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marigoldenblooms · 19 hours
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Drunken Confessions - Drabble
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff  x Agent!Reader
Prompt: You never called on her for anything, always staying at a distance from  Natasha. She was starting to think you hated her, that your lingering glances and continual avoidance was because you didn’t want to know her. That changes when you call her drunk off your ass at 1 am. 
MINORS DNI - 18+
Tags: Drunkenness, slight drunken confessions, mentions of harassment, Reader calls Natasha “Natty,” Natasha calls reader “Agent,” Natasha has a motorcycle, fluff, hurt/comfort.
A/N: Had this one in my word counter for a while, and thought I’d finish it up! Quick little doozy, wanted a break from all the smut totally wholesome drafts I have going (although none of my work is not 18+ even without smut content! Once again, Minors DNI!) Biker women own my heart (I’d love to do a proper Biker!AU if anyone’s got any ideas!) Asks/requests are open! Director!N x Actor!R x Actor!W is coming soon... >:))
Word Count: 777 - Read Length: 2 minutes, 50 seconds. Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners!
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It had been a while since you’d been out drinking, and even longer since you asked for Natasha’s help. You were acquaintances, perhaps even coworkers, but she thought it stopped there. You always avoided her- you were a beautiful stranger, lost in the night. And even still, when she heard her phone buzz with your ringtone this late, she picked up without a second thought.
“Agent?” She’d question, brow furrowing as she’d sit up, slinging her arm across her knee. She could hear the sound of cars around you, though from your heavy, stumbling footfalls you weren’t in one. You were drunk. 
“Natty..-“ you’d keen and she’d blush, wiping the sleep from her face as Natasha tried to ignore the sweetness in your tone, and the nickname on your lips- never used for her. She wished it came out of your sober mouth. You’d stop walking and she’d hear you huff, stuck in an alleyway you didn’t recognize. “I think I’m..-lost, I’m lost, fuck-“ 
“And I’m awake,” she’d respond, voice gravelly and thick, but focused as she’d pull on clothes, and you heard the rustle. Your voice would drop into a secretive whisper, still too loud to be actually effective, “Natty, Natty- are you…naked-??” 
“No,” Natasha would be grabbing her motorcycle keys and jacket now, slung loose over one shoulder before you heard the sound of her door, and seconds later the ignition of some vehicle. “I’m coming to get you, Agent. Gimme a landmark-“ 
“There’s a Mc…a Burger King, next to me, mm-“ Your mumble about being hungry was lost on her as Natasha’s tires would squeal across the road, its emptiness allowing her to climb speed quickly. Her voice was closer now, spoken through her helmet’s microphone, “Stay put, I’m on my way.” 
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“He was… was callin’ me ugly-“ you slur, a blush alighting your cheeks. You’d hiccup, earning a chuckle from Natasha’s focused expression on the road. She’d picked you up minutes ago, careful to drive slower with your arms slung sloppily around her waist. You’d been telling her something about a rude man at the bar, disgruntled by your refusal to ‘go home to his smelly apartment,’ as your mocking voice had put it, “On the inside, and- and the…..outside, mhm!”
Natasha would chuckle again, expecting the insult to roll off your drunken facade, but instead your shoulders shook against her back. Slowing to a crawl on the side of the road, she’d look back to see your face looking crumbled- gleaming with tears. You hiccup again and Natasha turned off the bike, trying to soothe you with an awkward hand around you. She’d pull your side against hers, helmet in the crook of her other elbow as she’d whisper to you, “Hey, hey Agent, it’s alright, shhh..” Natasha’s hand would’ve risen to your cheek, prickling goosebumps down your spine as her thumb would wipe your tears away. Your fingers would’ve risen to hers, taking her palm gently before placing a kiss on it. She’d shift her hand away and you’d meet her gaze- her mouth was open, and your eyes darted down to it. “Natty..” your eyebrows would furrow, pouting as she’d escape your touch, “Why won’t you kiss me, Natty?”
