#I just like this girl doesn't get that I will bend over backwards to make her happy I'll lasso the god damn moon if she so much as asks

[zombie-dogg]

I stg I wanna grab my gf sometimes and shake her til she understands she's loved and not a burden on anyone

[cherry-hulu]

— NDA

Synopsis: Face planted in the sheets. Mingyu thrusting roughly behind you, constantly hitting that oh so sweet spot. Post concert depression who?

Warnings: Idol!KMG x Fem carat!reader, post concert sex, unprotected sex, underskirt, blow job, face, fucking, pet names (princess, baby, good girl), belly bulge, throat bulge, size kink, lmk if I missed anything

When a staff came up to you, pulling you to the corner and asking you about what you'd think about a special backstage meeting. You definitely did not thought that it would come to this. You didn't even expect to be invited. All you knew was that you and Mingyu have been meeting eyes all throughout the concert and that your tummy could definitely be mistaken for a butterfly conservatory with how wild it was in there.

And now it feels like your guts were being rearranged to accommodate Mingyu's size. Creating an indentation of his cock, carving his own— not so little— space within you.

It all happened so quickly. One moment he was pulling you aside and the second he was pushing you up against the door, body to body, skin to skin, having an aggressive make out session. Nothing about it was gentle. Eager masked by aggression motivated each movement done to each other.

You gasped as he kisses down your neck, down to your cleavage while sliding down the sleeves of your pretty blouse alongside your bra. With one hand, and lips attached to your skin, your mounds were exposed to him in no second. He'd done this a hundred times�� more than enough to know that he doesn't have that much time.

So he rushes. Picking you up, your legs wrap around his waist in instict causing your clothed cunt to slightly rub on his abs causing both of you to moan.

Mingyu lays you down on the couch as he takes his shirt off before diving back into your chest. You moan as your hands touch all over him. Feeling his skin, his muscles, his biceps as he grinds on you. With your skirt lifted slightly up, his hard on slots perfectly between your clothed cunt causing both of you to moan during the kiss.

You palm him, holding his heavy cock in your hands before kneeling in front of him and pushing his pants and boxers down to reveal him. Standing proudly and sticking against his stomach, tip red and angry with sploches of pre-cum. With no hesitation you take him in, eyes keeping contact with his— just like how you were during the concert.

"Fuck. There you are again with those damn eyes." Mingyu mutters as he grabs the back of your head patting it down. "Such a good girl, getting on her knees for me without command. You really want me that bad huh? Enjoy me princess, not alot of people get this chance." As he watches you take his cock.

You do it slowly as to enjoy the moment and also because it would be impossible to take him in one go. And Mingyu was so obsessed with you. His hands wrapped around your throat feeling the bulge caused by him, small tears running down your eyes as you look up at him with doe eyes. "Fucking perfect."

Slowly you start to move, bobbing your head forwards and backwards. You had a slow pace, adjusting to his size careful on not going too hard incase you might choke. It didn't took long before Mingyu grabbed your head and started facefucking you instead.

Throwing his head back, your cunt throbbed even more, a visible and prominent wet patch on your panties as you saw him. The hand on your back, the weight of his cock in your mouth, his thrusting motions. It was all so hot.

He thinks the same as he looked back down at you, looking up at him with eyes big, mouth wide open stretched around his cock. "Shit baby you're so fucking hot." He mutters before pulling out. Cock immediately standing back up against his stomach. He was rock hard.

"Wan' more please.." You whimper straightening your posture as you look up at him more, pouting. "You'll get more princess don't worry, but right now I want nothing more than your pussy." He says as he lays you back down, bending your knees and lifting your skirt up slightly giving him a perfect view of your clothed cunt.

Due to the hot weather in South Korea, you opted to just wear panties out and decided to just be more careful with your movements. "What a slut, walking around with no safety shorts on? Jumping at my concert, while giving me those eyes? You were just waiting to be fucked weren't you?" Mingyu says as he pulls back the middle of your panties before letting it snap back and rubbing on the wet spot right after.

He lifts the panties off you immediately revealing your throbbing pretty pussy. "Pretty and pink, perfect princess." While rubbing your bud.

Coming near you, you spread your legs immediately accommodating his size. Mingyu slaps his fat cock on your pussy a couple of times, teasing the tip on your entrance before slowly pushing in.

It felt so surreal, he was stretching you so much. Immediately, your upper half lifted off the couch, mouth hanged wide open as he eases into you. His hand wraps around the whole circumference of your waist making him harder "So small baby."

Propping your legs on his shoulder after easing himself in. He started off slowly before gradually speeding up as be remembers the limited time. It didn't took long before the room was echoing with the sound of skin slapping and your load moans and whimpers that just gets Mingyu to fuck you harder each time.

"S.. S.. So.. B.. Big.. M.. M.. Min.. G.. Gyu," While he fucks you relentlessly. He rubs the bulge on your stomach as he chuckes lightly "Weren't you just talking relentlessly earlier? Where'd that go?"

He flips you around—penis still lodged in you—now face planted into the couch as he fucks and reached you deeper and harder. The furniture now moving inch by inch away from it's original position. His hand rests on your back, while his other hand lifts your skirt up and spanks your ass loving the way it turns red.

"I.. I'm cl.. close," You whimper. "Me too baby, me too." Mingyu responds as he fucks you harder than possible. A few more thrusts and you were creaming all over him creating a white ream in between your connection. One more hard thrust before he pulls out and cums all over your back, jacking off lightly to ride his high.

Resting his fat cock on atop of your but, he kisses your back lightly as he whispers you praises and affirmations. "Did so good baby, 'm so proud of you."

Mingyu turns your around and sees your fucked up state. Kissing your forehead, he spreads your legs around him once again startling you as your eyes open wide. He starts to go down your body as he looks up at you witha smug look on his face. "What? I'm just getting you your moneys worth."

[harrowharkwife]

having an ableist #Autism Mommy narcissist for a mother never gets less tiresome/hurtful/infuriating/disappointing/just plan embarrassing, huh?

[rafeandonlyrafe]

imagination part two

part one part three

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, male receiving oral, face fucking

taglist: @drewstarkeyslut @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv @drewsbabygirll @jjmaybankswifes-blog @rafescokenostril @jjsmarijuana @jjmaybankisbae @seeingstarks @angelofcigs @cece45450 @babygorewhore @vanessa-rafesgirl

“shit, baby!” rafe grabs the towel hanging on the wall, wrapping it around his waist to cover himself. “what did you forget honey?” 

you completely forgot what you were came back for, blinking several times at rafe, your eyes glazed over as you take in his muscles, the memory of what is now being covered by the towel seared into your mind.

“baby girl, what did you forget?” rafe asks again.

“i-um. my scrunchie.” you say, reaching for the scrunchie you left on the counter. a silly thing to come back for maybe, but rafe knows it's your favorite.

“im glad you got it, now let me get dressed and ill walk you out to your car, yeah?” rafe tucks the towel so it holds itself up, slowly advancing towards you.

“rafey, why were you calling my name?” you ask as he comes up to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “were you… touching yourself?”

rafe swallows his surprise. “what does my innocent girl know about touching yourself?”

your cheeks flare red. “i don't wanna be innocent anymore, rafe. i-i want you to take my virginity.”

rafes eyes slide closed, his chest moving in a steady up and down motion, trying to control himself from going completely feral and doing what you ask by bending you over the counter and thrusting his length into you.

“baby, you should spend some more time thinking about it.”

“no.” you frown, “i want you. now.”

rafe groans, like he's releasing his last bit of self control, and walks you backwards into the bedroom. you move to the bed, allowing him to control your movements as you sit down on the comforter.

“we'll go slow.” rafe says, more commanding himself than telling you.

“can i see your dick again?” you ask, eyes now closer to level with the towel wrapped around his waist, sticking up in the center from where he had rehardened.

“yeah.” rafe nods, wishing he could get you naked first, but wanted to let you have a bit of control before he lost all of his and fucked you like an animal.

you tug at the towel, much more eager than rafe thought you would be. if he knew that you accidentally seeing him naked would spur this moment, he would have started walking around naked a lot earlier in your relationship.

the towel falls to the floor and your eyes widen, taking in how long and thick rafes cock is, jutting out from his body. you wrap your hand around the base and give him a stroke, making rafe groan out.

