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Stars of Lovingness
(The Tale of an Unlikely Au Pair) 
for @femqueenweek
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cratlord · 11 months
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Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Once Upon a Time (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Evil Queen | Regina Mills, Henry Mills (Once Upon a Time), Emma Swan, Original Characters, Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Snow White | Mary Margaret Blanchard, Wishverse Regina's Father | Henry Mills Sr. Additional Tags: Violence, Past Violence, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Slow Build, Dead People, Immortality, Lots of time jumps Summary:
Things did not get better for Bucky Barnes after he and Sam had their adventure. They got worse. After years of living only through stolen moments of his own life, he is given a chance to build a life in a whole new world. The catch? That life is going to be a very, very long one. This is the tale of the life built in the Realm that will one day be known as Misthaven, or the Enchanted Forest.
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trans-asian-daddy · 8 months
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More people need to be pathetically and desperately horny for transmasc doms. I see you subs running your horny, filthy mouths about getting fucked by cis men. Now I want those mouths begging for me.
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vaguely-concerned · 4 days
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So much of Garak as a person starts to make sense once you know his childhood was a fucking gothic novel. His main playground was a graveyard and he'd play pretend by perfoming improv eulogies to an imagined audience. For a long time his main touchstone for most important figures from recent history is 'oh yeah I know about that guy my dad buried him. great flower arrangements for that one'. He finds out later his 'parents' are actually a brother and sister who had to get married to avoid the utter shame and social devastation of having a child born out of wedlock, and they live in the basement of his biological father's house. (the madwoman in the attic vs. the tiny elim in the basement.) His biological father calls himself his uncle and locks him in a closet whenever he fails to live up to his insane and unpredictable expectations and everyone just has to act like that's normal and expected, and his will hangs over everything at all times, unseen but always felt keener than anything else. The father who actually raised him grows the world's most beautiful (and as it turns out, most poisonous) orchids and keeps the mask of a god hidden in a box in his work shed. Everyone in the house is choking down secrets like it's the only air they know how to breathe anymore.
What I'm saying is that right from the get-go this guy never had the faintest shot at turning out normal, so I'm glad that by middle age he's found a way to get a bit silly with it as he continues to be deeply deeply not normal about anything ever <3
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acepalindrome · 7 months
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Ace spectrum Astarion is so so good. I just love him getting to redefine his whole relationship with sex and have the freedom to discover what he actually wants, and deciding that he only wants it occasionally, or only in certain circumstances, or maybe not at all, and that it’s okay! It’s fine! He’s under no obligation to continue being the hypersexual figure he was forced to present himself as!
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thranduel · 7 months
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some thoughts about astarion because i'm tired of the internet reducing him to one thing
when bg3 came out in early access, astarion was always seen as the extremely flirty, confident guy who enjoyed sex (or so we thought) and spoke about it like it was his favourite thing. he was also kinda marketed as the “sexy vampire”, so you can understand why many people saw him that way based on the little amount of content we had. even while playing act 1 and act 2, many players still might think of him like that because he does have a very charismatic personality and he asks to sleep with you very early on, so it just automatically makes you think he’s genuinely happy doing that and being totally serious.
BUT!!!!!!! we end up finding out later on that’s NOT the case and it was all part of a plan to seduce us in order for him to gain protection. he opens up about his past and his trauma and how he was forced to use his body to lure people back to cazador. he struggles with intimacy and relationships in general because of this. that’s why i really hope that people stop reducing him to “hot sexy vampire that loves flirting and having sex with everyone” when that is not who he is, he’s literally traumatised because of sex due to being forced into it and he’s slowly trying to heal. he’s also so much more than just “the hot vampire”, ya know? if you actually put in the effort to get to know him, you will see who he truly is underneath and he has many loveable traits to appreciate.