“Because you’re drunk,” She’d roll her shoulders and you’d watch with wonder as her muscles moved beneath thin fabric, Natasha’s coat now on you. You’d have to pick your jaw off the road once you were done. Her words would almost startle you, “And you don’t know what you’re doing, Agent. Why did you call me?” 
“I..” You’d begin, yet your words left you as soon as you started them. You could never think when she was around- distance was necessary for professionalism. You hoped liquid confidence would be enough to bridge the gap, and ask the attractive redhead for coffee tomorrow. You overdid it. You forgot what she even asked, “But I want- want you. Don’t you want me?” 
Your declaration made her smile, and you decided then that you wanted her to do that again. Needed her to. Natasha shook her head, and she thanked your drunken stupor for you not noticing the blush on her face. She’d turn around, donning her helmet again- her voice muffled now, “You’re drunk, Agent. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, alright?”
“Mhmm..” You’d settle, pulling yourself against her back. “So warm..” you’d murmur, crooning into her shoulder. You’d hear the woman snicker, before the bike underneath you thrummed to life. Maybe if that conversation went well, your thoughts sluggishly considered- she’d teach you how to ride it. If Natasha’s playful snicker at your words was any indication, your chance was pretty high.
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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 hours
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When I tell you I cannot WAIT to hear readers reaction to the stunt Bruce pulled. I’d be rolling up with some words to say and punches to throw
"Bruce," Dick cautioned, "don't start a fight."
"Hn."
"They have kids," Dick reminded. And Jason- well. It wasn't Jason that worried him when it came to the kids. It was you. Now that he'd had a little time to do some digging of his own, he could understand your appeal to Jason. A young, pretty single mom? A convoluted adoption story? Strong enough to do it alone but vulnerable enough to trip all his protective instincts.
"Hn."
"And dogs. Couple big ones," Dick hummed. Though the enthusiastic boxer and the aging wolfhound wouldn't be much of an issue, he didn't think.
Bruce nodded and looked towards the house. Through the kitchen window, he could see his son. Phone pinned between his ear and his shoulder. Flipping bits of diced meat to the dogs as he worked on putting... whatever it was into the crock pot. He looked... content. Relaxed. If a little out of place.
It was clear that the decorations and paint were... your taste. And that they hadn't been updated. Pale pink walls and mint curtains and appliances... It made his hulk of a son look like he was playing in a doll house.
"Quit being creepy and start your apology tour," Dick sighed. "You can do me next-"
"I just wanted proof he wasn't-"
"You're the one that told him to leave. Again," Dick snapped. "So he did. And now he has a wife. And kids. And probably another kid on the way. When the fuck is he supposed to cause trouble?"
Bruce looked back to the window and watched Jason sit in a kitchen chair. Shooing the wolfhound's head off the table. Only to groan when the dog just started to try and crawl into his lap.
"When-"
"His wife closes shop at 5pm," Dick said. "Kids get home at 3:45. You have an hour and a half if you want to get him alone."
"Hn."
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lucifer morningstar smut hcs ; 18+
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requested by ; mod / self indulgent
fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; lucifer morningstar
outline ; “smut headcanons for lucifer”
warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, versatile switch!lucifer, inappropriate use of shape shifting mentioned, vocal!lucifer, oral sex (reader receiving), daddy kink, sadomasochist!lucifer, marking kink, praise kink, body worship, one mention of bondage, lingerie kink
note ; i could write so much more for this prompt but i decided to cut it short for the sake of keeping this post at a semi-reasonable length haha ^^
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
lucifer morningstar is, first and foremost, quite possibly the most versatile switch known to man (or demon) kind — after all, he’s had literal millennia to experiment, switch things up, and explore his boundaries, sexuality, and kinks with his ex partner so it only stands to reason that he’d be very comfortable with himself and his abilities in the bedroom by the time the two of you meet — so whether you’re more on the dominant or submissive side, or if you prefer to top or bottom in the bedroom, lucifer is more than happy to accommodate you if only you let him know your preferences and boundaries beforehand
