#lesbian avengers eat fire too

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lesbian avengers eat fire too 1993

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The Lesbian Avengers on being a lesbian only group in their 1993 documentary “Lesbian Avengers Eat Fire Too”

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Last Movie - Lesbian Avengers Eat Fire, Too (1993)

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[thelesbianagenda123]

✰Videos to watch as a newly out lesbian✰

Hello! My name is Kay (they/she), and this blog is for a school project, lol.

I decided that for this assignment I'd collect 10 videos that I think people should watch, especially as newly out Lesbians, or just queer women in general. I came out as a lesbian myself going on 5 years ago this coming June and I think that all of the following videos would have been very beneficial to me then but are still quite enjoyable now.

✰ History of Queer Woman's Symbols + History of the Lesbian Flag(s) by STRANGE ÆONS

I've been watching STRANGE ÆONS since I first came out, and in general, they have very entertaining content about Tumblr history and just silly things, but I also appreciate and enjoy their historical queer content. they are already personally very educated on their topics, but they also go the mile to back up what they're talking about. They are also pretty fast-paced with the way they present their points, which is good for me and my ADHD to listen to while I'm working on other things

✰ The Original Lesbian // Sappho Of Lesbos [CC] [AD]

Jessica Kellgren-Fozard is another lesbian youtuber who makes content about queer and lesbian history, while also having a focus on the history of the disabled and chronically ill community. She additionally makes content about her family life with her wife and son I like this video in particular, although all of her videos carry heavy importance because Sappho is credited for the very start of the wlw community if you think about it. Terms like Lesbian and Sapphic were created because of her and her writings and I think it's important to have that knowledge of her importance

✰ 19 Questions Newly Out Lesbians Have for Experienced Lesbians

As/Is is a great channel with mostly lighthearted videos about personal lives and self-improvement. I will give a warning that this video does have sexual discussions, as that is something some lesbians have questions about I think this video is great for new lesbians because it's asking questions that you're not going to really get answered till you go out and meet other lesbians to ask or experience it for yourself, and that can be really intimidating to think about. They also ask a pretty diverse group as masc and fem lesbians as well as lesbians of different races, giving the viewer a wider perspective of backgrounds to think about.

✰ Historically Important Lesbian Films You Should Watch

film is a huge staple of modern media consumption and is how a lot of people first learn about themselves and find community with like-minded people. Film in general is a good way to learn about where you come from and stories about people like you, and I think these recommendations are all really strong for different reasons

✰ A History of Queer Woman | Betwixt The Sheets

While this one is on the longer side since it's a podcast episode, I think it is a really good listen, even if you just want to put it on in the background while you're doing something else. it's not just lesbian-focused and looks at queer women as a whole community and the struggles and history that changed our culture down the line

✰ A Radical Lesbian Neighborhood in the 90's | Womontown | Full Documentary

to put it simply, I love old lesbians, and I think this short documentary is a wonderful way to celebrate those older lesbians and learn about where they come from and how they've shaped our culture today. I feel like queerness, but specifically Lesbianism is a really community-driven experience and this document drives that point home, showing how there was a group that forged their own path and made a home for themselves in the middle of the city.

✰ Lesbian Avengers Eat Fire Too

The Lesbian Avengers are a huge peace of Lesbian and queer history when it comes to the queer rights movement. They are silently credited with a good chunk of the progress we've made, and are a core reason for the "angry man hating lesbian" but at their core, they are a group os lesbians uplifting and supporting one another as they work for queer activism and this documentary takes a look at that from the inside

✰ Searching for the Lesbian Bars in America

bar nightlife has always been a huge part of queer culture, and lesbian culture specifically too. but as time has gone on, those spaces have had to close their doors consistently and in a staggering amount in comparison to gay bars. Losing these spaces is extremely detrimental to lesbians and the general populous of queer women in general

✰ Alison Grahm Explains the History Behind the Word "Butch" | InQueery | them. + Munroe Bergdorf Explains The History Behind the Word "Femme" | InQueery | them.

I often feel like lesbian terms like Femme, Butch, and Stud are misconstrued both in and out of the lesbian community, and thought that these two videos went really hand in hand to explain what they actually mean and where they come from

✰ Gail and Audrey: An Unexpected Love Story

For my last video recommendation, I picked this one about Audrey Smaltz and her wife, former Olympian Gail Marquis. This one is just a sweet little love story that helped me smile and gave me a little hope for the future of lesbians and queer women in general

[oddwomen]

Lesbian Avengers Eat Fire Too (1993)

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Lesbian Avengers Eat Fire Too 

Available in full length thanks to the Lesbian Avengers documentary projekt

[variousqueerthings]

a random assortment of queer movies on youtube

Highly recommend youtube as a source for finding queer media if one doesn't have access to streaming or torrenting, or it's a lesser-known film (also vimeo and dailymotion)

there are a lot more than this, it’s sort of off the top of my head

city of lost souls (punk 80s queer and trans quasi-musical cabaret)

the naked civil servant (the story of quentin crisp, who came out as trans in her 90s)

shinjuku boys (documentary about transgender men in Tokyo)

une chant d'amour (an erotic exploration of gay men in prison by jean genet)

fingersmith (part 1 and part 2) (miniseries about victorian crime lesbians based on the book by sarah waters, the story that inspired the handmaiden)

breaking the code (the much better story about alan turing, starring derek jacobi)

gods and monsters (movie about james whale, the famous horror director)

wilde (movie about oscar wilde)

edward II (derek jarman’s version of the story)

curmudgeons (danny devito plays an older gay man)

Eu não quero voltar sozinho (original short film about a blind gay kid and his crush on the new boy)

orlando (the movie based on the book, starring tilda swinton)

mädchen in uniform (the original 1931 movie that was banned by the nazis)

lesbian avengers eat fire too (documentary about the lesbian avengers and their actions in the early 90s)

[dyke-bars-never-last]

Lesbian Avengers Eat Fire Too (55 mins, 1993)

Produced by The Lesbian Avengers

Directed and edited by Janet Baus Su Friedrich

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Lesbian Avengers Kick Off the First Dyke March Ever - Excerpt from Lesbian Avengers Eat Fire, Too (1993)

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Cuteness and Muffins

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) Masterlist

Requested by Anon: Maybe bliss 1 and 7 with Natasha where reader works in the lab at Stark Industry or smth and accidentally gets grease on their face while working. I can't wait to see what you write!

1:  “You’re such a dork.”  

7: “Look at you… Goodness, you’re so cute.”

AND

@vodkanat​ : could you write something like Tony Stark's daughter(not Morgan) x Natasha Romanoff pleeeease🙏🙏🙏💓 

Word Count: 883 (short and fluffy)

A/N: I love it when people say “i cant wait to see what you write”, i cant either cause i have no clue until i start writing, hope this was worth the wait! And here you go @livrnll​

Loud rock music set the mood for the room as you worked on one of your dad’s cars. He had been complaining about how it refused to work even after he tried to upgrade it. Tony being himself, refused to work on it and left it for later.

Bored, you decided to work on it instead of the paperwork you had promised Natasha you’d get done. Speaking of your girlfriend, she walked into the room wearing one of your hoodies and jeans, a tray in her hands. You heard the footsteps and the tray from under the car.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite Avenger,” You greeted, grinning and rolling out from under the car. Your navy blue band t-shirt had a few stains on it, but your favorite jeans were thankfully stain-free.

The redhead rolled her eyes and set the tray down on the bonnet of the other car, sitting down beside it. It had some coffee and some food which you assumed she had made herself.

“Please tell me you didn’t burn it this time,” You muttered, getting up and squatting next to the car, the tray at eye level.