you may not see the “soft” side of him very often because he hides it, but it’s there!! one thing i noticed that really stood out to me was that when i gave food to an orphan in act 3 and he approved. back when you first met him, he probably would’ve done the opposite or had no reaction at all. i also saw a clip of someone trying to romance karlach and astarion and he literally told tav to choose karlach over him because he can see that karlach loves her. he said normally an arrangement would work for him but after everything karlach has been through, he doesn’t want to get in the way or see her hurt. letting tav go is also hard for him as well but he still thought about someone else. he could’ve whined or been possessive or jealous but he didn’t do that at all. where are all those people who reduce astarion to “the guy that flirts and sleeps with everyone” now? seriously. that’s not what he does, and when he was forced into it by cazador, he was trying to survive, he didn’t do it for his own pleasure. it’s not a “hot” personality trait of his, it’s literally trauma. and because he did it so much, he got used to it, and that resulted in him disassociating and feeling empty.
apparently if you ask him to join you and sleep with the drows at the brothel (something i will never make him do in my playthroughs), he only says yes because he struggles to say no. but he disassociates. and if you’re in a high approval relationship with him and he loves you, he will feel safe enough to express his feelings and say he’s not comfortable. this happens before you fight cazador. i’m not sure if he gives the same response after, but either way, if he joins in, he will always disassociate and it’s not something he wants to do despite what he may say.
that being said, it’s obviously still okay to appreciate his beauty and attractiveness, because he is very beautiful. he appreciates it and even likes being called beautiful. calling him “hot” and “sexy” isn’t a bad thing either, we know he can be and i'm sure he knows it too! it’s just annoying when people act like that’s ALL he is and they don’t even mention anything else about his character. the love scenes are beautifully done too (i personally prefer the second one after you’ve stopped him from doing the ritual, because that’s the one where he decided he truly wanted it and felt safe and comfortable because he genuinely loves you), and i actually would’ve been fine if they didn’t have any scenes like that at all because it’s totally understandable and valid if he didn’t feel comfortable, but i just hope that people don’t take things too far and over-sexualise him just because of how he appeared to be in the first half of the game and the way he’s often marketed on social media. and yes i know he’s fictional and nothing on the internet is going to hurt his feelings!!!! it’s more about the fact that he canonically has sexual trauma and many people still say really disturbing stuff even AFTER they find out about that, and it just makes me uncomfortable to think that people are okay with treating someone like a sexual object especially when they've said they're traumatised and it makes them uncomfortable. idk if this makes sense 😭
but yeah he doesn't want to flirt and sleep with everyone as i've seen people claim. and if in an alternate universe he did, and he did it on his OWN terms, and the other people he had relationships with enjoyed it too, then good for them! absolutely nothing wrong with that if there's consent, respect and honesty. however, that's not the case with what happened with astarion, because 1. he was forced into using his body WHEN HE DID NOT WANT TO and 2. he misled people and lured them to a miserable fate. it's so horrible and devastating for everyone involved. sex was never something fun for him, and it certainly isn't a "personality trait" of his. it was a survival tactic. he was forced to. he didn’t want to.
obviously when he becomes more comfortable, then it's totally understandable to get excited when he flirts and shows physical affection. he can be so charming, funny, sweet and romantic and i love that. it’s so beautiful to see him heal, genuinely find comfort in someone for the first time and experience intimacy that he feels ready and comfortable for. he deserves to love and be loved on his own terms instead of being forced. but again, he is so much more than the guy we were introduced to at the beginning. the internet just sees one thing and sticks with it but i really hope people start to actually appreciate him for who he is and the complexity of his character.
