as a soft blush came over your cheeks. Regulus quickly forced himself to start talking.

“No judgment, whatsoever…I’m my mother’s disappointment also so I understand.”

You seemed genuinely surprised with his reaction and Regulus had to congratulate himself on now totally blowing it.

“You’re the first that hasn’t said something judgmental about it. My parents are totally embarrassed.”

“Sometimes parents, even meaning well, don’t have all of the right answers or solutions.”

Regulus said, softly. You brushed a strand of hair from your face sending your sweet scent right in Regulus’ direction. It only took one breath for him to be love drunk from your scent alone.

“You are definitely right about that one.”

20 minutes later, the two of you were still quietly talking. Had the situation been different and he was actually “available” you had the feeling that you would have had the offer of a date…which you would have accepted. You liked Regulus already. Everything about him seemed “perfect.” It wasn’t only his looks but his soft voice and kind demeanor. He was shy…shy and decent.

A decent guy wasn’t something that you came across often. You were used to the kind of guy that made lewd comments to you on your body. Regulus, even though he was looking, didn't go that far. You knew a lot of his was probably because of what he was. He probably had no interest whatsoever. You were just the daughter of a member of the church.

And then it happened…neither Regulus nor yourself was sure who initiated it but the two of you were kissing. This kiss was different from any other kiss that you had shared with someone else. This kiss felt...forbidden, wrong, yet so right at the same time. You sighed as Regulus slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth.

Where did a priest learn to kiss like this?

You thought, savoring the moment until Regulus snapped back into reality and stepped away.

His face instantly went scarlet. Regulus was in an internal panic for a moment. He kissed you! He kissed you as a man was supposed to kiss his wife. Regulus kissed you and he was NEVER supposed to do that.

“I am so sorry…I don’t know what came over me.”

Regulus stammered. He wondered, for a moment, if he were dreaming. Would this be just another dream where you vanished not long after the kiss and he woke up aching?

When you didn’t vanish and he didn't wake up, Regulus knew that he was awake and he had, in fact, kissed you.

“I am in trouble.”

He thought before your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“It's okay…I mean, I’m not complaining. I’m only curious where you learned to kiss like that?”

Regulus shifted uncomfortable a few times before speaking again.

“I had kissed a few girls before I became a priest. Apparently I haven’t forgotten that skill. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Regulus said. You watched him with a small smile. Your eyes were gently fluttering between his face down to the obviously noticeable hard on in his black pants.

“You don’t seem to want to stop.”

You commented. Regulus closed his eyes before speaking.

“No, I don’t want to but I have a job…a promise I made…I have a purpose.”

Regulus was relived when you didn’t torture him any further. In fact, you seemed almost too understanding.

“As you, father. This has been interesting.”

You replied before moving to leave but was stopped the moment Regulus spun you around and pushed you against the wall. Soft hands locked around your wrists as he raised them above your head.

“Don’t go. You have been teasing me for the past two weeks. Don’t you realize how hard it is to say no?”

Regulus murmured against her lips. He had gone back in for a kiss but decided to savor the moment. From your sweet scent to feeling your body pressed against his, Regulus wanted to make this moment last as long as he possibly could.

“You don’t have to say no. I know you aren’t supposed to do this but what’s one little mess up? We all make them…priest or man on the street…everyone sins.”

You replied, watching the frown on Regulus’ face. He didn’t reply for a moment before standing back up straight. Glancing over his shoulder, Regulus made sure that no one was watching the two of you. He was thankful there was no one but knew that this needed to be taken someplace more “secluded.”

“Come with me.”

Regulus ordered before wrapping his hand around your wrist. He guided you to a quiet office off of the church sanctuary and locked the door as soon as you were inside. Once satisfied that the two of you were indeed alone, Regulus pulled your body back against his.

“You’re right, everyone messes up but I’m not supposed to mess up like this.”

You slipped your hand down to wrap back around his and pulled it up to your clothed breast. Regulus didn’t move at first but after you cleared your throat his hand tightened.

“Something tells me that you want this sin, Father.”

You commented, in a seductive tone. Regulus chuckled before continuing to grope your breast through your dress.

“I suppose that I do.”

He replied, giving you the initiative to continue. You stood on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. Kissing your way down his jawline to his neck, you stopped at the collar of his shirt.

“Shall we stop and forget this never happened?”

You asked. Regulus frantically shook his head.

“Don’t stop.”

He whimpered. You stroked one hand down his chest. Stopping at his belt buckle, your eyes rolled back to his, as if asking permission.

“Keep going.”

Regulus ordered, wondering where this sudden surge of bravery came from. Your hand went back to his shirt and gently undid each button. Regulus shrugged his shirt off as your arms wrapped around his neck. He closed his eyes and savored each kiss that you peppered down his chest.

Is this how a woman is supposed to really make a man feel? Is this really so forbidden?

Regulus thought. He could definitely get used to this. The feeling of your hot lips on his skin was indescribable. This was the best feeling that Regulus had ever had…physical attention…this was heaven!

Regulus’ eyes snapped open the moment that you stopped touching him. His mouth dropped when he realized that you were on your knees before him. Your eyes were locked on his face as you moved to cup his erection. When Regulus’ body pulsed under your touch, you couldn’t help the little smirk that formed on your face. It hadn’t taken long at all for your own desire to come roaring back. You sighed feeling the lewd thoughts come right back to your mind.

Damn, he feels huge!

It had been so long since you had actually slept with someone. You were as desperate as Regulus appeared to be for some physical affection. The wetness was starting to slip from your pussy and down your thighs

Regulus quickly reached down and unbuckled his belt. You weren’t moving fast enough for his growing desperation.

“Don’t stop.”

He said, softly. Regulus moved to kick his pants off leaving the only layer of clothing preventing you from getting your hot lips on him was his thin boxers. You didn’t wait a moment longer before pulling the hem of his boxers down and his cock sprang free.

He is huge!

You thought looking at the size of Regulus’ cock. Regulus groaned when you wrapped a hand around his shaft.

“I’ll make you feel good.”

You said in a lust-filled tone before wrapping your mouth around his cock. Regulus’ head fell backward as your tongue drifted over the head and down to the vein on the underside. What you were doing with that sweet yet sinful tongue of yours was enough to make him moan.