“You didn’t hear the fire alarm, did you?” Natasha asked as you reached out for one of the muffins she had baked.

You raised an eyebrow and gestured to the loud music playing from the speakers. Natasha rolled her eyes and paused the music on your phone. The taste of the muffin was familiar. It was the same one she had gotten you on your birthday. The ones she swore weren’t store-bought, but you saw them in the store the next day.

“Natasha, you didn’t bake these,” You stated, continuing to eat the muffin. The redhead raised an eyebrow, trying not to look sheepish. Before she could protest, you showed her the sticker on the muffin wrapper stating the calorie count.

“I mean unless you wrote down the calorie count on your muffins,” You turned the wrapper to show her the small sticker.

Her eyes widened, she tried to rip it off, but you laughed and pulled away. The motion caused you to fall over and skid on the board you were using to look under the car. The board fell under you, causing you to hit your head on the back of your car door. You groaned but still giggled while eating the muffin.

“You’re such a dork.” Natasha laughed along with you, taking a sip of the coffee she had gotten you.

“Is the coffee store-bought too?” You joked, finishing the muffin and looking around for the nearest trash can. The nearest one was on the other side of the room, across from the robot your dad liked to call ‘butter-fingers’

“It’s from the place you like,” Natasha answered, taking the take-out mug and handing it to you. You laughed and took a sip from it. It was perfect, just the way you liked it.

“Butterfingers,” You shouted, the bot turned to you expectantly. “Help me out here,”

You tossed the wrapper towards him. It hit it so it bounced perfectly into the trash can. Thanking the robot and your girlfriend, you got back to work under your car as Natasha talked about her day. The redhead talked about how Tony almost hit Sam while practicing with his suit. Your dad claimed it was an accident, but Sam claimed otherwise.

Laughing at the incident, you didn’t notice one of the other bolts coming loose and hitting you in the face. Grease and metal hit your right cheek harder than you had expected.

“Ow!” You shouted, reaching up to your face and sliding out from under the car.

“What did you do this time?” Natasha asked in the middle of her sentence.

You pouted up at her, sporting a small nick on the side of your cheek. The redhead laughed at your pout, shaking her head.

“Look at you…” She trailed off, pulling the hoodie sleeve to cover her hand and reaching towards your face.

Your pout was erased when she began to rub the grease off of your face, the pout quickly turning into a grin. Natasha smiled at how happy you were, forgetting she was still wiping your face with your hoodie. Stopping herself, she leaned back on the bonnet of the car, observing you.

Tilting your head to the side curiously at her staring, you stared into her emerald eyes for a few seconds. Bored, you reached for one of the muffins only to lose your balance while standing up, almost falling again.

“Goodness, you’re so cute.” Natasha chuckled, handing you one of the muffins as you sat down on the other car’s bonnet.

You didn’t respond, only chewing the muffin and thinking about how to improve the car. The redhead knew you only half-listened to what she said normally. But it didn’t matter, you listened to her when it mattered and were there for her when it mattered.

“Not too bad for store-bought muffins,” Natasha remarked, nudging her foot against yours to catch your attention. You hummed, wrinkling the wrapper, and trying to toss it into the trash can.

“A little stale though,” You commented.

The redhead feigned hurt and tossed her muffin wrapper at you. You laughed, causing her to fall in love with you all over again.

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[peachyteabuck]

of pleasure ~ act ii, “if we ruled the world”

summary: a sort-of non-avengers au where everyone has their powers and absolutely no one is in a highly powerful mob (or, at least, that’s what the feds think). 

or, a commission in three parts for anonymous, who asked for a series about wanda x natasha x reader.

pairing: wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x reader (focus on natasha romanoff x reader)

words: 3,502

trigger warnings: flashback, angst if you squint, heavy smut, sub!natasha, mention of violence/self doubt, alcohol as a coping mechanism

ask box / masterlist / commission info / ko-fi

READ ACT I HERE

Natasha awkwardly ushers Wanda out, biting at her nearly-bleeding nail beds and carefully avoiding the wide, prying eyes of the large bodyguards she has stationed outside of her office at all hours. If she were in a more level-headed state she would glare and snap at them and threaten to fire them – she would be Natasha Romanoff, head bitch in charge and a woman whose firey hair gets its color from the blood in her veins.

But she’s not Natasha Romanoff, she’s Nat – a woman who can barely make it to the plush chair behind her desk before memories of the best fuck in her life are pouring over her. She doesn’t know how she remembers so much, but every time she blinks the room looks more and more like the bar you two met in.

It was Natasha’s bar, but it looked nothing like it did now. Then she had just risen in the ranks, was still earning the respect of patrons and those below her. It was a difficult night; Bucky had gotten hurt and Nat was drinking her fears away – desperate to corral them into some corner of her mind instead of letting them run loose.

If she couldn’t protect her best friend, how could she protect the mob? Her hands nearly shook as she took another shot. The assets? The people that had just begun to work under her? Was she meant for this? Was she good enough?  

She was on her third vodka tonic of the night when you intervened, taking up the empty barstool to her left. She had seen you before – you were a bartender who was a previous hire but worked hours Natasha was often busy which meant the two of you rarely crossed paths.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” Natasha scoffs, though a little slurred, hoping to avoid something akin to a PR nightmare.

You shrug, replacing her alcoholic drink with a tall glass of water. “Part of my job is making sure the sad drunks don’t do anything they’ll regret later. Now drink some water, I don’t want to clean vomit from the grout of my bar.

“YOUR bar?” Natasha rolls her eyes, her words starting to slur and movements beginning to slow. “Don’t you know this is MY bar?”

You sigh. “When the owner is too drunk to see straight, line of succession dictates it is now my bar.”

Natasha furrows her brow and shakes her head as two of the biggest women you have ever seen carry her out of the establishment and towards her apartment. “…But I’m a lesbian…”

Somehow, through the hazy parts of that night, that incredibly embarrassing memory reigns clear as day.

Natasha’s retching into a toilet she does not recognize in a bathroom she’s never seen before. To be fair, though, she did not have much time to admire/familiarize herself with the décor before she ripped off her shirt and then vomiting up everything from her appendix to her lungs. If she was anything more than a shell of a woman after this night, she’d be the luckiest girl on the face of the Earth.

“Sh…sh, it’s okay,” she hears your voice in the distance and feels your hand on the small of her back. “It’s okay, get it all out.”

When she’s finally done, you hand her a tall class of cold water and many, many painkillers. Natasha understands what to do without prompting – swallowing everything you give her with as much eagerness as a dog finding a pill within a spoonful of peanut butter. Makes the same face, too.

By sheer luck, you get her into your bed without her vomiting on anything. Natasha falls asleep easily, eyes unfocused as they close.

“Thank you,” she mumbles just before falling asleep.

“No problem,” you tell her.

You end up sleeping on the couch a room away, waking up every few hours to check on her. The only time she wakes up is when you’re making breakfast the next morning – eggs and turkey bacon and coffee black as the asphalt Natasha would’ve eaten if you didn’t help her home. You gesture with the spatula in your dominant hand, the other on the handle to keep the pan steady.

“Sit, come eat,” you tell her – voice comforting but direct.

Natasha follows the orders easily, her eyes downcast until you take your place in the chair across from her. Only then does she look up, struggling to avoid your heavy gaze.

“Bad night?” you ask between bites of food.

Natasha sighs, swallowing down her food with coffee. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

She shakes her head. “Nah, not a fan of reliving something I tried to forget.”

“You wanna fuck about it?”

Natasha nearly spits out the remnant of her eggs onto the table. “Are you serious?”

When she meets your eyes, she doesn’t see you laughing or smiling or even about to laugh or smile. All she sees is a beautiful woman offering her sex after what is quite possibly the worst night of her life.