“is this good?” you question, and rafe nods, going to answer verbally when he cuts himself off with a gasp when you continue to move your hand.

you scrunch your face in concentration as you stroke him, trying to tell what he likes by the noises and faces he's making, and by how his cock twitches in your hand.

you swipe your thumb over his tip, a bit of precum leaking out. before you can really think over your actions, you lean forward and flick your tongue over his leaky head.

“fuck!” rafe shouts out, not expecting your actions. you quickly pull back, thinking you did something wrong or something that didn't feel good, but as you retreat, rafe pushes forward, his cock slipping past your lips, filling your mouth.

“fuck…” rafe groans again, unable to control the curses falling from his tongue. “baby just… just relax okay? im gonna fuck your mouth. i-i can't stop.” 

you nod curtly, wishing you had more experience before doing this with rafe, but you trust him to lead you, even as he pushes his hips further forward, until his cock hits the back of your throat, causing you to cough.

“relax, baby.” rafe warns again, pulling out to let you take a full breath before his cock is back in your mouth, and this time he doesn't move slowly, snapping his hips forward and back, thrusting himself repeatedly into your mouth.

you try to breathe through your nose the best you can, only gagging occasionally when rafe hits particularly deep. he brings his hands to your head, moving you in rhythm with him. 

you close your eyes, feeling tears fall down your cheeks. you hope that whatever you’re doing is making rafe feel good as he moans above you. 

“i’m sorry baby.” rafe runs his palm over the top of your hair. “i just can’t stop, you feel too good.”

you hum around his cock, trying to tell him that it’s okay, that you want to make him feel good like this, but he can’t let up as he continues to fuck your face, drool now rolling down your cheeks.

“gonna cum.” rafe warns only seconds before he shoots down your throat, somehow able to cum so quickly after just masturbating in the shower. you swallow everything he has to offer, moaning softly at the taste as he starts to soften in your mouth. he pulls out with a soft sigh, and you heave in large breaths, wiping your chin and neck clean.

rafe seems to suddenly realize what he just did as he kneels down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. “are you okay? i’m so sorry, babygirl, i couldn’t stop.”

“it’s okay, rafey.” you shake your head. “it… felt really good. i liked that.”

“i didn’t hurt you?” rafe confirms.

“no.” you shake your head. “i wanna do it again.”

rafe laughs, pulling you into a kiss. you melt against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, keenly aware of the fact that he is still naked and the intense craving to have him between your thighs.

“i can’t get it back up right now, but we can definitely do that again, and more.” rafe says, standing up and letting you recover as he gets dressed, donning a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“are you… are you not going to fuck me tonight?” you ask, a pout coming to your face.

“not tonight baby.” rafe shakes his head. “need you to keep some of that innocence for a bit longer darling.”

“rafe, thats so unfair!” you whine.

“no it’s not. i’m giving you more time to think about wanting to lose your virginity because once i’m in that pussy baby-” rafe pauses to kiss the top of your head before moving his mouth to your ear “i am going to fucking destroy it.”

part three

[pyxxiestyxx]

Feralbreaking

TW for: scaryffini, feralbreaking, and some more overt petplay.

"Fuck! Off! You! Fucking! Weed!" She struck out at the monster again and again, but it was like hitting a pillow. Her knuckles weren't even getting scraped by the blows. All the while it just grinned down at her.

"My dearest, I don't think this is going to work they way you wish it. I am your Owner, and you are my floret."

"I'm not a FUCKING wormhead, freak!" She threw another punch, but this one sunk in deeper. Much, much deeper. At the same time, the smile on its face seemed to…flicker.

Slowly, and despite all her strength…its hand wrapped around her throat, and it began to push her down. Not even its whole hand, just two fingers and a thumb, and yet it was more than enough to overpower her completely, to bend her first to her knees, and then finally to collapse backwards and pin her flat against the ground.

"I see. I thought I had gotten an obedient, submissive little flower for a floret. And instead I appear to have found a…a wild animal. A simple beast that doesn't know right from wrong, who just wants to bark and bay and bite at the hand that feeds it." Its voice slid over her like nails on a chalkboard, like water on a hot stove.

"Wh…what are y-?" Was all she got out before the bevy of needles sunk into her neck. She felt the kick of drugs like hammerblows on her mind, her whole body beginning to tremor.

"But not to worry, little beast. I am quite sure that with enough time, I can make a perfectly trained puppy out of you yet. We'll start with something easy. Go on, girl. Speak!" It held up a small bite of something savory, some bit of meat.

She scowled, baring her teeth at it. Rrrrrr ARF!

She blinked. Tried again. Bark bark arf!

"That's a Good Giiiiirl. Here you go~" The treat was forced into her mouth, and its hands worked her jaw to chew. When she refused to swallow, it merely pushed the morsel into the back of her throat, almost gagging her until she finally relented. It released its grip immediately, standing up to its full height after giving her some head scritches that left her drooling.

"Good. Now pup, I think this will suit you much, much better for working all of that feralism out of you. You already look so much happier! Let's check back in on this in…hmmm." It glanced at a tablet. "What do you think. One month, or six?"

Her heart plummeted, and she growled at it louder, trying to stand and failing. It was like she had forgotten how to walk.

"Six it is."

[giganticgeo]

Dating IZUKU headcannons?

Dating / SFW Alphabet with Izuku ⭑.ᐟ

A/N – sorry this took so long, I've got exams coming up :(

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A – Affection ｡𖦹°‧

How does he show Affection ?

♡ Oh, my sweet boy, he is so awkward at first. He doesn't have much knowledge about girls, and you'll definitely be able to tell if you saw how he interacted with girls in season 1 of the anime.

♡ Nonetheless, he's still trying his best. Hesitantly reaches out for your hand, but then panics and asks if you're okay with it or if he's making you uncomfortable or maybe–

♡ And you'll just chuckle and reassure him that it's okay.

♡ But eventually, it will come a bit more naturally to him. He'll start greeting you by linking arms, he'll hold your hands subconsciously sometimes, lives for your hugs and kisses – albeit a bit blushy about them at first – and won't hesitate to give you some back! Well, maybe he'll hesitate a bit... what if he isn't a good kisser?

♡ Just be patient, he'll get there <3

B – Butterflies｡𖦹°

Things he does that gives you butterflies !

♡ For one, he will praise you endlessly without shame. He admires you a lot for all your strengths and will find ways to see your weaknesses as something else, not just insecurities to be ashamed of.

♡ Another is his observant behaviour, especially towards you. He notices everything. He picks up on when you try new things with your hair or makeup, complimenting it with that bright smile of his. Or he'll notice your shoulders slump and ask if you're okay. Or he'll notice a subconscious bad habit you have, frowning as he tries to think of a way to stop you.

♡ Very sweet and attentive, really :)

C - Cuddles｡𖦹°‧

Is he a cuddly fella ?

♡ Like I stated earlier, will be very shy about it at first. You could be holding him, and bro is shaking, his face red as he bit back his awfully awkward (and cute) smile.

♡ But, again, will naturally begin seeking them. He'll definitely be shy and stuttering when asking for them at first, but once he gets there, he'll just be leaning into your arms without realising it.

♡ But he loves loves LOVES holding you! He hugs you gently and close to himself like his favourite All Might plush and smile contently <3

D – Dates｡𖦹°‧

What kind of dates would he take you on?

♡ I could see him really liking those cute dates you can see on social media.

♡ Painting where you trade canvases so you can finish each other's paintings, clay dates where you buy clay and try to recreate various references you find online, a lot of arts and crafts, really.

♡ I could also definitely see him wanting to do an All Might movie marathon with you

♡ But he'll also want to do other more casual dates like cafe dates, study dates, picnics, etcetera :)

E – Experienced ｡𖦹°

Has he had any partners before you ?

♡ Nope. Definite no.

♡ If we're talkin' UA high Izu, definitely no. Hell, he was tweaking over the fact he's been on a phone call with a girl in season 2 or 3, does that seem like a guy who's experienced in dating? No offence, Izu.