You wanted to take more of Regulus into your mouth but were stopped when Regulus reached down and gently pulled you back to your feet.

"Lust is one of the cardinal sins, and now you've made me lust for you. I have wanted you from the moment that you first stepped foot into this church. Now I’m taking what I want…and I don’t care what anyone says. Take your dress off, love.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. Regulus kept his eyes on you as you gently slid your pale pink dress off. The lust once again started flowing through him as the swells of your breasts came to light followed by your bare pussy.

She’s not wearing any knickers!

Regulus’ mouth dropped at that thought. Your bare pussy was one of the most beautiful sights that the young man had ever seen. Forget the immaculate cathedrals and Vatican City…nope, it was your naked body!

“May I touch you?”

Regulus asked. Forget the fact that you had just given him a blow job, he wanted to make damn sure that you wanted him before he even thought of touching you.

“You may.”

You replied, waiting only a moment before Regulus quickly stepped forward. His right hand reached up to cup your breast. His long fingers teased and tweaked your nipples before going back to greedily cupping the whole thing. You sighed enjoying each teasing motion until Regulus picked you up and placed you on the table to your left.

Regulus swallowed before going back in for another small kiss then moved down to your breast. Never in a million years did Regulus ever think that he would be sucking on a woman’s breasts IN THE CHURCH of all places yet here he was. His tongue traced over each dusty bud before gently nibbling. Your body jumped slightly as Regulus went back to suckling.

You had become aware of Regulus’ cock nudging your clit with each of his movements.

“Are you thinking of what you want me to do to you?”

Regulus asked, looking up from his place. Where his sudden surge of bravery and bedroom wisdom came from, he did not know but he was thankful for it.

You nodded, feeling the heat spread through your body. The thought of Regulus’ long, thick cock filling you up with no mercy made you ache even more. He would indeed stretch you and you longed for it. You longed for his cock stretching your tight cunt until you were made just for him. Every sinful thought made you wetter and wetter, and the warm ache was becoming insatiable.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

Regulus asked, his voice deepening.

“Yes, Father.”

You cooed, making Regulus tremble. He chuckled before running a single finger down your wet slit. Regulus swallowed as he watched your juices seep from your body. He gently spread your legs, biting his lip, as your soaking fold spread. Your clit was glistening in the warm lights of the room.

“You’re so wet. All of this from a little making out and a blow job?”

You could only nod a moment before recovering.

“Looking at you caused this too. You’re so handsome…and that body…enough to make me a whore in church.”

Regulus chuckled.

“I suppose that we have something in common”

Regulus moved to kneel between your legs. His gray eyes were now hyper-focused on your wet cunt.

“I want you to kiss me there.”

You said, hoping it sounded more like an order. Something told you that this was Regulus’ first time. As much as you wanted to be in control, you decided to let him call the shots. He deserved a good memory to think back on in the coming days. Regulus licked his lips before moving forward. He placed his tongue on your opening and licked teasingly up to your clit. You gasped under him wanting to buck your hips.

Regulus, meanwhile, was savoring the taste of your juices on his tongue. Moving to suck your clip into his mouth, Regulus slowly pushed two fingers inside. He didn’t want to but his mind went back to the porn that he had watched as a teen. Shamefully, he didn't find it at all appealing then but now…he tried to remember the moves the men in the film used on the women.

When you cried out and your ships bucked upward, Regulus knew that he was doing something right. It only took a few more licks and you were spamming. Your tight pussy clenched around his fingers. You cried out as an orgasm began to rip its way through you. Regulus quickly pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. He lapped up your juices as if he were a dying man that had found an oasis in a desert. Your pussy wouldn't stop convulsing as he lavished your body with more and more attention.

Moving to his feet, Regulus looked down at you with lust-filled gray eyes. His pupils were blown as he took his cock in one hand and rubbed it over your clit. You gave him a nod before spreading your legs wider.

“Please fuck me.”

Regulus waited a moment before gently shoving his entire cock inside in one thrust. The both of you moaned together at the delicious stretch and burn caused by his cock splitting you open. Regulus started to thrust inside, faster than before, making your breasts bounce each time. The sound of skin slapping together filled the room as Regulus moved to once again hold your hands over your head.

The two of you moaned and whispered little reassurances of just how good this felt. Each movement of his cock made your core ache.

“I’m close.”

Regulus moaned against your mouth. He knew that he wouldn’t last long. Never having sex before made him realize that he had no control over his orgasm. He would come inside of you a lot faster than he wanted to.

“Come, I need to come too.”

You gasped as Regulus’ thrusts began to get sloppy. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath as your orgasm tore through you. Your cunt began to spam around Regulus’ cock pushing him over the edge. His cock jerked before spurting rope after rope of thick cum deep into your pussy.

Neither of you moved for a moment. You were the first to make a move. Reaching up, you pulled Regulus back down for a lazy kiss. He smiled against your mouth, enjoying the feeling of his half-hard cock still being lodged in your body.

“That was amazing.”

You whispered. Regulus moved to say something but stopped suddenly when he heard someone calling his name. The two of you froze for a moment before quickly dressing. Regulus turned his attention back to you.

“Take the second door and take a right, that will get you out of here without anyone noticing.”

You nodded before quickly putting your shoes back on. Turning your attention back to Regulus, you stroked a finger down the bridge of his nose as the door handle began to turn.

“Thank you, Father.”

You whispered before rushing out of the room.

The next morning, you walked back into the church. You were hoping for another repeat of the previous day's events. Maybe this time, it could end with a little more cuddling and a lot less hurrying out.

Regulus looked up when you stepped into the sanctuary where he was quietly getting this ready for the next service. When he didn’t smile or let any emotion come across his face, your heart began to pound. Something about the look on his face made your heart pound.

“Y/n.”

He greeted you with a formal tone. It wasn’t the tone of the man that you had made love with the day before.

“Regulus…It's good to see you…I was wondering if you would…”

Regulus held a hand up.

“Yesterday shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake and I should have never given into that temptation.”

Regulus felt instantly guilty at the stunned expression on your face. He never wanted to hurt you but he felt as if he had to.

“You seemed to feel differently yesterday.”

You replied, feeling a surge of annoyance come through you.