While Natasha gazes at you in sheer horror, disgust - you look almost…relaxed. Chill. Decompressed.

Natasha stays quiet as you speak, with one eyebrow raised and your lips curled into a smirk. “Are you?”

The woman across from you doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything back. For a long while, she remains statuesque – both in beauty and in stillness. She doesn’t say anything until she’s finished her food and placed her plate gingerly into the kitchen sink. Even then, she avoids your eyes ad grips the edge of the counter like a lifeline.

“Only if I can shower first.”

You laugh with your head thrown back, deep and loud and boisterous. It’s the most beautiful laugh Natasha’s ever heard, and her heart aches when you finally speak.  

“Sure thing, Red. Towels in the third shelf in the cabinet, use as many as you like.”

Natasha doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t even meet your eyes as she follows muscle memory to the place where she puked her guts up in the night previous.

Once she figures out your shower and turns the knob marked with a red H all the way on, Natasha looks around, peaking in the cabinets and under the sink – a bad habit from the days of training. She doesn’t know what she’s expected to find, but nothing of the sort piques her interest. It’s all…quite regular, normal even.

Under the sink she sees tons of cleaning supplies, what she guesses are doubles of various beauty/hygiene products, empty travel-sized bags.

The mirror-fronted cabinet is filled with over the counter medication, sample-sized beauty products, and enough skin care merchandise to leave all of Manhattan pimple-free.

When she closes it, the thick steam turns her reflection into a mere blob, and only then does Natasha Romanoff strip off her clothes.

The water burns her skin, bites at her cuts, makes her bruises sting. If she was anywhere else, she’d probably scream and cry, maybe pick at the scabs starting to form.

Here, though, she swallows the stone that’s accrued in her throat and ignores the even bigger boulder that’s made its home in the center of her chest. She grabs for the shampoo (then body wash, then conditioner) and tries to clean herself.

The spicy mint liquid (did she mention that everything was coordinated? Not even the same brand, just a perfectly harmonized sympathy of scents) works for the dirt, for the sweat, for the weird stickiness she doesn’t recognize that clings to the skin of her thighs and palms and, somehow, places inside her.

She doesn’t know how long it is when she finally steps out – pads of her fingers and toes wrinkled and her lungs clouded with the steam. She can barely breathe, but she has a feeling its not because of the thick air.

The towel – deep and maroon – is the fluffiest and softest thing Natasha’s ever felt against her skin. She pads back to the room she slept in last night, only a little shocked to find the bed made and you, barefoot in a baggy t-shirt and running shorts, reading a thick book you’re about halfway through.

She catches flashes of the front cover – something she dismally recognizes. It’s a spy novel, one of those cheesy romance ones that are incredibly popular with middle-aged moms and lonely Christian college students.

“Whatcha readin?” Natasha asks.

You look up and smile after looking her over. “Some garbage. Borrowed it from a friend after she said I’m, well,” you let out a self-deprecating laugh. “that I’m ‘super lonely.’ Which isn’t not true.”

Natasha smiles back. “Still sounds kinda mean.”

You shrug. “Truth hurts, I guess.”

There are a few moments of silence as you and her stare at each other – the kind of silence Natasha doesn’t seem to mind. Normally she hates the quiet, feels the need to fill whatever void she feels is created by lack of speech.

Still, she’s the person to break it. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“That towel,” you say, smirk still on your lips. “Matches your hair.”

Natasha smiles a little, avoiding your gaze as she searches for the dirty clothes from last night. Without hesitation, you push the clothes toward her with your foot – except now they’re clean, folded, fresh.

“Thanks,” Natasha mumbles. “I…thanks.”

You shrug, telling her its no problem. “Assumed you wouldn’t want to put on your dirty clothes, so…”

Natasha nods but says nothing, reaching for the clothes. She stops when she notices you putting your book to the side and readjusting against the headboard. Natasha stands there, clutching where the towel tucks into itself – waiting for whatever you’re going to say next.

“C’mere,” you say, beckoning her over with a single crooked finger.

She follows, still silent, walking to the edge of your bed with shaky hands and awkward legs. She hesitates, waiting for confirmation.

“It’s alright, baby girl, c’mere,” you say again, opening your legs further. An invitation, Natasha realizes. It makes her heart speed up.

She gives you a small nod before moving forward, adjusting her towel along the way with her eyes trained on the bed.

You guide her so that her back – still covered by the towel – presses into your chest.

“If you ever want to stop,” you whisper, intertwining your hands with hers. The pads of her fingers are still slightly wrinkled and sensitive and she nearly moans as her skin meets yours. “Just tell me, okay?”

Natasha gives a small nod, moving closer to you.

“This alright?” you ask, moving to undo her towel.

She nods again, then tenses as her damp skin is exposed to the cool air. Your warm hands make goosebumps erupt over her soft, sweet-smelling skin. Her breath hitches as your teeth trail across her back - leaving kisses along her shoulder and up into her hairline then on the shell of her ear.

“Just relax, baby,” you tell her. “Don’t worry about anything, just let me take care of you.”

Natasha nods silently, readjusting before pressing back into you. The towels falls as she does, and as it bunches uncomfortably you grab at it to throw it to the floor. With her last veil of modesty tossed carelessly aside Natasha blushes, moving to cross her arms over her chest.

You tsk, moving her arms from in front of her. “Don’t hide from me, baby,” you mumble into her ear. “Don’t ever hide your beautiful body from me.”

Natasha stays silent, hands resting outside your knees. She does nod, though, and presses into you once more. One of your arms goes across her chest, keeping her own arms in place at her sides. The other trails between her legs, fingertips ghosting over her thighs and across her lower stomach. You can hear Natasha’s breath hitch each time your skin meets hers.

“You like that, baby girl?” You ask. She nods again, small squeaks leaving her as you collect some of the slick that’s dripping onto your sheets. “You like it when I touch you like this?”

Natasha moans as you plunge one, two fingers into her. She watches for a few thrusts before clenching her eyes shut and letting her head fall back into your shoulder and panting into your bare neck. It’s not long before you can feel her pussy clenching around your fingers, her breath coming out in light pants and moans deeper than before.

“I-I’m,” you can hear her try to swallow despite the dryness of her mouth. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You smile and bite at the shell of her ear. “It’s okay, baby girl, you can come, you can come all you want tonight.”

It only takes a few more crooks of your fingers, a few more circles around her clit for Natasha to throw her head back and nearly scream – her legs shaking as she gushes over your fingers and wrists and sheets. Her whole body – once quite tense – now slacks against your chest. You’re a little taken aback by her squirting, and that this is normal enough for Natasha that she has no problem ruining another lover’s bed. Somehow it makes it that much hotter, makes you that much wetter, as you manhandle her onto her back. She’s pliant, laying nice and open for you - even as you grab the strap and cleaned cock from the back of one of the drawers in your nightside table, even as you slide one of your biggest toys into her soaked, aching pussy.

Natasha’s whole body is tense, each individual muscle chasing pleasure. She’s got her knees pulled up to her chest, one arm holding them in place and the other gripping your sheets. She doesn’t remember the last time she’d been folded in half, but now she wishes she could spend every day like this.

“Oh, god,” she moans, high-pitched and whiny. “God, it feels so good.”

You laugh a little, catching her lips in a kiss as you thrust shallowly into her. “Yeah, baby girl? You like getting fucked like this?”

Natasha nods, gasping each time the leather of the strap brushes her clit. “Yes, fuck yesyesyes.”

Your hand wraps around Nat’s throat, pushing her further into the bed. “Yes, of course she does. My big powerful mobster loves getting her pussy demolished, doesn’t she? Needs to be fucked so that she can focus on her job?”