♡ But no, he's definitely not experienced. You would most likely be his first <3

F – Fight ｡𖦹°‧

What would it be like to argue with him?

♡ EXTREMELY rare

♡ On the occasion it happens, he'll definitely try calming you and the situation first.

♡ If he is in the wrong, he will be extremely apologetic, bowing his head as low as it can go and doing anything you'd like to make you feel better.

♡ But if you're in the wrong, he'll be as gentle as he can with telling you. Nonetheless, he'd still call you out and won't completely bend over backwards for you in a situation like that.

♡ Nonetheless, he'll never stop trying, even if issues seem unresolvable :)

G – Gifts｡𖦹°‧

Gifts he would give you !

♡ Right off the bat, All Might merch. A rare figurine he has, a body-sized poster, matching onesies, allat!

♡ But, he also makes handmade gifts! He's afraid expensive gifts would make him seem shallow to you, so yes, he'll watch tiktok tutorials on how to make paper hearts to write messages in that he can give you on Valentines Day!

♡ But I hc that he can also bake, so he'd also want to gift you with some cookies and cupcakes <3

H – Honesty｡𖦹°‧

Does he keep secrets from you ?

♡ Actually, he's quite open with you!

♡ If he's truly close with someone, he'll also treat them as confidant, telling them about their day and any issues they have.

♡ And he'll encourage you to do the same! He wants to know all about you and if you have any issues he can help with :)

I – I Love You𖦹°‧

Who said the three words first ?

♡ Him.

♡ He didn't mean to! It just slipped out! He thought the phrase, and his lips moved along without him noticing!

♡ He was blushing and stammering as he tried explaining himself, waving his arms around in a flustered manner.

♡ But when you said it back, he froze, his blush growing deeper as smoke practically blew out of his ears.

♡ Oh, the things you do to him <3

J – Jealous｡𖦹°‧

What's he like when he's jealous ?

♡ It's rare for him to feel jealous. He trusts you and everyone around you two, so he has no reason to feel that way, he always thought!

♡ But if he ever did, it's not anger he would feel – it's insecurity.

♡ He knows what it's like to feel inferior, and he hates associating that feeling with you.

♡ But if he spots you beginning to feel uncomfortable? Sad Izu out of the way, protective Izu is putting on a frown and stepping in.

K – Kisses｡𖦹°‧

What are his kisses like ?

♡ Soft, short pecks, the short duration never overshadowing the love he puts into them!

♡ Also fond of cheek and forehead kisses, both giving and receiving.

♡ Kisses your birthmarks, moles, feckles, dimples, scars, anything like that :)

L – Locked in｡𖦹°‧

How long or what did it to make him feel you were really the one ?

♡ I think that once he develops a crush on you, he'd already think you're the one.

♡ He doesn't date for flings or fun or for temporary things like that.

♡ If he dates, he'll never imagine it to be over. He'll hope that one day, you can be his spouse <3

M – Miss you｡𖦹°‧

When he's missing you !

♡ If you were to ever be away from him for a short or long period of time, he will definitely miss you, but how will he act?

♡ Of course, he'll always be texting you, asking if you're okay and asking for pictures of you or wherever you are, etcetera!

♡ He'll also do things you two normally do together in order to soothe the feeling.

♡ But as soon as you're back, he's hugging you tight, grinning like a fool in love :)

N – No No｡𖦹°‧

Something he wouldn't want in a partner !

♡ Obviously, a villain. I don't really get fics where he's in love with a villain!reader, and I'll only somewhat like it if it's a super slowburn, but for a guy whose whole dream for years was to become a hero, he'll definitely have to say no to that.

♡ But I do think Izuku is open to all kinds of people no matter what negative traits they might have <3

O – Obvious｡𖦹°‧

How obvious is your relationship? Is it a secret?

♡ Definitely not a secret! He isn't ashamed of you and smiles whenever it's mentioned that you are his s/o!

♡ He doesn't always outright say it, but the class can definitely tell.

♡ The way he looks at you says it all, his smile is just the cherry on top :)

P – PDA ｡𖦹°‧

Public Display of Affection !

♡ Quite shy when it comes to PDA.

♡ He'll blush if you kiss him or suddenly latch onto him in public, his freckles cheeks turning rosy.

♡ But he won't mind and sometimes initiate some hugs and hand-holding <3

Q – Quality Time ｡𖦹°‧

How do you two spend time together?

♡ He adores your company and visibly lights up when he knows you're there.

♡ The two of you could spend hours just bathing in each other's presence or yapping about your interests to one another.

♡ And the pout or sad smile he wears whenever time gets cut short because the bell rang or anything like that is so– ahshaibdsks :D

R – Romance

How romantic is he ?

♡ Again, inexperienced, but tries his best!

♡ He's attentive, caring, a gentleman, plans creatice dates, give sweet gifts, just so OOJSKSJDISJS

♡ In other words, quite romantic, but oblivious to it <3

T – Trope ｡𖦹°‧

You and him as a trope !

♡ Golden retriever x Black cat would be so cute with him

♡ Or Golden retriever x Doberman

♡ Also Girlboss x Malewife :D

U – Understanding ｡𖦹°

How empathetic is he towards you ?

♡ Already a lot towards a normal person, but towards you?

♡ If YOUR situation is bad enough, it could draw tears out of HIM!!

♡ But yes, extremely empathetic, would do anything to help you <3

V – Value ｡𖦹°‧

How important are you to him ?

♡ Extremely.

♡ You can make him smile the brightest smile, cry endless tears, boil with anger on your behalf, and feel so many more things. All for you.

♡ He would legit die for you and do anything you say if it meant being with you forever, do NOT underestimate him :)

Y – Yes Yes ｡𖦹°‧

What he WOULD want in a partner !

♡ I definitely see him wanting someone with similar values as he does.

♡ He'd also admire someone strong in any sense – physically strong, very smart, interesting compared to others, etcetera.

♡ Someone who will stand by his side through and through <3

A/N no. 2 – sorry for cutting this short huhuuu I really need to sleep now :(

Pspspsss @monkeycheeks-lvl26

[tirfpikachu]

when someone says that women weren't allowed to do xyz until a certain date mainstream tras might give a side look like hmm :/ this isn't inclusive of trans folks... but otherwise leave it alone.

but if you say that specifically cis/bio women and transmasc ppl weren't allowed to open their own bank account until 1974, suddenly you're making the transfems feel a bit too privileged and it causes a riot bc you're pointing out that amab/male folks used to have an INSANE amount of privilege on the basis of being born "amab" and even if they were super gnc, they still had that privilege from birth. to this day, cis/bio men and transfems do NOT go thru many specific struggles that cis/bio women and transmascs experience. but that's somehow controversial as FUCK to say in most tra spaces. why?

fr why is that? why?? why are transfems so fucking oversensitive to anyone pointing out that they're not oppressed on every single axis of oppression? meanwhile transmascs are bending over backwards being super fucking supportive of transfem rights and having so much nuance about things without much knee-jerk defensiveness at all. could it be that perhaps... hmm... "amab" upbringing does not teach amab/male folks what it's like to face misogyny, so they often do not enter feminist spaces, and now that they enter leftist spaces they don't know that we're all about intersectionality and nuance and acknowledging the ways one might be privileged in some ways and disprivileged in other ways? instead of showing allyship to cis/bio women and transmascs, transfems and their more extreme allies instead sit on their thrones and get offended whenever anyone implies that they might need to be good allies too. why is that?? why are cis/bio women and transmascs enabling that behavior so much?

hmmm it's almost like how afab/female folks are conditioned to excuse inappropriate behavior from amab/male people from a very young age... almost like the stereotypical One Of The Boys (in this case Males) trope, trying to be a Cool Girl (or Cool Trans Boy) to be validated by the ones in charge, the amabs, who are just poor sweet misunderstood cinnamon rolls uwu. i think mainstream tras really idolize transfems. which comes from a sweet place, and might feel good, but also means you're infantilizing them like precious perfect little princesses who can do no wrong. that might be validating for transfems ─ who doesn't like being coddled every now and then? ─ but also means not holding them accountable the way we're supposed to hold EVERYBODY accountable in leftist spaces. or at least that's what we generally pride ourselves in, right? isn't that supposed to be a leftist thing? intersectionality and all that?