somewhat related to the above point, but it’s well known that the king of hell is a shape shifter and, as such, he’s more than capable of switching things up, so to speak, if you want to be a bit more ‘out there’ and experimental when you have sex — of course he’s confident enough with the cock he already has and knows exactly how to use it to have you writhing and sobbing for more, but if you fancy something else for a change (be that something minor like just asking him to change sex or a more significant anatomy change like requesting tentacles) all you need to do is ask and he’s more than happy to do that for you
whether he’s dominating you or submitting to you, it’s a given that you’ll get to see two very different sides to him depending on his mood: his kinder and softer side (which corresponds to a softer style of dominance,or him being an obedient / ‘good’ submissive for youc and him getting off on your pleasure more than his own), and his more prideful and selfish ride (which results in him being a rougher and more degrading dominant, or a more bratty and demanding submissive)
no matter which role he’s adopting in the bedroom, lucifer is extremely vocal (like to the point that unless you use something to gag him, or are having sex far away from anyone else, you’re pretty much guaranteed to have anyone nearby be made immediately aware of what you’re doing) — as a dominant this usually just translates to him praising you and cussing (‘fuck… you feel so good…’ / ‘god you’re so beautiful/handsome…’ / ‘just like that…’ / etc.) and as a submissive this typically means he’s whining, moaning, groaning, or begging for you to do something or another in only half-intelligible pleas (‘please please please pl-ah-please…’ / ‘oh god…’ / etc.) — and on top of being so talkative, he’s also very loud which adds to the likelihood of the two of you getting caught in the act
one of the things that makes lucifer’s pride come out in full force is just how good he as at giving oral — he brags about it openly around you, spends ages downright begging you to let him go down on you and let him show you just how good it can feel (how he was able to steal both of adam’s wives away from him in no time at all), and when you finally agree you’ll find that he’s not just bragging for the sake of it and is genuinely really fucking good at getting you off like that
though he’d never admit to this out loud, lucifer has a very strong inclination towards being called ‘daddy’ and other such authoritative pet names in the bedroom — of course daddy is his favourite without a shadow of a doubt (and it’s very clear with how he responds after you say it), but you’ll also find him to be particularly fond of you calling him things like ‘my king’ and ‘my angel’ depending on his mood
and, likewise, when he’s in a more submissive mood (and especially when he’s really deep in sub space) there’s a very solid chance of his guard dropping and him calling you either ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’ depending on whether you’ve leaned towards masculine or feminine terms of address in the bedroom with him in the past — if you’re uncomfortable with that then a quick, and mortifying for him, discussion will have him doing his best to hold his tongue moving forwards, but if you’re fond of that dynamic then some positive reinforcement certainly won’t go unappreciated
the most sexually sensitive parts of lucifer’s body are as follows: his horns (wrap your hands around them and stroke them from base to tip and you’ll see his eyes roll to the back of his head // or // grab them when he’s ravishing you with his mouth and use them to guide his mouth along your sex and you’ll hear him practically fucking growl as his claws dig into the meat of your thighs), his wings (whenever you help him preen and neaten his wings this poor man will be clamping one hand over his mouth to try and stop himself from moaning and scaring you off as you continue to oh so gently card your fingers through his feathers // or // whenever he’s fucking you, or you’re fucking him, and he’s close to climax you’ll see all six of his pretty wings pop up out of his back, and if you reach up to stroke them he’ll let out a groan so deep that it shakes you to your very core), his tail (his sensitivity here is only really relevant if you’re in a sadistic mood when dominating him — yank on it harshly when you’re fucking into him from behind and you’ll see his whole body straighten out and then collapse forward as he lets out a sound somewhere between a high pitched yelp and a breathy moan), and his neck (bite his pulse and suck deep obvious marks onto the pale expanse of his throat when his cock is buried inside of you and feel his breath hitch and his grip on your thighs tighten // or // when you’re dominating him and he’s being a brat, wrap your hand around his throat and tighten it for just a few moments, just enough to feel him swallow thickly and see his eyes widen as a deep moan spills from his lips despite his earlier protests, before loosening your grip and continuing with whatever you were doing)