The woman in question is nodding and babbling absolute nonsense – and, in the low light, you’re sure you see tears fall down her face.

One of your hands comes down to properly rub at her neglected clit. Natasha nearly screams as you do, hips bucking in a wild, animalistic way.

“You gonna come like this?” you whisper, leaning down to kiss between her brows. “Is my nasty little slut gonna come from me fucking her this good?”

Natasha nods again, each thrust soliciting another desperate, high-pitched moan from somewhere deep in her throat.

“Yeah?” you faux-pout, voice dropping as you watch her eyes roll back into her head. You spit on her cunt, Natasha wailing as the slick collecting there allows you to rub harder, faster at the most sensitive part of her.

She comes with a shout – with a loud, deep moan you wish you’d recorded. It takes you a moment, takes the pounding in your chest and ears a moment to recede, for you to realize your abdomen (as well as hers) were covered in her wetness. Her dry lips and flittering eyes only give more credence to your understanding, to your realization that she had squirted all over you.

Natasha groans as you pull out, the delicateness of her pussy as well as the emptiness combining into a cognitive dissonance she could feel in the tip of her toes.

You get her something to drink – an unmarked Gatorade bottle you’re praying isn’t spiked (you’ve been a bartender long enough to usually know what is and isn’t, but somehow Natasha seems like someone able to escape your watchful eye).

It takes a few minutes for the color to return to Natasha’s face, for her to ask if she can get you off, too. You smile and kiss her again, silently sitting up.

You finally come with your pussy hovering over Natasha’s panting mouth, her face becoming soaked with your wetness and, soon, your cum. She’s able to find the mental focus to clean some of it up, and it takes all of you not to pounce on her as you watch her, with hooded eyes, desperate to for praise as she licks at her face.

“You good, darling?” you coo, wiping at her cheeks with your thumbs.

Natasha sniffles. “Yeah, yeah I’m good.”

You nod, running your hands through her sweaty hair. “Alright, I’m gonna grab you another Gatorade, okay? I’m not gonna be gone long, I promise.”

She nods, making no effort to move. Natasha lays there, practically inert as she hears you leave the room. She’s too tired to look at anything but the ceiling – the terrifying reality of what she has to do next settling over her.

Still, she closes her eyes and listens to you padding into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. The faint sound of the bottle opening, the cap being thrown away and hitting the side of the metal trash can. It’s all so mundane but everything Natasha needs right now – reprieve from her mistakes and the consequences of them.

You help her up, when you get back, so she can drink without coughing and sputtering and drowning on dry land. One hand remains occupied with holding the bottle of liquid, while your other arm wraps around your back. It rests at her side, with your thumb rubbing circles into the heated skin.

You coo sweet praises into her hairline, your legs bracketing her in. When the dull-orange liquid is gone you toss it to the side – pulling Natasha down with you.

You fall asleep easily, Natasha resting on your bare chest. She knows when you’ve fallen into unconsciousness because your fingers stop carding through her hair, working through the knots that have found themselves there.

She waits, listening as your heartbeat and breathing slow to an even pace. Natasha lays there for a long while, savoring the feeling being in your arms – of the delicious tiredness in her muscles. Wide awake, she waits until the orange-yellow sun begins to light up the room.

You lay there, wonderfully oblivious to Natasha getting redressed and finding her dead, now-cracked phone; unaware of her holding her shoes until the front door was closed softly and silently.

She doesn’t put her shoes on until the gets in the elevator, and doesn’t cry until she finds her way home.

The memory is long, vivid – she can nearly feel your skin under her fingertips. It’s then that the reality of the situation hits her, that what she thinks is happening is, in fact, really actually fucking happening:

Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff’s best friend and right-hand woman, is dating a woman Natasha has lowkey been in love with for about a year.

Has she seen you since that night? No. She’s got a picture of you, one she found after cleaning out a thick stack of photos (like, physical ass photos) from the bar. It’s you, happy, pouring drinks with both hands. She’s got it tucked away somewhere in her bedroom beneath old medications she never finished and note she scribbled.

Has she made an effort to? No. Never to look at the photo, or to find you. It should be easy, considering you work at the bar she owns – but ever since that night…she’s avoided it. The bar.

Does she still feel a gut-wrenching guilt gnawing at her as she folds herself into a fetal position on her office floor? Absolutely.

Natasha finds herself in the center of an ethical dilemma of the worst kind; the rare kind that a gun or knife or sly smile can’t get her out of. For what is likely the first time in her whole life-slash-professional-career, she probably actually should really deal with whatever corner she’s backed herself into.

Isn’t there some girl code, or whatever, that says she should tell Wanda what’s happened? Shouldn’t she at least warn you? But, even if she wanted to, how would she do that, given she hasn’t so much as looked at you since she snuck out of your apartment? Should she warn Wanda? What would she even say!?

“Hey, trusted fist of my multi-billion-dollar operation and also girl I know who has superpowers and is definitely hiding from a few governments, I got fucked by your girlfriend about a year back and I haven’t been the same since! She railed me until I was a new person! It’s that hilarious! Please laugh at this with me!”

Natasha groans and lets her head drop to her desk. She is royally and totally fucked.

(And, to her dismay, not in a good way).

[spectrumdiversitycommunitycenter]

ON THIS DAY: July 6

In 1992, the first public meeting of the Lesbian Avengers, "a direct action group focused on issues vital to lesbian survival and visibility.” Chapters quickly emerged all over the world, a few expanding the mission to include discussions about intersectionality. Lesbian Avenger Ann Northrop underlined the point by saying “We’re not going to be invisible anymore … We are going to be prominent and have power and be part of all decision making.” A documentary about this group was made in 1993, entitled 'Lesbian Avengers Eat Fire, Too."

[lesbianherstorian]

“I was a LESBIAN child”, a still from the documentary film lesbian avengers eat fire, too edited by su friedrich and janet baus, 1993

[variousqueerthings]

there's something about Big Politics discussions that outs that we (and I include myself in that, I have also done this in the past and may do so again!) can get very exclusionary when we're trying to make big changes, for example when feminism was attempting to (and in places still does attempt to) exclude lesbians and black women and working class women and immigrants and trans people, etc. that's all very well documented, I don't think it's a hot take

or trans people being excluded from LGBT-acceptance laws both in the past and today (again, well documented), although I note that LGB people really stepped up in England and the UK to point out the double-standard of parliament and the prime minister trying to make conversion therapy illegal for everyone except trans people (and excepting religious conversion therapy, which, bleurgh, I see you government)

and the simplified argument for this is "well, now you're muddying the conversation, now you're making this Big Picture Thing too niche, too minority -- feminism isn't about issues that Black women face it's about issues that all women face," for example

if we acknowledge that there are minority groups within minority groups and marginalisation within marginalisation, then the risk is (one thinks) that nobody ends up getting anything, but we pinky promise that we'll get to you eventually, we've just got to get the Big Picture sorted first

and of course that never happens. marginalised people stay marginalised. the Big Picture doesn't include them

and so I think we have to be very careful when we talk about reproductive healthcare rights to include trans people and intersex people, because I'm seeing the same arguments again -- those groups are too niche, they're too minority, they're muddying the conversation, and I know exactly where it's coming from because it's happened before many times and it was never a thing then either

trans people and intersex people need just as much access to reproductive health and have far, far less, everywhere in the world

now that a Big Picture horrifying event has just gone down in America, it's important to not be so afraid for ones own and other cis perisex women's futures so as to not extend grace to others who are also heavily affected and often not allowed to talk about it at all, including in feminist spaces and other reproductive health political spaces

extending that grace does not take away your ability to fight for your rights. it gives you another set of allies, and a broader/more inclusive set of goals for the future

some sources: eat fire: my life as a lesbian avenger (kelly cogswell), trans history (susan stryker), rebel dykes (documentary, harri shanahan and sian williams), also google lavender menace lesbian group + the east london suffragettes (which there is also a book about that I haven't read yet), and this leslie feinberg speech and this angela davies speech

[mydaydreams]

Jeopardizing the Mission- Natasha Romanoff

Natasha/Reader

Requested: @widowbitessting and anonymous

Warnings: Smut, Lesbian Sex, Fem/Fem, and a lil fluff. Choking kink, rough sex

Sum: Risking your life for Natasha didn’t just get you in trouble with the Captain. It got you in trouble with your girlfriend too. 

