#st Andrew's cross

[vox-anglosphere]

A Happy Robbie Burns Day to friends & followers.. near and far!

#Robert Burns #Robbie Burns Night #National poet #Ayrshire #Scotland #tartan #haggis #St Andrew's cross #Kilmarnock #Scottish blessing #tradition #heritage #UK #25 January 2024

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (25)- Bondage

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Tied up against the cross, Natasha can't do anything but let you play with her body, knowing you were going to do everything in your power to drive her mad.

Warnings/Tags: Dom Reader/Sub Natasha, X-Cross/ St Andrew's Cross, Restraints, Fingering, Oral, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Safe words, Aftercare

Kinktober Masterlist

“Oh love,” you sigh out lowly, stepping back from your girlfriend as her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, anticipation buzzing through her body. Your eyes slowly raked over her body, her arms and legs chained to the X-cross that her back was to, spread out for you to ravish for as long as you wanted. “You look so pretty spread out for me,” you murmur, moving back towards her and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, her trying to chase after you when you pull back. “Colour?”

“Green,” Natasha replies, her eyes staring into your gradually darkening ones as you smirk at her before leaning forwards for another kiss. Hunger and desire take over this one, your tongue sliding into her mouth and dominating it as she moans into your mouth, hands clenching into fists as she can’t fight the restraints. “Please Dorogaya,” she whimpers out when you pull back from the kiss, your mouth attaching to her neck to litter it in marks, claiming her as yours.

“Please what, love?” you murmur, your hands roaming her bare skin, enjoying the way it reacts to your touch.

“Please just touch me already,” she sighs out when your mouth descends to her chest, tongue expertly swirling around her perk nipple while your fingers pinch and tug on the other, a whimper leaving her when your teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh.

“Hush love,” you mutter before taking her other breast into your mouth, peering up at her and smirking around her nipple as you see the pleading look in her green eyes. “I want to play with you first,” your fingers draw random patterns on her inner thighs, her body trying to move closer to your touch but failing, a frustrated groan leaving her lips.

Unhurriedly, you explore every inch of her body, kissing every part of skin you can so she is mad with your touch, craving you to touch her where she needs you to. You drop to your knees, mouth still placing opened mouthed kisses across her lower abdomen, placing an appreciative kiss on each muscle of her toned stomach. Pleas fall from her lips like a chant, the sound of her, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, needy for you clouding your thoughts with lust and desire.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting,” you mutter at her thighs, a groan reverberating around the room as you're so close but so far from where she wants, no, needs you. “I bet you’d look even prettier with my fingers inside you though.”

“Please,” she practically whines, arms struggling against the cross, “I need you to fuck me, please make me come,” her words are cut off with a guttural moan when you thrust a finger into her effortlessly, her arousal dripping onto your hand as you pump the long slender digit inside her.

“What was that love? You want to come?” Natasha throbs around you at the tone of your voice, the way you're looking at her like she’s a goddess, “Well then, let’s see how many times you can come for me.” Your mouth finally takes her clit into it, sucking on it while your fingers curl perfectly inside her, pleasure fogging her brain as it becomes hard to form sentences. Your tongue moves to lick at her clit now, occasionally sucking on it to have her pathetically try and buck against your face.

“Right there,” she groans out sinfully, the encouraging noises spilling from lips making you eat her out like you're starved. “Please,” submission drips from her voice as you continue to curl your finger in her, adding another causing a moan to be ripped from the back of her throat. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” her body tenses against the cross, her cum gushing around your fingers while her legs tremble next to your head as she loses herself in the pleasure.

Moans pour out of her mouth when you don’t stop, simply smirking into her core and speeding up the pace you were mercilessly thrusting your fingers into her, tongue flattening against her clit and letting her rut against it. Her head lolls back against the structure, showing off her marked neck and defined jawline as you glance up, moaning into her core at the sight of her beauty.

Natasha’s mouth parts into an ‘o’ shape as her second orgasm crashes through her body, your name falling off her lips like a prayer while her pussy spasms and clenches hard around your fingers. You pull away from her clit, giving her a brief moment so you don’t overstimulate her and watch as your fingers slowly pump into her with long, deep strokes.

“Fuck,” you mutter, eyes fixated on the sight of her greedy cunt swallowing your fingers, “You take my fingers so well.” Another lewd noise escapes her at your words, you peppering kisses across her thighs again while she whimpers your name again. “Colour?” you ask again, knowing this was an intense scene and not wanting to push her too far.

“Green,” she pants out with no hesitation, you bite down on her inner thigh playfully before moving your fingers that were covered in her arousal to draw circles against her clit, your tongue sliding into her. “Yes, that’s it baby, just like that,” she sighs out seductively while you swirl your tongue inside her, feeling her clench around you and groaning at the sensation. “Shit, I’m coming again,” she screams your name as another orgasm tears through her body, liquid gushing out of her as she squirts over your face, panting heavily as she bucks against you trying to ride out her aftershocks.

“Red,” she says when you experimentally give her another soft lick, body becoming overly sensitive to your touch. You stop your movements, pressing a soft kiss to her thighs before standing back on your feet, cupping her jaw softly and pecking her lips. Her mouth claims yours again, not wanting to end the kiss yet while your hands release hers from their restraints against the cross.

“You were perfect for me love,” you praise quietly when you part for breath, her arms wrapping around your neck and holding onto you for support, legs not stable. You let her hold onto your head when you bend down to release her legs from their bounds, then return upright and snaking your arms around her middle. “Do you want a bath or a shower?” you murmur, starting her aftercare as she buries her face at the crook of your neck.