and this is why so many cis/bio women and transmascs are joining radblr. this is why even some transfems are saying okay, this is too much now, and actually seek out female/afab voices and hear their povs and apologize for how they're treated by tras. the tables are starting to turn. people are too fed up with this shit. we are getting muzzled for talking about the most basic feminist stuff ever, things that back in the day oldschool trans folks were WAAYYYY more likely to see as common sense and feminism 101. systems of oppression are complex. you can talk about how hard transmisogyny is, and you'll get sympathy from most of us, but you gotta listen to how hard anti-female/afab misogyny is and how we're uniquely persecuted in specific ways you aren't. and you gotta work hard to learn how to be a good ally to us, you gotta research, you gotta learn. so many transfems have no fucking clue how to do that. so many cis/bio women and transmascs are acting like their loud guard dogs too, coddling them, speaking for them, enabling them. it's leading to really bad shit to happen. it's enabling transfems-on-female/afab abuse and bigotry... and you just sweep it all under the rug, say it was just a "terf" roleplaying, it must be a troll, it doesn't matter. it's just one or two victims, why should we even care about them? why make any changes to prevent further victims? that's such a classic male apologist mindset!!! this shit is not okay. we will never accept that bs.

you need to clean up all the misogyny and homophobia in your spaces or the only sane folks will come to radfems and find actual nuanced discussions about oppression, and you'll be left with crazies. if y'all are gonna act like oversensitive toddlers then radblr is gonna be where it's at for real leftist activism. enjoy your little tra circus ig 👋

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Eleven: Negan Smith + Tender Sex

If anyone knew the type of person that Negan was it was you. Not a single person knew that Negan could be soft, and gentle. Sure he was good with kids and sweet to the older women who walked around. But you, you are the exception. he's bends over backwards for you, he's let you walk all over him, use him as bait, he'd take torture for you. You have his heart in a way that almost make him submissve in a sense.

Almost is the key word there.

Everything about Negan is the opposite of submissive. The way he commands a group of people, how he talks to every single person besides you of course. It's just different with you.

Your Negan is your loveable teddy bear. You know the bigs ones that get sold during valentines. All he wants is to be held, and loved. That's what he really wants.

Sex used to be harsh. All about getting whatever he wanted from you. A race to the finishing line, a show of dominance, but as the years have passed and it's longer about showing you how great he is (or wants you to believe he is) it's now about showing you just how much you mean to him.

Sweet longing kisses that spread from the crown of your head, to the top of your feet. Negan isn't afraid of getting dirty, and he sure as hell doesn't allow things like your period to get in the way. He's here to love you not care that you're body is doing exactly what your body should be doing.

Sweet nothings in your ear that have you shivering. Your spine tingles with excitment as the words that leave Negans mouth have you yearning for more of his touch. "My sweet girl, so soft.", "I could eat you right now babydoll.", "You're so fucking perfect baby, yeah that's it open up a little more for me."

Every touch with Negan is slow, and meaningful. It has to be, he doesn’t know when he'll see you again. He treats everyday as if it's his last with you. That could be morbid if it wasn't so fucking adorable.

Your begs never go denied. You get what you want one hundrend percent of the time. You want him to touch you more he does, you want him to fuck you harder he will, you want his lips on your he gives them to you. "More negan please, give me more!?" It's a beg and a questions and everything rolled into one.

He can't deny his sweet baby doll, so he falls into line. Kissing you more, taking the air from your lungs, thursting harder into your wet cunt, so that the sound echos off the walls of the cinderblock room, you want his hands on you more he's got you sweet thing, a hand rests on sternum. Negan can feel the way your heart beats under his callussed hand.

Nothing is sweeter then being laid gently down on your shared bed, your clothes taken from your already worn out body. Stripped with ease and patience as the bra gives Negan a hard time. It's never a rush anymore, he takes his time. He cherises it with you. Commits it to memory in the best way possible.

For Negan its like collecting memories and trapping them in glass bottle to use for another time. He captures the way your breathless moans have the hair on the back of his raise, the way your nose scruntches up, and your knuckles go white around the bedsheet.

It's all commited to his memory, so if he may loose you. He might lose you phyically, but he'll never lose you mentally. You'll always be there with your little giggles, and flick of your wrists, a pout when something doesn't go your way.

But for now he won't think to long about loosing you, not when his hand is combing through your hair and your breaths have just gone even.

Completed on: 10/12/24

Posted on: 10/14/24

Kinktober 24'-

[dapper-lil-arts]

I'm invested now, why don't you like fluttercord?

Okay, here we go then, why don't I like one of the most famous and prolific ships on the fandom?

First of all, there's a major power imbalance at play, you know, chaos god that can reshape mind and reality with a snap of his fingers matched with a regular pegasus girl, and an drastic age difference (which could be discarded cause Fluttershy's an adult, just worth a mention.)

But the primary issue comes from the canon itself, especially with how they came together. Fluttershy was just shafted for her full responsibility to be to make sure Discord gets better; Something that already was a strange choice of Celestia (like girl why are you throwing a random mortal you dont know that well onto a godlike chaos being even you struggled with? It reeks of writers already having come up a solution and not wanting to build a foundation to lead there.) and canon proves again and again that if discord doesnt have fluttershy around, he will make bad choices and hurt people, something that gets proven again and again all the way to gen fucking five. That's textbook codependency and it makes it even more weird by the incredible, terrifying power imbalance. Discord isnt just an alicorn, hes the only one of his kind because of how powerful he is, and his powers are insanely dangerous to have on a relationship with a mortal. Like, you saw how he was when he was jealous of Fluttershy for having a diffrent friend. Can you imagine what he'd do if somebody flirted with her? (even if they weren't dating, if Fluttershy said she got a girlfriend or whatever, Discord would straight up throw rainbow dash on a labyrinth of infinite agony)

I think my primary issues come from the canon because he is always abusing his powers, never using them wisely, and always causing trouble (WHICH WAS THE ORIGINAL POINT OF EVEN BRINGING HIM BACK TOO)-- And the ratio of slaps on the wrist lower dramatically by the end (the final conflict is entirely his fault purely because he thought having a conflict would be cool)-- All of which just makes him untrustworthy to be on a relationship with a mortal hes obssesed with. He'd be like a yandere boyfriend exept a chaos god, which, yikes!

Srsly the fact that cozy glow the toddler gets sent to hell and turned to stone instead of the chaos god that sponsored her is just plain WEIRD. It's a writers problem.

There's a reasons why Alicorns have to ascend, earn their power-- And why they tend to abuse it less. Being born with power just begets a diffrent attitude towards it; Which is smth that the writers do interpret quite well, with how Discord acts. he has no empathy, he doesnt need to care, because reality is his to shape, and then boom, teaching someone to be better just became a lot harder. Good character! Very funny, very well designed and voiced-- But goddamn he's weirdly written as a ""Good"" guy.

Now lets finally turn to the woman in the relationship. because Fluttershy is a normal mortal gal with a normal mortal life with her own needs, which generally shouldn't have to involve her entire life or routine on making sure a godlike manbaby does the right thing with his powers. it doesn't feel like the kind of thing that has any consent to it, after all, discord doesnt need to ask for anything, he can just do. (THANKS FOR THE IDEA CELESTIA) It just reeks of a kind of misoginy-ass writing where the woman has to bend over backwards for the man.

Its like the shy pegasus was just. Set up for LIFE on this strange relationship. Its kind of creepy.

And Fluttershy just deserves better than him in my opinion; And she can do better, too. Also it doesnt help that you know-- 99% other ship with fluttershy dont have any of these issues lmao. Even canon Rainbow Dash would treat her better, so i dont bother with Fluttercord ever!