*****

"Y/n what you did was reckless and stupid..." Steve said in his Captain voice. We were all buckled in on the quinjet, we had just gotten back from a mission. We were all exhausted and sore, covered in blood dirt and alien guts.

We were saving a planet from a invasion, their planets forcefeild damaged in combat and we were sent to fix it.

It was just another alien invasion. All i had done was jump in front of the bullet.

Natasha was fixing a piece of broken tech on the ground that needed to be injected back into the planets main forcefield projector. This was our mission.

Someone had snuck through the ranks and ran towards Natasha. I..i couldn't help myself. I broke position just as they pulled at their weapon.

My body shot forward so fast i didn't even know i was moving. I could hear my team on coms screaming in my ear not to comprise my mission but i could smell it...the danger she was in. I could feel it in my bones.

And i was right. The man threw his spear at her first. I jumped forward knocking it out if the way before it could hit her. Then the mans hand came up and he went to punch me while grabbing at his gun with the other.

2 shots fired one grazing my left arm and the other passing me. He was aiming through me. Aimed at his target, the forcefield, Natasha.

He shot at me again but my leg came up and slammed into his wrist. I twisted my body so my foot would continue to extend outward to slam into his face. I grabbed his own gun and shot him in the head with it.

" i was doing my job." I defended he shook his head.

"No, you made things personal. Your job was to stay in position."he said locking his jaw. He was clearly very angry with me.

"You put yourself right in that line of fire. That spear was headed straight towards you." He said his voice getting louder.

I sighed wishing he had waited till we had gotten back to the compound to talk instead of having it out with me on the jet in front of the whole team.

"That spear was headed towards the forcefield generator ." I corrected. He sucked in a hot breath not wanting to say what everyone already knew. I wasn't protecting the forcefield or planet or even its people...i was protecting Natasha.

"You know What your mistake was..." Cap said trying to wrap it up. These convos are always the ones that piss me off the most.

" leaving my post." I answered for him. He sighed and moved his hand up to run his fingers through his grime covered hair.

"No, making things personal..." He said i rolled my eyes. By trying to save my girlfriends life!!!

" if i hadn't had dodged that spear it would have gone right through Nat's spine AND would have cut clean through the generator itself. Natasha dosent have a shield on her back or a body of fucking armor." I snapped as the plane had finally landed.

"Neither do you!" He snapped back. I avoided eye contact.

" the point is...." He started but I cut him off.

"The point is that I moved out of position. I apologize Captain it won't happen again." I said. Finally looking over to where Nat was seated next to Bucky on the other side if me. I sighed, she was just as mad as he was...great.

"We will talk more about this later." He said in his Captain voice. I rolled my eyes.

Once in our room, Natasha and I threw our weapons down and ripped our uniforms off. She hadn't spoken yet.

We'd done this before so it was like routine now. Getting home from a mission stripping, showering, food, drinks, bed.

My eyes snaked up her body. I looked at the lines that were created on her from where her top stopped and her skin begin then the spots of dirt blood and guts.  How could she possibly make being covered in blood look hot.

"Think you may be turning me on a blood kink." I admitted trying to break the ice. She rolled her eyes at me.

"You have no self preservation do you?" She finally said her voice thick with rage.

Jesus she's really really mad. I sighed heavily.

"Can't we just shower, have sex and eat and be done with this?" I begged trying to walk to the bathroom she grabbed my arm.

"Y/n listen to me, you can't just...y/n you a just a recruit. A newbie you shouldn't be..." She started her voice thin. I cut her off.

"I have been on this team for 8 months now. I am an avenger!" I said my foot slamming on the ground. I was so sick of this argument. There was no issue of be putting myself in danger before we started dating. She was even "impressed" by me. I guess not any more even tho I had just saved her fucking life.

"I was fine where i was." She said referring back to me saving her.

"Fine?" I asked yelling my voice high pitched.

"There was a spear flying Right Towards you."

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head taking a step back.

"I was fine i was just about to turn around. I would have seen it coming." She defended. My mouth just dropped open. What even was she thinking?

"You would have been Dead. The only reason you saw it coming was because i broke position to save you and you finally looked back." I yelled at her my hands balling up at my sides.

I have no self preservation?

"What the fuck even is the problem Nat. You mad i saved your fucking life? What do you want to die?" I shot at her. Her eyes closed and she breathed out slowly.

I held my breath. I shouldn't have yelled. Shouldn't have screamed at her.

"I just. Over coms all i could hear was Sam screaming 'y/n No.' And I turn around and your only a few feet from me running to meat the same speed as the spear behind you....behind you y/n. I looked up and it was you who was in danger." She said her voice normal at the beginning but falling into a saw whisper. She looked down at her now bare feet.

I had never seen her like this before. She wasn't acting like...weak it was more like. Vulnerabilit? Vulnerable for what...me?

She turned away from me and ran her hands through her dirty hair. Flakes of...of something falling on the ground at her feet.

"This life...being a hero. When you find something like what we have. You dont let go. But you were just all to happy to leave this earth just to save me. Me?" She held her head in her hands for a second.

"I have never been more mad at you."

I sighed and moved towards her wrapping my arms around her middle.

"I'm sorry. I had everything under control. I-I just couldn't stand the thought of living without you." Her grip on me tightened as i spoke.

"Me either." She said softly pulling me into the bathroom with her.

We took out time in the shower together. Washing each others hair watching as the water ran red with blood. I rubbed the loofah along her back side and up her shoulders rubbing out the brown muddy lines created by her uniform.

"Baby..." She said breathlessly. I hummed in response.

"I am still very much angry with you." She said turning me around and soaping up my back and sides. I closed my eyes as her hands rubbed and massaged downward.

"It dosent feel like it." I whispered as her hands moved around my front,her breasts pressing into my back. He lips kissed up my shoulder blade and the back of my neck up to my ear. I let my head all back on her.

"Well i am." She said through her teeth her grip on me tightening.

"Nat?" I asked she just growled at me making my lips snap shut.

She pushed my body forward pressing my front harshly up against the wet shower wall.

I gasped my face turning to look at her, my cheek against the wall.

She kicked my feet apart and held both of my wrists at my sides with one of her hands while the other ran up my thigh, over my ass then resting on my hip.

"Y/n, my sweet girl. Risking your life to save me. You must love me huh?" She asked turning my body around swiftly so i was suddenly facing her. She wanted to read my face as I answered. She still didnt want to believe me.

I smiled shyly at her and nodded.

"Yes, i do love you Natasha." I said she sighed as i spoke, her hand moving up my back to my neck and into my hair.

"I don't believe you." She admitted but it sounded more like a tease.

"Make me believe." She whispered. I blinked up at her as she took a tight grip of my hair. She pulled my head back causing my knees to bend. She was pushing me to my knees in front of her.

"Mmm gladly." I hummed closing my eyes and let my face fall between her legs. I take a good hold of both of her thighs as I let my tongue glide up her folds. Her smooth skin moved against my lips while her juices sank into my taste buds.

