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FANDOM: MCU

REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”Another continuation of the adventures of Steve in Natasha's panties!”

Previous Installment

CHARACTERS: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Secret Third Male

WARNINGS: Insertion, Unaware

COMMISSION TYPE: Full Page + 1 Add-on

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To say that the thick intruder breaching Natasha’s lips began to drag itself over Steve would be, frankly, a little too reductive to the whole experience. The reality of it felt far more chaotic and far more slow-motion than all that, and were he in charge of his own retelling, he’d say the enormity of it deserved the greater detail. Let’s back up a few seconds, then, to really appreciate poor Cap’s experience.

The world around him is dim, and it’s only due to the serum in his blood that he can see anything at all. What he can make out is basked in flesh-obstructed red lighting, painting everything in intimate and organically surreal color. As an artist, maybe he could appreciate that, if he weren’t… you know, in it.

The entire front of his body is plastered to a bundle of nerves, stuck with sticky sex like thick glue that internittently floods and attempts to drown him. The ridge he’s pressed against throbs with Natasha’s heartbeat, a quick and excited thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud that would bely how turned on she is, if it weren’t already abundantly clear.

And then real, white light breaches again. The closed-up wall of wet, thick, plush flesh that became impenetrable the moment she closed her legs parts effortlessly, with strings of that same slick fluid spanning like spiderwebs across the gap. While he might’ve had a fleeting, two-second nothin of trying to scurry his way out, any such thing was immediately eradicated by the sight of what began to obstruct his exit.

The thick, bulbous head of something phallic. Only the head, that’s all he can see from here; her entrance is too tight, the angle is all wrong, he’s far too small. It braces itself right at that ring of flesh, pausing, waiting, giving Steve plenty of time to feel himself consumed with dread. “No… Nat, come on, man. Don’t do this to me… Nat, don’t fuck while I’m in here, Natasha, please-”

The question about whether or not the member preparing to overtake him is real or artificial answers itself for Steve in the worst way. As though it heard him, as though taunting him or encouraged by his pleading, the shiny round head of the thing pulses once in a distinct, visible throb of lust, of heat, of excitement. He can see the beginnings of pearling precum bead at the slit, and the whole thing nudges forward just a teasing inch or two. Closer, but not yet overtaking him, as Natasha and whoever this is drag the first thrust out to a painfully suspenseful slow-motion.

“Oh, god damn it-” Steve breathes, disbelief and fatigue and bewilderment mounting in him as he stares down Natasha’s pulsing inner muscles at the steady accumulation of new fluids building on the cock below him. As if worrying about not drowning to Natasha’s body wasn’t enough, the amount of fluid this guy’s generating before they’ve even really gotten started is easily a few gallons.

If he comes- when he comes inside her, when she comes around him, Steve’s going to be absolutely drenched, trapped between two desperately clenching and throbbing organs far stronger than he is, overpowering him and virtually eliminating his ability to maneuver himself out of the flow of it all.

Shit, shit, shit- he thinks, renewing his struggle abruptly, desperate to be anywhere but the direct path of that cock, the perfect position on her g-spot where he knows it will focus. If he can get deeper inside her, deeper in her body, maybe he could-

His movements rocket through Natasha so thoroughly, her whole pussy quivers, clenching around the head of the cock at her entrance. Both Natasha and her partner gasp at the sudden spike in lust and pleasure, and the cock plunges deep and hard into her wanton pussy, slamming Steve face-first against Natasha’s bundle of nerves again.

And from that point on, there is no chance for him to crawl deeper to escape. They shift positions, gravity changes so that he’s not against a wall anymore but rather a floor, a downward force, presumably with Natasha face down so her partner can move behind her. The thick length of cock doesn’t let up during the entire transition, with a rigid line throbbing so roughly against Steve’s back, he can feel it pop in a few precarious places. He’s being smothered, crushed, pulsed into the flesh beneath him and the guy isn’t even moving properly yet. That’s just the steady pounding of blood from his still-motionless erection.