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aaaaand i just had to leave this here <3
#astarion#baldur’s gate 3#bg3#sorry for rambling i’ve just been very emotional about him recently 😭#also i hope people remember that even if he NEVER EVER wanted to have sex again he is 100% valid#he does not have to change or force himself to feel a certain way#especially after everything he’s been through#and if you think he does then you’re gross. he doesn’t owe anyone ANYTHING#anyways#when he kept apologising for not sleeping with tav i wanted to cry#there is literally a scene where if you tell him halsin is interested in you he says it’s ok to go to him#but then he gets concerned and asks if it’s because he hasn’t slept with you for a while#and i wanted to cry#he should NEVER have to feel guilty for that#honestly the only reason why i think he might eventually feel comfortable with sex again is because ->#in act 3 after his genuine love confession after you help him defeat cazador he initiates it himself#and it feels like it’s something he truly wants after developing a strong emotional bond with someone for the first time#and i think that’s really beautiful that he chose to do it on his own terms when he felt ready#but also#for a while i wasn’t sure if he was repulsed and uncomfortable by sex in general and hated it entirely#or if he only feels comfortable after he develops a strong emotional bond#the only reason i think the second one now is because of what happened in act 3#but regardless whatever it is i just want him to feel safe and comfortable and happy#my posts
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canisalbus · 5 months
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Is that canon!?! Was Machete just really naive/didn't really understand the implications of his relationship to Vasco? Did his mentor ever find out about them or discuss such things with him? I assume bc he didn't have parents, he kinda didn't get educated on sex or anything. Was it a big shock to realize he was "sinning"?
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shadebloopnik · 1 month
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Angelic Alastor AU bc the poly im thinkin out for it makes me laugh sometimes.
Lilith and Lucifer winding down in each others arms after having sex, having random conversation topics and eventually ending on Alastor.
Lilith: He's always been so reserved with anything regarding this, are most of your kind like that or???
Lucifer: No, I mean we are able to have those kinds of relationships, they're not really taboo amongst angels. Alastor's just....never been interested in it...?
Lilith: Hmmm.....
Lucifer: ..........
Lilith: ......he'd be pretty fucking hot tho-
Lucifer: Oh stars yes, I've been envisioning it for eons, you have no idea-
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sinn-bee · 3 months
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so I can't stop thinking about your dragon au. How did Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu meet? Are they Liushen before they're Bingliushen or just pining messes?
An excuse to talk about Liushen?? Y e s okay so!
The timeline is a little different in this au, meaning that Binghe is going to become a disciple at the sect but not until later (which means he never had to experience SJ), but they meet in the typical Lingxi caves type of situation. Except having a Qi Deviation is Much more dangerous when you are capable of turning into a fuck off sized dragon in a cave system that is not necessarily meant for full size dragons. Lqg treats SY with a lot of caution for a while because he recognizes that this person is (or at least was) SJ!Sqq, but knows that something is very different given that SY!Sqq has different coloration and an entirely different demeanor. He acts on this caution by being around SY a lot to observe him and tries to fight him a few times like he would with SJ but SY always declines.
Eventually they warm up to each other (SY always treated him as SY typically treats Lqg, teasing and whatnot) and as soon as SY realizes Lqg is being more friendly with him he is ecstatic and is even more teasing and friendly and invites Lqg into his hoard and home to hang out and eat together.
Which of course means that SY unknowingly initiates and engages in dragon courting!! And very intimate dragon behaviors that leave Lqg so so confused and scared and happy all at the same time. The little bit of angst in there is that Lqg thinks that this half-baked relationship means nothing to Sqq because of how he doesn’t quite reciprocate things correctly and that he’s just one in Sqq’s long string of lovers and meanwhile SY!Sqq is just like :D wow! How dragons interact with their friends is so interesting (They’re pretty much moved in with each other and almost having gay sex and scent marking each other) (Lqg has given up most of his hoard to Sqq)
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So essentially yeah, they’re both happy (one of them reluctantly so) and have their weird not quite a relationship going on for a while and it doesn’t progress past that until plot happens and Binghe returns as an adult to court his Shizun and Sqq is bonked over the head with O h there’s two people trying to date me o.o
I’m a sucker for pining so there’s plenty of it in this au 👍
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dinasangel · 18 days
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IF YOU WANT .
cowgirl!abby x reader
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summary ; after having seemingly nothing ahead of you for what felt like years but was really just months, your mother finds a new opportunity for you, a new purpose to linger in your life, but is it made for you?
cw ; switch!abby, switch!reader, slow burn, southern au, eventual smut, abby denying her feelings for the longest time ever, hair braiding!! , catching butterflies, will-they-won't-they, arguments but coming from a nice place , closeted/unsure!abby, sharing a bed, slight homophobia, teaching abby how to play a piano, cuddling on accident and on purpose, slight praise kink from both sides, abby teaches you how to ride a horse , dancing!!, baking, injury , reader is scared of dogs ok , NO use of y/n , rrrrrr idk this will probs be added to
a/n ; is it ok that i added stuff to the content warning that'll be in future chapters just not this one and isn't all smutty stuff or is that not ok????? also sorry the caps are ugly i feel improper without them.