"Hhhmmmm." I hummed sending vibrations through her, making her twitch into me.

She tasted like.. strawberries and lemons. God so good. I want to touch her but when my hands moved up her lets she swatted them away.

"Just your mouth..." She said gasping, her head falling back against the tile. I smirked into her skin making her squeak again.  My arms wrapped around both of her thighs tightly as they started to tremble.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and her hands held a death grip of my scalp forcing my face to move with her hands while she humped into me. I couldn't help but moan as i drank her in.

Her mouth fell open and a broken, high pitched scream left her lips as he com dripped onto my tongue and slid down my throat.

She took a few breaths and yanked my head back letting my hair go causing me to fall back on the shower floor under the water fall.

I looked up at her shocked. She had never man handled me in suck a way. And in the wet shower It was almost dangerous.

"Na..." I started she shushed me.

"Stop, im still mad as you. No talking." She sunk down onto the floor with me crawling over my body.

She moved under the water and over my stomach. Droplets falling into her hair and sinking down her forehead. A perfect sheet of water covering her face moving over her lips.

God if she isnt the sexiest women alive.

Her hands moved up my waist then down my arms. She moved my hands slowly, lifting them over my head.

"I'm very mad at you." She whispered her lips only an inch from the bare skin in the middle of my breast. She looked up at me through her eye lashes while her tongue licked over her bottom lip, only to suck it into her mouth in between her teeth. I couldn't help but repeat that same action.

One of her hands held mine up while the other trailed down my body. The water falling on our bodies was only making this so much hotter.

She pressed her lips to mine once before slowly moving them down my neck. She took my flesh into her mouth and sucked hard on me as her fingers moved down to my middle.

I whispered as the tip of her pointer finger probed me. She smiled at me and leaned down, i could feel her breath on my skin.

"Shh sh sh." She coo'd at me while moving her finger in a small Circle around my clit, collecting my silk and rubbing it in.

I bit my lip to stop a moan. Everything wad just so hot in here. Like literally steaming in the air. The hot water-falling onto us while the knot in my stomach burned.

"Open your eyes!" She commanded sharply. My eyes snapped open to look back at her. I didn't even know i had closed them.

" You keep your eyes of me." She said finally slipping 2 of her fingers into me.

I moaned loudly as my walls clenching around them. She them quickly pulled them from me, her eyes going wild. that same hand that was covered in my slick was suddenly around my throat.

My eyes widened sharply, my hands trying to break free from where she held them above me. She only forced her weight down harder on me preventing me from moving.

She smiled down at me slowly moving her face into my neck and next to my ear. I shivered under while she whispered to me.

"Dont make me gag you."

I bit my tongue stopping a moan as her hand tightened around my throat.

"I'm going to let your hands go." She said. Leaning back up and looking down at me.

"Do Not Move Them!" She told me. I nodded quickly. She let me go and ran that hand down to my breasts. She held the my left breast in her wet hand. Squeezing around it. Moving down to pitch my nipple. I flinched and bucked my hips but latched my hands together over my head.

"Do you know how helpless I felt watching that glorified stick almost impale you?" She asked leaving my breast and moving back down to my clit.

My mouth hung open as she again began massaging my middle flesh.

I just watched her eyes as my legs shook.

I knew she didn't want me saying anything. She wanted to see if i would talk. She was baiting me. She wants me to disobey. She wants to punish me.

"I'm gonna tie you up later." She said her fingers sinking into me again. I shivered again and bit my lip trying not to whimper while her fingers curled inside of me. I humped harshly against her hand as she moved them faster.

I threw my head back only to smack it against the tile. I gasped slightly making her hand tighten around my throat again.

Her palm rubbed against my clit as her fingers curled and knocked into my g-spot over and over. The knot in my stomach burned as my hips bucked up into her hand.

I wanted to tell her was about to cum but I wasn't aloud to talk. As if i could even speak with her fingers pushing down into my air way.

My eyes rolled back and I let my hand moved down to press against her hand around my throat tightening her hold around me cutting off my air completely as my cum squirted out over her, covering her abdomen, stomach and breasts only for a second before being washed back down on top of my and down the brain under us both.

My walls tightened around her fingers as she continued to finger fuck me. My legs shook as she withdrawaled her hand from my throat breaking my hold as well only to sink down my body quickly.

I gasped again as her mouth closed around my clit. She let both of her hands spread my legs open as wide as they could while she slurped my juice into her mouth.

I couldn't help the mouth that slipped from me as I came again just watching her.

"Natasha." I whimpered as she looked up at me through her eye lashes. I moaned again as I felt her lips smile against my skin. My body went slack against the wet floor while i caught my breath.

She crawled back up my body kissing me on her way.

She pecked my lips and stared down at me and smiled.

"Now darling... What did i say i would do if you spoke."

My hand went up to cover my old mouth. Have out of shock half cursing my self for saying her name.

She yanked me to my shaking feet and pulled my body against hers as she all but carried me into the bedroom and flopped me down on the bed. The water that riddled our bodies now sinking into the sheets. I giggled at her.

"Smooth." I said and regretted it immediately. Her hands slapped loudly against my thighs as she spread them open once again.

"For that...you don't get to cum." She said. I wanted to curse but I decided against it.

She got up and left me on the bed and went back to the bathroom. After a second I heard the water cut off. And a few seconds after that the closet door opening and closing.

" dammit she really is getting that damned ball gag." I said laying back into the pillow.

"WHAT WAS THAT??" Nat yelled through the walls. I shot back up into a sitting position and slapped my self.

"NOTHING I WASN'T TALKING." i yelled back stupidly. Hitting myself in the forehead a second time. She sauntered back into the room empty handed. A blush on her cheeks.

"Now...how am i supposed to be this hot dominant when your out here just being...." Her voice dropped into a sigh.

"Just adorable..." She said the mood in the room completely shifting. I bit my lip, a matching blush appearing on my cheeks.

"I know I'm sorry I'm still very new to this." I said bring my legs up to my chest. She smiled sweetly at me and slid higher onto the bed to sit next to me.

"I completely ruined the mood by laughing. I didn't mean to embarrass you." I said extending my neck to lean over and kiss her. Her eyes widened suddenly and she jerked away from me.

I frowned " was I that bad?" I asked she shook her head.

"No your perfect always. It's just your neck I shouldn't have..." I rolled my eyes and smiled at her.

"I told you i like air play you didn't hurt me. Well...you didn't hurt me more than i wanted you too. Stop worrying!" I said moving her hair out of her eyes.

" you like your marks on me and wanna dominate me but when you do you feel guilty?" She smiled back and shook her head laying us down and laying her arm on top of my chest.

"I know. It's just you are the...i don't know you are different. I know you are capable and you can take care of yourself I just can't help wanting to do that my self. Take care of you. Make sure you are safe. Your precious cargo something... fragile, precious, breakable. It's like you could disappear in my hands. I don't know.. And today with the..." She stopped and looked away from me. I moved my hand up to hold her cheek, making her look back at me.

" Natasha. I was saving your life. You are precious to me. I wouldn't just stand there and hope that you would turn and see it. I didn't know if you would know it was coming. I had to break point. I had to beat it to you Natasha. Even if it meant impaling me." I said. Her eyes closed and her head dropped down on my chest.

"I know thats what bothers me." She said into my skin. I stiffened. I was sick of having this same conversation over and over.

"You know what Natasha..." I started a little to aggressively.

" how about we Both just agree we love each other so much we'd stake out lives on it and just always watch each others 6 alright?" I finished annoyingly. Her body froze against mine.

"You love me?" She asked I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes.