“Yesterday I was tempted and gave into a sin that I promised to never commit. I’m sorry, Y/n but I have worked too hard to throw everything away for a showgirl. You must understand that I am a priest not some boy toy for you. Perhaps you should…”

You held a hand up.

“You’ve made your feelings clear.”

“Y/n…”

You didn’t wait to give Regulus a second to talk before turning and walking from the church without another word. Maybe you were foolish for hoping that something would come from this. You were foolish for thinking that maybe Regulus would be more than just a priest…maybe it could have been love? Would you ask Regulus to give everything up based on one day of passion-filled romance? No, but what if it could work out?

Not now….

You thought before disappearing down a busy street and out of sight.

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[scarfacemarston]

Yelena Belova Fluff Alphabet

Part 5. This can be read as x reader or with Kate Bishop. It can be viewed as queer platonic.I headcanon her as asexual as she is in the comics Prompt here. T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, and gifts?) She is a planner, but she is more of a loose planner. She’ll start with some things like calling in class/work and managing you to get a day off so you can sleep in if you want. She has already gone to the grocery store the night before to buy you your favorite treats and to make you your favorite meal if you choose not to go out. She has taken all your interests into account and has made an outline, but she doesn’t like things completely regimented. It’s more, “Do you want beignets or greasy plates of bacon?” “Do you want to relax on the beach or have a picnic?”. It’s your day. Gifts are the same; your interests matter to her.

U: Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?) She jumps to conclusions more than she should. Sometimes, she’s trying to be helpful by anticipating a situation, but not always. It can and has led to arguments. Less seriously, sometimes you find her gear and weapons in the oddest places in your home/Kate’s home.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Yelena is stunningly beautiful, but she is a total femme. She takes great stock in her appearance, picking out fashionable clothing and styling her hair and her makeup at peak perfection. However, she is also flexible --- and sometimes “lazy” enough to go completely casual. Never messy, though. Yelena knows she’s pretty. The program values it, and she agrees she’s beautiful, but she doesn’t obsess over it. Kate thinks she should use it to get them free drinks, but Yelena just rolls her eyes at the idea.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) She says she’s fine, really. She’s a former Black Widow. She’s fine. In actuality, while she would survive, she would feel the hole in her heart, whether friend, queerplatonic or more.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them) She loves watching cooking competition shows! Great British Bake Off, Halloween Bake Off, and Master Chef, to name a few. Cut Throat Kitchen is a particular favorite of hers. She loves how diabolical they get. Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Yelena used to sleep with her hand held up and handcuffed on her back like Dottie Underwood. She sleeps purely on her stomach now because she can, and it’s comfortable.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x kate bishop #yelena belova black widow #kate bishop x yelena belova #kate bishop

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader (The Sun Will Set) Book 1

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by natasharomanoffandroses

Y/n has finally got her life together. That is until her fiance disappears and their wedding starts to fall apart. However, there is someone who knows what's going on. But it's her ex-girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff.

Can Natasha and Y/n work together and still remain enemies forever?

Words: 6667, Chapters: 4/12, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Natasha Romanoff x Reader (The Sun Will Set) Book 2

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Black Widow (Movie 2021), Black Widow (Comics), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Avengers (Comics)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F

Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Pepper Potts, Jane Foster (Marvel), Kate Bishop, Noh-Varr (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Eleanor Bishop (Marvel), Alexei Romanov (Marvel), Melina Vostokoff

Relationships: Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) & Reader, Yelena Belova/Natasha Romanov/Reader, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop/Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov/Original Female Character(s), Natasha Romanov/You (Iron Man movies)

Additional Tags: Natasha Romanov Feels, Natasha Romanov Needs a Hug, Natasha Romanov Lives, Yelena Belova Needs a Hug, Yelena Belova Gets A Hug, Aromantic Yelena Belova, Asexual Yelena Belova, Hurt Yelena Belova, Mentioned Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug, Lesbian Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov Friendship, POV Wanda Maximoff, Hurt Wanda Maximoff, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Female Character, Kissing, Girls Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Making Out, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Romance, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Natasha Romanov Has Issues, Lesbian Sex, Sex, Oral Sex, Heartache, Heartbreaking, Mommy Kink, Strap-Ons

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[dartwright]

CHARACTER CHECKLIST - can be found here: [ x ]

Name: Blaine Dartwright / Locke Picard

Age: 26

Height: 5'11" - 180CM

Birthdate: October 11th

Gender: cis-male | cis-female | trans-male | trans-female | non-binary | agender |

Sexuality: homosexual | heterosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual |

Hairstyle: crew cut | pixie cut | bob | shoulder length | elbow length | hip length or longer

Hair Texture:  straight | straight-wavy | wavy | wavy-curled | curled | extra curled | ultimate curls

Hair Color: black | dark brown | brown | light brown | auburn | red | ginger | strawberry blonde | dirty blonde | blonde | platinum | gray | silver | white |

Eye Color: brown | hazel | amber | blue | green | gray |

Body Type: muscular | athletic | average | scrawny | curvy | fat | chubby |

Skin Tone: pale | fair | golden | beige | bronze | ebony |

Markings: scar(s) | tattoo(s) | piercing(s) | beauty mark(s) |

Posture: upright | neutral | slumped

Face Shape: round | oval | heart | square | long

Physical Needs: glasses or contacts | hearing aid(s) | braces or similar | wheelchair

Physical Conditions: lesion | partial or total paralysis | blindness | deafness | muteness | missing limb | terminal illness

Mental Conditions: depression | anxiety | autism | PTSD or ASD | psychopathy | sociopathy | personality disorder | panic disorder | OCD

Physical Health: dying | could be better | can’t complain | pretty good | immortal |

Mental Health: kill me | ugh | can’t complain | aww yeah | I AM INVINCIBLE |

Gestures: never | rarely | sometimes | often | wildly | animated like a toon |

Direct Family: mother(s) | father(s) | brother(s) | sister(s) | son(s) | daughter(s)

Relationship Status: single | in a relationship | its complicated | engaged | married | divorced | widowed

Pets: dog(s) | cat(s) | bird(s) | hamster(s) | turtle(s) | fish |

Social Class: very low | low | middle-low | middle | middle-high | high | very high | space race asshole