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A slick heat beat down on your hair, snuffing any previously made attempts at improving it's state, and the journey you had just taken had worn you of any care for it by this point. Growing up in England only made matters worse, severely unpreparing you for this sort of weather, and you dreaded the fact that this was all you'd be feeling for who knows how long. Suitcases were hauled from your mother's car , safely situated at your side before she brought you into a crushing hug, one that had you groaning at the pressure.
"Make sure you write, you know how worried me and your father'll be." She said sternly, hands holding your shoulders.
"Yeah, I know. I will." You replied just as adamantly.
"Okay, good. You make sure you have fun now, okay? Oh , and remember-" your mother rambled on , which you were sure was just her way of keeping you back longer.
"Remember my manners, yeah, I got it." You interrupted. You truly were going to miss her and your father, but you were sure if she was here any longer she might just cave and stay eith you, which you did not want. A warm smile curled against her lips, crows feet appearing at the corners of her eyes.
"Look at you, my sweet girl, all grown up." She sighed dreamily and you couldn't help but grin, eyes rolling lightheartedly.
"Yeah, yeah." You dismissed, bringing her into one last crushing hug before exchanging small 'goodbyes' and 'i love you's' before she reluctantly got back into her car and headed off, leaving you to sit on a bench, awaiting your ride.
Your mother had been friends with a man called Jerry Anderson for longer than you could recall, and after one of their most recent catchups, the topic of you had eventually been picked up. You had always been a good student, exceptional grades whilst maintaining a stable social life and everyone had always expected big things from you, only once you had graduated university, your whole life had come to a standstill and it was starting to look like you'd be living at home forever. That was until Jerry brought up the fact his daughter, Abby, could use some tutoring, and it was settled before you'd even known ; you were going to tutor his daughter.
You didn't know why, nor did you even care really. As long as it gave you something to do with your life , you would do it. Being a picture perfect role model and ending up this way was no short of humiliating , and no amount of concealing it from everyone else could hide the truth from yourself.
"Tsch, what the fuck is this signal?" You groan quietly as you attempt to do anything with your phone to distract you from the boredom looming over your body and the nervousness pooling in your stomach, filling the gaps between you organs in a sickly warm way. Thankfully for you, a truck pulls up , usefully arriving at the exact time discussed. This never would've happened back home. You hate the fact you feel homesick already.
A door opens and you stand up, shaking the hand of the man in front of you. He's taller by a few inches, maybe 3 or 4, hair which is seemingly quite long done up in a neat ponytail and you're almost jealous of the way it sticks better than your hair, messily braided by yourself, a skill you've never mastered. You're sure you could, but between studies and friends and family, you'd never had the time.
"So you're the one who's gonna be putting up with Abs, huh?" He teases playfully with an accent you weren't expecting, sounding far more Spanish than Southern, pulling his hand away to grab your suitcases, an act of chivalry you're not too acquainted with.
"Abs?" You questioned.
"Oh, Abby." He corrected. You nodded in recognition, slightly humiliated you didn't link the two.
"Yeah, I guess." You say, climbing into the passenger seat of his burgundy truck. The seats are slightly worn, objects strewn across here and there, but nothing grotesque. He gets in and starts the engine up before beginning to drive. A heavy silence hangs in the air, once he seems to be a lot more comfortable with in comparison to your agitated state.
"So...what's she like?" You ask reluctantly, unsure on whether making conversation is a food idea. You don't even know him, and you're not sure he's worth getting to know.