"Just as much as you love me...right?" I asked in a small voice.

"I'll stake my life on it and always cover your 6." She said breathlessly her eyes watering.

I had never once in my life seen her cry...and she still didn't here. But i could tell she meant what she said.

She loves me just as much as i her. I smiled leaning down to kiss her swollen plump lips. She hummed into my lips and nibbled at my bottom lip.

Her damp hair fell onto my face as she slid up my body to straddle my waist. She continued Her assault on my lips, opening my mouth and sucking on my tongue.

I took the chance and tucked one of her legs in between mine. She laughed into my mouth as I pulled her body into mine connecting out middles.

She's wet, so wet I'm completely soaked the second our clits touched.

" Nat you're soo wet." I moaned sliding my hips into hers scissoring Her. She whispered into my ear over me while she humped into me.

"God y/n...you make me so hot."

She leaned down against my body her breast pressing into my skin. I moaned and let my hand me move to grab them. I leaned down into them sucking a nipple into my mouth and pinching the other with my fingers.

There was a noise we both ignored while we grinded against each other.

"Mmm. Nat harder." I moan flipping my hair back only to have it slap me back in the face as she bucked against me harder ripping another moan from my throat.

"Whoaa!  Sorry sorry!!" We heard a voice say coming from the door way. I let out a small scream as we saw the back of Steve's head move back out of the room.

"What the fuck Steve?" Natasha asked harshly. I tried to move my body away from hers in a better or more.  At least modest position but she held my hands down like he did in the bathroom earlier.

"Ya what the fuck Steve?" We heard a chuckling tony stark say from the door way. Tony poked his head in and looked at us.

"Wow damn cap. How do you walk away from this?" He asked as Natasha threw a pillow at him. Steve yanked the back of Tony's shirt collar and pulled him from the room.

"Get the fuck out! We're busy!" Nat said i smirked up at her and bucked into her.

She moaned sharply as her throbbing clit thumped into mine. I leaned back into her pulling her tits back into my face.her nipples were getting harder in between my teeth while my body moved against hers again.

I bucked into her sharply rubbing against her wetness and mixing it with mine. Every time i made her twitch she would bite at my flesh. She marked me up hickying my collar bones, around my breasts and in between them.

"God i...your body is like...." She started but couldn't finish. I had moved both of my hands around to grab her ass and grind into her more. Her eyes closed as i moaned loudly.

" fingers! Fingers!" She begged and I obeyed, quickly moving a hand down and impaling her with two fingers. She gasped as her legs started to shake. I moaned and humped into her harder while fingering her from her other side.

Her head flew back as she came. Her liquid splashing down against me as i came shortly after her. Flipping us over to ride out my own high fucking against her body.

She hummed under me as I flopped down on top of her. She moved her hands up to hold my face up and kissed me. I smirked as a thought popped into my head.

"You are all talk. 'Im not gonna let you cum' 'dont make me gag you'." I teased she gave me a look.

"You think i won't?" She asked baiting me. I smiled at Her.

"Oh i know you would. Just not tonight." I said almost in a question. She smiled.

"I could hardly tie you up and torture fuck you after you've told me you love me." She said making me laugh.

"Fair point."

"I adore you." She said kissing me again. I let out a strange squeal. A certain type of happy sound as i rolled off her. She moved back up and scooted closer to me. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips once again.

"I adore you!"

[capmackie]

reminiscing about you (what we do)

@lesbians-love-taylor is possibly writing a fic about sam dancing to ‘pony’ by ginuwine so this is dedicated to ‘so anxious’ by ginuwine <3

Bucky thanks whatever deity looking out for him for the notable absence of the Avengers in the tower.

Because explaining why he’s carrying a so-horny-he’s-delirious Sam to their room with his own dick harder than algebra is not on the list of things Bucky wanted to do today.

Fucking Sam into oblivion wasn’t on the list either but he’s not mad at the turn of events.

—

“You still with me, baby?”

Bucky asks, lifting his head from where he’s tracing soft, open-mouth kisses down Sam’s torso — stopping occasionally to sink his teeth in to hear Sam gasp — looking at the other man for any sign of discomfort at the two, no three fingers sliding into his fucked out hole.

What he finds is the captain, head thrown back, mouth open, whimpering at the unrelenting pace of the metal fingers in his ass.

“Yeah baby, that’s what I thought”, Bucky says, twisting his fingers sharply, lube squelching and Sam’s labored breaths the only sounds heard in the room. “You love this don’t you?”

It takes a moment to register that Bucky’s asked him a question and even longer to realize he’s probably expecting an answer before Sam moans, breathless like he’s run a marathon or six. “F- fuck yeah, I love being filled like this — taking you any way I can get it. In my mouth, my ass,  fuck baby do that again. Yeah, make me feel it.”

And it’s a shame that both of Bucky’s hands are preoccupied — the flesh hand three, oh four fingers deep in Sam’s ass and the metal one ghosting over the other man’s dick, hot and heavy on his thigh — cause the scene in front of him is worthy of a picture; the image of Sam, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration, chest flushed and laden with a sheen of sweat, head thrown back as he tries his hardest to not succumb to what Bucky’s doing.

Sam, wrecked beyond belief, trying and succeeding at being good for Bucky could put the Mona Lisa to shame.

“Pl- please Buck, I — I need to come”, Sam whispers, swallowing quickly to alleviate his dry mouth.

“I told you I could be good, ahh — please, I’ve been good for you, haven’t I?”

Bucky almost wants to take pity on the man beneath him. Almost wants to break character, get Sam off nice and easy — a couple of quick strokes all he needs — then wrap him in his arms and drift to sleep.

Almost.

Want he really wants is to take Sam apart, piece by gorgeous piece, wants to put him back together again too. Wants to empty him completely and fill him back up with enough love that there’s no room left for the doubt and self-depreciation that led to the gym in the first place. Wants to show him that he’s grateful that Sam entrusts something as monumental as this to him. Wants...

Bucky really wants to plug Sam and fuck his throat until he comes on his face.

But first...

Gently extracting his fingers out of Sam’s ass, Bucky pushes the younger man‘s legs up and apart, putting him on full display. Letting his eyes wander for a moment, up and down the body he could recognize even blind - those synapses are firing off again, the same thought from earlier his focal point, make Sam feel good.

Meeting Sam’s eyes and seeing the lust written clear as day,  and right under that, vulnerability, renders Bucky breathless for a moment — the weight of the emotions he feels for the man beneath him threatening to suffocate him. He has to make Sam feel good, he deserves it.

“You’ve been the best, baby”, Bucky moans, peppering kisses on the inside of Sam’s thighs, flank, his dick and finally, a firm one to his hole. “But sometimes, that just isn’t good enough”.

With that, Bucky’s off to the races, flatting his tongue to lave over Sam’s entrance, licking from hole to taint and back again, gradually pointing the tip of his tongue to dip inside the younger man, penetrating the loose ring of muscle.

“Oh Bucky, fuck — fuck”.

Sam is mewling at this point, nearly sobbing because it’s too much, it’s not enough, pleasure teetering right on the edge of pain, too sensitive to do anything but writhe against the sheets and Bucky’s tongue. And apparently, that’s all the encouragement Bucky needs, eating Sam’s ass with new fervor — like a man starved and being offered his first meal - lifting Sam’s thick thighs over his shoulders to get deeper into his hole.

When that doesn’t allow him the access he wants, Bucky’s raising onto his knees, practically folding Sam in half. Bucky laps harder — putting his fucking face in it — working his tongue into the puffy hole, alternating between pointing it to fuck into Sam like it’s his dick and sealing his mouth around the rim and sucking hard. There’s spit running down Bucky’s chin, down Sam’s crack, pooling on the sheets below them — easing the way for both Bucky’s tongue and the fingers that have joined it.