Education Level: less than high school | high school | college | masters | doctorate

Residence: dorm room | studio | loft | apartment | city house | suburb house | mansion or manor | penthouse | yacht | trailer |

Housemates: family member(s) | friend(s) | landlord or landlady | none |

Mode of Transportation: public transit | taxi | rideshare | hired driver | motorcycle | scooter | bicycle | car | camper |

Usual Outfit: formal | casual | lazy | sport casual | uniform |

Grooming: lazy | stylishly unkempt | average | prettied up | meticulous

Most Common Smile: sheepish | happy-go-lucky | arrogant | smirk | sadistic | in love | literally doesn’t smile |

Social Life: non-existent | limited | it’s there | active | constant

Preferred Drink: water | alcohol | juice | coffee | tea | carbonated drinks |

Preferred Food: sweets | meats | fruits | vegetables | carbohydrates

Preferred Sports: team sports | water sports | martial arts | athletics | gymnastics | mind sports | extreme sports

Preferred Environment: big city | small town | suburbs | arid desert | woods | rainforest | mountains | open fields | beach |

Strong Point: brute force | agility | stamina | intelligence | wisdom | charm

Weak Point: brute force | agility | stamina | intelligence | wisdom | charm

Perceptiveness: oblivious | dull | average | sharp | mind-reader

Speech: vulgar | basic | average | polite | educated | pretentious

Creativity: dull | conventional | average | unconventional | prodigy |

Best Intelligence: nature smart | music smart | numbers smart | people smart | self smart | picture smart | language smart | body smart

Inclination: arts | sciences | mathematics | humanities

Criminal Record: underage drinking | drunk driving | assault | arson | manslaughter | murder | attempted murder | protest or activism | false accusations | black mail | nothing that can be proven |

Moral Code: self-interest | utilitarianism | universal law | religious

Luck: witchcraft | stereotypically Irish | average | really? | historically Irish

Sense of Humor: constant | sassy | normal | can take a joke but can’t say one | slow but there | stick in the mud

Preferred Comedy: none | slapstick | absurdity | potentially offensive | stand-up | wordplay | cultured

Self-Discipline: what is that | noooooo | when they want to | decent | militant

Easily Embarrassed? shameless | pretty tolerant | average | sensitive | don’t even talk to them

Shows Affection: doesn’t | rarely | sometimes | often | at every chance

Likeability: non-existent | when they try | pretty okay | cool person | godlike

Irrational Phobias: bugs | wild animals | darkness | touch | birds | crowds | the ocean

Common Fears: buss | wild animals | darkness | death | untimely death | ridicule | isolation

Type of Drunk: happy | sad | risk-taker | angry | philosophical | doesn’t get drunk | doesn’t drink

Vices: smoking | drinking | self-harm | illicit drugs | prescription drugs | murder | torture |

Deadly Sin: pride | wrath | gluttony | greed | envy | sloth | lust

Heavenly Virtue: humility | patience | temperance | charity | kindness | diligence | chastity

Theme Color(s): black | brown | dark blue | light blue | dark green | light green | yellow | orange | red | pink | purple | white | gold | silver

Favorite Input: novels | textbooks | magazines | newspapers | TV shows | movies | sports channels | documentaries | radio | blogs | music |

Favorite Output: non-fiction | fiction | poetry | songwriting | drawing | painting | sculpture | crafts | photography | film | vlogging | sport | sleep |

Favorite Genre: comedy | romance | thriller | horror | mystery | science fiction | fantasy | contemporary | historical | literary | action or adventure | drama | tragedy

#[ ooc ] #[ dashboard meme ] #[ headcanon ] #self-harm mention // #drinking mention //

[your-midwestern-dad]

i don't always instantly fall in love with fictional characters, but when i do it's adorable blondes who could kick my ass

#asexual #ace #ace pride #lgbt #lgbtqia #gay #lesbian #bi #bisexual #yelena belova #yelena's vest #black widow #marvel #natasha romanoff #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect black widow #florence pugh #scarlett johansson #yelena belova x reader #yelena headcanons

[hjlkadsgsd]

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT YELEANA BELOVA BEING ASEXUAL A LOT MORE THAN WE DO AND WE SHOULD BE RESPECTING IT A FUCK TON MORE

#black widow #black widow movie #black widow 2021 #natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #yelena boleva #yelena x reader #yelena headcanons #asexual #asexual character #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel phase 4 #yelena boleva smut

[toasterdrake]

Blunt discussion of genitalia and sexual intimacy

lgbtqia+ controversy

(Before people come at me: I'm aroace.)

(I will be using she/her pronouns for Yelena.)

Some aro/acespec people have a problem with Yelena written romantically/sexually. Personally, I don't, but to each their own. If you don't approve of the content, then please just get yourself away from it/ignore it. It's your choice to consume content or not. Pick and choose what you like, support them, ignore what you don't.

I understand that ace/aro representation is important, really, I do, but this fanfiction here isn't invalidation of Yelena's queer identity. This little slice of the internet has the most loving and accepting people I've ever encountered. Worry about all this in canon. Attack the big money-eating corporations doing us dirty, not fan creators just trying to share their love for Yelena.

Even the people trying to police Yelena's queer identity seem to be misinformed, so I want to clarify some things as a member of the ace/arospec community and a fan of Yelena.

MCU Yelena is a different character in a different universe to comics Yelena. They are separate entities

Comics Yelena is the one canon confirmed as ace

MCU Yelena has no canon queer identity (that doesn't mean cishetero is until proven otherwise), but we can infer that she was assigned female at birth.

Neither Yelena has been canon confirmed as aro

Asexuality doesn't come hand-in-hand with aromance

Asexuality is defined as a lack of experiencing sexual attraction.

^ In other words, an ace person doesn't look at a stranger and think 'I want to fuck them'

Aces are still very capable of experiencing aesthetic attraction. (They can think a person is 'hot' without wanting to have sex with them. They're admiring the person's physical beauty without the desire to touch genitals.)

They also have libidos and can get aroused. Being ace doesn't mean someone can't or doesn't have sex.

Sex interest is completely separate to sexual attraction. (-favourable, -indifferent, -repulsed)

Every asexual experiences it differently.