he has plenty of sadistic and masochistic kinks that he’d love to indulge in with you, if ever you allow, but no matter which role he’s in lucifer is constantly mindful of your boundaries and never taking things too far for your mortal body and mind to handle — this worry is also why he’s the absolute best at aftercare
somewhat related to the above, but lucifer also loves being marked up by you and marking you up — whether that means lipstick marks, hickeys, scratch marks, or anything else along those lines, he’s more than happy to indulge you or, on the other end, he’s also more than eager to show off any marks you leave behind on him (it’s nice to be desired and claimed again after so long…)
he has an extremely prominent praise kink and loves to praise you and be praised by you — hell, when you’re making love it almost feels as if he’s worshipping you in body and soul as he kisses, fondles, massages, and compliments his way up and down your body — but be careful because if you spend too much time praising him and are too earnest in your reverence for him and his body, especially when he’s in sub space, then poor lucifer may just burst into (happy) tears of overwhelmment at all of your positive attention and affirmations
lucifer isn’t opposed to bondage, not on when he’s on the receiving end and not certainly not when he’s the one who gets to tie you up — though he definitely prefers more elaborate and decorative styles of bondage and usually leans towards using softer and more comfortable materials to restrain you
he loves it when you dress up for him (especially if you happen to wear lingerie in his colours — bonus points if it’s in a style that’s much more frilly and ‘fancy’), but he’s also not opposed to getting all dressed up for you once you’re both at a point where he’s comfortable showing you that side of himself — he has a very extensive lingerie collection from before the two of you met and he’s more than happy to show it all off to you so long as you’re ready to offer him plenty of praise and attention in return
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bumblelee123 · 3 days
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This is gonna be a bit different than my usual posts ✨BUT✨
I’ve been lurking for a long time and I always remember being really insecure about my stomach. Seeing all of the gifs of women with abs or flat stomachs being tickled and rarely seeing anything else led me to believe that no one would want to tickle me because of my stomach. But that was years ago. I’ve seen a lot more body positive posts now, but I understand that insecurity can linger in the back of your head. This is also why I rarely post gifs of actual people being tickled.
I just want to make a psa to all (adult) lees:
🦋your body is ENOUGH
🦋you are worthy of being tickled
🦋you don’t have to look a certain way to be “good enough” to receive tickles
🦋it’s okay if your stomach jiggles when you’re tickled. It’s CUTE
🦋you are ENOUGH
🦋if ANYONE ever makes you feel like your body isn’t good enough to be tickled, that’s a them problem
And I never saw any “B” shaped stomach representation so HERE I GO 🗣️🗣️🗣️
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shaykesqueer · 9 hours
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Get yourself a man who looks at you like this
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Extremely homophobic that I’m not choking on my mom’s thick girlcock till I pass out. Even more homophobic that I’m not waking up to her grunts and moans while she demolishes my pussy
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witchydykebitch · 2 days
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Tummy Tuesday ft. my favourite dress 🥰
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snaccpopstudios · 3 days
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Everything That Shines~
Oh, Kain has taken a liking to the shiny things of this world. But you? It might be more than just a liking~
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💜🧜‍♂️ See the full image along with it's NSFW variant by joining our Patreon for just $5! 🧜‍♂️💜
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babyotterboy · 17 hours
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sorry yall anon inbox submissions are revoked.. things got fuckin scary lmfao
again
minors
35+
it is not about YOU SPECIFICALLY BUT LEAVE ME ALONE
minors should not be in this space PERIOD it makes ME feel fucking gross. it’s dangerous for you. i am a literal fucking father and you guys actually make me wanna cry about how scary that is.
i get it. i WAS YOU THAT IS WHY I AM TELLING YOU TO STOP. it is DANGEROUS.
35+, this is a DNI inclusion not because i am unattracted to older men/trans masc people. i am. very. but i have. trauma.
disrespecting a DNI list is just not okay and i actually fuckin need to like take an hour because i’m steaming.
stop stepping on peoples boundaries.
i am not a toy. i am a person. with boundaries for a reason.