The suction, the intensity, the sheer enthusiasm Bucky eats his ass with — all tongue and teeth, nibbling at Sam’s rim — the fact that this feeling, this want has been building since they sparred has Sam ready to end it all, wrap a hand around himself and jerk to completion. To succumb to the wave of pleasure that’s been threatening to drown him the moment Bucky pinned him to the mat and called him a good boy, obedience be damned.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you Samuel”, Bucky growls and fuck did he say that out loud? “I’m the only person allowed to make you come.”

“If you so much as move your hands, I’ll tie you down, jerk off on your ass and go to sleep.” And with a sharp smack to Sam’s thigh, Bucky punctuates his point. “Do you understand?”

“Oh baby”, Sam breathes, shuddering at the fierceness in Bucky’s voice, the steel-edged certainty that he would indeed leave Sam high and dry. “I understand.”

“Good,” Bucky coos, ducking back between Sam’s leg for one more taste, trailing his tongue from Sam’s hole to the tip of his dick, moaning at the salty taste of precome at the head.

“Pl- please”, Sam begs, turned on beyond belief, need coursing through his veins. “I need it, baby, I - I need you to fuck me.”

“Let me hear how bad you want it sweetheart”, Bucky purrs, wrapping his lips around Sam’s dick, sucking softly. “I want you to beg.”

It takes all of Sam’s willpower to still his hips and not buck into the warm, wet heat of Bucky’s mouth but fuck,  Bucky knows exactly how he loves it, knows how to take him apart using his mouth.

It takes even more willpower to not finally fucking come when he chances a look down at Bucky, who’s going to town, lips red and shiny where they’re stretched tightly around Sam’s dick. He almost loses the battle when Bucky’s eyes meet his, mouth still so full and winks at Sam before completely swallowing him down, then coming back up to suck around the glands of the sensitive head.

And shit, Sam wants to touch, wants to slide a finger or two into Bucky’s mouth alongside his dick, stretch those pretty lips even further. Wants to feel those lips everywhere on him, wants Bucky to make good on that promise and let Sam ride him till he comes first and then let him come finally too. So he begs.

“Please Buck, c’mon”, Sam moans. “Want your dick, I want you to fill me up, want you to lick it out of me when you’re finished.”

Arousal stirs in the pit of Bucky’s stomach; he loves the filthy mouth on Sam, loves how it matches his own. Loves how he gives it to Sam, how Sam gives it right back to him, how they fit perfectly together like two pieces of a fucked-up puzzle. Pulling off of Sam’s dick with obscene pop, Bucky takes a moment to appreciate the view, the barest hint of possessiveness creeping up his spine at Sam, his Sam — normally so cautious, so wary —with his legs trembling from where he’d been holding them open, so wanton and so debauched for Bucky and Bucky only.

“You beg so pretty darlin’”, Bucky says, crawling up the length of Sam’s body, legs bracketing his chest. Taking his dick in his hand, holding it just out of the reach of Sam’s mouth, Bucky gives himself a few quick strokes, watching the way Sam’s eyes track the movement. “Get me nice and wet first. And if you’re good, I’ll let you sit on it.”

“I’ll be good for you baby”, Sam says, voice desperate and low, licking his lips in anticipation. “I promise.”

“Yeah sweetheart I know, I know you’ll be good for me”, Bucky says, pressing into the velvety wetness of Sam’s mouth, slowly feeding the man below him inch by inch until his mouth’s stuffed full. “Always so damn good for me.”

And with that, Sam’s closing the distance and wrapping his lips around as much of Bucky’s dick as he can, going and going until he feels the head hit the back of his throat, and even further after that. “Just like that baby”, Bucky groans, fucking harder and faster into Sam’s mouth, sliding the metal hand behind his neck, encouraging Sam to take him deeper, “let me hear you choke on it — fuck,  just like that.” Sam moans around the thick length, the vibration sending a shock through Bucky, his hips jerking sporadically, thrusting even deeper into the mouth beneath him.

Pulling away from the heaven that was Sam’s mouth, Bucky wastes no time rearranging himself up against the headboard, wrapping his metal arm around Sam’s waist to position him right over the tip of his cock. Without taking his eyes off of Sam’s face, Bucky pats around the bed until he finds the lube, pushing the bottle into Sam’s hands, wordlessly instructing him to slick them both up.

“You’re so desperate for it Sam, I wish you could see your face.” Sam can only nod - he’s been in this limbo for the past couple of hours, days maybe — all for this. For this moment of his hands splayed on Bucky’s chest, thighs quivering from hovering over Bucky’s lap, the press of the thick cockhead at his rim. Quickly adding more lube, Sam let’s gravity do the rest of the work, pulling him down down down until he’s seated fully in Bucky’s lap, crying out at the sudden fullness.

Even after being fingered within an inch of his life, it’s still a tight fit, Bucky feeling impossibly huge in this position.”Go ahead babe, ride this fucking dick. Fuck your self on it, sweetheart, make me come.”

Sam shivers at that, shifting so he’s leaning on his hands behind him, thighs splayed open as he rolls his hips up to the tip of Bucky’s dick, just to slam them back down, impaling himself over and over on the dick inside him.

“Keep going, fu — fuck, just like that!” Bucky’s starting to get close, braces his feet against the bed to fuck up into Sam, meeting him thrust for thrust, chasing his orgasm now. He’s not gonna last that much longer, not with the way Sam is fucking him with abandon, alternating between dropping himself down quickly and grinding into Bucky’s lap, ass clenching around his dick. Not with the way the pleasure dances on his face, the litany of ”oh’s” falling from his lips or when Sam locks eyes with him, chanting “come in me baby, fill me up with it. I wanna feel you dripping out of me.”

And that - that’s all it takes before Bucky grabs onto Sam’s hips, pulling him down into his lap as he thrusts up, spilling deeply inside the younger man.

“Fuck, Sam moans, clenching around Bucky, milking him for every drop, until Bucky’s slowly sliding out of him, whining about over sensitivity.

Bucky’s content to wallow in his post-orgasmic bliss, sated in a way only Sam ever makes him feel. But Sam’s right there,  mewling softly, dick still hard and flushed against his stomach.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re still being so good for me. Now it’s my turn, right babe? Want me to get you off now?”

“Please Buck, please — just make me come.”

And Bucky does just that; sliding three fingers deep into Sam’s ass at the same time he takes Sam’s dick down his throat.

“Ah - ah, shit baby”, Sam groans, as Bucky drives his fingers in and out of his hole, cum and lube easing the slide. His nerves are on fire, body somehow feeling light and heavy at the same time, the need to come the only thing on his mind, the only thing he can focus on. But he needs permission first.

“Buck, please,”, Sam whimpers, tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes at the demonstrative need to come, to let go. “I- I need to — ah”.

“‘S so swollen for me babe”, Bucky says, voice wrecked from how he’s fucking his throat with Sam’s dick. “C’mon, let go, come for me, baby.”

And that’s all it takes for Sam to come with a loud cry, his entire body tensing for what feels like years,  collapsing back into the mattress like he’s been deflated. He barely registers that Bucky’s crawled up next to him, placing kisses on his face and neck, coaxing him out of the dream-like state a great orgasm always puts him in.

“You still with me baby?”

Sam wants to laugh at that, at Bucky asking him the same question as before he fucked the daylights out of him, but it makes sense in a way. His everything begins and ends with Bucky, his life framed in the time before the man laying next to him and the time after.

And even in the haze of his mind-numbing orgasm, Sam answers him back, sure as day, “I’m right here sweetheart.”