Aromance is defined as a lack of experiencing romantic attraction.

^ In other words, an aro person doesn't look at a stranger and think 'I want to date them'

Aros can still have and want happy, loving, fulfilling romantic relationships. Or not.

Every aromantic experiences it differently.

An ace/aro can be any mishmash of labels under the sun, or simply exist as queer.

Asexuality and aromance are spectrums.

Asexuality and aromance can be umbrella labels for those spectrums.

Please do your own research!! I haven't said everything there is to say, and I don't speak for every ace/arospec person. I'm just one person who wants to clear the air about misconceptions.

If you see fanfiction you feel invalidates a character's identity, then don't read it. If you don't see the content you want, make it. That's fandom's purpose.

Please be polite and respectful of each other. I don't want arguments. Hate isn't necessary and only makes everyone's mood worse. I'm not here to take part in controversy, only to inform.

I know others have decided to stop writing (partially or fully) for Yelena, but I will not.

This is all I will say on this matter.

love,

- bi-rd ☕

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[bestialchorus]

Dating Yelena Belova would include:

-Her calling you beautiful in multiple languages while all her pet names for you are in Russian.

-Similar to her sister, forehead presses are one of the ways she shows affection.

-She’ll casually pass by you after an intense work out, nonchalantly making her way to the shower…but it isn’t nonchalant at all. In reality she watches for your reaction in the corner of her eye. She’s well aware of how her outfit shows off her body and loves playing coy when she catches you staring. 

-SHOPPING TRIPS- Yelena is a big believer in retail therapy ( spending time and money on you is also a major plus for her).

-Catching her working through the night whenever she’s monitoring missions that involve freeing a widow. She’ll often be surrounded by empty cans of coke or coffee cups. You try to stay up with her when you can, keeping her company.

-She loves cuddling, especially when you guys watch a tv show or movie together.

-When she trusts you she’ll start telling you stories from her childhood. You notice how her eyes light up whenever she talks about Natasha and how much fun they had together. 

-Fanny immediately taking a liking to you when you first meet. Yelena tells you what a good sign it is. 

-Her stopping whatever she’s doing to very visibly check you out and humorously responding “I have eyes, Y/N! how can I not!?” Whenever you call her out on it.

-Whenever she has a bad day she messages you ahead of time telling you “to get the alcohol ready”

-She proudly holds your hand in public or puts her arm around your waist when you guys walk together. If you ever get any weird looks she’ll vocally call the person out - either by roasting them or by complimenting you. (I.e “ MY GIRLFRIEND IS STUNNING ISN’T SHE? It makes sense for you to stare for so long, we really look good together.”

-Rooftop dates where you both stargaze with some good drinks, better food and of course fanny.

-You supporting her through bouts of guilt whenever she’s not able to “save” a widow.

-Helping her explore her new found freedom and all of the things she missed out on when growing up. Like taking her to an amusement park and her realizing how much she loves rollercoasters. 

-The kind of girlfriend who will send you memes or things that remind her of you.

-Her being the one to say “I love you” first. You catch the nerves in her voice but also the passion behind her eyes. 

-She’ll randomly drop off your coffee order and lunch when you’re at work and try to play it off as not a big deal.

-Being her “first” (at least genuine first) for a lot of things.

-Her loving to take pictures of you and having you as her phone background. 

#yelena belova #Black Widow #yelena hc #yelena x reader #yelena x female reader #wlw #marvel #natasha romanoff #something quick #still deciding if I wanna do a fic with her #this was written before i was aware that yelena was asexual #if anyone is uncomfortable with this set at all let me know and ill delete it #apologies for not having more foresight #i acknowledge first and foremost yelena is asexual

[natsfirecat]

Breaking Bread and Planning Invasions

summary: r is always happy to talk about ace memes

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem asexual!reader, Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop (platonic)

word count: 1.3k

warnings: drinking (yelena), mentions of sex and sexual attraction, yelena planning to invade a country (yes thats a warning), maybe like one swear word, lmk if i need to add any more!

"What about him?"

"Ew,"

"Her?"

She rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Enough of this."

Kate frowned, putting her phone back in her pocket.

"Why won't you just give any of them a try?" She asked in a whiny voice.

"Because I don't want to! I'm not interested in dating of any kind,"

Before Kate could say anything else, Yelena poured herself a shot. She really didn't want to listen to this anymore.

"Well why not?" Kate asked.

"My sister's girlfriend explains it really well," Yelena told her. "She's a bit of a nerd,"

"Didn't you say that we're going there tonight?"

"Exactly!"

-

So, as planned, Kate and Yelena were on your doorstep that night. You opened the door, welcoming your future sister-in-law and her friend.

"Natty, they're here!" You called your girlfriend.

As soon as the redhead you loved and adored made her way to the front room, she wrapped an arm around your waist as she waved to them.

"Natasha, Y/N," Yelena began. "This is Kate Bishop, my new roommate. Kate Bishop, this is my sister and her girlfriend,"

You smiled, leaning into Natasha's side.

"Nice to meet you, Kate!" You said.

"You too!"

The arrangement for tonight was that Natasha and Yelena would attempt to make dinner together, and she decided to bring Kate along so everyone could meet.

So now, the two sisters started heading for the other room. Kate saw this as the perfect opportunity to ask about what Yelena was talking about earlier, so she made her way over to you.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi,"

"So, Yelena said you explain really well why she's not into dating? We were talking about it earlier, and it'd be interesting to learn stuff!"

You smiled, nodding.

"Yeah, of course. So, have you ever heard of asexuality?"

Kate shook her head no, prompting you to chuckle.

"You're in for a night, be right back!"

Before she knew it, you were already running upstairs to get your laptop.

"Where are you going?" She called.

"To show you a slideshow presentation I made a few years ago about asexuality!"

Kate stared at the space you were once standing, a little bit confused. She looked to the kitchen, where Natasha had an eyebrow raised while Yelena was laughing her ass off.

"Oh Kate Bishop, I told you she was a nerd. Prepare yourself, that's all I have to say."

-

Just as you pulled up presentation and had it ready to go, your thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of screaming and Russian swearing.

You were at the bottom of the steps, so you quickly set your laptop to the side before running to the kitchen to see what was wrong.