"Abby? She's smart, really, just not got the right knowledge to get outta this place. Listens real well too, always got an eye for seeing things about people. She's nice to be around, awkward if you don't know her though. Real funny too, but don't tell her I said that." He explains. His carefree attitude irritates you slightly. This is all business to you.
"Why's she want to leave?" You ask, testing the waters, unsure od where the boundaries lie. Manny shrugs his shoulders.
"I never really asked. Why'd you leave?" He counters, confusing you.
"Huh?"
"I mean, you had this whole life n now you're here, what's up with that?" He explains himself, eyes flicking to you slightly before returning to the road.
You shrug slowly, staring down at the objects you can see here and there.
"Dunno. Just...not much left for me back there, or something." You say vaguely. He doesn't pry, which you like.
"So, what's England like?" He asks.
You find yourself settling into a comfortable conversation with him, the soft sound of music playing on the radio as a mere background noise. You find you don't dislike him as much anymore.
The town is small, definitely smaller than anything you've ever seen, and it's equally shocking how friendly everybody is. Every person you pass says hey or at least waves. It should decrease your nerves and allow you to relax a little, but it has you even more jittery. You're noticing how much you stand out even more as things go on. Most people are dressed in shorts , dresses, tank tops, skirts, anything that let's what little cool breeze circulate their body and suddenly you wish you'd acquired more taste in clothes that go beyond your usual jeans , long or occasionally short sleeved shirt and converse combo. You make sure to make a mental note to go shopping as Manny continues to drive.
A wooden, clearly old house (though better described as a cottage) slowly emerged into view. The paint was cracked in some areas, however other parts looked freshly applied, so, putting two and two together, you assumed there was renovations being done.
"So...how many people, y'know...fit in that?" You asked Manny, unsure there was going to be enough space for everything.
"Oh well, Abby has her own place not too far from here so it's actually just been her dad." He explained as they pulled up into the dirt driveway before getting out. You went for your suitcases, slightly protective over them in such a unfamiliar setting, but Manny was quick to wave you off, getting them out himself. You followed awkwardly behind, unsure of yourself ; wondered if it was too late to turn back now.
"Manny, hey!" Jerry called out, leaving his position on the couch to wrap Manny up in a hug before holding his hand out to you.
"Hey, it's so good to see you." Jerry greeted politely. You have a slight smille, your mother's words lingering in the back of your mind.
"You too."
"I'll go check on your room. D'you want a drink or anything?" He asked to which you shook your head.
"No thank you."
"Alright." He said before heading upstairs, leaving your eyes to scan the house. The place was well painted, a stark contrast to the outside of the house. Lace curtains adorned almost every window, walls covered in random paintings, some hand drawn personally, some purchased from nearby stores. A few coffee mugs lay out, a couple records here and there. It was warm, obviously lived in and taken care of. The wooden floorboards creaked slightly as you slowly moved along, trying to remain inconspicuous and subtle in your curiousness which felt lot like snooping to you. Your fingers reached out to run along the record player held on a tidy shelf, only filled otherwise with a plant and some cds for the car before you heard scrambling paws on wood and, before you could even move, a dog jumping up at you.
Your first instinct was to instantly recoil, retracting your hand back as you stepped back unsteadily. You did not like dogs. Small ones were tolerable at the most, but big ones were crossing the line by a mile, and this was a big dog. In all reality it just wanted to play and was excited by the presence of somebody new, but you couldn't consider that right now.
"Hey, Alice, c'mon, get down." A soft , almost silky smooth voice laughed awkwardly, a voice you were not yet familiar with. The dog - Alice - retreated, allowing you to look up qt the woman who had just entered. Dirty blonde hair, probably considerably long however the proper length went undetermined due to it being tied up in a tight braid. She was a little like an ox ; viisibly muscular, slightly taller by 3 inches , yet her demeanour was anything but. Her hand reached out to yours. You stared at it, unmoving.
"Hey, s' good to see you. I'm Abby." She greeted as warmly as she could. Abby. The girl you were tutoring. Your lack of movement and response caused her to pull her hand back awkwardly.