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b-1-tchinheat · 2 days
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I NEED to be a free use toy rn. Need my mommy to invite all her friends over and for her to tell me it’s just a friendly get together but I end up tied up with all of my holes exposed!! When mommy’s friends get here they all coo at me and start groping my pretty tits and start teasing my little pussy and all of my tight holes. Soon they are all out fucking me so rough I’m sobbing and I keep telling them “no, please don’t, please stop” and they all just laugh at me and keep using me all while mom is sitting and watching with a nice glass of wine.
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marigoldenblooms · 3 days
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Thinking of FilmProfessor!Wanda taking fem!Reader home after class.. safe to say, An Important Lesson is getting another part >:) If you wanna be tagged when it comes out, lemme know! Read the first part here!
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Her studio would be beautiful, yet you couldn’t even care about it as you feasted on her gaze. Heavy and dark, Wanda’s eyes would hardly know peace she’d take you in, kneeling naked by her bed.
Her fingers would raise your jaw up to meet her eye, crooning to you. “Look at you, Mommy’s perfect little doll..” Her voice was breathy and laborious, jaw flexing as you’d look at her with those doe eyes, and how your bare pussy had dripped arousal onto her floorboards.
She’d pull something from behind her back, and your pupils would blow at the implication. A camera.
“Want to make a movie with me, baby?”
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A freebie just in case
Again on the steps.
Again you died.
But this time- this time- through the crack in the door you could see... something. Markings and carvings that you didn't understand. And someone? Something?
Had they been the source of the whispers?
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Jason stroked a sweat-damp lock of hair away from your face and took your pulse.
Your heart rate was always slow. It crawled now though. "Where do you keep going?" he murmured.
Where did you go? Whenever you did close your eyes, you didn't STAY here. Your body was here, sure. But- it was almost like being in the room with a coma patient. You seemed to be hovering.
If it weren't for the sweat and the tension- well. He'd probably think you were dead. Or close to it.
"Again?" Tim said frowning, keeping his distance while Bruce moved closer.
"She was reading," Jason said. "Magazines Steph found for her. To try and jog- something. Anything."
"Hn."
Jason glanced up at Bruce and frowned. "Don't start-"
"Pulse?" Bruce asked.
"Crawling," Jason said, "But steady. Same as it is every time."
Bruce nodded, frown deepening, "Nothing new?"
"Nothing," Jason said shaking his head. "The only thing she remembers is cold. And scrapes on her hands."
"Consistent, at least," Bruce said.
"But not much to go on."
"No," Bruce sighed. "But at least we know it's true." You'd allowed Diana to use her Lasso. And- well. You really had no memory. You couldn't lie under those conditions. Still too many missing pieces for his liking. And he didn't like the way Jason was looking at you.
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soft-fella · 3 days
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sad piggy peter single handedly brought back my depression pls let him have some hugs
awww man, i’m sorry 🥰 here is some sad human peter
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norrieluvsyou · 3 days
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my favorite characters as prn links
if it not over +18, do not go beyond the cut. watch these links at your own risk
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sanji vinsmoke (opla)
↳ getting fucked by sanji
↳ sanji rubbing his dick on your clit
↳ sanji fucking you on the merry
↳ sanji eating you out after dinner
theodore nott (hp fan character)
↳ theo fucking you good after class
↳ theo and you the morning after a party
↳ riding theo after a quidditch game
↳ theo fucking out his frustration
tangerine (bullet train)
↳ tan fucking you in a train restroom
↳ tan eating you out good
↳ waking tan up after a mission
↳ having fun with tan in a hotel
coriolanus snow (tbosas)
↳ coryo finger fucking your pussy
↳ the president and the first lady
↳ coryo folding you in half
↳ coryo loves your tits
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Need to fuck my mom’s tits so fucking bad. Not even for pleasure just to see the strap she tied to my hips glide through her lubed up tits. Need her to tell me how much of a good boy I am and throat my fake cock. Need her to pull away just to tell me to fuck her throat and if I do good that she’ll breed my pretty boycunt. Need to hear her moan as I lose myself in desperation and selfishly fuck her throat. 😖😖 Need to be a good pup for mommy
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witchydykebitch · 4 hours
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Thinking about being eaten out while reading, like being completely immersed in a book only to be distracted by a cute dyke settling themselves between my thighs
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