If you were being honest, it really wasn't surprising to see an actual fire in the kitchen. You knew you shouldn't have left them in there unsupervised.

Luckily, Kate found a fire extinguisher in the midst of the arguing and came running.

Unfortunately for Natasha, she got caught in the middle and was now covered.

Yelena had to hold in laughter at the sight of her sister, while you and Kate were both staring with your jaws dropped.

You stood in the center of the kitchen, shifting your gaze between everyone.

"Natty," you said in a soft voice to your girlfriend. "You should go shower and clean up, I'll take care of dinner,"

She wanted so badly to attack her sister in this moment, but she held herself together for you and Kate.

As she began making her way upstairs, you turned to Kate and Yelena.

"Alright, you two are helping me. Kate, you wanted to learn about asexuality? Let's start by making the most iconic food that for some reason all aces love; garlic bread."

"Garlic bread is amazing," she muttered.

"And it's one of the many things beloved by the ace community," you told her, already getting the stuff out.

"So what exactly is asexuality?" She asked as she started washing her hands.

"Little to no sexual attraction; so basically when we see someone, there's not that feeling of wanting to do things with them sexually. Of course, we can find people attractive, but it's not the same," you explained. "It's like the same way you might find a sunset nice to look at. People can be nice to look at too! But there's no sexual desires from seeing them,"

"Alright," she said, nodding in understanding. "So you're asexual then? And Yelena is too?"

"Yep!" You replied, preparing the bread. Yelena nodded as well.

"But that still doesn't explain why Yelena doesn't want to date. 'Cause you're dating Natasha,"

You took a deep breath in, turning to face her.

"So there's different types of attraction, sexual and romantic among them. If you don't feel sexual attraction, you're asexual and if you don't feel romantic attraction then you're aromantic. you told her.

Yelena then stood next to you, a proud smile on her face.

"And that would be me," she said to her roommate.

"Okay, cool," Kate replied, finally putting the pieces together. "But what does that have to do with garlic bread?"

It took a lot to keep yourself from laughing, but you managed to do it.

"It started with cake," you explained. "People would say cake is better than sex, so it became a joke among the asexual community that we all loved cake. Then people started replacing it with garlic bread,"

"I was never made aware of this," Yelena said, her face falling.

"Well, I mean, do you follow ace meme pages? Do you even know about the Denmark invasion?"

Now, both Kate and Yelena were staring at you wide eyed.

"What invasion?"

You smirked; this was going to be interesting.

-

An hour later, Natasha had finally come out of the shower. As soon as she got dressed with her hair still wet, she immediately smelled the garlic in the air.

Soon enough, she came walking back down the steps.

"Why the fuck," she began, startling all of you. "Is there so much garlic bread?"

The three of you were back in the living room, surrounded by plates of pull-apart cheesy garlic bread as Yelena pointed to the whiteboard Natasha didn't even know she had.

"So, I will enter here and you will wait for my signal," the blonde assassin stated in a serious voice.

Natasha walked over to you, sitting down next to you.

"What's going on?" She whispered, almost concerned.

"Do you remember when I showed you that meme about invading Denmark, and how it was an ace thing?"

She nodded,

"I was talking to them about it while making dinner, and Yelena seems to be taking it very seriously,"

Natasha stood up, looking her sister in the eye.

"Yelena, you're not actually planning on invading a country, right?"

"Of course I am! Asexuals are 1% of the population, so that's 75 million. The Danish forces are 92,000 so we can easily overpower them. We will be creating the first asexual state free of hypersexualization,"

Natasha raised an eyebrow, looking back at you.

"The time is now!" Yelena said. "We must rise up. Kate and Natasha, you are safe but I cannot say the same for the others,"

"Someone needs to stop her," Natasha whispered to you.

"I wanna see what happens though,"

Your girlfriend sighed, making her way over to Yelena.

"Come on, that's enough, let's go,"

"Noooo!" She shouted, inching her way back to the whiteboard with her plan of invasion.

"Yep, come along,"

Kate wasn't quite sure what to say as she witnessed them fighting yet again.

"Save me some bread!" Natasha yelled to you as she started twisting her sister's arms behind her back.

"Will do!"

Kate raised her eyebrows.

"Is it always like this with them?"

"Yeah,"

You smiled at the sight though,

"And I wouldn't have it any other way."

-

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#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x asexual!reader #natasha romanoff x asexual reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagines #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x fem reader #black widow x fem!reader #black widow x asexual!reader #black widow x asexual reader #yelena belova #yelena belova asexual #yelena belova x platonic reader #yelena belova x platonic!reader #kate bishop x platonic reader #natalia alianovna romanova

[disasterofastory]

Tony x asexual reader

Reader is asexual (feels romantic but not sexual attraction)

She has the ability to control nature. And has been part of the avengers for a two years now and has recently gotten with tony

Reader is out to everyone that’s why she got along with yelena cause they are both asexual. (Some best friend moments)

So when tony announces you two are finally in a relationship Theres A lot of hate saying (why is he with her.. She won’t put out and he always needs sex) and you start focusing on everything else and tiring yourself out and tony and your eventually talk out out and cuddle and kiss and it’s just a bunch of fluff

You are the one

Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: the media is cruel, a bit of sadness, but Tony is here to make the day better

You sit in the living room with a bunch of magazines all around you. You can see your face on them with bright-colored titles and snarky comments. Your stomach churns as you look all over them, frowning.

“You shouldn’t care about them,” Yelena’s voice breaks the tense silence behind you.

The blond woman makes her way further into the living room, leaning against the backrest of the couch to look down at you and the magazines.

“How could I not?” You ask, lifting one of the papers as proof.

“Just don’t read them,” she shrugs, looking down at the floor. “Before the whole Tower will be full of plants,” she adds.

Following her gaze, you look around the room with plants all around. You can’t even see where they come from anymore. They move and vibrate as you lose control over your feelings and power.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

You joined the Avengers two years ago when Yelena got in contact with Natasha again. The Black Widow introduced you to the team, and somehow, you stayed. Wanda trained you how to control your powers over nature. You found out about your ability to change the weather, shake the ground, and manipulate the living creatures when you were a child. For a while, you wanted to hide it, keep it a secret, and you couldn’t accept it fully until you met the world's mightiest superheroes.