[velvetvexations]

'your politics are incoherent' is a deeply funny thing to say to you because you are like. the most consistent person on this platform

i used to look at trans radical feminists' blogs and people in that sphere of politics because i care about the transfems in my life and was met with contradictory shit like

'trans men have male privilege under every circumstance'

'transphobes only see trans men as whiny girls'

so on and so forth. and the entire reason i stopped following that branch of 'radical transfeminism' is because i'm schizophrenic and base my understanding of the world on verifiable facts and logic that makes sense instead of logic that twists and twirls to get to a point that doesn't match. and the strain of trans radical feminism was not following any kind of logic that i could detect

whereas you, on the other hand, have nuanced opinions that actually track, such as:

- trans men can, under some circumstances, access conditional male privilege, but it is highly conditional and can be revoked at any time

- trans men and trans women do not have any meaningful amount of privilege over each other because both are seen as freaks of nature, just in different ways

- the amount of privilege a trans person has over other trans people depends on far more factors than which way they are transitioning

- trans women face things that trans men don't. but trans men face things trans women don't

you are also one of the only people i have seen make an actual effort to include nonbinary people and intersex people in your politics. every other transfem and trans woman i know has similar politics to you. people on this site are just mad that you're brave enough to voice controversial opinions and that you don't bend over backwards when they throw transmisogyny at you because you are stronger and braver than 90% of the people on this dumb ass site

The thing about conditional male privilege of trans men is that it occurs in the same way some stealth trans women might have access to privilege over a non-passing trans man, and if that sounds ridiculous and too contrived to be worth bringing up, well, yeah.

Thank you for the support, anon. "I tried following them but couldn't go along with it because having schizophrenia trained me to discern reality from unreality" is extremely funny.

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 25: Pet Play with Moira

Fem reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains dom!moira, pussy slaps, fingering

With a rough tug of the leash, you hiss as you're pulled back to your previous position of kneeling at the desk of your lover.

"Pet, how many times have I told you. Sit. Still."

You huff softly, but don't dare speak. After all, you know pets shouldn't. But despite your need to follow Moira's rules, you can't help feeling bored. She's been working on her new experiment plan for ages, and you were starting to feel restless.

And she knew it. She knew that putting the cute collar on, a soft pink with a gem in the middle the same colour as her hair, would send you automatically into a more pliable headspace. The cute cat ears she'd found had simply been a cute addition.

Those ears have a slight bell on them, and the dainty sound rings out when you lower you head a little. But it doesn't stop Moira from reacting to your small huff, slapping your cheek lightly.

"And cut that attitude out. I thought you were going to behave."

You let out a soft whine, your version of an apology, before resting your cheek back on her leg. After a few moments, you hear her typing again, so you sneak a look up at her, at your mistress.

And you immediately regret it. Your neglected cunt practically throbs as you see her working, her sharp features focused on the screen in front of her. She'd put reading glasses on, the frames making her look more intelligent, more powerful as her eyes scan the document she's typing. You wish you could be touching her right now, but you sink your claws into your own thighs to restrain yourself.

Instead you rub your cheek against the material of her trousers, sighing softly as your eyes flutter closed. But the longer you stay down there, the more desperate you become. Eventually to all gets to be too much, so you subtly shift and grind on her show, the tip of it providing a stimulation to your clit that has you biting your lip.

And you almost get away with it, but Moira is just too perceptive, too observant. So with a yank of your leash, you nearly topple over. "You really are a bad girl, aren't you? I thought I had a well behaved kitten in my care, but you're acting like a spoilt bitch."

You whimper at her harsh words, looking down ashamedly before her long fingers tangle in your hair. In a display of mock comfort, she massages your scalp, feeling you almost purr beneath her touch.

"Bend over the desk beside me."

Scrambling up to obey her, you arch your back as you bend, and she hums before feeling your ass with her hand, not even bothering to get up from her chair.

"Count." she remarks, and you nod and brace for the spanking you think you're about to receive. But Moira is never one to be predictable.

She delivers a sharp slap to your clothed pussy, not as hard as she would on your ass, but still enough for a whine to be ripped out from your throat.

"I believe I said to count, kitten." she says with a smirk, as you quickly do what she said.

She strikes twice more in quick succession, and your thighs shake at the pleasurable sting. To soothe you, she rubs small circles over your clothed clit. Immediately you moan gently, finally getting some attention on your needy bud.

But she strikes again, and you mutter a quick "four" before she grins wolfishly.

"One more my darling, and then no more speaking." she demands, before delivering the final smack.

After you practically yelp 'five', she grins and pulls down your now soaked panties. The delicate material feels lovely on her callous fingertips; she always adores when you wear such dainty garments, to really solidify your place as her pretty pet.

She presses a finger inside of your cunt, feeling your drenched walls immediately clench around her digit like a lifeline. You moan softly, clearly needing more but trying your hardest to remain still and pliant.

"Fuck yourself on my fingers pet."

With a soft noise, you start to rock forwards and backwards, feeling her press a second finger inside to make the sensation more pleasurable for you. With each movement, the bell on your cat ears rings gently, emphasising the salacious nature of your actions.

"Fuck..." you mumble softly, before she tuts and shakes her head.

"Kittens don't speak." she taunts, and you whine again as an apology. The shaky tremor of your noise makes her smile, document forgotten for now as she aims to please her needy pet in the way she knows you deserve.

[no-psi-nan]

One thing I never see people talk about is that canonically, Terusai is super one-sided...

From SAIKI'S side.

Over the course of the series, Saiki's respect for Teruhashi grows with every interaction. He bends over backwards to prevent her feelings from being hurt, he puts less and less effort into avoiding her, he looks after her safety and happiness, he risks his reputation by publicly rescuing her, he's fascinated by her beauty the one time he gets to admire her, she galvanizes him into action when he's in shock about the meteor and the "return" of his powers.

On the other hand, Teruhashi starts caring about the fake fanboy version of him she invented, and over time, grows comfortable with the fake silent glum mask he projects. She doesn't find him physically attractive and she struggles to compliment him to his grandfather. She likes how safe he makes her feel, and finds his presence comforting, but at no time does she know his actual personality, nor does she really make any real attempt to get to know him better, instead focusing on ways to impress him and make him "offu". She knows that her fanclub could put him in danger (hence tossing her chocolates out the window) but still calls on them to force him to hang out with her on multiple occasions.

In order for them to have a real relationship, Teruhashi would have to learn Saiki's actual personality and decide whether she likes it as much as the fake versions she fell in love with.

But for that to happen, Saiki would have to reveal his powers (prerequisite for showing his real personality), which would immediately force Teruhashi to face three MAJOR crises:

The INCREDIBLE mortification of blindly chasing after someone who could hear every one of her mean/rude/bizarre/thirsty thoughts and who was trying to let her down gently the whole time for SIX FUCKING YEARS, all while she made SO much trouble for him

The subsequent reckoning about what it means to be a "perfect pretty girl" after finding out someone was watching her struggle and fail at it, plus the possibility that people only like her because her beauty is a magical power like Saiki's ESP, and NOT because any inherent goodness or effort on her own behalf

The fact that her fans almost killed both Saiki and Nendo when he was "powerless", and the realization that the Kokomins (whether part of the club or not) have almost certainly hurt many people on her behalf, and that she herself has mobilized them against Saiki before. Also the fact that they actually control her almost as much as she controls them, because she has to work so hard to meet and exceed their expectations

While Saiki already knows and likes her for who she is, Teruhashi (who regularly goes to mental and physical extremes to maintain her persona) is going to have to grapple with her own sense of self before she can even really find out what Saiki's actually like, much less have a healthy relationship with him.

And meanwhile Saiki knows that dating Teruhashi would be a major risk for him, as much as he might like to, because she attracts so much attention that it would constantly risk his identity.

There's so much baggage they have to work through in canon in order to finally be on the same page, and so much to explore psychologically, especially when you remember that Teruhashi is also apparently only 5 minutes away from starting a cult based on like every canon AU hsfjdlshfks.

She's under a huge amount of stress! Has been for a long time! And then if the guy she thought she knew turned out to be a god, sometimes even The God she prays to, what's that going to do to her psyche??

Anyways this post got away from me but there's so much fertile ground for really interesting analysis and character development! But I've never seen anyone tackle any of this so I figured I'd type it up in case people didn't realize just HOW bonkers it all is lol!

[misscinnamonroll16]

More brozone headcanons

John Dory knows French. Someone asks them if they know any other languages and JD busts out in French. The others are shocked that he knows another language and he's fluent in it. Problem is for about an hour he only speaks in French

Floyd was the kid who couldn't be trusted around stickers or glitter

Clay is the most flexible of the brothers. He can casually do the splits or a back bend. He used to bend over backwards to freak Floyd out (like the girl from the ring?)