And then… and then the real moving starts. That slick cock drags itself backward, running every inch and every vein along Steve’s back, catching him even harder on the rounded and implacable head, but never pulling out enough that he fully lets up off of Steve’s body. He’s he’s just barely given some freedom along his top half to suck down a breath, only to feel another pulse and a fresh, hot wave of wetness spill down his back, along the side of his face.

Then it drives in again, and Natasha’s core tightens in coarse, sweet pleasure, gripping and grinding and milking every sensation she can get out of both the cock that’s filling her, and the unknown, accidental little toy more sweet than a vibrator writhing around on her sweet spot. Neither her nor her partner know what’s so particularly good about this round, only that it is, and those slow back-and-forth drags quickly escalate into something harder, faster, more frantic.

Soon, there are no pauses on this in-and-out. Soon, the rippling of Natasha’s body around him becomes constant, nauseating wave of clenching movement, squeezing the life out of him, grinding him into the cock he’s accidentally adding an inch of thick padding to. Steve loses track of which one of them is flooding him at any given time; hot from his back, hot from above, constantly drenched in new arousal as pleasure spikes in either member of this entanglement over and over and over again, until finally- finally, Natasha swells and clenches so tightly, the cock at his back goes so rigid, that he thinks this must be it. He can’t possibly survive anything more than this, he’s at his very limits-

And a groan so deep and thorough that it vibrates his fucking bones runs through Natasha. The fluttering muscles go into wild fervor, the river becomes Niagra Falls, as both Natasha and her partner come together with Steve crushed in between their organs, accidentally facilitating their pleasure.

At least it’s over, he thinks, as Natasha slumps forward and the cock at Steve’s back begins to soften. At least it’s finally, finally, finally over. This guy’s going to pull out, and he’ll be able to escape this hell that is Natasha’s body when she stands to allow the rush of fluid to leak out of her.

Any minute now.

Any… minute… now.

The cock does not pull out.

[variationincreation]

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Finger her.

[oh-dear-so-queer]

Irradiation at 300 nm converts the trans cinnamide side chain of structure 2 to the cis isomer of structure 3, while the reverse process occurs at 254 nm.

In this case, however, the orientation of the cis double bond prevents the side chain inserting into the cavity and so in that mode the machine is turned off. By contrast, the trans alkene moiety does allow insertion, and so in this mode the machine is turned on. (...) The photoisomerisation of the trans cinnamide side chain of structure 2 and the cis isomer of structure 3 provides the machine with an on/off switch.

"Chemistry" 2e - Blackman, A., Bottle, S., Schmid, S., Mocerino, M., Wille, U.

[eyeballsdeep]

sometimes i can’t think of literally anything other than the first feeling of sliding in her. it’s my favorite place to be.

[noodles-and-tea]

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

I was inspired

[acorviart]

not to sound like a boomer, but I need some people to learn how to write emails in a semi-professional (at the very least) format so you're not cold emailing a business/potential employer/any other stranger about formal matters in the exact same way you'd DM a close friend on instagram

the formality/language can loosen up in the email chain once you've established a rapport and you match the other person if they're being less formal, but please don't have the very first email you send a stranger be written in all lowercase ultra-casual sms slang with no greeting or signature and a billion emojis

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[geraldvernay-blog]

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[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

[1000fingers]

Bitches will find a fictional man attractive and then immediately imagine him in situations where he is losing alarming amounts of blood

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[anmolsmsblog]

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[enby-cuntboy]

needy sub being sat on a dildo that's far too big for them, squirming on top of it because they can't get comfortable while stretched out so extremely around it, flustered and in pain.

dom pushing their sub further down onto the dildo until the sub cries and whines for it to be over. it's not even a punishment, it's just entertainment.

"you were so needy before, weren't you? you don't want this to stop, don't be silly."