Since then, you use your powers to help others.

“Don’t be,” Yelena replies. “Just talk to Tony.”

“I should, shouldn’t I?” You hum uncertainly, looking down at the papers once again.

“You definitely should.” A new voice answers instead of Yelena, making you jump and snap your head up to the entrance of the living room.

Tony stands there with folded arms in front of his chest.

“I leave you to it,” Your best friend says, squeezing your shoulders supportingly before making her way out while Tony sits down beside you.

He gathers the newspapers, watching them for a second before dropping them on the coffee table, far away from you.

“So,” he starts. “Do you want to talk?”

You got closer to Tony when he helped you with your powers. While you found it helpful, he found it amusing. He denies it, but you are sure he looked at you as an experiment at first. Your relationship built slowly, and before you knew it, you were in love with the man who was known as a genius playboy.

“I don’t even know what to say,” you admit.

“Well, you could start with the reason you read them?”

You shrug, still avoiding his gaze.

“Y/N.”

“Because what if they are right?” You snap, looking at him for the first time since he sat down.

Tony knew about your asexuality when he asked you out on your first date. And the second. And third. He accepted you from the beginning, not forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do. You didn’t even think about it until the world found out about you and Ironman.

“How could they be right?” He scoffs, and you glance at the table with the newspapers.

“The playboy can live in a relationship without sex?”

“Tony will break Y/N’s heart?”

You feel almost ashamed because of your answer. You know you are not the person who usually cares for others’ opinions about you or your life. But here you are now, stressing over the news for weeks now.

When you don’t know what to say, you shrug.

Tony watches you for a second. It pains him to see you so sad over some mean comments about your relationship. It’s none of their business, and he will make sure later that they know it too.

“Come here,” he says, opening his arm to let you snuggle closer to him.

He smells like cologne and the lab every time you visit him while he works. It feels familiar and comforting.

“You know they don’t know what they are talking about, right?” He asks after a while, caressing your arm the whole time. Slowly, you relax against him, just calming down and enjoying his embrace.

“I know,” you sigh after a while. “It just got into my head…”

“We should go to the lake house,” he offers. “Far away from everything. Just you and me.”

“It sounds good,” you agree, already seeing the small house next to the lake with ducks in it. You love that place when everything seems to get too much, and you just want to run away for a while.

“Then we will go,” he nods, holding you closer. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you reply, hugging him.

“They don’t know about you and me… not really. But I do. I know it will work because you are smart and funny and beautiful, and every damn time I am around you, I feel happy and calm.”

His words make your heart beat faster in your chest. You can’t help but smile into his shirt.

“I feel the same way,” you say.

“And it’s surprising since I always annoy you,” he replies cheekily, making you laugh for a moment.

Yeah, that’s true. Tony is fascinated with your abilities and always wants a rise out of you to see them.

“You are the one, Y/N,” Tony says at the end. “I don’t care what the others have to say about it.”

#tony stark x y/n #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine

[scarfacemarston]

Yelena Belova Fluff Alphabet

Part 3. This can be read as x reader or with Kate Bishop. It can be viewed as queer platonic.I headcanon her as asexual as she is in the comics Prompt

L: Little Ones (How are they with kids?) Yelena wasn’t sure about kids outside of the Black Widow program as she wasn’t really around them too often, but her heart always hurt for them. Outside of the program, she’s quite decent with kids! She’s playful when she wants to be and is hilarious.  She’s sweet and would enjoy playing with them, but she has no desire to have children. Now, a bunch of puppies and or kittens? Hell yeah.

M: Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?) She prefers nights. She hates getting up in the morning. It was one thing when you were four, but at 26? No. Not if she doesn’t have to. If she does get up that early? It’s a labor of love. Luckily she doesn’t expect Kate to be up early in the morning, either. She prefers it to be a slow morning where she wakes up anywhere between 9-10, even 11 on her laziest relaxed days. She’ll wake up snuggled with her pillow or sometimes her partner, laying in bed as long as she can. She’ll nurse a hot cup of coffee and munch on either sugary cereal or last night’s leftovers. Sometimes, she’ll make eggs and toast or polenta, but cooking in the morning is not her favorite thing. She is not the most talkative in the morning. Once the caffeine hits her bloodstream, she’s more her peppy self. 

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?) Her job often requires her to work late. Sometimes, she’s wound up after her mission and will want to go out to do something fun or will find a way to decompress with a shower. She’s fine going out at night but also having a relaxing night. It also depends on your/Kate’s day. She loves eating casseroles and watching game shows or maybe enjoying wine and a cozy game. Sometimes it’s painting her nails and watching you play a game, or even just quietly cuddling. She usually goes to bed around 11. 

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) It takes you a while before you realize you don't know anything about her.  You know she’s foreign from her accent. You figure out things from her habits like sriracha and mac n cheese or her favorite beer, but her past? Nothing. She prefers to keep it that way. She will eventually let you in, but it will take a lot of patience on your part for her to reveal things about her throughout your time together.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x kate bishop #yelena belova black widow #kate bishop x yelena belova

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Why do Roses Wilt?)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PyQJawg

by natasharomanoffandroses

Natasha x YN (female reader) Falling in love at University... the classic love story. But, what if she was a girl? What if her parents were homophobic? What if she struggled with her mental health? What story would that cause?

Words: 4350, Chapters: 2/13, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Black Widow (Movie 2021), Black Widow (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Wanda Maximoff, Gwen Stacy, Jane Foster (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Ivan | Natasha Romanov's Father (Avengers Endgame)

Relationships: Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) & Reader, Yelena Belova/Natasha Romanov/Reader, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov, Natasha Romanov/You (Iron Man movies), Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov/Reader, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov & Reader, Kate Bishop & Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop/Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Additional Tags: Natasha Romanov Feels, Natasha Romanov Needs a Hug, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Natasha Romanov Has Issues, Dom Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova Needs a Hug, Sweet Yelena Belova, Yelena Belova Gets A Hug, Protective Yelena Belova, Hurt Yelena Belova, Asexual Yelena Belova, Aromantic Asexual Yelena Belova, Yelena Belova Feels, Soft Yelena Belova, Aromantic Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug, Hurt Wanda Maximoff, Awesome Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Protective Wanda Maximoff, Lesbian Wanda Maximoff, LGBTQ Themes, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Female Character, Kissing, Girls Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Making Out, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Romance, Romantic Fluff, Heartache, Heartbreaking, Self-Harm, Suicide Notes, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mental Health Issues, Mental Health Awareness Writing Challenge

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PyQJawg

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

[usernamesuggestionsarefunny]

I am just going to straight up say it...