"Not much of a hand shaker?" She asked, clearly desperate to fill the silence hanging in the air like thick fog, threatening to suffocate the two of you.
"Not really." You lied, knowing full well you could still feel the texture of everyone's hands you had shaken on your skin (yes, everyone was two people). Today seemed to be going your way for a split second as Jerry came in, however all hope was quickly disintegrated.
"So uh, bad news. There's been a leakage in one of the pipes , the one right above your room and I wouldn't wanna make you stay in that." He explains, features and tone nothing but apologetic.
"Oh." You say. If a long journey with an over-emotional mother and heat that had your clothes sticking to you in the mosf uncomfortable ways humanely possible wasn't bad enough, this was the final tipping point.
"We can pay for you to stay at a motel for you for now but-"
"She can stay with me?" Abby interrupts, quick to add onto her words for a reason you can't quite place your finger on.
"Cause, y'know, she's my tutor and all so it's just easier than going back and forth to different houses and I can take the couch." She explains, rambling on and on incessantly, hands moving and curving. It'd be annoying if you weren't so exhausted.
"Okay yeah, if that's okay with you?" Jerry asked you to which you shrugged absentmindedly.
"Sure." You agreed.
If you thought the silence in the house around two other people was bad, you were infinitely wrong. Being sat next to someone you barely know in dead silence, only provided the whirring of the car to fuel your thoughts, was a nightmare. You could briefly notice her opening her mouth every so often , and you assumed that she was going to ask why you were here and for some reason couldn't. Her eyes constantly flicked to you, desperate you would say something first to do you both a favour. You didn't.
"So uh, why'd you-" she began.
"Hey, Abby? I really don't want to be rude but, I'm exhausted." You interrupted, pleading with everything in you that she would take the hint and be quiet, which thankfully, she did. You almost felt bad. Almost.
The rest of the car journey was done in silence, and you didn't even bother looking at her house nor examining the contents of it as though you were doing a quick in-and-out shopping trip, walking in and being lead up to her room , suitcases placed down before she rambled on about something you couldn't even grasp the concept of the second she opened her lips to speak.
"Um, anyways, g'night." She murmured, awkwardly going to leave the room. Watching her walk out of the door like a dog with it's tail between it's legs was enough for you to give in and soothe her nerves slightly with an exaggerated sigh.
"Hey Abby?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
It was the first time you'd seen her smile or look even slightly relaxed all day.
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Kinktober (2)- Sex Pollen
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Natasha X Reader 18+
Summary: During a mission, you get infected with sex pollen. The only thing that seems to soothe the pain is Natasha's touch.
Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Sex Pollen, Fingering, Strap-ons, Multiple Orgasms, Degrading
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Sweat dripped down the side of your face as your mind felt fuzzy, head leaning back against the wall of the Quinjet as you tried to control your breathing. Everything just felt so hot, your body trembling while your leg bounced gently, the sound of your suit rubbing together catching the attention of Natasha across from the jet.
"Hey," she softly said, kneeling down in front of you, her hand moving to rest on your leg and causing a new wave of heat to rush straight between your legs. Your eyes dilated as you looked at your girlfriend who stared at you with a curiosity in her eyes, trying to read your reaction. "Are you alright?" Her voice sounded heavenly to you, her accent causing a slight rasp to her words making the throb between your legs even more of a problem. You could feel a wetness building there already and let out a small groan when she gripped your thigh to gain your attention. "Do you need to see Bruce?"
"No," you sighed out, "I don't need him, just you ." A tint of gold laced your iris as your eyes darkened with lust, Natasha's eyes widening at the sudden change in yours.
"You're eyes..." she trailed off, you ignoring her as you grabbed her hand and slowly guided it to your core. "Are you sure you don't need Bruce or Helen to check you over?"
" No ," you practically whimpered out when her hand grazed you through the fabric of your suit. "Please, I need you, I... it's too much, please help me," you begged, gazing at her as she kneeled in front of you.