Clay has freckles on his face, shoulders, chest and back. Hiding in the shadows of the golf course caused them to fade so they're not as prominent in his adulthood

Clay also squishes Floyd's cheeks like he did to Branch

John dropped out of high school but he did get his GED

John made up a fake amusement park for teens only when he just wanted some time away from the others. His plan worked until Spruce turned thirteen and wanted to come with him. So they left the pod together and JD broke the news to him that it was fake but he could go do what he wanted for a little bit and to not tell the others

John Dory's keychain is very basic. No extra keys for anything or charms. Just keys. His wallet however is a different story

Bruce's keychain however is so extra. Has like twenty different keys on it, lots of little charms. He just walking around jingle jangling

John could still clean up any mess the boys make faster than they ever could

Clay has shrimp posture, John Dory is constantly gently fixing it so Clay doesn't have back problems in the future

JD and Bruce are the strongest of the brothers, John just has a bad back

Bruce is like a space heater. He gives off so much body heat. But that's nothing compared to Brandy

Floyd and Clay often give off Dan and Arin from the ten minute power hour vibes. One of them is living for the chaos (often Clay) and the other is laughing his ass off at the others chaos (often Floyd). If I had the skills to animate I would totally do something like this for them but maybe I'll just write it

[darylbae]

hi new tumblr writer :3

I would give anything for vampire daryl (perhaps gender neutral pronouns)

smut, angst, fluff, idc. just give me vampire daryl (please)

pretty little thing — daryl dixon 🩰

in which vamp!daryl finds you in the woods, but doesn't have it in him to feed on you

note: im new to vamp!daryl so this will be very short, however if you like it i can make more!!

Daryl has had urges. Urges to feed, urges that are biologically something he can't help. He's always had these urges, since before the world fell apart, however it was easier to maintain back then. Now, with resources being limited, it was harder. It was even harder to keep this from the people around him. Nothing tasted like human blood. No deer, squirrel, or rabbit would ever taste as good as a human.

Daryl would wake up early to feed, and go to bed later than the rest of the group. He'd managed to hide it well, nobody had questioned him yet. Even when the people they'd butt heads with would disappear and no longer be an issue. Blood on him, on anyone, wasn't out of the ordinary anymore. It was another early morning, Daryl had his crossbow slung on his arm. He walked with purpose, not having fed on any human in a while was making him ravenous. His boots crunched on the leaves as he left the rest of the group, finally getting into the woods to look for something filling. With his heightened hearing, he couldn't hear much. Couldn't smell anything close by. So it would be a long journey ahead of him.

He'd trekked through almost half the woods now, after picking up a sound a while ago, he believed to be getting closer to it. He growled to himself, just wanting the metallic taste sat on his tongue again. It had been so long. There it was again. That sound. That faint whimper in the distance. He'd picked up speed, trying to be light on his feet, but it was no use. He needed it. Now. There you were, clutching a tree with tears rolling down your face. You were a treat. He'd approached you, and of course you were apprehensive, like all smart girls were. But you were so desperate, that you'd reached out for him. "Please..." You yelped, putting all of your weight onto him, "my leg, it hurts." Daryl held your waist, looking down at the blood sliding down your leg. Like a warm chocolate drizzle on a cake, you looked good enough to feast on. Daryl noticed you had only shorts on, not entirely practical for the world you live in, and a jacket with a utility vest wrapped around you. Boots too, great choice. He could smell you, so sickly sweet. "Aren't you a pretty, little thing?" You looked up at him, brows tilted upwards and pure innocence in your eyes. "What happened?" He asked, pushing you backwards gently to lean on the tree behind you. He'd brushed some hair away from your face, before slowly bending down to be level with your wound. A gash on your thigh, not deep enough to be fatal, but needed to be wrapped up. The smell of you, of your blood, was getting to him. He needed it, more than he needed air in his lungs. But he couldn't. Usually his impulses were impossible to control, he'd be onto a human before he could even blink, but you... He wanted to enjoy you, he didn't have the heart to hear you cry again, because of him. He'd dragged his thumb up a line of blood that had trailed down your leg, bringing it to his mouth to enjoy. You were so out of it from blood loss that you hadn't even picked up on it. And if you did, you were past caring. You were still crying, as he'd stood back up, his height very much towering over you. "I need t'wrap it up," he stated, his eyes trained on the curve of your neck. The perfect space to have a little taste. "Ya gonna to have t'come back with me." You just nodded. You were probably going to bleed out, so either way you'd die. So you were betting on this man being good. "Want me to carry ya?" He asked, and you nodded, unable to put any pressure on your leg. Smirk plastered to his face, he inched closer to you. He was breathing you in, slowly feeling himself becoming addicted to your scent. He wanted to have you around, to enjoy you more. He'd have to feed another way.

[drurrito]

you in a honky tonk

an: all mistakes are mine for sure

warnings: alcohol...

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It's your first night off in weeks, and you're spending it in some country bar in the middle of nowhere. Sam didn't need much to convince you. Your original plan was to waste away on the couch watching Gossip Girl reruns.

You're two drinks in by the time you're hitting a line dance with Sam and Carol. The rest of the crew watches on from the safety of a long table.

Clint has a trucker hat pulled down just enough to cover the bruise that some heavyweight painted around his eye last night. Bucky flicks the brim of the tan cowboy hat that he "borrowed" from a nearby table. Yelena keeps picking at the frayed bandage on her hand to the tune of Natasha scolding her every other minute for doing so.

"Stop your fussing, go out there already," with a huff, Yelena nods towards the dance floor. Natasha spares half a glance, and it's enough to catch the way your smile gleams under the colorful lighting. For a second, Natasha's heart thumps in double-time with the music.

"I don't dance," Natasha takes a swig from the beer bottle in her hand and focuses on it while the music slows and the dance floor begins to clear. The DJ pitches a one-liner about slowing it down for a couple songs to give people some reprieve. You only make it a few steps towards the table when Carol stops you with a hand on your arm.

"Wanna dance?" she asks like she already knows the answer. You match her lopsided smile with one of your own.

"I'll lead."

You take her hand and follow her back to the dance floor. Natasha watches the way you twirl Carol under your fingers with a natural ease. Even the way you two-step in tandem with Carol seems practiced, Natasha looks at Yelena's wounded hand to keep her mind from galloping off into the sunset.

Carol is hardly around. But when she is, it's a whole thing. She always hand-picks someone to be a lucky participant--last time it was Steve, this time it must be you. Of course Carol likes to go dancing--turning heads everywhere she goes has always been her M.O.

"Your face is going to get stuck like that," Yelena quips. She takes a sip of her drink and then licks at the Whiskey glossing her upper lip. Natasha spreads and flexes her fingers so they don't ball into fists.

"All eyes on her, just the way she likes it," Natasha does a piss-poor job of trying not to sound like a grump.

"Maybe," Yelena takes another sip, "she just likes to have fun, and doesn't care about who is watching."

Natasha entertains this with a hum and ignores the tender spot where Yelena's words dig. Carol just wanting to have some fun could (very likely) be true, but that would mean cutting this pity party a lot shorter than anticipated. Natasha's worked too hard these past few weeks to not indulge herself.

She is toying with the bottle in her hand when Yelena jabs an elbow into her arm. Natasha glares at her and then looks over in time to catch you dipping Carol as the song ends. She feels her jaw twitch as you pull Carol up with a laugh. As if on cue, Carol's hand finds the center of your chest and her lips stretch into a smile that is far too wide.

"Now's your chance, sestra," Yelena sings into the mouth of her glass but knows better than to look her sister in the eye at this point.

One time. Natasha smiled for a little too long after talking to you one time, and Yelena has never let her hear the end of it.

Carol and Sam slide into a seat at the table. You're about to do the same until a slow and sweet tune fills the room.

"I love this song," you look towards the dance floor to find people already pairing off.

"Need a dance partner?" Yelena hardly tries to hide her enthusiasm as she points at her sister. Natasha thinks about the force needed to bend Yelena's finger backwards so it looks like she's pointing at herself.