Warning, long rant ahead.

The whining about “people” shipping Bucky and Yelena instead of Bucky and Sarah started the minute one, a single soul, literally ONE person posted that they would like to see Bucky and Yelena together (Not even romantically, but as friends). 

ONE. 

“Too many people shipping it” my ass. It is like everyone was salty already, waiting for the first ever person to ship it in order to complain about it. I know, I was there when the first few posts were tagged with the ship.

I don´t know about other sites, but at least on tumblr? No one who ships Bucky and Yelena has said anything outrageous against Bucky and Sarah, but we still get called racist, acephobic and what-not in the comments for shipping something different just because Yelena is asexual in the comics. As if that matters in the MCU, as if the movieverse even pretended to respect the comics, as if canon sexual orientation had ever mattered when it comes to people´s shipping preferences, as if people were somehow forbidden or banned from having her as their asexual icon or writing her as aromantic and asexual in fanfictions just because a few other fans do, in fact, ship her. 

There are more than 200 works on ao3 filtered as Bucky x Sarah.

Bucky and Yelena? They have 17. I swear, by the way some Sarah x Bucky shippers talk about Bucky and Yelena you would think their shippers have become a plague, or that we are everywhere, when in fact: Bucklena is not even a thing in fandom and will never canon, as opposed to Bucky x Sarah, which pretty much is. Bucky x Yelena is a literal crackship, it is not a threat to either Sarah x Bucky shippers or Yelena´s canon sexual orientation in the comics.

“They haven´t even met, how can those stupid people ship them? They obviously just picked the first white woman to come to the MCU!!!” I have read, or: “You shouldn´t ship it because whites have everything!!”

“There are very few aro/ace characters, you literal MONSTER!!!” Says the one who gives the Yelena/reader whateverthehell kink smut fics a free pass.

 “Let us have this!” A few others cry.

 Have what? The shippers you are talking about can´t hand you over anything because the characters are not theirs any more than they are yours. You do, indeed, “have” them already. Enjoy. 

Most fans don´t work at Marvel, so it is not their job to ship (Or even avoid shipping) whatever you personally enjoy or makes you feel comfortable. It is not even their job to have diverse ships and/or characters. That should, in theory, be Disney´s job. 

 Also, stop pretending the only reason a small minority of the fandom ships Bucky x Yelena is because of her race. I am sure that might sadly be the case for some people, but it is clear as day most Bucky x Yelena shippers are just salty they never got Buckynat, which I think is a good enough reason to ship Bucky and Yelena, as good as any other. I read someone say this is “disrespectful” to Nat, or that we are trying to replace her, which is dumb, so freaking dumb. I mean, don´t lie, how many people started shipping Sambucky, or Winter13, or SamxSharon only after Steve left?

 Is that “diisrrespectfuulll :´(” to poor baby Steve as well? Or is the whole being “disrespectful” thing just an excuse?

Like, you don´t need to make up excuses or rant about how “problematic” that ridiculously small non-canon pairing you dislike is. "I like x character single", “I don´t like this ship” or "I prefer this other one" are literally the only reasons you need not to ship something.

I never shipped Buckynat though. Some others simply fell in love with Yelena´s character as soon as we finished watching Black Widow and immediately thought of Bucky cause we like him as well or think it would be hilarious to watch them work together considering their different personalities (Some people pair their favorite characters by default regardless of their canon sexualities or lack of screentime together, SHOCKING!!), and it doesn´t take a genius to figure out Bucky and Yelena have similar backstories (Brainwashed into being assasins, abused, lost people who were incredibly important to them in endagme, blah, blah, yada, yada). 

Is this “having stuff in common” reason for shipping superficial and basic? Sure, like 99% of crackships. Sue me, guilty as charged. 

Not enough for you to ship it or even “get” it? Hey, that is totally valid! 

Do I believe the people who say they don´t understand how anyone could ship it unless they are racist or hate asexual people? Hell no! The moment two characters share similar backstories in ANY fandom, a few people are inevitably going to notice, and some are going to start shipping regardless of whether the characters have ever met or are going to meet.

Admit it, it is not “puzzling”, it is not new or strange that people are shipping it. This fandom is not lacking in crackships. Loki and Bucky have been shipped. Steve and Loki have been shipped. Nat and Sharon, who don´t share screentime, have been shipped. Caphill and Falconhill: shipped with little to no screentime. Sam was shipped with Riley after only one mention. Peter and Shuri have been shipped without sharing any screentime, just like Bucky and Yelena, precisely because of stuff they have in common, and as I said, the haters began hating Bucky x Yelena almost the moment the pairing was born: I am pretty sure it is because they saw the similarities between the characters before or at the same time the shippers did and it made them feel threatened, so forgive me if I don´t believe the people who say it is the most random pairing ever.

Don´t get me wrong, Bucky and Sarah are definitely a thing. They were flirting, they had cute moments together, it is super obvious Bucky was trying to impress her, etc. I agree that the people who say they have no chemistry or that Bucky was remembering Steve´s mother or trying to make Sam jealous by flirting with his sister are all full of shit. He became 40s! Bucky whenever he was around Sarah, it is obvious he has a huge crush on her and viceversa.

I respect Bucky and Sarah as the canon ship, or most likely to become canon. I hope Marvel makes Yelena's asexuality explicit as well in the MCU, that they don´t pair her up with anyone, but fandom shipping and fanfiction are quite another thing. This is a hobbie, no one in the fandom owes anyone anything, no one has to ship or avoid shipping anything.

#anti buckysarah #anti bucky x sarah #not really #bucky x yelena #yelena x bucky #yelena belova #Bucky Barnes #anti culture #antis #mcu #mcu ships #not tagging bucky x sarah because I don't want to disturb your tag with stuff that isn't about them #long #mcu fandom #bucklena