"What?" she asked while you leaned forwards to bury your face in the crook of her neck.
"I think I made contact with the sex pollen Bruce warned us about earlier," you rasped out near her ear as you slowly kissed her jaw. "I need you Nat, please." The spy looked out the window to see the Quinjet was about to land and swiftly helped you to your feet to quickly guide you off as fast as possible. The others watched with puzzled expressions as the spy helped you off first without a word but left it be as no one wanted to try and catch up.
The second you both made it to your shared room, you pounced at the spy, pulling her to you so she pinned you against the door.
"Please make it stop," you moaned when her knee slotted between your thighs.
"I will Detka, don't worry," she murmured between kisses, her hands tackling your suit. Her hands pulled your jacket and shirt off while you went to unzip her suit, the gold tint returning to your eyes when you saw her naked chest peeping from her black widow suit. "Get on the bed and strip the rest of your clothes," her tone dropping an octave as she pulled back, a pathetic noise leaving you at the loss of contact. You obeyed immediately though, rushing to get on the bed and stripping as she followed you. She quickly removed her suit, grabbing the strap on from the bedside drawer and placing it on the end of the bed for later before making her way back over to your shaking form.
"Please don't tease me," you pleaded as she straddled your thigh, "I can't take it anymore." She simply answers by threading one hand through your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss, the other going straight to your core. The moan that left your mouth was sinful as her fingers ran through your dripping pussy, her kisses moving to your neck as your hands gripped the bedsheets till your knuckles bled white. "Fuck Nat," you groaned when she slipped two fingers straight into you, your back arching into her as she started a fast pace of thrusting them into you. Her thumb came to rub circles onto your clit as she pumped her digits into you mercilessly, whimpers and whines tumbling out of your mouth as your orgasm built.
"You're doing so good for me Kotenok," she purrs, a groan escaping you as you move one hand to cup her jaw and guide her back to your face for another searing kiss. "So desperate for me, how bad do you need to come?" she rasps out against your lips, your eyes fluttering open to stare into her darkened green ones.
"So bad," you moan out when she curls her fingers against your g-spot.
"Beg me for it then," her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gazes into the gold in your eyes.
"I need you to make me come so fucking bad," you groan out, hips bucking against her hand as she continues to fuck you. "I need you so bad, please make me come Nat. I can't take it anymore, please, please -" She shushes you by claiming your lips, pumping her fingers in and out of you and circling your clit to have you moaning in her mouth, body begging for its release as you squirm under her. "Oh fuck, I'm so close," you pant out. "Please can I come?" she smiles into the kiss after hearing your question, pulling back and moving one hand to tug your hair back, making you look up slightly at her.
"Come for me, come all over my fingers," you practically let out a scream as your orgasm takes over, your body shaking under her as you buck on her hand to ride out your aftershocks. You pant against your mouth before a low moan escapes you at the feeling of her pulling out. "Good girl," she praises before raising her fingers to her mouth, moaning at the sweeter taste of you and hollowing her cheeks around her digits.
"It still hurts," you whimper out, the throb between your thighs only briefly dimming before coming back. "Please fuck me with your cock," your voice dripping with desire and desperation as you move forwards to rest your face against her bare chest, the skin to skin contact setting your body alight.
"You want it that much?" her tone teasing, your head nodding against her chest before your tongue swirls around one of her nipples, you moaning as you hear a breathy sigh escape her lips. She leans over to grab the strap on she placed on the bed earlier, pulling it on so it rests snuggly on her hips before positioning herself above you. Her hand guides the tip of it to run against your folds and on your clit, your body squirming and hips bucking at the action.
"Nat," you whine out, hands gripping her waist and trying to get her to move forwards.
"Patience Kotenok," she warns, "Or I'll leave you here, dripping all over the sheets like the little slut you are." You loosen your hold on her, looking at her with fearful eyes as you need her to pound you into the mattress as soon as possible.
"I'm sorry," you sigh out, "Please don't stop, please don't leave me." She lowers her face till her lips ghost yours, her finally guiding the tip to your entrance and slowly pushing in.