“Bath,” she whispers, breath tickling your skin as you scoop her up into your arms and guide her out of the room to the bathroom. You gently place her to sit on the toilet seat, apologising when her skin makes contact with the cold material before running the bath just how she likes it. Soon enough, the two of you are in the bath, her leaning back into your embrace as you just let her enjoy the water relaxing her body. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she softly says, looking over her shoulder slightly at you.

“You don’t need to thank me love,” you lean forwards till your forehead rests against hers, “I’ll always take care of you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dorogaya.” 

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #natalia romanova #natasha #natasha fanfic #black widow x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #bd/sm kink #kinktober #x cross #st andrews cross #kinktober 2023 #eventual smut #rough smut #marvel smut #dom reader #sub natasha #natasha romanoff oneshot #natasha romanoff imagine #aftercare #establish safewords

[toopretty2live]

Bound to the cross.

📸: @the-dirty-archangel

#pip #pip and b #white lingerie #st Andrew’s cross

[scotianostra]

Moved into new place this week, got a wee balcony overlooking the back gardens, a place to fly my saltire 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

#edinburgh #scottish #scotland #st andrews cross #national flag #Tollcross

[batfangzz]

Just realised that st andrew is the patron saint of butchers and. The voices.

They are telling me to make some catholic imagery andreil fanart.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #st andrew #wait there’s something here about st andrews crosses in kink #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #hmmmmmmmm #i might be cooking or i might be smoking weed #or both #who knows #(<- that guy is definitely a marijuana smoker do not listen to him) #andreil

[asleepinawell]

this show is delightful

#how to build a sex room #some guy didn't know what a st andrews cross was #and I was like I forgot for a moment that I lived in a world where a lot of people don't know anything about kink #mp

[game-of-kinks]

Produit en croix - Toutes les cartes sont dispo sur @tire-une-carte Bon jeu !

#Produit en croix #st andrews cross #corset #kinky card game

[daddydicktampa]

#dom & sub #rubber #waders #St Andrew's Cross #combat boots

[momentsbeforemass]

Daily

“Take up your cross daily and follow me.”

The first thing that comes to mind when I hear that? Good Friday. With a bloodied, beaten Jesus carrying His cross to His impending death.

It sounds like a call to be like Jesus in a moment of great crisis – when martyrdom stands clearly before us. Where the choice is to deny Christ or to be killed, like St. Andrew Kim Taegon and his companions (today’s saints).

The first clue that I’ve got it wrong? The word, “daily.” Why?

Good Friday is a one-time thing. The martyrdom of St. Andrew Kim Taegon and his companions? It’s not something that I can do again tomorrow.

But “taking up the cross” is something Jesus wants you and I to do daily, so that we can be free to follow Him. So that we can be free to become who God made us to be.

So, what is Jesus is talking about? What is this “cross?”

It varies from person to person and from day to day. Because the things that try to get between us and God are different. And they change.

What makes this hard is that the things that come between us and God? It’s not just the obvious stuff, like the 10 Commandments or denying Christ to avoid being killed. Because you and I are vulnerable to just about anything getting between us and God.

From things we like, to things we don’t like, to things that don’t really matter, and even the general busyness of life. Our cross, our struggle?

As St. Basil puts it, our struggle is with “the obstacles springing from the habits of life.”

The things that are rushing at us as we start a random Wednesday is September. That’s the level that we’re working on here.

So here’s the plan, and it comes from C.S. Lewis,

It comes the very moment you wake up each morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild animals.

And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view, letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in.

And so on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings; coming in out of the wind.

If we want the freedom that comes from following Jesus. If we want the joy that comes with being who God made us to be. If we want to be ready for the more obvious stuff.

Then this is what we need to do, and it’s why Jesus is telling us to do it daily.

Today’s Readings

#Daily #Wishes #Hopes #God #Jesus #Catholic #Christian #Church #St. Andrew Kim Taegon #St. Basil the Great #C.S. Lewis #Take up your cross #Who God made you to be #Moments Before Mass

[thesilicontribesman]

Early 10th Century Cross Slab and Symbol Stone Fragments, St. Andrews Castle, St. Andrews, Scotland

#stonework #symbols #symbolic #early religion #early christianity #relic #artefact #stone #cross slab #st andrews #Scotland #ancient scotland #ancient culture #ancient living #archaeology #stone carving

[scotianostra]

Balmoral Hotel Clock earlier.

#scotland #scottish #edinburgh #history #hotel #clock #saltire St Andrews Cross #national flag

[foli-vora]

18+.

how to build a sex room, but with frankie morales. giggling over your pinterest boards late at night, your legs slung over his and snuggled into him while he scrolls through inspiration. helping him with renovating the room, paint smeared over your cheek as the whirl of his drill fills your ears. he sings to the radio and playfully slaps your ass whenever you bend to reach the paint can, his moustache tickling your cheek as he presses kisses to your skin. walking hand in hand through the sex shops looking for toys, your stomach flipping at the way his eyes get darker with each bit of interest you show in certain items. you notice his attention on the thick leather restraints and flogs, he sees your teeth melt into your lip passing the strap ons. your first time in your new room though, is full of giggles and soft touches and gentle exploration, most of the time spent discussing certain scenes, fantasies and limits between hungry kisses and hot hands. the real fun starts the next time.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #can you guess what i’m watching right now #I just think he’s neat #i have to admit the frankie cable tie scene in the movie steals my breath EVERY TIME #he wouldn’t but a St. Andrew’s Cross tho #man’s a diy-er #his exact words ‘why would i pay for that when i can make it for half the price??’