"If you'll have me."

You're earnestly smiling like you didn't just ask Natasha to embarrass herself in a bar filled with strangers.

"I would, but I can't dance," her eyes stay on yours. Even under the funky bar lighting, the way your eyes crinkle with your smile makes her stomach twist something awfully spectacular.

"That's okay, just follow my lead, you'll make it back in one piece," it's at this moment that Natasha realizes she can't even pretend like she can say "no" to you.

Natasha downs the rest of her liquid courage in one gulp to wordlessly take your hand without a second thought. Yelena bites her lip with amusement. Bucky puts his hat on your head when you're not looking. Natasha takes this opportunity to adjust it while she makes you promise not to get upset if she smashes your toes the entire song.

"You watched me get choke slammed by a guy five-times my size less than 24 hours ago and you're worried about stepping on my toes?"

Natasha hates how easy it is for you to make her laugh while she's looking down the barrel of public humiliation. You test the waters with a few steps before spinning Natasha into your side. You can feel how stiff she is against you.

"I got you."

The confidence in your voice makes Natasha's shoulders instantly depart from her ears. You sway and step together for a few beats and then raise both of your arms and spin yourself so you're in front of her again. For a split-second, Natasha thinks she's getting the hang of it until she steps on your foot while you're trying to twist her one way and then the other.

"It's okay, it's okay," you quickly soothe, pulling her closer than she’s ever been to anyone in the observable universe.

Natasha has no time for regret when you throw her arm around your neck with ease and spin the two of you across the dance floor. She can faintly hear the chorus as your hand slides up to her shoulder and your face is barely an inch from hers. Natasha can feel your other hand ghost the outline of her ass, travel the length of her thigh and arrive at the bend in her knee. Her breath is about to catch in her throat when you honest to god dip her like something out of a movie.

Without thinking, Natasha throws her head back like she's done this before as you lower her close to the ground.

"See? You're a natural," god, that makes her blush. Natasha's not even thinking about how her front melts against yours when you pull her back up and sway like that for a couple bars. You tangle and untangle yourselves again before letting her go with an encouraging "spin, spin!" and catch her with a proud smile that touches your ears.

Every time you hold out your hand, Natasha takes it without question. It makes sense when you grab her waist and her arm drapes over your shoulder. Where you go, she goes. You're a very good dancer. She starts to wonder if the chemistry she saw between you and Carol was all in her head.

"You trust me?" Natasha stifles a shiver when your lips brush against her ear.

"We're about to find out," she fights off another shiver when you respond by breathing out a laugh against her neck. You take a few steps with her, twirling her away from you. When you pull her back, you sweep her off her feet until she's almost upside down.

"Hold onto me," is all you say before bringing her back up. Natasha's death grip on your tricep relaxes when her eyes are back on you once more. She forgets the crowd and doesn't realize the song is ending as you spin her around and around until both of her feet are on solid ground.

"Not bad for your first dance. My toes made it out unscathed too!" You share a laugh on your way back to the table. You're both tapping a foot to the music as you talk. Natasha stiff arms Bucky so she can keep you in that hat on for a little longer.

[opalcicle]

If They Call Me a Slut, You Know it Might be Worth it for Once

Ch. 11 - No Rest

I start getting ready to relax before my stream, climbing out of my clothes into a big sleep shirt. There's a knocking on my door.. Did I forget something in Charlie's car?

"I'm sorry- I just- I needed to-" he grabs me by the face, kissing me so forcefully our noses knock together. He doesn't stop, hands finding their way down my body. Suddenly he's got me pinned to the inside of my door. His teeth tug on my lips until I let out a soft whine and his kisses travel down to my neck, biting harshly at my skin.

"Charlie!" I call out when he bites in a little too hard.

A low moan, almost a whine escapes his mouth as he makes himself stop. "Fuck, I want-" he cuts himself off again, hands squeezing me hard. One is holding my leg up around his hip, the other pushing my wrist to the door. He's pressed into me and I can feel his cock on my abdomen.

Slowly, carefully, I reach over and click door locked.

He's on his knees in one breaths' time, sliding my leg up over his shoulder. Charlie buries his face in my cunt, making me whimper again. His tounge moves fast, licking at my entrance, pressing in. I'm still tender from a few days ago, but the intensity of the moment captures me completely. He groans hungrily with each movement. I don't even have time to get used to the sensation before he pulls away, standing and taking his long, throbbing erection out. I'm pinned again as he moves back in to kiss me, the taste of my pussy on his lips. One leg is lifted, returning to it's spot around him, and I feel him pressing his cock to the sore entrance between my legs. He pushes in quickly and we both make desperate gasps. I wrap my arms over his shoulder as he lifts me off the ground, both legs now around his waist. My back presses against the door and he thrust in again. His fingers press and grab at my ass while he rocks in and out of me. I'm dizzy, in shock from the suddenness, but it feels so fucking good.

"Mmm- Char- leee, fuck!" I moan out loud, and as he pounds me against my door it creaks and rattles. Hopefully the neighbors aren't in the hallway.

"I'm going to fuck you forever," he growls the words into my ear. It sounds like a threat, and I take it as a promise. The sex is so much more frantic than last time. It's scary, and hot as hell. If this man really wants to make me his, this is exactly how to do it.

His thrusts stop and his cock slips out. The break in rhythm is too sudden and I groan in protest. I feel myself being carried away and I hold on tight. Charlie takes me into my kitchen and sets me down. I try to take a step toward him, but he grabs my arm and turns me toward the counter. Holding my forearm tightly, he presses my face down into the counter top, bending me over. It's only seconds before I feel him pressing against me. Charlie rams his dick in so hard I stumble. I don't even have time to steady myself, he just steps forward and pushes his cock back in. He is more careful this time, but only a little. Using my free arm to keep me balanced, pressed up onto my tiptoes I feel an orgasm building too fast.

"Cha- ah ah ah! Oh fu- uh- uh-! Char- lie!!!" My cries are cut off everytime his hips hit me. He realizes I'm getting close and let's my arm go, grabbing the sensitive spots on my hips and pulling me back with each thrust inside. My mind forgets everything but the sensations he's giving me, and pleasure shakes me as my body goes tense. I feel my pussy grip him tight and hear him make the most heavenly groans. The world around me fades for a moment, and I don't know exactly when it happens, but when I come down I've sunk to my knees.

Before I come completely back to reality, Charlie pulls me backwards, moving me to the middle of the floor. "Good girl," he whispers as he strokes my hair.

I gaze up at him, eyes lingering on the erection above me, and then move to his face. His expression sends a shiver through me. It's a mix between desperate and smug. I feel clit pulsing and slip my fingers between my legs. My eyes flick back to his cock, and I lick my lips.

"You want a taste?"

I sit up on my knees and open my mouth. My eyes close, expecting to choke on his cock, but instead I feel it slap the side of my face. When I peek again he's holding his erection, slowly stroking it. I whimper like a mutt begging for scraps. Charlie teases the head past my lips, rubbing precum up my cheek and over my nose. I open my mouth wider in response. There's a slapping sound on my face again as his hand travels down his shaft and lets go, springing his cock towards me. This time I'm ready, grabbing him by the dick, and leaning forward to take him in my mouth.

"Ohgodfuck!" He gasps out a bundle of words all mixed together. Charlie grabs the back of my head, pulling me towards him roughly.

The eager sounds I make with my mouthful are barely audible under Charlie's loud moans. I can tell he's holding back, and grab him by the back of his thighs, pulling him deeper in.

He practically screams, "OH GOD!" tilting his head back and gripping my hair. He fucks my face faster, and faster, and I feel his legs start to buckle when he steps back, panting as his cock leaves my mouth. He'd gotten close, but stopped.

I cough, tears and drool running down my face.

Charlie joins me on the floor, pulling his shirt off to wipe my eyes and mouth. I take the opportunity to run my hands over his chest.

"You-" I cough again, then give myself a second to breath, "you look like a Greek fucking god, Charlie,"

He laughs, and threads his arms under mine to pull us both up.

"I wanted you to cum," I pout.