"I've got you," she whispers, thrusting the entire toy into you earning a choked moan. Your hands go to her back, nails scratching red marks into her creamy skin as she pulls out till only the tip remains and slams back into you. Her hips are brutal as they thrust into you, her mouth trying to muffle your moans as she pounds into you. The bed shakes with the force of her thrusts and a loud groan erupts from the back of your throat as she lifts your legs up to wrap around her waist, the toy slipping even deeper into you. You clench around her cock as it hits all the right places inside you, nothing but lewd noise echoing around the room as the sound of your moans and skin slapping together mixes.
"Harder," you moan out and Natasha listens, your moans turning to pathetic noises as you near your second orgasm.
"Look how pretty you look stretch out on my cock," she husks out, kissing your neck as you're unable to return the kiss at the moment. "You're taking me so well," her teeth scrape against the column of your throat sending a shiver down your spine. Her hips continue to snap into you and soon you're right on edge and she can tell. "You wanna come for me again Kotenok?" she murmurs at the hot skin of your neck.
"Yes," you pant out without hesitation, hands moving to grip the bed sheets instead of leaving any more scratch marks on her back.
"Be a good girl and come for me," her tone laced with power as she orders you to do, your orgasm immediately washing over you as you writhe under her once again. This time however, Natasha doesn't slow down, fucking you through your second orgasm and straight into your third. You're a whimpering mess when she starts to slow down, the throb between your legs still there as she rolls you over onto your front and lifts you so you can kneel in front of her.
"Nat," you moan out when she slides back into you. She uses a hand to wrap around your throat as she pulls your head back slightly. A guttural moan is ripped from your throat when she slams the toy back into you hard after pulling back to just the tip, her setting a slower rhythm with deeper thrusts as she takes you in doggy.
Your mind clouds with arousal and pleasure as you lose yourself in the feeling of everything. Your hands giving in under you, face now pressed against the bed as she takes you from behind. You feel one of her hands soon press your face down into the mattress as she continues to fuck you mercilessly. You lose count of how many more times you come, mind blanking as pleasure was the only thing you could feel. You register when Natasha comes, her hips grinding into yours as the base of the toy rubbed against her clit, when she falls onto you, her moaning lowly into your ear.
"Thank you," you whisper, tilting your head to the side to press your lips to whatever skin you can reach before you let your head fall back onto the bed, exhaustion taking over your body.
"You're welcome Kotenok," she murmurs back, pressing a kiss to your head before letting you rest for a moment. Your aftercare passes as a blur, your body too tired to try and understand what's happening as Natasha takes care of you. The feeling of her naked body pressed behind you, her arm wrapped securely around your middle, helps you quickly drift to sleep as the throb between your legs finally simmers down.
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chaos-with-taos · 5 months
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I need you to understand that it's so important to me that Izzy's whole arc of healing, understanding he is loved and learning to express his authentic self was all done outside of a romantic context. The fact his journey to become a better person and being better to those around him didn't involve him discovering a love interest or entering a romantic relationship is so special to me.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a hopeless romantic who adores fictional couples where they help balance and improve each other. But like I feel like we need more stories about people learning to love themself without they're being any sort of romance involved. The platonic bonds he has with the people around him are just as important as the romantic ones other characters have of each other.
His story wasn't about finding someone who would kiss him and affirm him, It was about understanding that the people around him did care and were there for him, allowing him to finally take the first step in his independent journey to become better. Romance by itself can't fix everything and recognising the importance of growing independently is such an important message in my opinion and I'm so glad it's being told here.
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fuckspn · 4 months
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wrote a whole long post about dean’s relationship to his queerness and then deleted it because i couldn’t put it better than: there is a word i know. but i can’t say it. i can’t think it. i’ll just keep drawing horses
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I want to throw a fun butch4butch party and tell people to byob(bring your own butch) as the theme
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merakiui · 1 month
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he says this now and yet……. :) just you wait, azul. your mind will change hehe.
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