He helps me get steady on my feet before getting a glass down from my cabinet. "Not a chance, I'm going to breed you," he's turned away, getting me a glass of water, and sounding so damn nonchalant.

"You- you're-" I stammer, and when he turns back my mouth is hanging open. I'm stunned.

He hands me the water, "drink,"

I comply, unable to wrap my brain around any thought. When I finish, he takes the glass from me and sets it down. He turns to me and pushes me into the counter with a hard kiss. I suddenly feel his hand between my legs, fingers slipping inside and curling. I break the kiss with a gasp.

"You get so wet for me, babe," he whispers into my neck, "like you were made for me,"

I whimper at his words and he starts to finger me slowly. He holds me up with his other arm around my waist. My body melts into him. I'm already tired but I know he needs me. My thoughts drift while he sends little pulses of pleasure up through my body.

My hand lazily travels down to his cock, brushing against it before wrapping around. Still slick from my saliva, it doesn't take much effort for me to stroke it back and forth, back and forth. Charlie's breath catches and his hips start to press forward when my hand nears the base of his cock.

His palm presses on my mound and I rub against it in time with his thrusts. I shift my body so as he slides through my hand his cock rubs against my abdomen. Lips find lips, and his tounge finds its way into my mouth. I whine and my grip tightens. His moans send vibrations through my head and our pace builds. Again I feel an orgasm approaching. My legs tremble and my whines grow urgent. It's building so slowly until Charlie's fingers pick up the pace.

"Cum for me," he demands as our kiss breaks for just a breath.

I'm close- so close- searching for the moment that sends me over.

Charlie kisses down my neck and I bury my face into his shoulder. "What's the matter, babe? Can't finish?" His voice drips with sarcasm as he teases me.

My face gets hot fast, and I mumble nothing-protests into his skin.

"Aww, my little slut can't make it there?" I hear the smirk in his words and my body tenses. "Oh you like that?" His teasing continues, "you like being my little slut?"

I'm embarrassed. Frantic whimpers leave my mouth and I can feel the myself about to cum.

"Poor, little slut," he ends the sentence in a sharp bite on my skin.

I scream out, whining into him as my abdomen tightens and I go completely tense. Each time I relax another wave of blinding, white hot sensations stab through me. It's almost too intense. I feel like I've lost time, my head swirling as I remember the world around me. Trying to speak, babbles of nonsense escape from my mouth.

Charlie holds me in a tight embrace, preventing me from falling to the floor again. "Good girl," he whispers as his soft kisses find my cheek.

I giggle, sounding like I've lost my mind. I definitely have.

After I've had a moment to breath, Charlie leads me to my bed, sitting me on the edge and crouching in front of me.

"You're so damn cute," he murmurs sweetly, "let's get you cleaned up a little," He spreads my legs open and pulls my large sleep shirt up so he can get a good look, "Oh baby, you're drenched," and licks his flat tounge up my inner thigh.

A sharp exhale escapes me and I lean back to steady myself. Charlie grabs me by the front of my shirt, pulling me back to him. Looking for something else to hold me steady while he licks away at my thighs, I grab onto his hair.

"You're kind of a legs guy, aren't you?" I manage to tease between uneven breaths.

"How'd you know?" The no shit, really? kind of tone in his voice makes me pout. I try to retaliate by squeezing my legs around his face. The guttural groan he makes between them tells me it had the opposite effect. I giggle as he pushes my legs apart again, continuing to move his tounge closer and closer to my core. When he does, his tounge presses slowly, licking bottom to top. As it flicks past my clit I squeal, grabbing him harder by the hair. I'm growing wetter and wetter. I don't think he's going to be able to lick me clean. A few passes later, his tounge circles my clit again.

I tense, "nnng!" My sounds are shaky. I know I'm going to reach the point of overwhelm soon, and more than anything I want to last long enough for him to fulfill his promise of breeding me. My hands release from his hair, unclenching and resting on the bed. "Charlie, this is a lot- I want- you said-," I'm having trouble asking for him to fuck me again, to cum inside me.

"What is it?" He asks with encouragement. While I find my words he rests his head on my leg.

"Its- it's okay," I stutter.

He groans slightly as he lifts himself back up to sit beside me. His arm finds its way around my waist and he pulls me in so I'm leaning on his shoulder, "tell me," he whispers as he runs his fingers through my hair.

"You said you want to- that you were gonna," I feel my face flushing, and my voice gets quieter as I speak. I lean in close, and almost whispering I say, "Charlie you promised you were gonna breed me. I want your cum so bad. But we're tired, and I-"

He cuts me off with a passionate kiss. Catching his breath again, he softly muses, "Never too tired to make you mine,"

My heart flutters and jumps. I kiss him again. "I need you so bad. Please..." I whine softly.

Charlie takes me by the hand and we climb to the middle of the bed. I help him out of his jeans. His kisses are tender, travelling over my neck and jaw. He straddles me, cock tapping on my tummy while he pulls my shirt over my head. When it reaches my wrists he grabs tightly, wrapping the shirt around them like make-shift cuffs. He tries my wrists together with an expert swiftness. I watch with wide eyes until my bound arms drop back over my head.

"Good," the sweetness in his voice hides something instinctual that seeps through. He places pillows under my back, raising up my hips. "Now you're ready to make my babies,"

God damn, this is hot. I didn't know Charlie had a breeding kink. I didn't know I'd want him to claim me like this. The part of my logical brain that remembered I couldn't get pregnant was shut down and I was ready for him to fill me. On his knees his cock lines up perfectly with my raised pelvis. Charlie runs his hand over my hips, waist, and abdomen. It feels like he's stalling and I groan in impatience.

"Just wait, babe," he smiles over me. "I need one more thing,"

"Anything, Charlie," I smile back, though by body is burning for him.

"Tell me how much you want it," his eyes meet mine with a devilish gaze.

"Oh babe, so bad," I start as he teases his cock on my pussy.

"How bad?" His eyes are closed, head tilted to the side, like he's listening intently for the right words.

"So, so bad. I want to feel you inside me, I want to feel your cum seeping in," I test to see what he's looking for with the description.

Charlie makes a little hum that sounds like satisfaction. The head of his dick presses just inside of me, "Yeah?"

I take a quick breath, trying to decide on what to say. "I want, I want you to-" I'm uncertain with my words, about to tell him something new. "Charlie, babe, please make me a mommy,"

His resolve breaks and he sinks into me with a gasp of surprise and excitement. Though he's trying to, he can't hide what my words did to him.

His reaction spurs me on as the feeling of his hard cock presses against my insides. With intention, my next words come out desperate, "Fuck a baby into me?"

"Nnn!" His eyes are squeezed tight and his hips buck forward automatically. On instinct Charlie pulls me closer by the hips, fucking as deep as he can with each movement. Even through his wild desire, he starts out slow, pausing each time he hits my cervix.

I groan in pain and pleasure with each thrust, clenching tight around him. My bound wrists strain against the shirt holding them together. I want to grab him, to pull him close. It's no use, he's tied a good knot.

"You're gon' have my kids," he mumbles between grunts and tense breaths. He picks up the pace but still takes a half second to hold his dick in me with each thrust. I try to find his rhythm in my head, but it leaves me frantic and whining, unable to prepare.

"Pleeeease!" I cry, and he responds by moving faster.

His body is so tense, and I can tell he's trying to fight his orgasm, to last longer.

"Please cum in me, Charlie!" I cry out, "Breed me! Make me a mommy!"

My whined words push him past control and somehow he slams into me even faster. When he cums he rams his cock as deep as it goes, his body shaking against mine.

"Ohh fuck, that was.. that... You're .. holy fuck," he mumbles, keeping his cock inside to fulfill his fantasy.

"Charlie?" I ask as he catches his breath. Making my words sweet I continue after a breath, "Come here. Please?"

A huge grin of satisfaction is plastered over his face. He slips out of me and places himself next to me on the bed, pulling me over to rest my head in his chest. I squeeze at the movement, unable to balance myself with my bound wrists. Charlie pulls the knot apart with one hand and I wrap around him in an instant.

Purring in a daze I ask him, "Can you set some alarms? I stream at seven,"

"Of course," he kisses my forehead and hugs me close to him, "Of course, baby,"